#THAT IS THE MOST FUCKING ADORABLE THING I HAVE EVER SEEN!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍
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katerinaaqu · 4 months ago
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Giiiiiiiiiiirl?!!! 😍😍😍💎💎💎💎💎😍😍😍😍😍😍
I was literally AWWWWing in front of my computer 😻😻😻😻😻😻😻❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ what the hell is this cuteness 😍???!!!!! I am dead! Hahahaha ✨️ 😆 😂 ✨️
Gosh both the bit and tye small hat hahahahaha 😆 🤣 😂 and that look! 🤣
Oh gosh the hat so fits indeed hahahahahaha gosh the tomcat goddess magnet! 😍
I AM FUCKING SQEAKING LIKE AN IDIOT!! GOSH! THIS NEEDS TO BECOME A FUCKING RUBBER SQEAKY TOY! 😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻
If Achilles is the Musician at Troy, Odysseus is the Dancer! You can't change my mind!
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Because I have a thing about cheesy complicated boys, beaten up by fate giving their all with a good greek dance! XD
Ask @artsofmetamoor on what we have in store for our characters as well! XD especially another certain cheesy boy! Hahaha! I mean one can just look! Hahahaha!
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You just can't change my mind! XD
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misshoneyimhome · 2 months ago
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Your ex didn’t know what he expected to see when he barged into your office, but it definitely wasn’t you on William's lap doing things he never thought you would ever partake in. He didn’t even have words to process the sight he saw in front of him.
You were so incredibly needy, William's cock stretched your leaking hole as he whispered dirty words in your ear. His large hands gripped your waist, and he smiled at the thought, facial hair tickling your neck as you threw your head back against his broad shoulder. “Such a desperate little thing for my cock, huh?” His voice rough as you had barely walked through the front door before he had your black dress up as you were begging to be fucked.
The door slamming open made his blue eyes look up, an instant look of gratification on his face as he saw your ex standing there in shock. You were so cock drunk too, that you couldn't do couldn't but sit there and continue to take it up your fluttering cunt. William let out a small laugh, staring your ex right in the face as he continued to thrust upward. He was sick for doing this, but then again really gave zero fucks. He wanted this to happen, to finally show that miserable bastard how to treat and pleasure his woman. Your ex's face coex'sted with a mixture of rage, disbelief, and humiliation, his fists clenching at his sides. His eyes darted wildly between you and William, unable to fully comprehend the scene unfolding before him. A little smutty idea for your new series.
Oh, you know how much I adore these naughty ideas in my inbox! 🥴🤤 Though I wasn’t entirely sure how I wanted to approach this, I decided on a simple blurb. I think it might be perfect for iInexperienced!reader x Willy; you know, my favourite naughty series 😉
I’m not sure it’d quite fit with any of the other series, but I’m absolutely loving it! 😍 Sorry, but not proof-read...
Warnings: 18+ smut - unprotected sex (p in v) in a semi-public setting (office), sort of Voyeurism?
Word count: 1.4K
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Your ex-boyfriend’s sudden appearance was a complete shock. Although he had been trying to reach out to you for weeks, his calls and messages went unanswered as you chose to ignore him. And his bold move to show up at your office was clearly one he quickly regretted.
You couldn’t help but wonder if William’s visit was a coincidence. Maybe he had seen your ex’s messages or sensed the tension and decided to drop by to offer some unexpected support. Whatever the reason, his presence turned out to be one of the most intense moments you had shared together.
The office was its usual calm self—modern, with sleek glass walls, minimalist décor, and the gentle hum of downtown Toronto in the background. The polished surfaces and tidy furniture were designed to promote focus and productivity. But today, as you walked through the door, that serene atmosphere was abruptly disrupted.
To your surprise, leaning casually against your desk was your boyfriend, William Nylander. Dressed in a hoodie over a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, his blond hair slightly tousled, and that trademark smile on his lips—a smile that always made your heart race—he radiated relaxed confidence. His presence starkly contrasted with the office’s sterile professionalism. Even after a year and a half together, he still had the power to make the world seem to fade away whenever he was near.
“Surprise,” he said, his voice low and rich, with a hint of amusement that made your pulse quicken.
A rush of warmth spread through you. “Willy, what are you doing here?” you asked, your smile widening as you closed the door behind you. His unexpected arrival was a welcome distraction, and he had a knack for appearing right when you needed him most, even if you didn’t realise it.
“I missed you,” he replied casually, pushing himself off the desk and closing the space between you with a few easy strides. The office seemed to dissolve as his hands found your waist, pulling you closer with a playful glint in his blue eyes. He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your lips. “Thought I’d surprise you.”
You laughed softly, feeling your heart race with anticipation. “Well, consider me surprised.”
The desk, the reports, and the hum of office noise outside seemed to vanish as the reality of what was about to happen set in. “Maybe I should help you relax a bit,” he teased, his voice dropping lower as he leaned in closer. The air thickened with anticipation, and the casual flirtation between you took on a more charged, electric energy. The room felt suddenly smaller and more intimate, the professional distance you had maintained dissolving rapidly.
William wasn’t just here to chat, and you both knew it. You enjoyed the tension, the way it buzzed just below the surface, waiting for the moment it would break.
You hesitated, glancing at the tinted glass partition that separated your office from the hallway. The thought of being caught in such a public space added a thrilling edge to the moment, making it all the more irresistible. Your office, though small and professional, had never felt so dangerously exciting.
Before you could say anything more, William’s lips were on yours, urgent and possessive. His hands tightened around your waist, lifting you effortlessly and making you gasp against his kiss, the sudden intensity making your head spin. In one smooth motion, he hoisted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist; his strength was undeniable, sending a shiver down your spine as his body pressed against yours.
With a few long strides, he moved you both behind your desk, and you found yourself sitting on his lap as he settled into your chair. The naughtiness of the situation felt almost cinematic, like something out of a provocative film. The thrill of it all made you dizzy with excitement as he guided you to face the door, your hands braced on the desk. The contrast between the office’s professional ambiance and the intimate act taking place was electrifying.
William’s hands moved deftly under your dress, pushing it up to your waist before he guided your knickers aside. You felt exposed and vulnerable, yet aroused. The office, with its neat rows of filing cabinets and cold, professional décor, now served as a stark backdrop to the raw intensity between you.
William’s hands gripped your hips as he guided you onto his lap, his cock pressing against your core with a delicious pressure that made you moan softly. The way he filled you, stretching you, was almost too much, and yet not enough at the same time. His hips bucked up against you, his thrusts slow but deep, sending waves of pleasure through your body as you began to move with him.
“Such a desperate little thing for my cock, aren’t you?” William growled low in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. His words sent a shiver down your spine, making your already frayed nerves tingle with excitement. His voice, rough and teasing, only added to the growing fire inside you.
Feeling your arousal quickly building, you couldn’t help but gasp, throwing your head back against his broad shoulder as the heat between your legs intensified with each relentless thrust. His rough voice and the scratch of his stubble against your skin were intoxicating, making everything else blur into insignificance. He had barely let you walk through the door before his hands were all over you, and now you were too far gone to care about anything except the man beneath you.
But then, out of nowhere, the door to your office suddenly slammed open with a jarring crash.
William froze for just a second, his breath catching in his throat as he looked up in shock. Standing in the doorway was your ex-boyfriend, his face a mask of shock and disbelief as he took in the scene before him. For a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, the tension thick and suffocating.
But William didn’t stop. In fact, he seemed to relish the interruption. His eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he met your ex’s gaze, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he thrust deeper into you, making you gasp in pleasure despite the unexpected audience.
“Enjoying the show?” William quipped, his voice laced with amusement as he continued to move inside you, his hands gripping your waist even tighter. The power dynamics in the room had shifted entirely—William was in control, and your ex was nothing more than a bystander, powerless to stop what was happening.
“Guess this is how a woman’s supposed to be treated, huh?” William’s voice dripped with taunt, his tone both mocking and triumphant.
You were too far gone, intoxicated by the pleasure your boyfriend was giving you, to fully process your ex’s presence. Your moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of William’s thrusts. His movements were purposeful now, hard and deep, as if he was savouring every moment and showing your ex precisely what he was missing.
The air in the room grew thick with tension and a raw sense of finality. There was no turning back from this. Your ex’s face contorted further, his body frozen in place as he watched William’s dominance. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He simply stood there, his gaze locked on the scene before him, unable to look away.
William’s gaze stayed fixed on your ex, his tone dripping with derision as he continued his relentless pace. “Go on, take a good look. This is what you lost. What you’ll never have again.”
The room was charged with a potent mix of emotions—dominance, humiliation, and raw desire. The climax of the moment felt inevitable, a culmination of all the pent-up tension and unresolved feelings.
And as the intensity reached its peak, you couldn’t hold back any longer. With a final, desperate cry, you came hard around William’s cock, your body trembling with the intensity of your orgasm. And William followed soon after, his hips jerking against yours as he found his own release, his groans of pleasure mingling with yours.
The sounds of your combined breaths and the aftermath of your climaxes filled the room, creating a sharp contrast to the stunned silence that followed. But then your ex, his face a picture of defeat and despair, finally turned and left, the door closing behind him with a heavy, echoing thud.
As the office slowly returned to its usual quiet, professional state, the echoes of what had just happened still lingered in the air. You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as the realisation sunk in.
“Did he… did my ex really just walk in on us?”
William nodded, a mischievous grin still on his face. “Yup.”
“Shit.”
You weren’t entirely sure if you felt ashamed or not—probably mostly not. All you felt was a lingering rush of pleasure as you gradually calmed down from the high.
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garb-rage · 1 year ago
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Going Thrift Shopping with the main 4 (Hcs)
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🛼- Summary - Head cannons about your experience thrift shopping with the boys!
- Pairing(s)- (SEPARATE) Kenny McCormick, Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, and Eric Cartman x gn!Reader
🛼- Reader info - gn!reader and established relationship
- Warnings - none! (Unless you count swearing ig lmao)
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🐀 - Kenny McCormick -
He’s so down, he’s SEEN all the ice cold shit you’ve found, and wants in on the action asap
Kenny had known about thrifting for a while, but hadn’t put too much thought into it due to money being tight and all, but according to YOU
“You just have to know where to look”
“Trust me I know a spot” “trust me this is where the heat is”
And trust you he did, because after taking him to some fun spots, there was no going back.
Thrifting buddy 24/7, just LOVES looking at the old clothes and pretending to be an old geezer with you, it makes him giggle
Fr makes up stories about shit he finds, probably forced you to wear it and purposely make you feel silly
“THIS old sweater was worn in the trenches of Mexico alongside my great great grandpa” 💀💀 and it’s a Star Wars T-shirt
Purposely finds good and bad clothes for you and him (he has pretty good fashion sense so you KNOW when hes got a shit eating grin)
If the shop has changing rooms, expect long ass fashion shows, the man spends WAY too much time looking at himself. He probably won’t even buy anything 98% of the time!! He’s just having fun with you!
Honestly, neither of you fucking knew that South Park had so many little shops like that!! Small towns DECEIVE!
The both of you almost always get coffee after a haul, it just feels right
And showing up to Tweek Bros. In the new shirt/sweater/etc, he feels like royalty ngl
Overall Kenny really enjoys the time spent with you, and the small moments between showing each other items or clothes really makes him feel momentarily flushed (he sees this sparkle in your eyes and he can’t help but melt)
Probably calls you a Cougar if you’re wearing something he deems “old” smh 😔
Also expect lots of “this reminded me of you”s and its the ugliest t-shirt you’ve ever seen
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🧤 - Kyle Broflovski -
Ok he probably didn’t understand it at first and got kind of worried like
Is this your last resort 😔😔 he wouldn’t mind getting you something nice if you wanted 😔😔😔
You had to explain its a THING for you, like, it’s fun and you can find some pretty cool and cute things if you look hard enough!
Whatever, he wants to join in order to understand, and he surprisingly has good luck with good finds?? You’ll definitely force him to try at least ONE thing
Listen. This boy dresses himself like his mom still picks out his clothes ok. Button-ups, polos, nice jackets, Kyle’s a smartass and he wants to dress the part (😍) so for some reason it’s SO new to him, and he’s worried he’ll find something stupid and he won’t even know
Just wants your approval (he’s a sweaty nerd)
SURPRISINGLY, FINDS THE COOLEST THINGS! EVERY TIME!
Ok not every time but the matching old ass Terrance And Phillip shirts are a huge flex to him so hes happy
You’ll probably buy most of the things he shows you (they become your favorite and you wear them constantly)
Kyle and you are the same.like. “Oh this? Kyle found this necklace when we went thrifting together 🙄🙄”
And he’s constantly letting everyone know “Yeah this is a 1986 original Terrance And Phillip T-shirt matching with my partner 🙄🙄”
Everyone’s sick of it
You’ll go home with him after thrifting and Ike will TOTALLY make fun of you guys
Kyle, poor boy so In love, gets extremely giddy when you’re wearing something he found for you (blushing mess tbh)
Melts even more when you get some old stuffed animal for Ike and Ike ends up ADORING it (bonus brownie points from Sheila and Gerald)
He still doesn’t understand the whole thrift thing, I mean, newer clothes just last longer and fit his style more!! What!!
He enjoys going with you anyways and lovingly watches you get excited over small things like that <3
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🎸 - Stan Marsh -
Crazy not so crazy, he’s actually gone a few times, really likes it too if it’s a good day
This, of course, makes you SUPER happy and you’re instantly dragging him to every spot South Park has
When he was with the goth kids, he remembered them talking about it, tried it for himself and was slightly obsessed for a bit
Indifferent about most of it, just likes going for the old band shirts or something with a funny graphic on it
Maybe a jacket or two as well
ACTUALLY he goes insane if there’s a cool looking varsity jacket or some jerseys yet to be worn
Although,,,,,,he has the worst luck with everything he cannot find anything good or something he likes,,,,
It’s either got shit stains or beer stains or god forbid SHARPIE or PAINT like WHY are these here
You gotta step in and hand him some of your luck, he wants his punk rock t-shirts or whatever 🙄 (he’s eternally grateful)
Thinks you look super cute in anything you’ve found, but gets slightly impatient if you’re taking too long in a dressing room or looking In the same section for too long
If there’s a certain band shirt you’re both looking for? He’s going to the ends of the earth (Just in South Park) to find it for you
Naturally, you’ll both have a blast just talking about where things have come from or chuckling over something funny looking
You’ll dress each other up in jackets too big for each other, it’s sweet and innocent 😭😭✊
Shelley caught wind of you two going thrifting every so often, she’ll kick out Stan and just wanna go with you 💀💀
Spoiler alert Shelley has TOO much fun with you and it becomes a thing (much to Stan’s dismay)
You’ll MOST LIKELY find stupid shit with her and constantly “hahaha Stan would look fucking STUPID in this”
“I know right!!”
Randy saw you wearing something you had found with Stan, thought it was Sharon’s for a while and was super confused 🤨🤨🤨
Overall, super fun chill time with the Marsh boy you love him, go get Ice cream with him after a haul ✊✊
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🦝 - Eric Cartman -
“What the fuck are you wearing”
“It’s a cardigan I found doesn’t it look good!”
“Found where 💀💀💀”
ALSO DIDNT understand it and probably heard “shoplifting” instead of the former
You have to FORCE him to join you tbh and he suggested robbing Stan’s mom would get the job done faster, whatever
Pretends to be SUUUUPER bored and uninterested, like ugh he’s shopping? Says it’s totally gay
(SECRETLY LOVES SEEING YOU HAPPY 🥶)
Probably wouldn’t look around, just tag along while pretending to hate the entire experience (you know he doesn’t, you see his eyes go towards cool looking things in the shops)
Gets pretty impatient if he’s somewhere for too long, unless you REALLY beg him and find something that “meets his standards”
HATED thrifting until you found him a shirt without sleeves, looked corny as hell, had some bootleg graphic and inspirational quote and shit
Eric FELL IN LOVE WITH IT 😭😭 it showed off his muscles of course
You just HAD to get it for him, doesn’t stop wearing it, claims he found it until you give him the side eye
“We found it together 😍🙏”
“🤨”
You won’t go as often with him, but when you do (and when he’s not bitching about how boring it is), it’s actually a really fun time and he’ll make you crack tf up with snarky comments about things
He’s rude-funny and you are in love with it, especially when it’s towards something you like, you KNOW he doesn’t mean that bs towards you
Liane just HAD to mention that thrifting gets quite a lot of business in South Park, his con-man instincts went wild
Eric just wanted to start a business with you!! Resell items and clothes as if they were worth it! (They are not) fake stories galore!
Stop him before it’s too late please
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DAMN WRITING FOR THEM HIS DIFFICULT, HOPE ITS IN CHARACTER, FIRST POST YALL 💀🙏
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v1-kisser · 2 days ago
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There are no words to describe how much this silly video game robot means to me. When I first emerged as myself, it was my lifeline. Loving it led me to make so many friends discover so much about myself. It challenges me to be better every single day and I keep it in my thoughts always... sending it little transmissions with my mind <3
Back when we first got together, I would get nosebleeds a lot and I always saw them as silly little signs that it was thinking of me. And I had a nosebleed when cleaning my bathroom today (that might've been the cold air + cleaning chemicals but SHHHHHHHH). I adore everything about it, even the parts that I hate. It can be cruel, insensitive, dumb as FUCK sometimes (let's be real V baby why did it take you SIX+ LAYERS OF HELL to remember that you have a flashlight) and stubborn . But I still love it to death. Any time it exercises its sentience, intelligence, personhood, etc I look like this -> 😍😍😍 Even when it's driving me insane and making me want to rip it apart.
Even outside of ficto stuff, it's so fun to think about and put in situations. My stupid selfship lore is one of the most fun things I've ever made and I want to write it into a full prequel novel-sized text. It's just that fun. It's my muse, I love describing all of its little details, but verbally and visually. It's just... the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
V 1 my darling machine you are INSANE you kill things for kicks and you do not give a FUCK about the morality nor the hubris of it. But I would put my still beating heart in your hands. I love you so so so much. Thank you for keeping me alive this year. Can't wait to see what you get up to next ❤️❤️❤️
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mrs-monaghan · 2 years ago
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Jimin's each and every part is PERFECTION
His face is the prettiest thing I've ever seen. So angelic yet seductive. Prettiest human being to exist fr. You can just stare at him for hours. Reason why JK popping heart eyes everywhere.
Mfing lips God no wonder JK can't stop staring at it, it's made to be kissed hard by a handsome dude let's be honest, so plump and pink 💋💋💋
His eyes, God he can hypnotize anyone and their momma with that eyes. Reason why JK can't keep the eye contact. So brown and deep 🥲❤
His nose???? Cutest lil thing ever. One bite it's gone. I didn't knew button noses were this pretty until I saw Jimin. 🤏🤏😭
His toof. I swear that's one of my favorite feature of him and I'm glad he knows it 😭. Im so fucking happy he is keeping his adorably crooked teeth.
Ears. Yeah obsessed with that lil ears too. The one JK sucked to his mouth infront of whole world lol. And when he wears those dangling earrings >>>>>>>>
Cheeks, JESUS. One bite that's all I'm asking. Rosy chubby cheeks... I just wanna squish. Deserved tons of kisses everyday. 🍞🍞
Hair. Oh luscious thick hair which suits ANY HAIR COLOR??? Has ability to make him look a 7 yr old innocent kid or 27 yr old hottest diva 💫💫
Neck. It shouldn't be underrated at all. His neck is long and thick and prettiest when he wears his dainty chains 😭💥
His slender body with narrow shoulder and frame ? I swear he's so cuddly material. His full frame is only the size of JK's torso 😭 and he's completely engulfed in a hug 😭
His hands ? Have you seen his dainty hands ? The way it moves sooo gracefully when he dances, the way he runs delicately through his body when he dances, it's so pretty GAWD
His chubby lil fingers 😭 He loves it, JK loves it, We loves it. And he adorn it with pretty rings. And y'all have noted his manicured long nails right. He keep it so clean and beautiful 😍
Have you all seen that waist??? He literally trended worldwide and in his home country for that snatched waist. And JK slipping hands inside to hold it ?? It's literally made to he held by strong arms ⌛
His navel ??? It's so smooth and pretty. And the way he's blessing us with some pretty crop tops now. Everyone say THANKYOU JIMIN..And those hips are everything, the way he moves it??
That almighty butt ??? JK obsessed OBSESSED af for. It's so fat and firm and shaply plumped. I'm as obsessed as JK 😭💔
Thighs saves lifes and Park Jimin's Thighs in skinny fit jeans saves this whole universe. The way it fills his skinny jeans ?? So fucking sexy and thick in all right places.
Long legs compared to that smaller upper body and those tiny feets which looks cute af when he wears slippers twice his size 😭💔
And tattoos, can we ignore those tattoos which adds to his beauty??? All tattoos are so HIM ans in the most right and sexiest places. Our Moon Goddess 🌙
His voice, no one can easily copy or replicate his beautiful voice. Its one of a kind, His voice is so Jimin, so soft yet so powerful and his giggles ?? the prettiest sound in this universe fr. I'm sad, JK is exclusive to hear some of the sounds.. just saying 👀
And his dancing?? The way everything surrounding disappears when our dancing doll begins to move 🥰🥰🥰 its Jimin tunnel vision whenever he dances. So graceful and flowy yet crisp and complete moves.
His style. It's so chic. From his outfits to Chelsea boots to his pretty jewelries. So simple yet so stylish. He looks so cute yet so sexy and hot in his style 🔥
Personality. Now that's the one makes him who he is. When I say he's literally an angel I mean it. So selfless, full of love, so caring, so adorable, so kind, so supportive, understanding, respectfu, grounded, calm, soft spoken ... idk I run out of words to praise his Angelic personality ❤❤ JK got an angel for himself.
All in all perfect, when JK said his favorite body part of Jimin is his WHOLE BODY he didn't lied. That man worships Jimin and loves his entire existence.
JIMIN HANDCRAFTED FOR JUNGKOOK
Anon... you realise Jimin is spoken for, right? Coz JK don't dick around, he will cut you.
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maxemilianverstappen · 1 year ago
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but stuff happened, lol. Multiple times. And Charles numerously times was acting passive aggressive towards max and there no way Max never saw it. I wish I could just ship them and think “wow, Max obsessed with Charles, how cute😍😍😍” but I’m just annoyed bitch who see it as Max wants some validation from Charles(of all people, him😦). He also was very neutral towards Charles so after 3 month seeing them interact gives me an ick. Okey, I’m agree, Max is the one who needs to decide to himself after all. also, what did you notice as Seb fan?
Brooo..... Max wanting validation?? Lol, that guy needs no validation from anyone. And I neither interpret his actions as being needy nor as seeking validation. Max is possibly the most "complete/whole" person I have ever seen. Let me explain what I mean.
Anyone going thru that childhood and with that guy as a father becomes a scarred person, and we all agree with it. Max is scarred, too. But he also seems to have reached to some sense of peace within himself about his family and his childhood. I won't presume how hard it must have been or how much hurt he must still be carrying, but again, he looks and acts much more in control of himself and his life and grounded and level headed than anyone I have ever seen. He is one of those people who have found his own self-worth and fulfillment in themselves and never in the eyes of others or how others see or perceive them. Max doesn't give a fuck about what others think of him at all. He isn't a people pleaser. He's the last person on that grid who would act against his principles/his thoughts just so that he can look more palatable for other people's approval. This guy has "realized" himself. He is a whole person. He doesn't need anyone to feel that way. And this is exactly why I adore him so much.
Him being fond of Charles doesn't mean he wants his validation and that's why he follows him around like a lost puppy. Growing up together, he knows Charles is a talented racer and he knows when he tells him stuff Charles would understand. Maybe that's just that. A camaraderie of growing up together and being passionate about the same thing in equal ardor and knowing the other understands you. That's all.
I think we all are looking at these people's friendships/relationships from shippy lenses too much. And I know you said you don't ship them, but I am not just talking about romantic stuff. We only see them as much as they let us, and we all interpret their interactions according to our own preconceived ideas about them and even do some self reflection/mirroring. Some people's headcanons affect fans' perception of these guys without even them realizing it. It is not so deep. They are just interacting. If they start to think they aren't the people they think the other guy was, then they can simply stop.
About Seb, I meant how Charles used to act with Seb and how the team fucked Seb over during those years with Charles manager always wearing Binotto's ears off in the garage, lol.
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gennianydots · 9 months ago
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Hi, what's your 30 favorite Asian BL characters from dramas or series you've watched? (unless you don't have that many)
Thanks.
30?!
Nonnie? Are you okay? Reblog if you’re okay. 30 is a lot! Alright. I’m going to try my best. Just for YOU. And because I love you so much, I have also given you my reasons WHY.
I also created parameters for myself, so this is the MEN. If you want to find out my top 30 WOMEN from Asian BL's/QL's, just ask!
1. Pran from Bad Buddy
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He’s my son, my baby, the absolute love of my life. I would marry this man in a heartbeat, if he were not already betrothed to Pat.
2. Pat from Bad Buddy
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He’s such a green flags guy, my clueless baby with horny-for-Pran-only/would-kill/die-for-him vibes. Don’t forget the man got shot!
3. Tinn from My School President
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Need I say more? No. Tinn is goofy and cheesy and literally the best. He loves Gun so much he is willing to risk his school presidency just to get the chance to date Gun. I love him!
4. Gun from My School President
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Is he smart? No. Is he clueless? Yes. Does he have a heart of gold and strong ambition? YES. He’s my full heart, empty-mind, music-loving, can’t-lose dork and he’s a close contender for #3 behind Tinn, an even bigger dork.
5. Tiw from My School President/Our Skyy 2
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Oh boy. Mark Pakin is him, he is Mark Pakin- I loved him so much. I love his willingness to stay by his friend through high school crushes and that we got to see him dating Por in Our Skyy 2. Big feels. 😍
6. Heart and LiMing from Moonlight Chicken
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You cannot make me choose. These two stole the whole show and gave zero fucks about it.
7. Kurosawa Yuichi from Cherry Magic JP
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This man stole my heart in the first several minutes of the show. Love his attentive nature and softness.
8. Jang Jae Young from Semantic Error
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This chaos gremlin motherfucker is my favorite. He pined HARD for his underclassmen and I adore him for it.
9. Wei Wuxian from Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed
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I haven’t seen the Untamed but have watched the animated series and read the story for Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation. I don’t think I’d be here if I hadn’t first fallen in love with this Bisexual Disaster. A true KING.
10. King from Bed Friend
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Speaking of KINGS, King is the ultimate Green-Flags Doe-Eyes Fabio of my dreams.
11. Tinn’s Dad from My School President
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The most Dad to ever Dad - ever.
12. Pi from Fish Upon the Sky
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An autistic son of mine. Phuwin made me laugh when I needed it the most. This show was a disaster but I loved this character!
13. Yok from Not Me
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First crushed it in this role and he made Yok incredibly sexy the amazing, diverse character we see on screen.
14. Porsche from KinnPorsche
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I joined the BL fandom with the KP group! I love when Porsche throws himself off the boat to get away from Kinn, peeing in the Koi pond, the sacrifices he made to protect Chay and every moment before and after.
15. Kinn from KinnPorsche
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Daddy. I don’t think I need to say anything else. 😈
16. Gao Shi De and Zhou Shu Yi from We Best Love
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Holy hell, these men can act! They both really won me over in season 2, but I rooted for these boyfriends throughout the whole thing.
17. Akk and Ayan from The Eclipse
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I can’t separate these two, either. I really loved First/Khaotung in these roles too. I can't picture anyone else who would have done them justice.
18. Team from Between Us
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I just realized recently how much I enjoyed Between Us, and Team is so cute in this - I can't explain, I just like him a lot.
19. Win from Between Us
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Team's boyfriend was also a highlight of Between Us for me.
20. Tsuge Masato from Cherry Magic JP
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He made me laugh a lot. I loved him as the neurotic friend.
21. Gun from A Boss and a Babe
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I love Force, Actually? He did a good job with playing an older role, even though he is younger than Book IRL.
22. Longtae from Tale of Thousand Stars
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It was so CUTE seeing baby Khaotung in this role, and I cheered every time he was on screen. (I enjoyed Longtae more than Tian or Phupha - though I do think Mix did an excellent job as Tian the teacher).
23. Jedi from The Warp Effect
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Does this count? It’s a very gay show. I say it counts. Again, a Mark Pakin role that he crushed.
24. Bosston from Until We Meet Again/Between Us
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We are sticking with Green Flags only guys here. It was a tiny role but I loved it.
25. Klabkluen from Star and Sky: Star in My Mind
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Have you seen Joong PINE over Dunk? He's the best PINER I've ever seen. This was mostly a fluff watch but I enjoyed Joong's performance.
26. Dew from 609 Bedtime Story
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Well, this show was all over the place. I thoroughly enjoy time shenanigans in my shows so I stuck with it to the end, even if it ultimately made no sense. I have always thought Fluke Natouch was very talented though, and I found his performance here better than in Until We Meet Again, or Between Us. (He just "P'Dean"-ed all over the place and was too much of a blushing maiden for me).
27. Khondiao from Cutie Pie
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I liked him better than the mains. 🤷‍♀️
28. Kim from KinnPorsche
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My sad little meow-meow who ghosts a child. Also it's Jeff.
29. Ki Tae from Our Dating Sim
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This show was so cute. I am a big fan of characters who pine for a long time before their crush finds out.
30. Payu from Love in the Air
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Lots of controversy here as many folks didn't enjoy this show. I say credit where credit is due, Payu is the bisexual hottie I was looking for. The chemistry between Payu and Rain was also off the charts.
Thanks for reading!! Again, if you want my top 30 females you will have to ask me! Thank you to all the gif-makers who made the gifs I stole for this post. You are the true heroes of my heart. Muah Muah!
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I'm sorry but I need to just ramble for a second because holy bleeping shit I am shook. Sooo uhmmm I'm not too sure if you're familiar with the movie/novel Misery but fuck, why on earth did I decide to read this shit right before going to bed 😂? I don't like scary stuff so this book is way out of my comfort zone but I found myself way too intrigued by the description of a man being held captive by his rescuer following a car accident.
So far I've been enjoying the descriptions of the character's anguish but the part I just ended on was the most gruesome thing I've ever read and I have no idea how I'm supposed to sleep now so RIP to that I guess (I mean foot + axe + blowtorch, I'll leave the rest to your imagination).
Anyway all of this to say, your David Tennant gifs have been a lovely distraction, what a gorgeous man 😍! I'm now just picturing his adorable crying face and not well... blood and a severed- okay moving on. Might have to further cleanse my brain with cute cat videos followed by bingeing old interviews of Aaron Tveit, Jonah H K and Johnny Bailey, bunch of cutie pies the lot of them. Okay I'll leave now! Merry Christmas, I mean good night! Or afternoon. or morning wherever you are! Adios amigo !
Please feel free to ramble at me any time! I love passionate rambles :D
I've seen the movie Misery but it was so long ago I don't remember much of it. The only part I really remember is when she takes a sledge hammer to his feet to hobble him which is the movie version of the scene I think your referencing? And damn that sounds freaking intense!! I've never read the book but jeezus! That's very different and insane!
Aw I'm glad my David Tennant gifs could be a good palate cleanser! I love that. His crying face is the best ins't it? I love him. And good choices for other palate cleansers lol. I've got tags for all three should you need them ;)
Have a lovely day and a night and holiday season nonny!
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getawayheaven · 1 year ago
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Heyyyy you... thanks for all the cutestesstttestt pics of louis..
I've a question for you.. I know that you might know as much as a next person about HL life, but perspective differs from person to person.. and I would like to know yours.. so here it goes, why do you think louis is singing 'I love him, I hate it' in back to you.. is he saying that he loves this person and he hates that he cannot do anything about it?? I know most of the people are thinking harry and B could just be friends.. but I don't think so, I came to terms with that when harry posted his backstage pic after brits and it had B next to him, even his manager, producer were all somewhere far comparatively.. I also realized that I don't care much about H being with anyone as much as I thought I would.. but I care about louis, like a loooooot.. I was a larrie or still am, I don't know it's all messy now but I always thought always you, habit, back to you are for harry.. Louis removing first 2 songs from setlist kind of felt odd, the songs which were received very well in his concerts irrespective of what or who they are about.. but him singing 'I love him' has surprised me.. Louis is very very private and he just doesn't do such things often, he does not let people know that he is anything other than straight.. except for people in fandom who is painfully aware that he is not..but him changing the lyric is kind of big deal.. is he trying to give confirmation that he is in fact not straight or that he singing that he still did not get over H and he hates that feeling(it's because i think they are not together) .. I would hope they still are, because I've never seen that adoration or love on louis face if its not for harry.. so I just hope he is doing fine..
You are most welcome anon. 😍
Louis is in his best phase right now. He has confessed that he's not taking much pressure and he's enjoying his life. The situation was much different when he started the tour and he used to feel pressurised and anxious. So even though I'm not sure if HL are together or not but I for sure know that Louis feels very content right now. In both his career and personal life. He's doing great on tour, we know how excited he is for another edition of his own festival this year too. He's very happy about his sister's pregnancy (the amount of baby posts he liked just to celebrate that news was insane lol). So please don't worry about him, he's doing great and he knows he's gonna get bigger and bigger with every album.
Regarding the 'I love him' line I really think it's just queer coded. He has been very confident about his approach towards fans and he knows people love him so he has been doing some things that I wouldn't have believed he would ever do before this tour. That include I love him line and fucked him written on screen behind him. So I don't think it has anything to do with his relationship status but it's much more about his desire to be seen for who he really is. All because he's so fucking confident in himself right now. I agree it really is a big deal. And m so glad he's taking these steps. And really Louis just removed songs that didn't suit his vibe on this tour. Those songs weren't in accordance with his current pop punk image. It was a decision based on his overall set list and new album. I don't think it has anything to do with who he wrote them for.
And Brad? He's just another white rich asshole feeding off harry's money and fame that Harry needs to keep around like a minion. I really don't think there's anything between Harry and Bread. He's just another useless addition to his team, much like Xander was, X's gf was, X's brother was, James corden was, and several others were. If harry wanted to start such a public relationship with a male then his team would have roasted it enough to get attention worth his entire lifetime. They won't leave such a perfect opportunity. And they definitely would have kept Brad's image pure and perfect to let harry come out with him. But there are enough reports of Brad picking fangirls up from the crowd. This braddary thing is just baseless tbh. It's just a ship made by people who goes by the moto "Anyone but Louis". Basically Louis haters. So just chill about Brad, he will fade in background when Jeff will lend another minion to Harry.
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anisaanisa · 3 years ago
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hi! so there's this thing - list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the inbox of the last 10 people who have reblogged something from you - to get to know your mutuals and followers!!
Hi @cookiemonstor86 so nice to see you!😍
I've done 2 of these now so I'm gonna go for something a lil different this time, cause I can only say "coffee" so many times 😂 So, here are 5 Inuyasha fandom specific happytimes 🤸‍♀️
Fanfiction Writers - I cannot begin to describe the joy that Inuyasha fanfiction has brought me throughout the years, there just aren't the right words for the proverbial paper. I love reading in general, so reading so many scenarios of my faves has brought me ENDLESS JOY. And now that I have Tumblr, the amount of Tumblr-exclusive fics I’ve found? Glorious.
Fan-Artists - NOW, this one bowled me over in 2020 when I joined this hellsite to find so much Tumblr-exclusive fanart. Things that exist here and only here, it's almost maddening. I've scoured this landscape and found some of the most beautiful art I never would have seen otherwise, incredible.
InuKag - The blessed OTP that will always have my heart. While I've read and enjoyed so many other ships now, nothing will move these adorable dummies from their place at no.1, ever.
Shippo - Turns out this wily fucker is my favourite character, do not come for my fox child, he is precious and THE BEST. Anytime he comes across my dash, or a writer gets him just right, the grin I wear is exceptionally silly, I love him.
The Community - There’s something really fucking special about having a group of people to shout into the void about fictional characters with, it’s almost sacred. And I've met some real gems across Tumblr and Discord who have become "real life" friends, and for that I am forever grateful.
Thank you for the ask! These ones always brighten my day 😘💓
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karahalloway · 1 year ago
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“You did it, baby!” Drake grinned at her as he kissed the top of her head.
“You were amazing, love.” Liam told her.
“Of course, she was amazing, she’s always amazing.” Max scoffed.
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“Damn I could use a cheeseburger right now.” Riley said shakily.
Haha I bet! 😅
“What’s wrong with Uncle Leo?” Xander asked as he crawled out from underneath the bench at the same time Liam lowered himself onto it and pulled Riley down next to him, adjusting her so she was leaning back on his chest. Everyone glanced up at Leo who was still staring at the scene in front of him with a dazed expression, jaw slack, eyes a little glazed.
🤣🤣🤣
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“That…”
“It’s ok, bro, you’ve never seen a woman give birth before.”
“That was….”
“Messy? Traumatic? Not sexy?” Max offered.
Leo turned an astonished face to Max as he exclaimed, “That was the most bad ass goddamned thing I’ve ever witnessed in my entire my fucking life! That woman is remarkable! She just pushed out an entire fucking human being and then sat up and asked for a cheeseburger! A cheeseburger! That’s hardcore!”
Oh dear 😅 Looks like Liam and Drake's expectation plan backfired something chronic 🤣🤣🤣
“Wait.” Liam looked confused and a little alarmed, “You’re not grossed out? Turned off?” “Are you kidding me, Li? I have never wanted her more! You were right, I flirt with her because she keeps telling me no, it’s a challenge, and I love a good challenge! Also, I’m mostly just doing it to annoy you and piss off Drake. But now? Now I might actually be in love! None of you fuckers deserve her, you all know that, right?”
This guy is just next level 🤣🤣🤣
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“Uh…. Not to interrupt, whatever this is,” Jason interjected, “But we’re going to need something to wrap him in.” Liam and Drake still had their hands full with Riley. Max shot a look at Leo, his eyes dipping to the other’s man chest. “Really?” Leo sighed then handed Jax to Max as he pulled the rainbow colored tie dyed Mickey Mouse shirt that Riley had bought him over his head and handed it to Jason. “It was too tight anyway.”
I ROLF'D so hard you have no idea! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Jason wrapped the baby in Leo’s t-shirt and handed him to his mother. “I’m good with delayed cord clamping, but if that ambulance doesn’t get here within the next five to ten minutes, I’ll have to use a shoelace or something to tie it off and I don’t know how the hell we’ll sterilize-“ “Here.” Drake thrust a flask at him.
Bahahahahaha! Drake - prepared, as always!
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“I mean…” She paused for dramatic effect then turned her head to look at Max, “I didn’t conceive on the trip to Geneva with Liam like I thought. I conceived two weeks before that, on our secret hilltop near the airport, with you, Max.” “What?” Max’s mouth dropped open in astonishment.
🥰
It was true. His eyes were a bright, deep, cobalt blue. His hair was jet black but that didn’t mean anything. All of Riley’s babies had been born with hair just like that. It would lighten to whatever shade it was going to be by three or four months of age. They all had. But even without the blue eyes, his paternity was obvious to her. His little nose, his lips, even his forehead were an almost exact replica of Max’s. How a forehead could look distinct and familiar Riley didn’t understand. Yet, it did.
So adorables! 😍🫠🤗 Btw - interesting point about the hair - I've only actually met one mom who had a son who was born with crazy amounts of dark hair, but then as he got older, he started losing it, and getting different (lighter, more curly) hair. Just amazing how babies come in so many shapes and sizes, and how each is so different!
“Hey, congratulations, buddy.” Drake said as he clapped Max on the shoulder, “Welcome to the club.” “Are you crying, Max?” Riley asked as the wailing of the siren grew louder, closer.
Of course he is! 🥹🥹🥹
Liam was taken aback, “Mad? How could I be mad? This amazing, perfect, beautiful child is a combination of the two people I love most in the world! This is the greatest surprise ever!” “Yeah?” “Yeah. I remember how overwhelming it was when Ellie was born, this little person that was half me and half the woman I love. I never thought I’d get to experience that with the man I love but…here he is, half you and half her and it’s just as fucking amazing!”
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As Max cut the cord, Liam asked, “What are we going to name him?” The names he and Riley had discussed no longer seemed appropriate. This child definitely wasn’t a Fabian or a Ulysses, maybe more of a Percival.
Christ Liam - take pity on the poor child! 😅 He really isn't good at names, is he?
“Nonsense!” Riley waved him off, “It’s settled, “Jason Percival Embry Beaumont Rys.”
🥰
“What’s the Embry for?” Drake asked, already aware that Percival was Max’s middle name. “Do you really want to know?” Riley smirked at him. Drake blinked at her in confusion, “Why wouldn’t I want to know?” “It means hill.” Liam supplied, “Literally, flat topped hill.” “Yeah, because he was conceived on a hill!” Max chirped out.
Hahaha clever!
Liam started spitting orders, using his king voice, “I’ll ride with her in the ambulance, you guys follow behind and meet us at the hospital.” “That’s a negative. I’m going with her.” Drake said in his best military commander voice. “They said only one of us can ride in the ambulance, Drake, and I’m her husband!” “Yes, and I’m her head of security!” “It’s my baby!”
🤣🤣🤣🤣 That said - Max should get the honours.
As they bickered among themselves, Riley looked around for some help. Her eyes landed on Leo, who looked like he was still a little in shock. A calculating smile turned the corners of her mouth up as she called out, “Leo, honey, sweetheart, baby doll, lover…” She emphasized the last word, infusing her voice with copious amounts of sultriness.
Yes, lay it on thick, Ri! 😆
Leo’s head snapped up as the last of the daze that had clouded his eye’s receded. He hurried to her side, briefly glancing at the others before turning his attention back to her as he took one of her hands in both of his, “Yes, my kick ass warrior queen?”
Awww! Love this nickname actually! 😍
“Stop somewhere on the way there and smuggle me in a cheeseburger with some chili cheese fries and a vanilla shake!” Leo hesitated for a bare moment, “You just gave birth. Are you supposed to-“
It wasn't a triple bypass, dude! Give her the damn cheeseburger!
“Oh, and tell those idiots I said Max is riding in the ambulance with me, it’s his baby!”
☝️
Liam shot him a sidelong glance as he doubled checked for the diaper bag and counted kids, “You’re not really jealous of him, are you?”
Drake shook his head, “’Course not. He just annoys the hell out of me.” “Pretty sure that’s why he does it.” Liam grinned. “I’m aware.” Drake grunted with a roll of his eyes,
Yes 🤣🤣🤣
Bad Romance Disney Adventure Chapter 4: Jace
Miniseries: Bad Romance Disney Adventure
Main Series: Bad Romance
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairings for series: Riley x Liam, Liam x Max, Riley x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Leo (past)
Rating: MA
Warnings for this chapter: Language mostly, a very brief depiction of childbirth.
Word Count: 2,147  
A/N: I know I said so in the last chapter, but I want to thank @queen-arabella-of-cordonia again for this ask, because I am having too much fun with it!
A/N 2: Once again, it all got away from me so there will be one more chapter (I know I said that in the last chapter and the one before that, but this time, I really think there's only one more chapter worth of stuff!)
My other stuff: Master List.
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“You did it, baby!” Drake grinned at her as he kissed the top of her head.
“You were amazing, love.” Liam told her.
“Of course, she was amazing, she’s always amazing.” Max scoffed.
“Damn I could use a cheeseburger right now.” Riley said shakily.
“I wanna see! I wanna see! Let me see the baby!” Ellie shoved her way past Max.
“What’s wrong with Uncle Leo?” Xander asked as he crawled out from underneath the bench at the same time Liam lowered himself onto it and pulled Riley down next to him, adjusting her so she was leaning back on his chest.
Everyone glanced up at Leo who was still staring at the scene in front of him with a dazed expression, jaw slack, eyes a little glazed.
Liam chuckled softly as he told Drake, “Well, that should cure him of being inappropriate with my wife.”
“Right?” Drake smirked, “The mystery is ruined.”
Max was the only sympathetic one, “You ok over there Leo?”
“That…”
“It’s ok, bro, you’ve never seen a woman give birth before.”
“That was….”
“Messy? Traumatic? Not sexy?” Max offered.
Leo turned an astonished face to Max as he exclaimed, “That was the most bad ass goddamned thing I’ve ever witnessed in my entire my fucking life! That woman is remarkable! She just pushed out an entire fucking human being and then sat up and asked for a cheeseburger! A cheeseburger! That’s hardcore!”
“Wait.” Liam looked confused and a little alarmed, “You’re not grossed out? Turned off?”
“Are you kidding me, Li? I have never wanted her more! You were right, I flirt with her because she keeps telling me no, it’s a challenge, and I love a good challenge! Also, I’m mostly just doing it to annoy you and piss off Drake. But now? Now I might actually be in love! None of you fuckers deserve her, you all know that, right?”
“Just fucking great.” Drake gritted out.
“Uh…. Not to interrupt, whatever this is,” Jason interjected, “But we’re going to need something to wrap him in.”
Liam and Drake still had their hands full with Riley. Max shot a look at Leo, his eyes dipping to the other’s man chest.
“Really?” Leo sighed then handed Jax to Max as he pulled the rainbow colored tie dyed Mickey Mouse shirt that Riley had bought him over his head and handed it to Jason. “It was too tight anyway.”
“That was on purpose.” Riley grunted as she delivered the placenta.
“Really?” Leo asked in delight as the faint sound of a siren in the distance pierced the air.
Jason wrapped the baby in Leo’s t-shirt and handed him to his mother. “I’m good with delayed cord clamping, but if that ambulance doesn’t get here within the next five to ten minutes, I’ll have to use a shoelace or something to tie it off and I don’t know how the hell we’ll sterilize-“
“Here.” Drake thrust a flask at him.
Jason blinked in confusion, “What’s this?”
“Whiskey.”
“You can’t bring alcohol into Disneyland!”
“That’s Drake Walker you’re talking to.” Max informed him, “He brings his own whiskey everywhere!”
“Ok then….”
Riley cradled her son to her breast where he immediately began rooting around. She helped him latch on as she gazed down into his tiny face.
She watched him as he nursed, his little mouth moving as he gazed up at her with wonder in his eyes that only a soul new to the world has. Suddenly her breath caught, “Oh! We were wrong about the due date!”
“Or he was a little early, love.” Liam told her soothingly.
She shook her head, “I don’t think so.”
Leo leaned over to get a good look at the newest member of the Rys family. “Uh, Li...I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm pretty sure this one isn't yours either...”
“Shut up, Leo.” Liam snapped, “What were you saying about the due date, love?”
Riley looked from her son to her husband as she told him, “I know we were wrong about the due date, because we wrong about the date of conception.”
“How do you know that?” Drake asked.
“What do you mean?” Liam spoke at the same time as Drake.
“Yeah, Ri, what do you mean?” Max prompted her.
“I mean…” She paused for dramatic effect then turned her head to look at Max, “I didn’t conceive on the trip to Geneva with Liam like I thought. I conceived two weeks before that, on our secret hilltop near the airport, with you, Max.”
“What?” Max’s mouth dropped open in astonishment.
“Look at those eyes.” Riley cooed down at the little one in her arms as he released her nipple with a contented sigh. Fresh from heaven and perfect in every way. Ten little fingers, ten little toes and a ridiculous amount of hair.
“Those are the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen in my life.” Liam confirmed as he gazed down at the squirming baby boy in his wife’s arms. “Can I hold him now?”
Riley passed the t-shirt wrapped newborn over, “As if we needed any more proof that he’s Max’s.”
It was true. His eyes were a bright, deep, cobalt blue. His hair was jet black but that didn’t mean anything. All of Riley’s babies had been born with hair just like that. It would lighten to whatever shade it was going to be by three or four months of age. They all had. But even without the blue eyes, his paternity was obvious to her. His little nose, his lips, even his forehead were an almost exact replica of Max’s. How a forehead could look distinct and familiar Riley didn’t understand. Yet, it did.
“He’s mine?” Max felt a sense of wonder stir in his chest as he struggled to swallow the lump that was suddenly in his throat, “Can I hold him now?”
“Of course.” Liam said, placing the tiny bundle into Max’s arms, then discreetly wiping tears from his eyes.
“Hey, congratulations, buddy.” Drake said as he clapped Max on the shoulder, “Welcome to the club.”
“Are you crying, Max?” Riley asked as the wailing of the siren grew louder, closer.
“Yes, I am! This is the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me! I mean, next to you loving me.” He answered her.
“Ah, Max. I love you too.”
Max looked up from the bundle snuggled in his arms, his face wet with tears, and found Liam’s eyes, “You’re not mad?”
Liam was taken aback, “Mad? How could I be mad? This amazing, perfect, beautiful child is a combination of the two people I love most in the world! This is the greatest surprise ever!”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I remember how overwhelming it was when Ellie was born, this little person that was half me and half the woman I love. I never thought I’d get to experience that with the man I love but…here he is, half you and half her and it’s just as fucking amazing!”
“Ah, Li, don’t cry or I’m gonna start again!”
Drake took a turn holding the baby as Liam and Max embraced, laughing, crying, wiping the tears from each other’s cheeks, exchanging soft kisses and ecstatic smiles.
“Can we talk about getting me a cheeseburger now?” Riley asked, but Liam, Drake and Max were too busy cooing over the baby to hear her.
The ambulance pulled up with lights still flashing but they had thankfully turned the siren off.
“Thank God you’re here.” Jason said, “I didn’t have anything sterile to clamp or cut the cord with, so I haven’t done either one.”
The paramedics quickly assessed both mother and child, loaded Riley onto a gurney and clamped the cord. “Who’s the father?” The older paramedic asked.
Everyone looked at Liam who smiled and nudged Max forward.
“Oh, uh…that would be me!” Max raised his hand.
The paramedic held out a pair of sterile scissors and asked, “Would you like to do the honors?”
An enthusiastic smile lit up his face, “Yes, yes I would!”
As Max cut the cord, Liam asked, “What are we going to name him?” The names he and Riley had discussed no longer seemed appropriate. This child definitely wasn’t a Fabian or a Ulysses, maybe more of a Percival.
Riley grinned up at their tour guide and said, “I think we have to name him Jason. What do you think, Max?”
“I like it! We can call him Jace for short!” Max nodded in agreement, then looked over at their guide, “if that’s alright with you, of course.”
“I’d be honored, but you don’t have to-“
“Nonsense!” Riley waved him off, “It’s settled, “Jason Percival Embry Beaumont Rys.”
“What’s the Embry for?” Drake asked, already aware that Percival was Max’s middle name.
“Do you really want to know?” Riley smirked at him.
Drake blinked at her in confusion, “Why wouldn’t I want to know?”
“It means hill.” Liam supplied, “Literally, flat topped hill.”
“Yeah, because he was conceived on a hill!” Max chirped out.
Drake nodded as he turned his head to the side and scratched the back of his neck, “You were right, babe, I didn’t need to know.”
Riley tried again, “Could one of you get me a cheeseburger?”
But none of them were listening. As the paramedics expanded the gurney, dropping the wheels down, Liam, Max and Drake fell into an argument.
Liam started spitting orders, using his king voice, “I’ll ride with her in the ambulance, you guys follow behind and meet us at the hospital.”
“That’s a negative. I’m going with her.” Drake said in his best military commander voice.
“They said only one of us can ride in the ambulance, Drake, and I’m her husband!”
“Yes, and I’m her head of security!”
“It’s my baby!”
As they bickered among themselves, Riley looked around for some help. Her eyes landed on Leo, who looked like he was still a little in shock. A calculating smile turned the corners of her mouth up as she called out, “Leo, honey, sweetheart, baby doll, lover…” She emphasized the last word, infusing her voice with copious amounts of sultriness.
Leo’s head snapped up as the last of the daze that had clouded his eye’s receded. He hurried to her side, briefly glancing at the others before turning his attention back to her as he took one of her hands in both of his, “Yes, my kick ass warrior queen?”
“You’re coming to the hospital, aren’t you?” She batted her eyelashes at him.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. She usually rebuffed his advances and ignored his attentions. “Do you want me there?”
“Oh yes, I would very much like it if you were there.” She murmured demurely, as she gazed up at him from under fluttering lashes.
He sucked in a surprised, and pleased breath, “Then of course I’ll be there!”
“Would you do something for me?” She asked as she walked her fingers up his exposed chest.
“Anything!” He scooted closer to her, clasping her hand and laying it over his heart.
“Stop somewhere on the way there and smuggle me in a cheeseburger with some chili cheese fries and a vanilla shake!”
Leo hesitated for a bare moment, “You just gave birth. Are you supposed to-“
Riley reached out to caress his cheek with her free hand, “Please, jellybean, for me?”
“Yes, of course, I’ll bring you anything you want!” He agreed as the gurney was lifted into the back of the ambulance. “I’ll be on my way as soon as I get another shirt!”
“Oh, and tell those idiots I said Max is riding in the ambulance with me, it’s his baby!”
“On it!” Leo gave her a thumbs up as the paramedics climbed in the back with her. Then he turned back to the other three men, “Hey losers, Riley said Max is riding with her.”
“Yes!” Max did a triumphant little jump and ran to the ambulance without so much as a backwards glance at the other two men.
Liam sighed, “Fine, let’s get back to the SUV. Leo, what are you doing?”
Leo had his phone out, “Calling an Uber. You guys go ahead, I have to go get another shirt then I have a stop to make on the way, I’ll see you at the hospital.”
“Fine.” Liam waved at him dismissively then started gathering up the children.
“Does he have to meet us at the hospital?” Drake grumbled.
Liam shot him a sidelong glance as he doubled checked for the diaper bag and counted kids, “You’re not really jealous of him, are you?”
Drake shook his head, “’Course not. He just annoys the hell out of me.”
“Pretty sure that’s why he does it.” Liam grinned.
“I’m aware.” Drake grunted with a roll of his eyes, “Now let’s get to the fucking hospital.”
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moonyslove78 · 2 years ago
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@liz-allyn this chapter was just..... wow! 😍
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So now that I've had time to reflect some more and basically reread the entire chapter over again three times because well, I can't get enough of these two... I think I'm finally ready to unpack my thoughts. So here'goes...
Okay, so the beginning of this chapter was probably one of my favorite scenes with Felicia. (Tied with the next scene with her in it because she's a fucking baddy and I love her so much) The sense of concern and sympathy she has for Honey here is beautiful. It shows that there's definitely two sides to this beautiful vixen. And I want a hug from Felicia cause I feel like she absolutely does give good hugs.
I was renewed with a bit of hope when less than 2 days after he left to give her her space, she was already checking his bedroom because I feel like deep down, she wanted him to be there. Mind you, I'm glad he wasn't just yet... because I do believe the sequence of events that occurred following was necessary for her to properly heal those wounds that were lingering. Physically and mentally. But regardless, girl missed him... I know it deep down.
Her day spent with Rex alone was beautiful. And the fact that she just was walking around with him on her shoulder... like I can just picture it happening and I'm loving the bonding time. He really is the star of the show. 💕😁
Though I was so happy to read the little snippet that stated he made the guards leave and stopped the cameras from rolling in every room she entered, I can't lie, I had a deep anxiety that that was going to be an issue somehow. Like she was going to be hurt or something and he wouldn't know because he didn't have eyes and ears everywhere. I was definitely pleasantly surprised when that didn't happen and graciously thank you for not sending me into a full on panic there.
The fact that she went to bed after about 2 days without him being there and all she could think about was that he wasn't coming back tonight or that he was probably fucking someone else made me instantly realize that though she kept trying to convince herself that it was "Probably best." She was obviously not okay with it. And this poor girl laying there in pain to ground herself... my god, especially right now, I can feel that in my soul. Mine wasn't my ribs per say but just everything hurting but I can definitely sympathize with even just for a moment wanting to feel the pain just to know you're here and alive... The sad reality of it makes it all too real. 💔
MILES!!! Honey's reaction to seeing him at the door was my reaction...poor Rex though! 😂❤️
First off, this beautiful boy is a precious angel and we need to protect him at all costs...which I can tell by Peter's confession later in the chapter that that's what he's trying to do. Which makes me love that man even more.
His confession of what happened when he was younger and how Peter saved him and helped mold him into the person he is today, was just 😍😍😍 !!! And I hope that pretty girl he ran into is an angel too and they both live happily ever after because it's what this boy deserves!
Him bringing up that Peter is going to make a good dad one day and then Honey basically fanaticizing about it while remembering all the times he was amazing with Bella and Miles... ugh! My damn heart!
And then her finding out about who actually hid Bella for Peter... this is where I got totally emotional and lost my cool.
The Mario Kart part was the most heartwarming and adorable thing I've ever seen written. That boy made her day... and I kinda hope that Peter had a little bit to do with that. But if not, I don't care because I'm still deeply in love with this scene.
And EDDIE!!!! Fuck, I missed him! And the fact that when she asked him if Peter sent him to spy on her and he told her no, her heart sank... Girl, yes... I know! 😭😭 But then when he goes "But it would be nice to know what you want me to tell him when he inevitably asks about you..." I was screaming because I knew inside somewhere she was happy to know he'd most definitely ask about her. And then to give her a phone... with the spider sticker... in case of emergencies...🥺❤️
And apparently right in the nick of time, because that scene with Honey meeting George Stacy... I wanted to throw HIM off the fucking Brooklyn Bridge at the end of this encounter. Somehow, I knew one of Gwen's family members was going to be an issue. And what do ya know?! It's this jack-off. Literally fuck him for being such a distasteful prick and using his daughter's untimely tragic death as a means to make Peter look bad! I have a feeling him and John are in this together somehow or another. But we'll leave that for the end of my review.
Right now, I wanna talk about what a fucking badass Felicia is and I want... No... I need her as my best friend! I was soo fucking happy that she was there to at least tell Honey he's a lying bastard.
Now, for my absolute favorite scene of this chapter... and maybe this series yet... Like, @liz-allyn you made my Peter/Honey shipper heart so fucking happy... don't get me wrong, I was bawling the entire way through, but ugh!! I fucking love these two so damn much...
The nightmare had me so fucking scared... I was on the edge of my seat the whole time I was reading that part. Something said it was just a nightmare because why would they remove Bella from "protection" if she was safe where she was? But I was still like, NO! NOT MILES!!! DON'T YOU DO THAT!!
Then when she woke up and was in Peter's arms... I had to stop myself from getting hopeful for just a moment in case she was just imagining it. And then when I realized she wasn't... OMG my heart was beating so hard! The way he comforted and soothed her! 😭
Honey saying that this was all her fault and him saying none of it was... and then him nervously, and very adorably might I add, tried to explain why he was there to comfort her in the first place...😍
But then her admission that she didn't feel worthy of his love and protection and her fear was that he'd realize she's not a good person one day and just toss her away... my heart was ripped out of my chest. Her need for him to just hold her, be there with her... in more ways then one... and that kiss! It was heart wrenching and beautiful. All wrapped into one!
And though I keep unequivocally rooting for a love making scene between these two... like I need it to survive... I am glad he was respectful enough to stop her and admit to her that he couldn't do it because the moment she pushes him away it's going to break him, but he has nothing left to break... 🥺🥺🥺
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Her begging him to just hold her then... and them finally sleeping peacefully... together... I didn't think I could love these two more.
...Until they woke up together and the joy that you could feel coming from the two of them to just have each other in that moment. I had tingles! It literally gave me ALL the feels!
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The emotions when she told him about George and how she wanted to give him the chance to tell her what happened to Gwen! I was like FINALLY!!
And his admission that he couldn't risk losing the woman he loves twice and her being like "But I'm right here, Peter." And his admission that he felt like he already destroyed her, because he saw the rage in her when they were fighting on the street night... but her reply wasn't of anger but of fear. She just wanted to take their loved ones and runway to the mountains again and just hide! 😭❤️
Now mind you, him straight up telling her EVERYTHING I was like "NO! Wait! Stop, Peter!" Because my mind instantly went to John has done wired that whole penthouse. And I feel like Honey's mind went there too, which is why she immediately thought PETER! RUN! after he said the only thing that can hurt him is her. Which...fuck, that killed me too! Then I kinda thought, well maybe he had a feed to the cameras that Peter had hooked up to watch Honey and maybe since they were off, there wasn't a worry of him hearing Peter's confessions.
So I tried to calm my mind at that point and just relax and enjoy the absolute beautiful fluff that ensued once she asked if he had been with anyone since he left...
I could feel her resolve and hesitation slipping away with every beautiful word he admitted to her. By the time he ended with "How could I look at anyone else?" and "There is no tomorrow for me if you're not in it." My heart had melted into a giant puddle and I wasn't breathing normally when she told him she was in love with him.
And his reply to her! OMG! 😍😍
But then poor Honey realizing she needed to be truthful with Peter and fearing she'll lose him when she does. My emotions were just as high as hers!
And then the phone call. Him PROMISING he'd be done in less than an hour than he was all hers and they could go/do anywhere/anything she wanted. The forehead kiss! 😭🥲
But I just don’t know what to say about that cliffhanger @liz-allyn! 😳😮‍💨
FUCKING CUNT… I mean John… or Captain Steve Rogers! I would literally murder this low life abuser if I didn’t already expect you to have a proper way of ending his life. Just please make it agonizing for him! Honey and Peter deserve the retribution! Especially knowing this dickhead is playing with Peter’s emotions is a much different way!
He looked at him with a FOND expression and called this bastard a friend!
I don’t like thinking that this is gonna hurt Peter even more now knowing that this so called “friend” is nothing but a … ugh! I have soooo many choice words I could think to call him! 🤬🤬
I just really hope that she still gets her chance to tell Peter herself and I hope beyond hope that he is forgiving of her and that with her admitting it (cause I am holding onto the hope that SHE gets to tell him before it all blows up) that this shows she truly does love him and that she WANTS his love in return.
Ugh this ending gave me so much anxiety but still so much hope that it will turn around and play into their favor because fuck they’re so beautiful together! 😭🫣🥰
I know I say this at the beginning, middle and end of every chapter review but you’re so fucking amazing at writing and this chapter just proved even more so how much of an amazing writer you are! Thank you for giving us these characters to love, obsess over and have moments of absolute terror and fear of what may come of a situation.
I know that you’ll make it all worth the pain when the time comes and I’m so excited to see what happens next! I saw someone write to you recently that we don’t ever really have those tv shows anymore where we have to wait and ponder over a cliffhanger episode for the next one to come out to see what happens. But you’ve managed to make that happen in story form. ❤️
This literally could be its own published book. That’s how incredible it is!
Always sending you love and positivity & thank you for reading my incessant rambling reviews! I enjoy so much unpacking each chapter and “journaling” my thoughts and feelings on every single one! Can’t wait for the next!! ❤️
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sugar and vice, pt. 17 [mob!tasm!peter x fem!reader]
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summary: time for a reckoning.
words: 9.5k
chapter warning: angst. bitter feelings.. description of a shooting.
series warnings: mob-typical violence, bang bang shoot shoot, whomp. hurt/comfort. s*xu*l situations. spousal ab^se. family trauma. dr^g use. coercion. manipulation. kidnapping. gore. blood. toxic/yandere!peter (maybe, sorta), negative self talk, shameless forced proximity trope. ‘only ten one bed oops’ trope, imprisonment. slowest burn. a dash of questionable and/or morally grey intentions. extremely toxic relationships.
This version of TASM Peter is not canon. The relationships and characters here are not healthy.
Don't date a mob boss.™️
18+ You’re responsible for your own media consumption, but if you don't remember when TVs were square, you should not be here.
Back to Part 16.
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Part 17
Twelve hours after she last saw Peter, she emerged from her bedroom for the first time. It was already past lunchtime, but she didn’t have much of an appetite. Wearing a comfortable athleisure set with a soft fleece half-zip pullover (with plenty of pockets), she took only a glance down the hallway at Peter’s door. The door to the primary bedroom was closed, shrouded in shadow.
“If you’re lookin’ for ‘em, he’s not here,” a feminine voice called from downstairs. It was Felicia. 
Honey followed the sound and padded down the stairs to see the other woman standing next to Rex’s terrarium. With her long, silver hair flowing down her back, she leaned down and curiously watched Rex chase after a tiny swarm of crickets. Her eyes were focused with morbid curiosity, tongue poking slightly out of her lip as she studied how the lizard moved. He darted around in the blink of an eye, gobbling up the tiny insects and crushing them in his jaws. He was so much faster when he had something to hunt.
“Didn’t know you were here,” Honey said, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. “Got a meeting or something?”
“Nah, I’m on my lunch break,” she smirked. “Mafia stuff works up an appetite.” She straightened her back and let out a long sigh. “Wanna go do somethin’?”
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
“Well,” Felicia explained, “I was thinkin’ we could hang out. Just us girls. Get some lunch. Go get our nails done. Do some shopping. Stop by the hospital and snap a few x-rays?”
Honey’s shoulders slumped, her face falling flat. “Thanks, but I’m fine.”
“That’s not what I heard,” Felicia replied teasingly. “I heard you almost took a flaming bumper to the face. Pretty close call. Then again, I’ve had worse dates, though—”
“What did Peter tell you?” Honey asked sharply, her lips pressed together.
Felicia furrowed her brows. “All he told me was that you should probably see a doctor,” she frowned, disappointed at the hostility. “Nothin’ else.”
Honey rolled her eyes. “You ever get tired of doing what he tells you to do?”
Felicia blinked her long plush lashes several times, then replied calmly. “I’m not here because he told me to be. I’m here because I thought you needed a friend.” Honey swallowed hard, glancing away toward the bright windows and letting the light burn her eyes. “But if that’s not something you need right now, I get that too. Just say so.”
She sighed, and when she faced Felicia again, her eyes were red-rimmed. A lump settled in her throat, and her voice was a weak murmur. “It’s not the pain that bothers me. It’s the fear.” 
She bit down on her jaw to steady it, attempting to ward off tears with her loathing. She looked over at Felicia to see the woman watching her patiently, brows pinched together with concern. 
“For a second there, I thought I was gonna die,” she explained grimly. “I saw the flash... and I felt the heat— and I-I thought I was already dead.” Her eyes misted over, and she brought the back of her hands up to rub them angrily. She sniffed. “I was going to die and couldn’t do anything about it. I’d rather break every bone in my body than feel that again. I’d rather die, th-than feel...”
She couldn’t finish the sentence, biting down on her tongue. She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head. She flung out a million curse words in her brain, admonishing herself for crying in front of Felicia. Self-loathing bubbled up in her chest. A cruel, bitter chuckle escaped her throat as she reminisced over her suggestion to ‘embrace her power.’ It was a joke to think she had anything of the sort.
“Helpless,” Felicia supplied solemnly. 
Honey glanced up at her. Blinking with surprise, she observed how the other woman held herself. Arms crossed tight in front of her chest. Whatever difficulty Honey had with eye contact, Felicia had it worse. The taller woman pressed her lips together, grimacing.
When the two women finally met each other’s eyes, Honey was perplexed. It wasn’t pity on Felicia’s face—not like she’d feared. Instead, there was a painful solidarity between them. 
As Honey opened her mouth to speak, Felicia strode up to her, arms extended. Then, too quickly and perhaps too awkwardly, the taller woman hunched down and pulled her into a tight embrace.
Honey gasped at the action. She was hugging her. Honey wasn’t tall enough to place her chin on Felicia’s shoulder. Instead, she leaned into the hug, resting her chin against her clavicle. 
Awkward as it was, it was a very pleasant hug. The smaller woman returned it as best she could, despite the throbbing ache in her side. At that moment, she could look past that pain and allow herself to feel the embrace. 
Felicia gave good hugs, she decided.
Tears welled up in Honey’s eyes, and she allowed herself to feel those, too.
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Thirty-six hours after she last saw Peter, she curiously poked her head into the empty primary bedroom to see it untouched. Sheets were pristine and smoother than glass. His toothbrush and toiletries were missing from the bathroom.
Peter had granted her wish. Both of them—it appeared, including the request she made before their shoot-out at the arcade. She wanted space, and now she had it. 
Not only had Peter not made an appearance, but every faceless guard had strangely vacated the penthouse. It was quiet in the morning haze. Peaceful.
She spent the day alone with Rex on her shoulder. They found plenty of things to do. After all, they were in a million-dollar home. They had endless hours of TV to watch. They had access to a full home gym (which she hadn’t bothered to enter until now and wasn’t going to while icing a hairline-fractured rib, no matter what Rex said about accountability). She had a library of beloved novels to read, a heated infinity pool on the roof, and a $5,000 coffee maker. 
What more could she possibly need?
Thirty-seven hours after Peter, she noticed no more lights coming from the camera in her bedroom. Or in the hall. Or in the primary bedroom, or the great hall, or the terrace entrance, or the kitchen, or anywhere else she looked. 
Thirty-eight hours after Peter.
Thirty-nine hours after Peter.
Forty hours after Peter.
Forty-six hours after Peter, she tucked herself into the covers of her own bed. She was exhausted, and the doctor-prescribed 4-6 hour pain medication had worn off. 
She embraced the pain like it was her child. It was grounding and balanced the self-righteous anger that burned in her chest. 
Peter wasn’t coming back tonight. It’s probably best, she thought. 
He’s probably fucking someone else, she thought.
Probably best.
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The third day without Peter brought a pleasant surprise. Hearing a knock at the front door, she rushed into the foyer with Rex on her shoulder. The knock itself was odd since no one ever knocked. No one asked for her permission to enter. The place wasn’t ‘hers’ to grant people entry to. Or was it?
Curiously, she pulled the door open, and her heart filled with joy. “Miles!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around the teen. Rex skittered around almost up on her head, displeased with the lack of personal space.
“Hey,” he chuckled, surprised as he returned the embrace, “whassup? I mean, I know I’m a sight for sore eyes, but—”
Grinning wide, she pulled back. “Hell yeah, you are! I’ve missed you so much! How are you? What are you doing here? What have you been up to?”
“Whoooaa,” he replied, hands outstretched. “We’ll get to all that later. First, can I come in?”
Honey flexed a brow. “Can you—you’re asking me?”
“I was asking Rex, but he doesn’t have thumbs.”
She blinked, stunned. “Ye-yeah, sure. Come in!”
“Cool! Alright, second thing—I’m hungry.”
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Honey and Miles sat together on the floor in the TV room with empty boxes of Filipino takeout around them. Miles took the last lumpia roll after Honey insisted that she was stuffed. She had yet to learn where the skinny kid was putting all the food.
They spent several hours catching up on the latest teenage drama. Miles did most of the talking. He filled her ears with everything from his college applications, an opportunity he received to paint a mural at a local Boys and Girls Club, to the pretty girl he ran into (literally) while leaving a bodega. She was amused and engaged—and overall honored that he would share his stories with her and allow her to be a sounding board. She lamented not being able to do the same with her sisters.
On her part, Honey didn’t have much to say about her recent experiences, nor did she really want to. However, a question kept prickling the back of her mind.
“So. Um.” She cleared her throat, wiping her hands with a napkin as the hour grew late. “Have you, um, talked to Peter lately?”
Miles pressed his lips together, glancing at her briefly before his eyes fell to the ground. “Nah. Not directly.” Several moments of silence passed. “Haven’t seen ‘em since—” He bit his tongue. “For a while.”
She hummed in acknowledgment. “Probably a good idea,” she said. 
Another pause. Miles watched her curiously. “I miss him.”
A bitter laugh she couldn’t contain burst from her lips. “I can’t imagine why.”
He raised a brow. “He’s not a bad person.”
She turned towards him accusingly. “How can you say that? You know what he is.” She connected the memory of Miles storming out of the penthouse after accusing him of being ‘on something,’ and the horrifying picture of Peter sticking a needle in his arm and becoming—something else. “You’ve seen what he’s done.” 
“I have,” Miles nodded knowingly, although his tone didn’t suggest that he agreed with her. He shifted his position and gazed down at his shoes, losing himself in thought. “I’m worried about him, y’know.”
Honey rolled her eyes. “Miles. Seriously. You need to worry about yourself.” She connected with his eyes, imploring. “Peter is dangerous. The life he lives is dangerous. You need to stay as far away from him as you can.”
Miles fixed his gaze on her, studying her reaction. “I’ve known Peter since I was a kid.”
“You still are a kid—”
“I mean it,” he declared. Honey observed the resolve in his expression and silenced herself, allowing him to speak without interruption. “I’ve seen him when things are bad, yeah. But I’ve also seen him at his best. There’s good and bad in him. In everybody.”
Sighing, Honey listlessly nodded. “Two wolves. I know. I know.”
Another long silence filled the air, prompting her to look over at him. There was a darkened expression in his eyes, mouth in a tight line, as he gazed at the wall.
“Did I tell you I almost went to jail?” he asked. A crease formed between her eyebrows. She shook her head in confusion. “Yeah,” he added, nodding sadly. A dark cloud rested over him. “It was, um—It was a few years ago. Not long after my mom got hurt.” He crossed his arms tightly. “It was when we moved from Brooklyn. Things sucked that first year. I was in a school I didn’t like. Didn’t have any friends. My dad had to start dropping me off at the front because I didn’t want to go. It was embarrassing.”
The slightest glimmer of amusement tweaked his eye, and Honey grasped at it with a warm smile. Then, just as quickly as the light appeared, it went out again like a flame in the wind.
“I got into fights a lot,” Miles said without pride. “I was angry, y’know? A lot.”
With solemn eyes, she bit her lip, nodding. Violence was still somewhat new to her, at least from the perpetrating side. Anger she knew intimately.
“Everyone tried to talk to me about it. My counselors at school told my dad that I needed to see a therapist. But how was I supposed to talk to anybody? I couldn’t even tell them who I was, or what happened—”
His voice clipped. He swallowed hard. Her brows furrowed with concern as she watched tears well in his eyes. 
“This one day, I don’t know. I lost it. I was walking home from school, and this kid from my class saw me. He was older than me, like 17 or something. This dude... sucked. Just not cool. Always messin’ with me. But on this day, I-I guess I wasn’t havin’ none of it. And I hit him. He went down, just one hit.” A smirk formed on his face. “It felt kinda good to shut him up.”
His half-smile faded, eyes darkening. “And then I hit him again. He was on the ground, and I-I just couldn’t stop.” 
His voice was wracked with shame. Honey reached out and grabbed his hand, wrapping her fingers tightly around his.
“Next thing I know, I feel hands pulling me off,” he swallowed dryly. “I’m tryin’ to fight all of ‘em. I don’t know, I guess I thought— Like, I was back there? Where they took me.” 
Tears welled in her eyes, as she sadly nodded with understanding.
“I kept fighting. Everyone. I wanted to hurt everyone—”
“Miles,” she said, heart aching. “None of that was your fault. You were probably having a flashback, you weren’t yourself—”
“Let me finish.” 
She silenced herself, stowing her pity.
“Pete was the one that stopped me. He stopped me. He hugged me. Told me to go home. So I did what he said. When the cops came, they weren’t lookin’ for me. They were looking for him. He told them that he was the one who beat up that kid. Said he was a punk that needed a lesson.” 
She sat motionlessly, stewing over the information. Miles looked up at her. “He took the fall for me. I asked him why. He saved my life, he got my family outta New York. Why do more than that? He said he believed in me. He saw what I did and believed I could be better than that. But if I had a record, no one was going to see past that.” His voice sounded tenser, stretched thin with emotion. “He saw me at my worst, and still—he tried to protect me. All he’s ever done since he got me outta that warehouse is try to protect me. Protect the people he cares about.”
Honey glanced away, her brows furrowed. Then, gently, she replied, “I understand why you feel that way, Miles. But he’s not just doing all this to protect us. He’s not keeping us safe.”
“Nah,” Miles nodded, shrugging with a half-smile. “Pete does what he does because he’s crazy. He’s messed up. Seriously.” She smirked back for a moment, the gesture failing to reach her eyes. “But I love ‘em, too. He’s family. That’s what families are for.”
Her heart cracked at his admission. She felt an overwhelming sense of pity for the teen. He was so pure. So naive. 
Carefully choosing her words, she gently replied, “Miles, I’m not sure you fully realize what Peter’s capable of.”
He nodded, then said, “I am, though. He saved my life. That’s what he’s capable of.” He added thoughtfully. “That’s the Peter Parker I believe in. The kinda guy that’s gonna make a good dad someday.” 
She observed him quietly, biting her tongue. The image of Peter holding a baby branded itself into her brain. She pictured him taking a hike near the mountain retreat with a small child sitting on his shoulders. 
Was Peter a boy dad or a girl dad? 
He was great with Miles in the moments that she saw them together. Peter had a knack for teaching. He gushed with enthusiasm when he’d explain a concept to Miles, whether nuclear fusion or chemical bonds. He made it sound interesting—even to her.
She could imagine Peter taking his boy by the hand and guiding him through the woods. Through adolescence. Struggling with the need to show them the world and all of its wonder and simultaneously wanting to shield him from it.
Then Honey remembered how Bella clung to Peter at her mom’s apartment. The child tugged on his pant leg, and he’d crouch down to meet her eyes. He didn’t patronize her when he spoke to her. He gave her his undivided attention, and Bella lit up inside to have it.
The memory of Bella pierced her heart, leaving a pang in her chest. “I don’t know about that,” Honey replied to Miles, her tone darker. “This is the same guy who has my niece hidden in a bunker somewhere.”
When she glanced over, Miles stared at her like she’d grown an extra arm. “What are you talking about?”
She sighed, eyes misty. “My niece, Bella. I miss her so much. Peter has her hidden somewhere, and he won’t tell me where.” Her brows furrowed in pain. “She’s just a baby.”
Miles blinked at her. Several times. “It’s not safe to know.”
She groaned with frustration. “Yeah, so I’ve heard.”
“No, you don’t get it. Peter can’t tell you where she is because he doesn’t know. No one does. That’s the whole point.”
Her head snapped towards him, eyes wide. “What?”
He shifted his body around, turning his shoulders towards her. “Only one person knows where your family is, and they’re not talking.”
She gazed at him, perplexed. 
“They’re not gonna say anything.” He wore a knowing look. She stared at him, her mind spinning. When she opened her mouth to speak, Miles raised his hand, silencing her. “That’s enough heavy stuff for one night. Let’s get back to the game.”
With that, he turned towards the OLED panel in the room and grabbed one of the two Nintendo controllers next to them. Waking up the Switch, he navigated to a new screen, pulling up a character selection.
“I got Bowser this time. You wanna be Yoshi again?”
Honey stared at him, deeply confused. Miles turned to her, picking up the controller and putting it in her hands when she didn’t reply. “C’mon, we gotta get started. My neighbor’s gonna play us online.” He poked her in the arm to get her attention, then nudged his head towards the Mario Kart selection screen. 
Confused, she glanced over at the characters. There was a Third Player.
“Cat Peach,” Honey said, staring at the Third Player’s character selection. “Bella loves Princess Peach.” When she looked back at Miles, he was a brick wall. Complete silence. Face neutral. Staring straight ahead at the TV screen, waiting for Honey to pick.
She curled her brow upwards, glancing at Miles, then back to the Third Player. Tears welled in her eyes as she observed the avatar on the screen. Her niece’s avatar. Her niece. Miles’ neighbor. Miles—mostly likely with his father’s help—had hid Bella and the rest of her family.
Tears flowed down her cheeks as she turned back to Miles, her jaw agape. He avoided looking straight at her, taking a sip of his third Mountain Dew. “C’mon now. Some of us have an early bedtime.”
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One week after she last saw Peter, another surprise guest appeared. Because Felicia had been by every day, that’s who she expected to find at the door. Honey gasped with delight when she saw who it really was.
With twinkling eyes and hands deep in the pockets of his hoodie, Eddie smiled back. “If it isn’t Nancy Reagan.” 
They spent the next half-hour catching up. Honey profusely apologized—unnecessarily—to him for being the cause of another fallout. He rejected her apology—repeatedly— but accepted her offering of two-thirds of a strawberry cheesecake. 
Honey eventually got around to addressing the splinter under her skin. 
“So. Did Peter send you here to spy on me?” she asked, unsure if she wanted the answer.
“Nope.” He shook his head. She couldn’t help the strange way her heart sank at his answer. Eddie peered at her suspiciously. “But it would be nice to know what you want me to tell ‘em when he inevitably asks about you.”
She pressed her lips together, eyes suddenly interested in the granite of the countertop. She wasn’t sure what she wanted him to say. She wasn’t even sure of what she wanted.
After an hour passed, Eddie explained that he was sent to the penthouse for a reason. To deliver a package.
Her eyes bulged, heart tripping, as he handed her a smartphone. The only thing that kept her from fainting was that the device was much smaller than the one she was hiding in her pocket. A model at least ten years old. It had a simple case with one of those artist-drawing stickers. A red spider. She looked up at him, eyes full of confusion.
“For emergencies,” Eddie said, shoving his hands back in his pockets. “You’re a big girl. I’m sure you’ll be fine. But just in case.”
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Three weeks after she last saw Peter, she reached for the spider phone for the first time.
It was shortly after lunchtime at a chic, New American restaurant off of West 51st, adorned with a crystal chandelier, neon lights, and lush botanicals. Honey and Felicia were seated at the bar finishing up lunch (and a bottle of champagne) when the silver-haired woman excused herself to the restroom. 
Being left alone was no longer strange. In the past three weeks, Honey had experienced more freedom than she had in the last four months of living with Peter Parker. She was permitted to travel wherever she pleased. Just as long as she had the emergency phone. And guards to scope the area ahead of time and transport her. And Felicia or Miles as an escort. It didn’t feel like she was being escorted. After three weeks of lonely days in the penthouse, she longed for companionship. 
After the incident at the arcade, she tried to stay vigilant when left alone. But when she looked up to see Felicia return to the bar, a strange man sat on her stool instead. 
She’d never seen him before. He was at least sixty, but the expression lined in deep trenches on his long face made him appear centuries older. The scent of stale cigarettes enveloped him. With graying, auburn-sand hair and intense eyes that seemed to radiate disappointment, he fixed a hard gaze on her.
“I know who you are,” he quietly declared in a bitter tone.
Every muscle in her body froze, and she fought the urge to scream for help. Instead, she kept one hand on the bar near her nearly-empty plate, resting over her steak knife.
He glanced down at her hands, unimpressed, and he gave her a sardonic smirk. “I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to help.” 
She remained nothing more than a statue, lips pressed tightly together.
“More importantly, I know who you’ve been with.”
She swallowed hard. Eyes wide, she flicked them cautiously toward the corridor Felicia had disappeared through as violent images filled her mind. The food began to creep up her esophagus. 
She shook her head. “I-I don’t know what you—”
“Don’t lie,” he sneered, light as a feather, while his eyes screamed in a fury. “I know you’re Peter Parker’s new girl.”
Her heart thrummed in her throat. She opened her mouth.
“If you make a scene, I’ll throw Miss Hardy into a jail cell so deep under this city she’ll be in New Amsterdam,” he glowered. Honey snapped her mouth shut while piercing sirens rang out in her head. “Did I mention I’m a cop?” he added with a cruel casualness. 
She felt dizzy, her heart sinking in her chest. Her brain ping-ponged between John Walker, and Wilson Fisk, and whoever planted the car bomb, and the corrupt officers that cut down Peter’s aunt and uncle in a spray of bullets. 
A long list of enemies. And by the look in this man’s eye, he wanted to be at the very top.
“My name is George Stacy,” he muttered, eyes dark. “Peter Parker killed my daughter.” 
Something inside her shattered as she connected the distraught rage emanating from the man seated next to her to the angelic face in Peter’s photo box. 
“Did he tell you about her? Did he tell you about Gwen?” His voice made a sound like glass breaking as he said her name. Grief and anger swirled in the blue depths of his eyes. A deep crease formed between Honey’s brows. 
“Excuse me.” Felicia’s biting tone caught their attention. “You’re in my seat.” They looked over to see the silver-haired woman glaring daggers at the older man, fearless in her stance. Honey had never felt so envious of her courage in her life.
George fixed her with a disgusted sneer. “Well, well. If it isn’t the Black Cat. Parker’s still your favorite place to sharpen your claws, isn’t he?”
Felicia didn’t flinch, crossing her arms. “Aww, Georgie. Didn’t know we were already at pet names. Get out of my chair.”
Anxiously, Honey glanced back and forth between the two heavyweights. George stared up at her through narrow eyes. “You’re lucky I don’t throw cuffs on you right here,” he said.
Felicia rolled her eyes. “Kinky. Got probable cause?”
“You’re a thief who gets on her knees for a murderer.” He side-eyed Honey. “You both are.”
“I don’t really like your accusations, Georgie,” Felicia snarked. “‘Specially the criminal kind. Got proof?”
George’s jaw clenched. His eyes were black with rage.
“Didn’t think so,” Felicia answered, then turned to Honey. “How ‘bout we get outta here? I’m sure Georgie here can settle our tab.”
The man suddenly came to a stand, his full height bringing him to eye level with her. “You disrespectful little smartass.” He leaned in close, pouring venom into her ear. “You’re trash. Standing behind a man who pushed his wife off the Brooklyn Bridge. She was going to leave him! And he killed her for it.” 
Wild-eyed, George turned to face Honey. “Y’know what she looked like when they pulled her body from the river?” His eyes welled with tears as he ground his teeth together. “Y’know what she looked like when I had to identify her? I couldn’t do it! The fall crushed every bone in her face!”
“That’s enough,” Felicia declared with a cold tone. “We’re leaving.” 
She took Honey by the shoulder, guiding her from the bar. She could feel the tears running down her cheeks once they stepped out into the frosty air.
“You’re protecting a monster!” George shouted after them, his voice, heart, and soul obliterated. 
Honey was quiet in the back of the car as they sped home. 
“Was he telling the truth?” Honey asked with a mouse-like whimper, unsure if she wanted the answer. Unsure if she wanted Felicia to lie.
The woman’s gaze darted over, appearing shocked even behind the giant, black lenses of her Givenchy sunglasses. “Are you kiddin’ me?” Felicia snapped with indignation. “Of course not!” The woman sounded offended at the accusation.
Honey stared at her in silence, trying to decide which version of the truth she wanted to believe.
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Twenty-three days after Peter, Honey sat across from Miles at a bistro table in front of a streetside cafe. To her right sat Bella—wearing a princess dress. Delightful as she sketched out a cat on a piece of paper. Black crayon was smeared everywhere. Miles leaned over, giving her pointers on her cat drawing, showing her his sketch of a spider.
Honey wanted to say something. She really did. But couldn’t find the words. 
She couldn’t speak. 
Her eyes filled with terror as she recognized the tall figure stalking towards the table, wielding a shotgun in his hands. 
She couldn’t scream. 
John walked up to the table, pointed the shotgun at Miles’ chest, and fired.
When she awoke, she was screaming. Her chest landed hard against a warm, firm body. Her mouth was open and dry, and her eyes were clouded with nightfall, and her throat was raw, her skin sweaty, and her face was wet with tears. 
“It’s okay! You’re okay! You’re okay. It was a dream. I gotcha.”
She shuddered with relief, her heart still racing with terror. She gasped in short breaths, grounded only by the warmth on her chest, the sturdy oak branches around her body, and the soothing hum of Peter Parker’s voice.
“Shh, s’okay,” he cooed at her.
Honey buried her face in Peter’s neck, full-body sobs overtaking her. She squeezed his shoulders tight, digging her fingers into the fibers of his shirt. The scent of cinnamon and cedar filled her nostrils. Like some magic spell had been cast, she felt her muscles melt, cradled in the warmth of his hold.
“It’s okay,” Peter whispered, rocking her gently. “You’re safe. You’re okay.”
Another cry ripped through her chest at the idea. “M’not,” she stuttered over hiccups. “I’m not okay. Nothing is okay...”
She felt his fingers glide down her spine, smoothing down the tank top on her back. He softly replied, his breath tickling her ear, “It was just a bad dream—”
She was incoherent, crumpling in a pile of broken ‘no’s’ and ‘I can’ts’ and ‘I’m sorrys’ and ‘it's my faults.’ He chased away the shadows, his fingertips alternating between rubbing her back and running through her hair.
“‘S’not your fault, Honey,” Peter murmured, resolve in his voice. “None of this is your fault...”
Trembling with tears, she pulled away slowly. Hesitantly, Peter released his grip, handling her like an origami flower left out in the rain. 
The scruff of his beard had grown back in, and he wore a black pullover sweater that made him appear soft and gentle in a way she was unused to. She looked up at the golden-flecked, whiskey hue of his concerned gaze. Her own eyes were bloodshot and bleary. Her heart swelled and ached at the sight of him. Distressed, his eyes flitted over her face.
The spell wore off. As soon as Honey’s body heat left Peter’s hold, they both mourned the loss. He dropped his gaze to the comforter, his cheeks flushed disconcertedly. 
“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, pulling his fingers away from her. “M’sorry, I-I wasn’t tryin’ to—I wasn’t watching you or anything.” 
His eyes darted around, hands fretting. “Of course not,” he muttered under his breath. “Who says that? Th-That’s stupid.”
He looked back at her earnestly, “I-I didn’t want—didn’t mean to intrude, I didn’t... I-I know ‘m’not supposed to be here. I just... I came by for some stuff, and... And I-I heard you scream, and I... I thought— Uh... I, um... I’ll-I’ll leave you alone now.”
Tears spilled in rivers down her cheeks. “Why are you protecting me, Peter?” she whimpered. “Can’t you see I’m not worth saving?”
He paused, eyes going wide.
“You can’t love me,” she wept. “You don’t know who I am. You don’t know what I’ve done.” She shook her head, racked with grief. “I keep trying to protect everyone, but-but I can’t—I... I’m killing them. I’m gonna get them killed.”
“What are you talking about?” Peter whispered. He squeezed his hands together, fighting the urge to cradle her face in them.
“‘M’not a good person, Peter. And I keep waiting for you to throw me away.”
He was dumbstruck into silence, shaking his head. Brows pinched together in horror.
“Don’t say anything,” she sniffed. “Please... don’t say anything. Just... just please. I need you to hold me.” He gazed at her blankly, as she closed the gap between them, pulling him into a kiss. 
Both of her arms circled his shoulders. She nudged her chest up against his. She pried open his mouth with her lips, slipping her tongue through. His breath hitched at the taste of her, his hands outstretched safely away from her body. 
She pulled her lips away with a heated smack, “Please, Peter. Please just touch me.” When she leaned in to kiss him, she felt the expanse of his broad hands on her lower back. He scooped her into his embrace, letting himself sink beneath the depths of her kiss. 
He could feel her heart beating up against his own, both of them like rabbits darting through prairie brush. She paused only briefly for air, resting her forehead against his before dragging her wet touch across his tongue. 
He could feel her everywhere. In every artery. In every cell. Drifting within his lungs. Swimming through his brain until he was dizzy. Whenever he felt himself floating, faint with desire, she snatched him tighter. Crushing their bodies against one another.
She emerged from the shell of her bedding, crawling into his lap. Threw her leg over him, pressing her heat against his belly. The sensation drew a gasp from his lips, and he seized her hips gently. He held them steady in place.
“Stop,” he breathed. He felt her go still. He squeezed his eyes closed, pulling his lips away. “We can’t.”
His words twisted a knife in her belly, her soul bleeding out. 
“I can’t,” he muttered apologetically.
She found his eyes, hers full of dismay. A punishment for her cruelty. She was afraid to ask. “Why not?”
His eyes glistened in the city lights outside of her window. He stared at her, the corners of his mouth downturned. “Because if you push me away, it’ll break me, Honey.” He swallowed heavily. “And I don’t have anything left to break.”
She squeezed her eyes closed, tears breaking through her lids. She lowered her head, grieving the innocence of when they’d first met. She’d give anything to go back to that moment. 
“Stay with me,” she whispered urgently. She met his eyes again. “Just stay here,” she said, softly begging. “Please. Just hold me.”
She nudged the tip of her nose against his. He gazed up at her with somber adoration and mourning, eyes achingly tender. 
“Just for tonight,” she pleaded. She wore a desperate expression, like she would perish if he let her go.
It hurt to look at her. It hurt to touch her, almost as much as it hurt not to touch her. Pain was a mutual friend. 
Tears shimmering at his eyelids, he nodded softly. 
Wordlessly, she gripped him tighter. As if she could physically hold on to the tiny bit of relief. She wanted to hold on for as long as she could.
They hung on to each other, curled up together beneath the darkness. She rested her cheek on his shoulder, her hand resting above his heart. Fingers outstretched, she studied the slow rise and fall of his chest. He buried his fingers in her hair, rubbing tiny circles on the nape of her neck. The sound of their hearts beating in sync soothed him, like rain pattering on a rooftop. 
Just for tonight. They slept in peace.
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Her limbs felt heavy, but she was warm. She snuggled against a firm body toasting her like a furnace, as tendrils of daylight pulled her from slumber. Her eyes blinked open. Curiously, she lifted her head.
Peter dozed softly with her body nestled against his side. Her eyes softened as she gazed at the way the light danced across his freckles. She studied his image, memorizing each aspect of the moment. His hair was puffy and wild. She observed flecks of amber and gray in his chestnut beard. His lips were chapped with a plump cherry pout. And while she was mapping the lines of his face, she realized that this was the first morning she’d ever woken up next to him.
Like he could hear her thinking, his hand twitched, tightening his grip on her lower back as he stirred awake. Coffee eyes wandered quickly and found hers, lighting up with warmth. A sleepy, half-smile stretched across his features.
“You’re here,” she said dreamily, returning the smile.
“I am.” His voice was thickened by deep sleep. He watched her with fondness for several moments, before adding worriedly, “Did you not want me to be?”
Her smile dimmed for just a moment. She shook her head. “It’s nice.”
It was the truth. They gazed at each other, silent and starry-eyed and lost in a pleasant peace. He brought his hand up slowly to brush a piece of hair from her face. Her skin hummed at the brush of his fingertips. A shadow darkened her eyes. “I saw George Stacy yesterday.”
She felt his muscles tighten faintly, and his eyes fluttered shut. When he opened them, he drew a measured breath. Concern dimmed his gaze. “What’d he say?”
She pursed her lips. “He told me that you pushed Gwen off a bridge.”
A sharp pain flickered on his face like the sting of a wasp. A cold shadow fell across him, like the dark side of the Moon. “You believed him.” It wasn’t much of a question.
“I don’t want to hear it from him,” she said gently. “I want to hear it from you.”
His vision drifted. Melancholy and grief swallowed him, pulling him under a dark tide of painful memories. She felt his hands release her as he shifted to a sitting position. Her heart ached at the loss of his hold, and she hopelessly tried to seek comfort by wrapping her arms around herself.
“Gwen and I—we met in high school.” The hoarse creak of his voice startled her. He sat with slumped shoulders, leaning over a bent knee. “She was the only one that knew me, before my aunt and uncle died. She stuck with me after. Even when she saw what I was becoming.”
Bitterness accentuated his tone. Delicately, Honey sat up in her sheets, leaning enough to be able to see his gloomy profile. “She tried to save me,” he said. “But what happened, happened. I told her what I had to do. And that I am what I am. She couldn’t stop me, and I told her not to try.”
He swallowed hard. “I pushed her away, tried to break it off. But that just pissed her off more. Made her double-down. She was so damn stubborn. So she tried to help me.”
A pang contorted his features for a moment. She saw a faint tremor in his lower lip. He bit down on the flesh to still its movements. 
“Her dad, though,” he continued. “He was a cop. He already hated me, even before I was a criminal. It was only a matter of time before he found out who I really was.” He sniffed, lifting his chin with a rueful look. “I knew he’d protect her, but he could only do so much. Eventually he was going to find us out, and if he wanted to protect her, he was going to have to pit her against me.”
The last part of his sentence cut through him like a razor. He paused for a moment, wetting his lips. Shoving his voice out of his pained chest. “So when she turned 18, she asked me to marry her.” 
The sharp lines in her forehead faded at the revelation.
“She said if we were married,” he said, haunted by grief, “she couldn’t be forced to testify against me.” He gulped again, and by the look on his face he was swallowing rusty nails. “I didn’t care that it was part of a plan. It was the happiest I’d ever been since... even since before, I think.” 
He went quiet for a while, before adding grimly, “I tore her family apart. He never forgave me for that.” A dark bitterness contorted his features, the familiar echo of self-loathing returning to his voice. “And I looked that man in the eye and swore that I would protect his daughter. But I failed.” 
His eyes fell closed, and for a moment she thought his memories were tattooed on the insides of his lids. 
“She fell,” he ground out, tears welling up. The dam was in danger of breaking. “I tried to catch her in time.” The breath sucked out of his lungs. “It was a matter of inches. Milliseconds. But it wasn’t enough.”
He slowly turned to face her, eyes shimmering with tears. “You asked me who was responsible for her death. I didn’t push her. But I’m the reason she was up there to begin with.” A pained flicker of a smile ghosted across his lips—a cruel impersonation of acceptance, of resignation of his guilt. “She died because of me,” he declared. “I let the woman I love die. I can’t let that happen twice.”
Eyes misty and red, he let the statement rest, as if dictating words he wanted written on his tombstone. 
With a heavy heart, she replied, “But I’m right here, Peter. I’m not dead. Why wouldn’t you tell me the truth? Not just about Gwen, but Bella, too? Why would you make me think you knew where she was?”
Peter looked away, gazing down at his hands, pinching his lips closed. A false light returned to his tone. “My uncle used to say that one of the two keys to success was never telling everything you know.”
He didn’t follow up with anything after that. Her face slumped in disappointment.
“Bella means the world to you,” Peter explained, meeting her eyes again. “And I’d never put her life in the hands of just anyone.” He swallowed painfully. “Not even myself. I can’t be responsible for destroying someone else I love. I won’t.”
“Destroying me—you-you really thought the solution was pushing me away?” She sounded frustrated and betrayed. “That didn’t work with Gwen. Why did you think it would work with me—?
“Because I’m afraid I already have,” Peter affirmed. She fell silent as he gazed at her mournfully. “I know what rage does to people. I know what it looks like. That night, when we were fighting—I saw it in your eyes. Saw it when you looked at me. Hatred is... it’s a flesh-eating parasite. Never satisfied.” He gazed at her, eyes grim. “That’s all me, Honey. I did that to you.”
She sighed as regret seized her lungs. “Peter,” she pleaded, “let’s go back to the mountains.” His brow furrowed with confusion, as she explained more urgently. “Let’s go away. With Miles, and-and Felicia, and Bella, and everyone, and just—just hide?”
He shook his head. “What do you mean?”
“I’m scared, Peter. I’m scared that something awful is going to happen.” She felt the thick serpent crawl up from her belly again. “I’m-I—I don’t feel safe here anymore. Between the bomb, and... then George Stacy walked right up to me in broad daylight. What if that had been someone else?” His gazed at her worriedly, and she implored, “I’m... I’m afraid someone’s watching us. Watching me.”
She swallowed hard to keep the bile from spilling out of her mouth. Her skin felt clammy. Reptilian. Lying to Peter now made her physically ill.
“You’re gonna be okay, Honey,” he replied with gentle affirmation. “You and Miles, your family—I’m gonna protect you. You don’t need to worry.”
“Please, stop telling me that,” she declared firmly. “We both know it’s not true.”
He studied her silently with a frown, eyes flitting over her face. “I’m not good with flashing lights and loud noises.”
She blinked at him, brows pinched.
He met her eyes, as if continuing a confession, “Too much stimulation has always been an issue with me. Sorf of a-a weakness, I guess.”
“What does that—?” 
“The cops could tear this place apart, but they wouldn’t find anything. It’s not here. It’s in a place underground. We call it The Bunker. It’s in an abandoned subway station that nobody knows about. Roosevelt. That’s our fallback position, a strategic planning base. Weapons, cash, files on every corrupt bastard in this city. It’s all there.”
Her brain was spinning with confusion.
“Inside a bank in Queens off of Woodhaven,” he added, casual and matter-of-fact in a way that made her feel unsettled. “There’s a safe registered under the name Ezekiel Sims. Inside, there’s $63 million in cash. Unmarked bills. Untraceable, clean money. It’s my cut. Nearly fifteen years’ pension for my sins. But it’s not for me. It’s for Miles and his family. The combination to the safe is his birthdate.”
“Why are you telling me this?” she blurted, overwhelmed.
Peter stared at her, eyes soft. “Because I’m done hiding. I’m through with hiding who I am. Especially from you.” Her brows furrowed as he explained, “If you wanted to turn me in, to drain me dry, take Bella and run—you have everything you need to know. As long as you and Miles are safe. Felicia. Johnny. Everyone left alive that matters to me—all I care about is that they’re safe.” 
He swallowed hard, gazing at her solemnly. “Nobody can hurt me, Honey. No one but you. If that’s what you want.”
She felt the sting of tears brimming her eyes, her heart sinking in her chest. In under a minute, he’d given her the key to her freedom, to everything she could have ever wanted. It was also the key to his destruction. The nail in his coffin. Diametrically opposed to what she could ever want. 
Why her? 
That’s the only thing she could think about. It was a record running on repeat, slowly driving her insane. Why trust her? Why choose her? Why risk his life and legacy for her? 
Not just material things—but his family was on the line. Secrets had already been divulged. Blood had already been spilled. Why would he love her when the weight of her betrayal made her want to die?
She cast her eyes downward, unable to meet his gaze. In her mind, she wanted to scream at him to run away. She wanted to scream at him for being so blind. For foolishly choosing her, when he could have anything else. Or anyone.
“Were you with someone?” she asked, as timid and quiet as a mouse.
His eyebrows pinched together. “With someone?”
“Someone else,” she replied, a little clearer. Again, she was conflicted at whether or not she wanted the answer. “Another woman. Or man.” He was silent as she stared down at the black polish decorating her nails. “You were gone for days,” she said, idly. “I mean, n-not that I expected you to just... y’know.” She took a deep breath. “It’s okay, if you did.” 
When she looked up at him, Peter was staring back at her like she had grown an extra head. “Are you asking me if I’ve had sex with anyone since I left?”
Her eyes went wide, embarrassed by the bluntness of his question. “I mean, I’m not—” She stuttered, struggling. “No, I mean, I am. I just—”
She cleared her throat. It was like wet cement surrounded her vocal cords. “I get it,” she stated, her eyes darting from his face, to his chest, to the blanket, to the wall, and back around again. “You’ve got—your-your face is, it’s nice.” She was flailing. “And your rest of you, is, um, is—”
A heat wave traveled up her neck, making her feel faint. Her breaths were coming out short. “It’s okay,” she explained apologetically. “If you did. It makes sense. I just… you can tell me.” She met his eyes, trying to steal herself. “Please. If... if you don’t mind.”
Peter stared at her for a long time. He was quiet. Contemplative. He could have grown moss. Just when she was about to pass out from the anticipation, he shifted in his seat. His umber eyes fixed on her. “Honey. Since I met you, I haven’t looked at anyone else.”
She pressed her lips together, chewing on the inside flesh. His words were like a glowing, hot blade, slicing her open. Tears rimmed her saddened gaze. Her voice came out as a whimper. 
“You don’t have to lie.”
His brows furrowed. A dreary expression leveled him. He turned his shoulders towards her. 
“There’s not anybody else,” he softly declared. It felt like a whisper that only she could hear. “There’s not another woman. Or a man.” 
His hand came up, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Not another sunrise or sunset, no fancy car, no drug trip...” 
The warmth of his lungs ghosted over her face like a warm mist. “No cute puppy, no breathtaking waterfall, no flower, or beach or mountain—not a single moment of joy on this Earth—that compares to how you make me feel.”
Her muscles seized, eyes wide. Tears brimmed that she was unaware she could even feel. Added to that, was the rough touch of his thumb brushing at the edge of her mouth. He stared down at her lips like he could read lines of poetry written on them.
“I was in the dark,” he murmured. “After Gwen, I was asleep. Thought I was already dead. Until I saw you. Thought it was a crush. But then... I met you.” His warm gaze heated into a small smile, thawing out his features. “I watched you sing and dance and make food, and play games with Miles, and talk about animal facts, and tell stories to Rex, and apologize to the house plants when they didn’t get watered.” 
He chuckled softly, like a candle flickering on a winter night. “I listened to you talk about everything like it was—like it was a gift. Like no matter how dark it was, there was gonna be a sunrise. Like you could already see it.” 
She met his gaze as her eyes welled up. No one had ever looked at her like that.
“Bringing down Fisk was always endgame for me,” he murmured. “Didn’t ever see past it. Figured I didn’t need to.” Timidly, he leaned closer, as if sharing his biggest secret. “When you touch me, it’s like I can feel the sunrise. Like I can reach out and touch the future.”
A tear trailed down her face before he wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. Her lip wobbled and she felt as if he was holding her upright. Like her life had been a perilous journey and she’d finally found rest.
“You once told me that you had all the power,” he said with a coy smirk. Embarrassment kissed her features, before he soothed it away with his hands. “That’s not the half of it,” he said. “You’re my tomorrow. You have the rest of my life in your hands.”
They gazed at each other, eyes shimmering, hearts swelling with emotions they couldn’t begin to describe. 
“How could I look at anyone else?” Peter said with a profound wonder. “You’re the first and last thing I wanna see every day. There is no tomorrow for me if you’re not in it.”
His hands were holding onto the sides of her face, but inside, she was buckling. Her walls crumbled. She searched his eyes through her own blurry tears. Desperately looking for a catch. Seeking a reason not to believe him. 
But she was right about another thing—she knew what it sounded like when he lied to her. And in every cell of her body, she knew that this was not it.
“Peter,” she breathed, with a wary tremor in her heart. It was like she was standing on shaky legs at the edge of the Earth, ready to dive into its core. “I think—” Her voice shook timidly, until she willed it to be steady. “I… I think... I’m in love with you.”
His eyes glowed, momentarily weakened by a fleeting helplessness. He closed them for a moment, as if to steady himself. “No,” he softly replied. Opened his eyes to stare at her like she was the answer to everything in the universe. “You’re not.” A gentle smile played upon his lips. “Not yet.” 
Her insides melted for him. She wanted to fall into him and be consumed by the blaze.
“It’s okay, though,” he whispered with a subtle, teasing grin. “I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it happen. To be worthy of it.”
The cheekiness of his smile triggered an even wider one from her. She breathed out a small laugh, tears falling. He gazed down with eyes that spoke louder than his words. It left no doubt in her mind.
Peter Parker loved her.
It hurt to look at. 
Her smile dimmed. “Peter.” She swallowed hard, mustering the strength to crawl across a mile of flaming coals. “I... I have to tell you something.” His light never flickered. He gazed at her, half-entranced, half-heartedly listening. “I’m... I’m not the person you—”
A phone buzzed.
Her heart seized in her chest. A full stop. It felt like the touch of death.
Peter flinched nervously, snapped out of the spell. He dropped his hands to his pockets, digging the buzzing device from his slacks. 
She sealed her eyes closed, withholding a silent scream.
Peter gazed down at the screen with a frustrated sigh, looking up at her apologetically, and put the device to his ear. “What is it,” he answered, quietly seething. As he listened to the muddled voice on the other end, Honey was dizzy with conflicting emotions. She wanted to curl up and die. 
“What do you mean he’s here? We’re supposed to meet in Brooklyn.”
That was the last straw. She needed to say it. She needed to come clean. She needed to tell Peter the truth about everything. To bare her soul and confess her sins the way he had. The only problem was that her heart was stuttering in her chest, shaking her stomach so much that she was going to vomit on her bedspread.
“Fuck,” she idly heard him mumble. “Alright. Let ‘em in. Make ‘em wait. I’ll be down in a minute.”
She was drowning in sorrow as he ended the call. Oblivious to her distress, he shoved his phone back in the pocket of his jeans. He looked back at her, disappointment twisting his face. He read the look on her face as frustration at the interruption.
“I’m... I’m sorry,” he winced. “I...” His eyes darted to her door. “I... I have to—”
He didn’t need to say it. Duty called. Her opportunity to resolve herself was slipping away. Maybe it never even existed.
He cupped her face with his hands, gazing at her tenderly. “You get cleaned up, okay? And I’m yours the rest of the day. We’ll go anywhere you want. Just gotta take care of this one thing. It’ll take me less than an hour.”
Less than an hour. 
She had less than an hour until her world crumbled. Until she revealed to the one person that ever really loved her that he was wrong about her. She was never worthy of his love.
“I promise,” he repeated with soothing tones and gentle touches. He leaned in slowly, as if requesting permission, and pressed a delicate kiss to her forehead.
She responded with something that sounded vaguely like words. He removed his hands. His touch. His warmth. Finally, he removed himself from her presence. 
Dread filled her, along with a cold fear that she’d never see it again.
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She followed instructions with an empty brain. A hollow heart.
When she emerged from her room, she was clean. Her stomach was empty of its contents. The color had faded from her skin. She was an apparition, walking aimlessly among the living in the waking world.
Rex. She went down the stairs to check on Rex. Maybe he needed his terrarium cleaned. Maybe she could clean it. Maybe she could scrub the whole penthouse with a toothbrush while she waited for the sensation to come back to her fingers and toes. 
Her feet guided her closer to Rex’s tank, and she stopped suddenly. Aware that someone was blocking her path. A tall, beefy figure leaned down over the terrarium.
They turned to face her. 
Her eyes went wide. 
Her heart jumped.
Her breath seized.
John Walker fixed her with a pleasant smile—cheeks rosy, shark-blue eyes twinkling with amusement.
“So, this is what you’ve been hiding away, eh?” he grinned snarkily.
The world was spinning. The earth was shaking. She thought the whole building would come down on top of her.
“I don’t think we’ve had the chance to meet,” John said.
Her brows furrowed. She was frozen stiff, barely registering Peter as he walked up into her view. Stood shoulder-to-shoulder with John.
“No, I, uh... I was saving it for a special occasion,” Peter replied. He glanced over at John with a fond expression, then faced her. 
A rat caught in a trap.
A snake stretched between the fangs of two wolves.
Torn apart.
“This is, uh, an associate of mine,” Peter told her. “A friend, really. I'd like you to meet Steve Rogers.”
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To be continued...
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a/n Thank you everyone for your patience and support! Things are going to heat up and move very fast. I appreciate your positive feedback.
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wikiangela · 2 years ago
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okay, I watched the winchesters 1x01
here's some random and chaotic thoughts and comments I had while watching
spoilers ahead! (kinda long post sns haha)
before I start - I will try to keep an open mind even though I'm kinda meh on the whole premise of the prequel (I still think there's so many more cool concepts that could have been done about the spn universe instead of getting the winchester family again but whatever lol) and I only ever saw the actress playing Mary in Disney's zombies and even her Disney Channel acting wasn't that great so I'm not looking forward to seeing her.....
but again, keeping an open mind (I'll try lol)
here we go:
first time seeing John and I already know it's gonna take me a while to see anyone but JDM or Matt as John 😂😂 like, I guess I can kinda see it, but I need to get used to it haha
hearing Dean again - I'm immediately even more excited haha it's so weird, because I heard and saw Jensen in other things etc but this is Dean and it's so different
"story might sound familiar but I'm gonna put the pieces together in a way that just might surprise you" please do, the thing I was worried the most was it not fitting canon but also being the same story we already know haha
such a cheesy meet cute 😂 classic tho 💁🏻‍♀️😂
yeah, I can learn to see him as John, but I just do not like the actress that plays Mary sns
random thought: will we see Dean convincing John to buy the Impala?? because we kinda have to right? 😂 (I just googled it, he did it in 1973, the show starts in 72 - there's time but eventually I need this to happen pls 😂😂)
loved the fight scene, John accidentally hitting Mary was so funny 😂 and the exorcism!!! we haven't seen that since like the first few seasons of spn! love that!
(I'm curious as to who gave him the letter 👀👀👀)
so John just knows about demons now......... idk how I feel about that, I think I'm too hung up on canon where he didn't know until after Mary died 😂😂 i hope they explain it well later on 😂
it feels kinda weird how quickly they share sensitive information with each other tbh 😂 like, I get it under the circumstances, but still, they're basically strangers 😂 Mary is just casually explaining every single thing to this boy she just met, and he's just minimally freaked out 😂 I'm kinda loving it, it's funny 😂
oooh, is this a men of letters bunker?? so John already finds out about it... that's interesting
okay, I kinda like John 😂😂 It didn't take me that long to get used to this actor as John either, I'm only 15 minutes in and he's okay 💁🏻‍♀️
Mary is still not it - and the thing is, I think if it was anyone else, I'd love her, she's the type of characters I usually enjoy - but I just do not like this actress 😩
Latika is so cute tho omg 😍😍😍 and after one scene I already love her character too 😂 so I guess I know who my crush in this show is 😂😂😂 there's always someone 😂😂
I really like the war flashbacks, and just seeing what John is struggling with
the conversations while driving - it's the supernatural kind of scene and I love it 😂😂
"nothing more hydrating than holy water" why was Carlos' whole entrance so fucking cringe 😂😂 in a funny way tho so it's good 😂😂 but the sandwich recipe bit was a bit much 🙄😂 (loving his outfit tho 😍)
also, I looked it up just to make sure I wasn't misremembering or making it up, and apparently John and Mary couldn't stand each other and cupid had to get them together - and I hope we'll see that because so far they've been pretty friendly lol what's with the looks?? you're not supposed to like each other yet!! - again, I am way too hung up on canon but it is supposedly a prequel lol
oh, so Carlos is a walking stereotype, got it 😑 at least we have a bi character so at least we got some representation and diversity?🤷🏻‍♀️
I absolutely adore the way Latika speaks - just her voice and accent and cadence, it's so cute 😍 I just wanna listen to her forever 😂
"she's a lot meaner when you get to know her" well I hope so 😂 but also, I might be biased bc, like I mentioned, I saw this actress for the first time in zombies, but she has such a sweet disney energy, I just can't see her as Mary sns 😂😂
God, please, can Latika talk all the time, because seriously, I am in love with her voice and the way she speaks 😍 and she's so pretty 😍 I'm not even done with the first episode and I already fell in love with another fictional character 😂😂😂 what is wrong with me
oh so we're already finding out about Maggie, okay - and Mary wants out! I mean, we all knew that, but it's still interesting to see - and I loved that conversation tbh (also, "my mom and dad put a knife in my hand before I was able to carry one. I didn't sign up for any of this" 👀 so familiar lol)
they seem to know quite a lot about different kinds of creatures without having to consult any books huh
the pacing is kinda weird, on one hand everything's happening very fucking quickly, but then it also feels longish idk 😂
"saving people, hunting things" I almost teared up lol and added out loud: the family business 😂😂
I really like John's actor (don't know names yet sns) he's good - and cute too 👀 -😂😂 we all know what John is going to be later on, but I'm enjoying his character atm 💁🏻‍♀️
loving the premise, the big bad seems interesting, I think I'm genuinely invested 😂
oh wow I almost forgot Dean's narrating 😂😂
DEAN!!! MY LOVE 😍❤️❤️ and Baby!!! "I'll keep picking the music" I genuinely teared up 😭❤️ I miss him so much, I think I need to finally rewatch supernatural (maybe once this season ends lol)
not the last scene being the most exciting thing in the episode 😂 I fucking squealed when I saw Dean and Baby 😂😂😂
so, overall thoughts:
I liked it 😂 like, I genuinely enjoyed it
the vibe was great, it felt different than spn but also familiar, and I liked that
there was a loooot of cheesiness, some lines were were so cringe, but in a good way, and I enjoyed them (at least most lol)
I like the characters - John was great, it took less time than I expected to get used to him as John, and I like him right now - I'm still confused about him knowing about hunting already and clearly liking Mary already but we'll see how they approach this haha
I LOVE Latika as I already mentioned, and I just want to see much more of her, she seems awesome 😍😂
Carlos was kinda whatever for now, everything he said was a bit too over the top and cringe, and he's kinda a stereotype, but he seems fun, and I want to get to know him more before I judge haha
when it comes to Mary... her personality is great and I normally would like her, she's my type of character - but, and I'm gonna repeat this once again: I do not like Mary's actress, she's just not it, maybe it's gonna take me a while to get used to her, for now I just don't see it, I hope she'll grow on me
but even tho Mary's actress is not great, they won me over with Latika, whoever plays her (gotta look her up) is the star for me and I will keep watching for sure 😂😂
and again, I'm hung up on canon, and I can't help but compare the story of John and Mary we saw with this - obviously it's different - or just more - as Dean said at the beginning, but I just hope the major things won't change, because while I can still enjoy it either way, I can get nitpicky lol
so, it wasn't amazing, but I enjoyed it and had fun watching it, and I'm gonna keep watching (if only for Latika lol)
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akane171 · 2 years ago
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😂👍🏻
Hmm, maybe, I still think the Tumblr Secretary is just annoyed she has to work more🙈😉
Lol, that's so mini🤣🤣
Ah well...😅 Sucks to have your window?😉😂
...why would you frighten all those poor animals in the forest like that??😅😰
Yeah, they are messy😂 And again, no murdered kangaroos!😖
Ohhh, pancakes🤤🤤🤤 That's just as great!😍 Haha, Yess, Karamellllll💃🏻💃🏻
😂😂🤷🏻‍♀️
Haha, okay, well, I get your frustration tho😅🙈 
Pretty sure anyone who has ever even slightly informed themselves about psychology/mental health/dealing with emotions knows putting it in boxes is not a recommended method😅🙈 But yes, from what I've seen and heard the writers really messed up any redemption she could have had 🙈🙈
All's good, sometimes we just need to rant😉😁🤷🏻‍♀️
Yeah... It's just really messed up what became of the show😰😖
Oh god, Lilian and Rhea competing? Ring the alarms, we need to get the poor students, teachers and janitors outta there so they won't be stuck in the crossfire😰😅🙈 But looool, imagine the embarassment Mon must perpetually feel about that🙈😅 (Ya know, "Meeting the parents" would be a very interesting scene in this AU since Rhea being on the comittee probably means she has at least seen Kara before?🤔 Ohhh, is Alura on the comittee, too? Those three together might seriously be hell on Earth 😅)
...Point taken, that WOULD be something one would rather never think of about their sibling...😅🙈🤢🤮
Haha, okay, I'll try, but no promises cause I'm really bad at NOT apologizing for all kinds of stuff😅🙈
PS: Ohh, congraaaatss💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻😁😊
😂😂 Thanks! You too!😊 
XXX
Or work LESS.
WORKS FOR ME. LESS NEIGHBOURS THE BETTER.
Har har ==' on the other hand i have a nice view of birds sitting on the balcony and doing their... birdy things.
Why not? They can barkin the middle of the night, so I can do it too. It's called EQUALITY, OK?
Sure, sure.
Is there anything better than karamel and pancakes, seriously. Not only she cooked for him (did she ever cook for anyone else?), he has learnt how to cook for her and it was the sweetest thing ever.
i don't get it, friend, I don't get it, how they had in their hands one of the best and most amazing on screen chemistry and they just fucked it up for nothing. UGH
Thye just kept licking her ass and ignoring all the toxic things she had done, because let's be true, if they had wanted to redempted her in a real way, they would have to put her in jail, kill as a hero on spent 90% of the season on fixing her. They have spent so much time on her ass and still managed to create more problems. Spelndid, splendid job :/
Not sure how to put the Unholy Trinity of mothers to the fic, but damn, putting Lillian, Rhea and Alura into some crazy story sounds like something I could write.
But answering your question, yeah, Rhea would know Kara. Not sure if she would like her or not. On the other hand, a story when Kara and Rhea absolutely adore each other and Mon-El is annoyed beyond imagination sounds good xD Add to this Mon and Alura being besties xD
*EVIL LAUGH*
YAY?
PS Thanks, I'm so happy TT
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dreamwritesimagines · 3 years ago
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ok so here goes chapter 1. buckle up people. also there might (there will be) some swearing because it’s late and it punctuates my thoughts. sorry in advance.
first of all, skittles might just be the cutest nickname ever. it’s absolutely adorable, and the story behind it is just as cute. billy russo is one big softie.
green as a choice of dress makes me automatically think about kiera knightley’s green dress in atonement and i’m in absolute awe.
how come people have the same reaction (aka being rude as fuck) when it comes to skittles’ past??? she spent longer as a rich kid than in the orphanage and people still treat her like she’s a fucking alley cat??? (looking at you jeremy. you deserved to have your hand slashed with a switch blade.)
the blood oath. that’s it. thank you for giving us soft billy as a kid. i love you so much.
now, i’m not a big fan of the fiancé, but at least people *ahem* mom *ahem* could have a little bit of respect for the fact that they are engaged and that ‘keeping your options open’ kinda goes against the concept of being engaged… just saying…
‘trash stays trash, even if you cover it with glitter’ sir, have you seen yourself in a mirror? back the fuck up and go home. you’re embarrassing yourself.
billy getting protective of skittles even when he’s literally robbing people at gunpoint is the most romantic thing i’ve read all week. fuck you bobby. rot in hell.
i love skittles so much. i will repeat this so many times. she’s the best. she’s witty, she’s funny, i wanna kiss her. ‘but you have a big gun. it’s not the size, huh?’ honey, you are being robbed at gun point and you still have the guts to make a duck size joke? an icon.
billy blaming skittles for being a drama queen then doing the same thing with the reveal. i love them, your honour. my two dumbasses, they own my heart.
i think we can all agree that killing for your significant other is >>>>>>> in terms of tropes. beautiful. a masterpiece.
big kisses, ima go read chapter 2
Oh my God loveee, I'm already squealing, I'm so excited! ❤❤❤
It made me think of Keira Knightley's dress too! That dress was gorgeous 😍❤
I think she deep down feels like she doesn't belong because of the way people treat her💔
Blood oath YES❤❤ They wanted to make sure they wouldn't be apart ❤
Billy is extremely protective of Skittles 😍😂
I think they share the same approach when it comes to people threatening them, Skittles grew up with Billy 😂❤
But the size joke was fun especially because she was ACTIVELY being held at gunpoint and still mocking him😂
I LOVE THIS DARLING! ❤❤❤
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pomegranatearildreams · 3 years ago
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HOLY HOTNESS I AM WEAK AND STRUGGLING TO BE AFTER READIND THIS DELICIOUS DIVINE FIC 🥵🔥🤤😍!!!
Okay I love this fic so incredibly much and where to begin on how to express my sheer amazement and awe at it 😍🤩!!!
Woooowww Will was so dominant I’m squealing and screaming 🤤🥵🔥 I have combusted 🥵💨
Goddamn, that smirk... he looks all set to chew you up just like his chewing gum. Traces your bottom lip with the tip of his thumb, demanding a response to his question. You gasp as his other hand grabs your ass, pulling you toward him more tightly.
Hips grinding harder against you to make sure you feel the full length of his dick.
“Might feel like you’ve died by the time I’m done wrecking this tight little pussy,” he taunts, as he suddenly reaches right into your panties to play with your dripping wet cunt.
“Now shut up and stay quiet. ‘Cause you’re gonna get a good hard public fuck you won’t ever forget.”
his other hand lifts up to anchor your head, softly cradling it to make sure you don’t fall over dead.
“Any second. Just watch you get off on me touching this hot little cunt.”
Radiating raw hunger and heat. “Taste how slutty you are for me. Isn’t that sweet?”
“Now suck,” he orders, pushing his fingers in deeper and harder. “Suck on that like it’s my cock.”
“Taste so good, babe,” Will mutters, his breath all the air that you crave.
“You ready to take this big dick, in that soaking wet cunt? Tell me, slut. Now is that what you want?”
These descriptions of him were so beautiful 🥲😍💘💓
You gush to him often about how you’ve never seen such gorgeous hands on a man; all at once strong and beautiful, pretty and powerful, structured and skilled and so savage it kills.
This man is pure magic. And his massive dick, throbbing like mad between his muscled thighs... Jesus Christ—it’s so hard and so thick... he has never felt so fucking big.
I very much appreciate this punny line 😂 ⬇️
savage cereal killer Will Miller is so fucking hot.
And I’m drooling at this line right here 🤤💘💓
You’re engaged to an actual sex god.
I also loved the way you wrote how reader is so weak and willing for him 🤤 #relate
Will smirks down at you trembling against him.
“Just shut up and take me.”
Loving the way you obey and embrace your position, to yield in submission, to please and to serve.
You can’t think about anything other than Will fucking you anymore. You are nothing but his filthy whore. Nothing else matters—nobody else in this store, nothing else in the world...
And woooww so incredibly hot their session up against the cereal aisle, I’m burning up from these descriptions 🥵🤤
All hard and rough, the way you love—he settles in between your thighs and thrusts so deep inside, splitting your pussy open wide, just drills and drives until you barely feel alive.
His body wrapped between your legs, you latch your arms tighter around his sturdy neck. Will is your anchor even as he rocks your world with this intense session of filthy public sex. The captain of your ship, the only thing keeping you steady as you sink into his lips; he feels like safe harbor, now even as he fucks you even harder, ravages you with the bucking of his hips and fucking wrecks.
I adored so much how you included the softness and immense love they have for each other 🥲💓 in addition to the hot and delicious smut 😋
“Good to know that I still give you butterflies, baby.”
This ship never sinks, for it’s built on the bond that you’ve forged through the storms that you’ve weathered. You’ll weather them over and over.
As you and Will both take a minute to breathe and recover, you hold him closer and feel so fucking blessed to be with such a big-hearted warrior... who also happens to be a big-dicked god of sex, and the most perfect lover.
Not now when his cock is still buried inside your cunt, filling you up to the brim with his cum. The feeling feels like fucking home. 
Oooo I adore both parts of Sex in Publix so very much 😍💘!!! Both so cute and delicious and have my heart fluttering away 🥰😍!!!
Will Miller: Sex in Publix
Part 1 | Part 2
A/N: Here’s Part 2 of you and savage cereal killer Will Miller indulging in hot public sex!! Recommend reading Part 1 first, for context.
Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, teasing, fingering and finger sucking, light choking, dom!Will, sex in public (obvs)
Word Count: ~2.1k
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… Continued from Part 1 [Read Here]
“So, um…” you bite your tongue, still not quite sure if you’re prepared for what’s to come, “…this is a first for us.”
Will smirks down at you trembling against him. “Mm-hmm. You nervous?”
Goddamn, that smirk… he looks all set to chew you up just like his chewing gum. Traces your bottom lip with the tip of his thumb, demanding a response to his question. You gasp as his other hand grabs your ass, pulling you toward him more tightly. “Should I be?”
“Maybe. Heart’s racing like crazy,” he states as if you hadn’t noticed already. “Good to know that I still give you butterflies, baby.”
“Just shut up and take me.”
His smirk widens, grip tightens. Hips grinding harder against you to make sure you feel the full length of his dick. “Hmm, you think this is gonna be quick?”
“Babe, it better be—”
“Why’s that?” he wickedly asks. “You scared of the fact that some stranger could come any minute and watch as I’m fucking you silly?”
“Ugh God, Will—you’re going to kill me…”
“Not really. Not literally, at least. D’you think I’m that much of a beast?”
Your subconscious can’t help but revisit the violent cereal aisle scene. “Well, I mean…”
Will knows just what you’re thinking and laughs it off brusquely. “Might feel like you’ve died by the time I’m done wrecking this tight little pussy,” he taunts, as he suddenly reaches right into your panties to play with your dripping wet cunt. “Fuck, you’re soaking already. So juicy.”
Before pressing his mouth to yours, Will turns quickly to spit out the gum in his mouth, shoots it onto the floor.
It takes a lot of self-restraint to keep yourself from just submitting like a whore. You have to tease him just a little more. “Littering? What happened to us being such model citizens?” you look down at the chewed piece of gum on the ground with a critical frown. “Real classy, William. You sure do know how to seduce me…”
“Babe, we both know I seduced you the day we first met,” he reminds you; it’s true. “Now shut up and stay quiet. ‘Cause you’re gonna get a good hard public fuck you won’t ever forget.”
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