#and why does it even fucking matter that much that I called him Peter??? HE LITERALLY ALWAYS CALLS MY HUMAN YB ADAM SANDLER

[scoliosisgoblin]

gyat damn it dude, I joking called my friend's drawing Peter (cause he had a round head) and bro said he was gonna play me a video going over the allegations of Fuboo and her fucked up husband????

[webslingingslasher]

what’s peters body count?🫣

boyfriend!frat!peter 🤭

‘what’s your body count?’

peter freezes, he’s not opposed to the previous partners talk when it comes to being safe and healthy. but the number thing… he doesn’t see how it’s useful.

‘don’t worry, i have all the clean screenings.’ he tries to swerve around the question, you won’t let him. ‘no, i get that. we’ve talked about it before. but, how many people have you hooked up with?’

peter knows the frat boy stereotype, he may have even played into it for a little while. but he doesn’t want you to see him like that, he doesn’t want you to think of him as a womanizer or pig.

‘um,’ he wants to say a different number than the one in his head, he wants to preserve what you think of him. ‘does it matter?’

you tap your fingertips over his ribcage, ‘i guess not. i’m just curious.’ peter’s tracing circles around your shoulder, ‘cool.’

you wait, it seems like he took your response as an opportunity to stay silent. something about his hesitance makes you feel icky.

‘not gonna share?’ peter thought your answer meant the conversation was over, apparently not. ‘is there a reason you’re asking?’

you pat his skin, giving him a second notice before sitting up. ‘not really, but now you’re being all coy, i want to know.’

‘yeah, but i’m your boyfriend now. it shouldn’t matter.’ your eyebrows furrow. ‘it doesn’t. but hiding it makes it matter.’

‘i’m not hiding anything.’ except he is.

‘you are. i want to know. right now.’ peter’s looking off to the side, you can see through his invisible wall, he’s embarrassed. ‘peter, i’m not gonna judge you or anything. i’m just curious.’

‘you are. you totally are and i don’t want you to see me as different. i was a different person before i met you, and who i was before shouldn’t matter now.’

you nibble on your bottom lip, ‘it’s either really low or really high based on what you’re giving me.’ peter’s silent, you’re thinking it’s on the higher side.

‘more than ten?’

more silence. ‘more than fifteen?’

you don't know how high to go. ‘twenty five?’

‘lower, but not by much.’

you stare at him. peter stares back. he’s expecting you to drop your face and turn away, call him a manwhore and spit in his face. he’s not expecting the sweeping grin that takes place.

‘is that why you’re so good in bed? hefty experience?’

‘i wouldn’t know, you’re the only one i ever put effort into.’

you bat your eyes at him, a pout takes over while you try to calm the urge of attacking him with kisses. insecurity flushes over you, ‘were they... were they all just one night stands?' there it is, that's what peter was waiting for.

your actual name is said, drawn out like you were playing a dangerous game. 'it's just that, i mean, am i enough for you?' peter feels his chest tighten, if he could, he'd take back every night he ever spent with a girl that wasn't you.

'why would you ask me that?' you feel hidden in peter's arms, they're around you and there's a kiss on your forehead. 'of course you're enough for me. you're more than enough, you always have been.'

'i don't think i can compete with that many girls and-'

'you're not. there is no competition, and there never was.' you shake your head, 'liar. you were still hooking up with other girls when we started hooking up.'

you're a little shocked by peter's rough hold, you're staring up at him with wide eyes when he talks down to you. 'is that what you think? have you always thought that?'

it's not what you think, it's what you know. 'you said-' peter cuts you off, 'i said bullshit. i talked to other girls, maybe flirted a little, but i never had sex with anyone else. trust me, i wouldn't fuck up like that.'

peter was right, there was no competition. because you won first and only place the second you stepped foot into his bedroom. 'wait, does that make me the competition? like, if we break up i'm the standard for you?'

'i mean... yeah, i kind of love you a whole lot.' this time, you don't hold back on your attack of kisses. 'i made you change your rules. i win.'

peter disagrees. 'no, i won.'

[blackbirdi]

One-Sided pt. II

If you haven't read the first part already, the link to part 1 is here

I'm so sorry this took so long, guys, I was struggling with ideas. Anyways, enjoy :)

Brief Description: Sirius begins to notice how suddenly you're around him a lot less than usual. What could he have done to make you want to avoid him at all costs? And why does your avoidance hurt him this much?

Point of View: 3rd Person

Word Count: 2181

Character: Sirius Black x Reader

House: Gryffindor

Year: Sixth Year

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since Sirius has talked to Y/n last, and it's driving him up the wall. The only other time where he doesn't talk to her for that long is during the summer, but at least they owl back and forth non-stop, and now suddenly he hasn't heard her sweet voice in two damn weeks.

And it's not as though he hasn't tried to talk to her. Hell, he's been going out of his way to run into her just to ask what was up with her, but every time she sees him, she runs away. And now she's changed the time of her daily activities (going to the library to read/study, walk in the courtyard, visit Hagrid, etc.) – not that he knew the times she was going by heart before she changed them – so now he can't even run into her then.

Two weeks. Two damn weeks. And he's not going any longer without her.

It was Saturday and the Marauders were all hanging out in their dormitory, and Sirius was itching to find Y/n and beg ask her to forgive him for whatever he must have done to have her ignore him like this.

"Remus," Sirius calls, breaking the silence.

"Hm?" Remus hums, not even bothering to look up from the book he was reading, which only caused Sirius to grow more frustrated.

He closes his eyes before he snaps at Remus, taking a deep breath to calm himself. The only thing that does is cause his eyes to well up with tears. 

Godric, what was up with him? Was Y/n really causing him to get this upset?

When he speaks next, his voice breaks, which causes all the other Marauders to lift their heads and look at Sirius with concern.

"Why won't Y/n talk to me?"

The other three Marauders share a few glances at one another before looking back at Sirius. The pity in their eyes as they look at him causes Sirius to grow frustrated once again.

His eyes, which were previously filled with tears, harden as he wipes them away. His lips pull back into a thin line as he glares down at his own hands.

"She keeps avoiding me! I haven't said anything to her in weeks!" he cries angrily. "And even when I do say something to her, she just ignores me and runs off! Did I do something to make her mad at me?"

"I'm sure you didn't do anything, Padfoot," James tries to comfort him. "Maybe Y/n just needs space for a while."

"Space from what?" Sirius snaps. "What did I do that would've wanted her to space herself from me? And only me! I haven't seen her ignoring you three, or anyone else for that matter! What did I do!?"

“Pads –” Remus starts, but is quickly interrupted.

“Why do you care so much anyway?” James asks. “It’s just Y/n.”

Sirius, Remus, and Peter all shoot James a glare, all three of them knowing that was not the right thing to ask.

“Yeah, Y/n, my friend,” Sirius sneers. “I care because Y/n is one of my closest friends and now suddenly she’s ignoring me! Do you have any idea how much that hurts? Because it does, a lot.”

“We know, Padfoot,” Peter replies, trying to make his voice sound comforting, although to Sirius it sounded more like pity. “I think James was trying to ask why you’re so … no quiet over dramatic about it … but more upset than you normally would be about something like this.”

“Yeah,” James agrees. “That’s exactly what I was trying to ask, thank you, Pete.”

Sirius glares at the both of them, his teeth gritting together as he tries to hold back from snapping at the two of them.

Why was he upset? Really? One of his best friends just straight up ditched him! Of course he was fucking upset!

“How do you twats not understand that I am upset my friend has fucking abandoned me!” Sirius snarls, his voice wavering as he tries to control his anger.

The others share another, worried glance, which drives Sirius even more insane.

Of course, Remus, James, and Peter quickly caught on that Y/n was avoiding Sirius, and were even quicker to catch on why. It wasn’t that hard to see that Y/n had finally had enough of her silly little crush on Sirius and was trying to stomp it out by avoiding him. And of course, Moony, Prongs, and Wormtail knew that avoiding Sirius at all costs wasn’t going to get rid of Y/n’s feelings for Sirius. And of course, Lupin, Potter, and Pettigrew knew that Sirius’s own feelings towards Y/n were developing beyond friendship.

“I can talk to her if you want me to,” Remus offers.

The usual stormy grey of Sirius’s eyes had darkened considerably in anger, his eyes narrowing at Remus in a glare.

“You’ve done quite a lot of talking to her,” he hisses. “A lot more than I have in Merlin knows how long. Do you know how frustrating that is, Remus? To see that Y/n, who suddenly hates me, is still all buddy-buddy with the three of you? Do you know how shitty it makes me feel when I see her talking to you and then she immediately runs away whenever she sees me? Do you?”

“No,” Remus replies, his voice squeaky at the anger in Sirius’s tone.

"That's what I thought," Sirius snarls, standing up from his bed abruptly.

With quick strides Sirius finds himself at the dormitory door, the door opened an inch before Peter asks curiously, "Where are you going?"

"To fucking find her!" Sirius snaps, turning around and facing his friends. "I can't keep going like this, without her. I - I need her, okay? I need her because ... because I love her. I love her. Holy shit, I love Y/n. I'll be back guys, but I need to find Y/n, even if that means searching every nook and cranny of this godforsaken castle."

He's out the door in another split second, the door slamming closed behind him.

Silence settles over the other three as they share glances, confused evident on each of their faces.

"Well," Remus finally mutters, breaking the silence. "He handled that a lot better than Y/n did when she realized she was in love with Sirius."

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To Sirius's surprise it didn't take him that long to find her. She was sitting in the courtyard, leaning against the truck of a tree with a book on her lap.

Sirius was careful to approach her quietly, not wanting her to spot him and jump up and run away (like she had been doing for two weeks straight).

When Y/n finally looked up from her book, the first thing she saw was Sirius looming in front of her. Her eyes widened as they made eye contact, scrambling to pick up her book and getting to her feet.

"Y/n, wait," Sirius snaps, grabbing onto her wrist with a vice-like grip before she could run away. "Please, don't run again, please."

Y/n sighs, trying to tug her wrist out of Sirius’s grip before she turns and faces him for the first time since the Quidditch game. Her struggling ceases as she sees the pain behind Sirius’s eyes, the pain that she would’ve caused every single time she ignored him or ran away.

“Please, Y/n/n,” he begs in a whisper, pulling her closer to him. “Please, don’t leave me again. I miss you so much. And I am so, so sorry if I did something to hurt you, or did something that made you want to avoid me. I never meant to, I don’t think I have done anything, but if I did just say the word and I will hold myself responsible for it and I will do anything I can to get back in your good graces because I miss you. So, so much. I hate that I haven’t seen you in two weeks, I hate that I haven’t talked to you in two weeks, I hate that I haven’t heard your voice in two weeks, and I hate that you’ve been avoiding me. I’m not blaming you because obviously it must have been something I did, but please Y/n, please, please, please stop avoiding me. I miss you.”

A wave of guilt washes over Y/n as she listens to Sirius, watching tears well in his eyes as it gets increasingly harder for him to talk without choking on his words. However, she can't help the little flutter her heart gives at his words.

Sirius takes a breath, trying to collect himself as he finally says everything he was feeling.

"And-and I hate how much it hurts that you've been doing this. I shouldn't care, I really shouldn't, but I do. I care so goddamn much, Y/n. It's been two weeks, two fucking weeks! I shouldn't be this effected, but I am. I've missed you more in two weeks more than I've missed anything else in my life, more than I miss the Marauders during the holidays, more than I miss Hogwarts during the summer, more than I miss the heat of the summer during the winter, more than I miss the sun in a rainstorm. I missed you, Y/n, and it's only been two weeks. So please, please, please, please, tell me what I did wrong so I can right it and we can go back to how we were before whatever I did."

A pause, a heartbeat before Sirius adds in a trembling voice, "Please."

Y/n takes a shaky breath, trying to stop the heat from rising in her cheeks and giving her away.

"Sirius," she says slowly.

"Please," he interrupts her, his voice breaking. "Please, Y/n. I don't know what I did, but whatever it must have been, I am so sorry. Please, please, please forgive me."

"Sirius," Y/n repeats, "you didn't do anything. I just... I realized something and I shut myself away from you. If anything, I should be saying sorry to you. I never meant to hurt you like this."

Sirius stares at her, confusion bubbling up within him as he listens to her explain.

"I-I don't understand," he admits in a quiet voice. Her stares up at her helplessly. "Why would you avoid me like you have if I didn't do anything? You haven't avoided the others, just me."

Y/n sighs, her heart thudding in her chest as she looks away from Sirius and finally admits in a small voice, "I'm in love with you."

The world stops, for the both of them.

Y/n can't breathe, why would she admit that!? Everything, everything, has been ruined. She ruined their friendship! Why would she do that!?

Sirius can't breathe, did she mean it!? Everything, everything, is going to change, for the better. She felt the same! But why did she avoid him if she loved him?

After what felt like hours of silence, Sirius responds, "I love you, too."

Sirius's heart pounds against his ribcage. Even though she said it first, it's still so hard to admit it.

Y/n's heart pounds against her ribcage. There is no way in hell that he actually feels the same.

"I – w-what?” she stutters, mouth dry.

“I love you too,” Sirius repeats, dropping her wrist. His hands come up to cup her jaw, holding her face in his hands as he smiles down at her. “I-I was thinking about how much I missed you, everything about you – not just your presence – and I guess that led me to realize that I would never feel this way about someone I thought of as my friend. Y/n/n, I realized that I’m in love with you.”

Y/n mirrors Sirius’s smile, relief flooding through her body as her cheeks flush with pink.

“I-I’m glad,” she whispers. “I was scared that you didn’t feel the same; that’s why I started avoiding you. I thought that if I was around you less my feelings would go away, which obviously didn’t work. But I was scared to say something in case I made things awkward between us.”

Sirius chuckles, pressing his forehead against hers, asking in a soft voice, “How could I not be in love with you? You, Y/n L/n, are the most kind, thoughtful, caring, smart, funny, beautiful woman in the whole world; I don’t know how I didn’t realize my feelings for you sooner. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sirius,” Y/n murmurs back. She closes her eyes, relishing in the feeling of Sirius being this close to her.

A comfortable silence fell over the two as they soak in each other’s presence, two hearts beating as one.

Two minutes. It has been two minutes since Sirius has admitted his feelings for Y/n, and it’s making him feel like he’s on top of the world.

Taglist: @littleshadow17 (who asked for a part 2 a month ago. I hope it was up to your standards lol). And @rosieandthethorns (who didn't asked to be tagged but I figured I should let you know so you can stop foaming at the mouth and writhing on the floor lmao)

[marvelwitchergilmore]

A Moment Of Everything

Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You and Peter have never gotten along, but can two nights in Florence change things for good?

Disclaimer: Swearing, fluff, angst. Mentions of blood and wounds. I was watching The Proposal last night and got inspired. Enemies to Lovers. See this for whichever Spider-Man you wish. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

You knew things had to change eventually. 

Yourself and Peter couldn’t go your whole lives hating one another. 

You just didn’t expect it to change quite so much. 

It had all started one night when you were on a mission with each other. 

Two days in Florence, Italy. You were both sent to monitor a suspect. And, like usual, Peter was off with you. He didn’t seem too happy about having to share a bed at the hotel. And, even though he didn’t particularly like talking to you, he would still do it. Only, that night, he didn’t. 

When he didn’t have to talk to you, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t even look at you. 

So, the night before you were expected to fly back home, you called him out on it. 

He didn’t listen to you. He simply walked away from you. He followed the guy and you had to go with his plan. Whatever his plan was, you had to guess. 

Only, the suspect got away. 

“We’ll find him again.”

Peter just grunted. 

“Peter.”

Nothing. 

“Peter!”

Again, nothing.

“Jesus Fucking Christ! Peter!” He finally slowed down and looked at you. “What the hell is your fucking problem?! I get you don’t like me, but we’re meant to be together in this!”

“We are together in this.”

You couldn’t help but scoff. “Bull-shit. You have done nothing but ignore me this entire trip. If you have a problem with me, you can just say it. Where are you going now? Or am I not allowed to know that either.”

“Back to the hotel. Not like you’d tell me.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

You tried running to catch up with him. 

“Nothing.”

“No, go ahead. Tell me.”

Soon enough you both made it back to the hotel and inside the room before the conversation continued. 

“Tell me, Peter. I can take it.”

“No, you can’t.”

“You don’t know me-”

“You’re right! I don’t!” Peter turned around and looked at you, forcing you to stop in your tracks. 

“I don’t know you! I don’t know anything about you! Because you don’t share anything.”

“Well, excuse me for wanting to keep my life a little private.”

“A little?!” Peter raised his eyebrows and scoffed. “A little private is not telling your co-workers where you're going when you say you’re going on holiday. A little private is not showing them a thousand pictures of your new puppy. Your life is anything but a little private.”

Clearly, he had more to say so you waited. And you didn’t have to wait long. 

Sighing, Peter rubbed his forehead for a moment before looking back at you. 

“I have known you for almost ten years and you have told me less than three things about yourself. And yet, an hour before we leave to come here, Hank from the Biology lab does…what? Flirts with you for five minutes, tells you his coffee order and you’re practically marrying the guy!”

“Peter, that’s none- Is this what has been bothering you since we left? This?! Just because I decided to talk to a guy and tell him about my day…why does it bother you so much that I don’t talk about myself?”

“Because I am meant to be your teammate. You have known me for almost ten years and never once have I hid anything from you. We are meant to trust one another. It doesn’t matter if you don’t like me or if I didn’t like you, what matters is that you trust me, and that I trust you. This partnership is meant to go both ways.”

You didn’t know what to say. You just kept looking at Peter. It looked like the world had been lifted off his shoulders whilst he also started beating himself up over what he just said. His chest was heaving and for a moment, you thought he was gonna walk towards you but instead, he took a step back. 

“I’m going for a shower.”

When the door closed behind him, it took you a moment to gather yourself. 

You couldn’t deny that he had a point. Maybe you hadn’t told him as much as you could have done, especially for being teammates for almost a full decade. But it wasn’t like he didn’t have his faults in it, too. 

Maybe instead of ignoring you and only talking to you when he needed to, you might have warmed to him more rather than seen him as a stand-offish person who you would trust to save your life, but wouldn’t trust to put it on the edge first. 

After twenty minutes, Peter emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed, clothed and ready for bed. He put away his dirty clothes and put his wash bag back in his bag before climbing under the covers that lay at the bottom of the bed. 

He hadn’t said anything when you both arrived at the hotel late at night. Just took some sheets out of the cupboard and put them on the floor. When you entered the room, you said he was being ridiculous.

He just said the bed was too soft for him and that he wouldn’t sleep. 

After an hour of back and forth over you telling him just to get into the bed, since it was big enough for a family of five, never mind two, he still decided to stay on the floor. 

As you lay in bed, listening to the distant noises of the city, you tossed and turned before settling on your back. But you still couldn’t sleep. 

Then you heard Peter. 

He was tossing and turning, too. 

Eventually, you heard him sigh in annoyance of sleep not taking over him. 

So, wrestling with your own mind, you spoke up. 

“I like Greek Mythology.”

A few seconds passed and then; “What?”

You faltered for a moment before speaking up again. 

“I-I like Greek Mythology. I always have.” you said before explaining, taking your time. “When I was five, my grandmother gave me some of her old books. In the pile was a kids illustrated version of Greek Gods and Goddesses. I was obsessed. And I mean, obsessed.” 

You laughed a little as you explained your obsession with Greek Mythology to him. Meanwhile, from the floor and out of sight from you, he smiled. He couldn’t even think of when he’d heard a smile in your voice. Never mind a laugh. 

It was once of the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard. 

“For three halloween’s in a row, I went as a different Goddess.”

You fell silent for a moment in the memory before you started to speak again. 

“I hate coffee. I try it once every year and it’s always the same. Absolutely disgusting.” you chuckled a little. “I spent every summer away from home at Camp where I ran a book club. I watch Rom-Coms when I’m sad because they make me feel better. My favourite flowers are blue tulips. I don’t watch thrillers because they remind me too much of work. And, I haven’t told anyone this much…ever.”

Only as you finished did you realise how much you had told him. And you felt a pang of anxiety in the pit of your stomach as Peter remained silent. 

“Are you still there?”

Peter swallowed thickly and nodded his head, despite the fact you couldn’t see him. “Y-yeah. I’m here. Just…processing.”

“Okay.”

That conversation had been just over eight months before you got a knock at your apartment window one evening. 

You had taken a couple weeks off work since you hadn’t taken any vacation days…ever. Barton had practically banned you from the building for two weeks. 

The rain had been pouring over the city and, with all your work finished, you had rushed out and got some supplies before sitting in front of your TV, watching one of the many rom-coms your DVD collection provided before pulling a few books from your shelves and reading through them. 

At some point, you had fallen asleep, still fully dressed, under your blankets, listening to the quiet silence of your apartment as the rain hit the windows outside. 

Only, rather than continuing to sleep throughout the night, you heard a continuous tapping. 

So, leaning up with tired eyes, you looked around. The loose braid you had stuck your hair in had fallen out, your bobble being lost between the cushions somewhere.

The apartment was shrouded in darkness, save for the street lights outside still lighting small sections of your apartment.

Along came more tapping until finally you turned towards the sash window that lay by the fire escape. 

You furrowed your eyebrows as you saw him through tired eyes. 

Making your way over, you pushed the window open and Peter made his way inside. 

“Sorry for waking you.”

You just grumbled and closed the window to stop the rain from flying in, though it didn’t stop the small puddle made by Peter who was practically soaked to the bone from the rain. 

“Ah, so this is who I lost you to.” Peter said with a slight smirk as he spotted one of your Mythology books. 

“Barton said I was banished from HQ until my vacation days were finished. What are you doing here at this time of night? What even is the time?”

“I didn’t know where to go, and you’re the only one who I trust to do the job well.”

“What job?”

Finally looking at Peter, you saw it. 

His body, and his clothes, were splattered with blood. You couldn’t tell how much of it was his and how much of it could be somebody else's. 

“You didn’t kill anyone did you?”

“No.” Peter answered. “They’re alright, just at the police station getting booked.”

You sighed as you took in even more of his wounds. “Alright. Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes. Give me your jacket.”

Peter removed it and you took it from him, including his grey hoodie. 

“Bathroom?”

“Down the hall and to the right.”

Peter nodded and walked down whilst you headed into the kitchen and shoved his jackets into the washing machine and pressed start. Then, from the top cupboard, you pulled down your first-aid kit that contained everything from princess plasters, from when you had been looking after your neighbour's kid for two days, to a stitching kit.

Twenty minutes later, you had a basin full of warm, blood stained water, a once-clean face cloth covered in stains of blood and a grown Avenger sat on the edge of your bathtub, wincing every now and again and you cleaned him up. 

“Remind me again why you came to me?”

You turned Peter’s head to face over your right shoulder as you cleaned a graze and cut just above his eyebrow. 

“Because I trust you. And I didn’t feel like getting another lecture from Laura.”

“Ah,” you nodded and Peter laughed a little. 

Then he hissed. 

“Sorry, I'm almost finished with this one.”

“It’s okay.” Peter flicked his gaze to you a couple of times. “T-thank you for doing this.”

“What else would I have done? Kicked you back out of the window?”

“You could have done it. I did wake you up. Clearly I didn't learn my lesson from the first time.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I did nearly beat you up.”

What Peter meant was just over two months ago. You had both become friends of sorts. But, you had fallen asleep at your lab desk one night and Peter came in to wake you up and you nearly cursed him out so much that you even had him convinced he was an intruder trying to break into your home. 

“But, if you hadn’t come to me, I probably would have cursed you out when I found out, anyway.”

“Found out?”

“You can’t hide anything from me, Peter. I know everything,” you joked. 

“But do you?”

Peter’s question slipped from his tongue before he could stop himself, but you didn’t know what to do. So, your eyes turned from his and you tried your best to remain calm until you saw a large spot of blood coming through his black t-shirt. 

You tried your best to get to the wound that was beneath it without him removing his shirt, but you both knew it was no use. 

So, awkwardly asking him, he stood and you looked to him only to find him looking back. 

Slowly, he removed his shirt, trying his best not to stain the rest of his body from the blood you had just cleaned away and for a moment, you were met with his body in front of you. 

Most of the blood was coming from that one wound but the top of his arms now showed a little bruising, as well as his torso, though it was more healed than you thought it would have been. 

Finding yourself staring for a little too long, you forced your gaze back to his face where he’d removed the shirt from over his head and lowered himself back down onto the edge of the tub, opening up his legs for you to stand between them once more. 

Though, it was in that moment that you realised how close you had been standing to him this entire time. 

“Th-This might sting a little.”

Peter nodded and you watched as he clenched his jaw and tried to suppress the grunt that tried to escape from him as you cleaned out the wound. 

“You might need some stitches.” you mentioned. “I can do them here, though they might not be Laura standard.”

“I think I’ll survive.”

You nodded and tried your best to ignore the fact that Peter was looking at you as you looked for your stitching kit and began working. 

In your peripheral vision, you could see some of his bruises already starting to heal, though some might take more than a couple hours.

Even with his adapted DNA. 

“If you want, you can stay here for the night. I have a spare set of pyjamas if you need them.”

“You sure they’ll be my size?”

You laughed a little. “My, uh, my neighbour gave them to me. She bought a set for her husband but when they came they were too big for him. She told me to keep them in case I ever had someone…stay the night. They might be too big for you, too but they have a drawstring so…”

“Okay.”

You looked at him for a split second and then looked back to his wound with a small nod. 

Soon enough you finished and stepped back to grab the face cloth before dipping it into a fresh basin of warm water to clean off the rest of his wounds that would heal soon enough. 

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

As you looked at Peter when he stood, there was a moment of…everything. 

Neither of you were moving, yet his eyes and your own spoke a thousand unspoken words between their gazes. 

Without thinking, Peter lifted his hand to meet your own, allowing you to place the cloth down before he pulled you a little closer. 

Your name left his lips in a small whisper, a plea, a wish of permission.

You felt yourself stand a little taller as his other hand came to your face, brushing the loose hair from your face, behind your ear. 

His eyes continued to flick from your eyes to your lips, as yours did the same with him. 

There was time for you to stop. For you to say no. And if you did, he would have stepped away and, most likely, would have apologised and left. 

But you didn’t want that. 

Each tantalising moment that passed, you wished for time to hurry up. For his lips to finally meet yours. 

And once they did, there was no turning back. 

At first it was soft, until you both became hungry for more. 

Leaning in, your hands came to his neck to pull him closer to you. 

Eventually, the kiss broke apart for a moment, your heads resting together, your eyes partly closed. 

“Was that-”

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Peter chuckled a little before feeling your lips connect to his, allowing his hands to pull your body flush against his.

[takaraphoenix]

Four months into my Teen Wolf renaissance and I am kind of fascinated by the way my interaction with it changed and shaped with this current rewatch of the show, the shift in priorities.

I used to monoship in this fandom. There was Sterek and nothing else.

Now I'm juggling multiple ships and my first ever poly-ships for this fandom. Which is a delight, because I'm a polyamorous person first and a writer second so to actually have poly-ships in this fandom sparks a whole lot of joy for me. So does generally having multiple ships, because I've always been a multishipper.

It's interesting though, that with these multiple ships, it has become very clear to me what's my actual most important dynamic for this fandom. Because it doesn't matter what the Stiles ship is, it doesn't even matter who the pack Alpha is and what pack we're talking about, I need Boyd and Erica to be alive and to be in Stiles' pack. These three mean the fucking world to me, they're the core. The pack around them may change, the romantic ship for Stiles may change, but those two are alive and together and beautiful and Stiles' pack.

Other things, I am much more flexible on. There are characters I don't particularly care whether they're portrayed as good friends or bad friends, but if a fic goes outta their way to keep Boyd and Erica alive just to have them be bad to Stiles, I am out of that story faster than you can look.

Jackson is slightly more negotiable. He's still very important to me and I prefer him to be in the pack, but there is also something appealing to him being in London and him and Stiles building a long-distance friendship after the Nogitsune, that phone calls and texts might make it easier for Stiles to talk about what happened, that the Nogitsune trauma and the kanima trauma bonds them. I prefer them to be pack, but they don't have to be, as long as they are still friends. If I have to see Jackson post season 2 sticking around and being pack, just to then be a bully to Stiles, I am also out.

Like. I do fully understand that all three have, you know, more or less antagonistic pasts toward Stiles. I also understand fics that just turn everyone aside from [romantic partner] against Stiles for max angst. It's just that these three? These three hurt me to read as bad friends.

The more I write and read for the fandom, the more important does Alpha Peter become to me too. Even outside of romantic Steter, it just... feels wrong to me when he's a beta even more wrong when he's Scott's beta ngl. There is so much healing, redemption and hope in the idea of Peter as an Alpha who gets to rebuild the Hale Pack and keep his family's legacy alive.

Used to be Derek for me, but the more I think about it, the... unhappier he seems as an Alpha in canon and the fonder I grow of the idea of him getting to be a Right Hand. Of him getting a second chance with a Hale Pack but without the burden of having to try and be the Alpha. (I do still love writing and reading Alpha Derek though, especially when it's Sterek. But if I had to pick a favorite Hale Pack dynamic, it'd have to be Alpha Peter and Right Hand Derek.)

Now, out of this list, Peter was the only real surprise. Even back in 2014, when I first got into this fandom, I preferred my Berica alive and as friends with Stiles and I liked my Stackson brOTP.

But genuinely the biggest surprise to me is how much I latched onto Spark Stiles, because this was something I used to actively avoid. I used to think of that as nonsense. I mean, come on, that was one episode and canon moved on from that, how did you grow that attached to it.

Somehow, this rewatch, I just feel very indignant about the fact that they really gave Stiles magic for one episode and then did jackshit with it. What the hell. After ten years, I finally understand why the fandom couldn't let go of that.

Comfortingly enough did my favorite thing not change in the past ten years though. Give me Pack Mom Stiles or give me death. That's still the best damn thing this fandom ever did, in my opinion, and whatever the ship or the pack or who the Alpha is, Stiles is Pack Mom.

But it is interesting to see how my own interaction with the story and the characters has changed over the past decade and on this third to fifth watch (depending on what season we're talking about. I've seen the first two seasons more often than the rest).

[arliedraws]

When Sirius was sent to Azkaban, Remus abandoned him. No questions asked. He heard that his best friend was a traitor and never questioned it, never wanted to confront him.

If it was the other way around.. Sirius would rage, he would find a way to learn why Remus would betray his friends like that, check his trail files once he realizes he was never called as a witness, find a way to confront Remus himself once he finds out there is shit in his files.

Remus runs away from his problems, Sirius confronts them head on until he realizes he can't win

I’m gonna push back on this, my dearest! I’m not even a Remus defender, but I guess I am today! Even Sirius never blamed Remus for this, haha. But you’re still right, though. Remus DOES run from his problems, and Sirius is more likely to face them head on. I just don’t know if this matters so much in this situation.

First of all, and most importantly, I don’t suppose Azkaban allows visitors, so I doubt Remus would be able to confront Sirius at all. Second, Remus is not a powerful man—in the way that, he’s a werewolf and his Ministry connections are probably mostly dead by this point. If he DID suspect Sirius was innocent, all he could do was mention it to Moody and Dumbledore. That’s about it.

But he wouldn’t have anyway because he was convinced that Sirius was guilty.

Let’s consider that MWPP + Lily knew there was a traitor in their circle for at least a year. Remus probably already suspects the traitor is Sirius at this point, and he urges James to make Dumbledore the Secret Keeper instead. James tells Sirius that Remus thinks he’s the traitor; Sirius is so devoted to James that the accusation shocks him and he insists, “No one would believe I would ever betray you.” Sirius then becomes convinced that Remus is trying to turn James against him, and James (who trusts Sirius more than anyone), grudgingly follows Sirius’s advice to shut Remus out.

Remus now truly believes that Sirius is traitor because of this. Remus even confides in Dumbledore that he suspects Sirius (if James won’t listen to Remus, maybe he’ll listen to Dumbledore), while Dumbledore assures Remus he’ll try to convince James not to use Sirius. But James is offended and makes a big show of being like, “How dare you suspect Sirius? Now I’m going to make him my Secret Keeper even more!”

Well, as Remus fears, Voldemort finds the Potters based on Sirius’s information, and he knew it would happen. Not only that, Sirius managed to kill Peter too. And there were WITNESSES to the slaughter. Personally, I wouldn’t blame Remus for not wanting to confront Sirius when he “knew” this was going to happen. I doubt Sirius’s “betrayal” came as a surprise.

So I understand where your head’s at but in this instance, this was a perfect storm of “Sirius was absolutely fucked.” Which is probably why he laughed when Peter blew up the street—the betrayal is so layered, so perfectly aligned to frame Sirius on multiple levels, and he realized that Peter was so much smarter than he realized.

[ravenclawloverofseverussnape]

Lily was a pretty, popular 15 year old, who behaved like all pretty popular 15 year old queen bees. She was fearless, resolute, affectionate to many and admirably sure of herself but also thoughtless, self-centred, lacking in empathy, reactive, quick to deflect blame and expected to be worshipped. In short, she was the golden child. She’d have grown out of her worst qualities and into her best ones, but unfortunately never got the chance. Severus had her on a pedestal despite there being an undertone of classist contempt in all her interactions with him even as children because he had nothing else to measure her up against. And then she was murdered, it was partially his fault, and that pedestal got raised 100 feet higher. He really needed a true ride-or-die friend (or ideally, an adult who wasn’t worthless) and never had one. I don’t know if JKR intended Lily and Severus to read as a ride-or-die friendship that he fucked up by being awful, but that’s not what she put on the page. She put on the page a brittle childhood friendship of convenience that was doomed to fail once Lily found less weird people to hang out with.

I don't know which user sent me this but thank you very much, you inspired me to make this post.

I agree, because the interactions I've seen in the books don't help me much: there are people who think that she didn't see the extent of the Marauders' bullying of Snape, I respect that point of view but I don't agree with it for one thing.

Professor Slughor said she was very intelligent, which i would have let slide, but does she believe everything the other Gryffindors tell her that Severus? Is she so gullible that she believed that James really saved Severus?

Severus tells her that he went to find out what's wrong with Remus, so that everyone can see that the Marauders are not heroes, what does Lily do? She accuses him of being obsessed with them, Lily says that Mulciber put a spell on Mary (a Gryffindor girl who happens to defend her) and when Severus points out that is exactly what the Marauders do to him, she He talks about how: "at least they don't use dark arts" which that simple phrase drives me crazy because for any good friend it wouldn't matter if they used dark arts, I would support them to defend themselves in any way, because Severus didn't use dark arts when he was a student to torture, but rather; in case of defending himself, to occupy him.

I'm going to say something, do you really think she's smart? If she were really smart she would have tried to ask Severus' version, not even a simple: are you okay? did anything happen to you? she didn't even ask that and for me that's a failure.

Lily is the one who blames Severus for the bullying he receives at school, you know with that of "at least they don't use dark arts? If she's so smart, why the hell doesn't she know that there's an entire school that teaches (to a certain extent?) the dark arts, she doesn't empathize with anyone, if she was such a good friend why didn't she get help for Snape? And the only time she "defends" him, she doesn't do it well.

Side note: any spell, be it washing or levitation can do damage depending on how the user uses it, the dark arts must be explored to defend against them, whether they are dark arts or not they do damage anyway.

In Snape's worst memory he only talks to James , I saw an interesting post where she mentions that Lily points out that James changes when she's around, good girl you're on the right track, she takes out her wand but..... doesn't she do magic with Item? If she's so smart, doesn't she know how to do non-verbal spells? and I would let it go that maybe she didn't defend him because she was scared of Sirius and Peter, but isn't she supposed to be popular? she could have called someone or just come in fighting.

Or he could have undone the spell but what did he do? He spoke to James alone, only taking out his wand to show.

Later Severus calls her a mudblood, she coldly replies: I would wash my pants Snivellus which only gives me a hint: Lily knows that Severus is poor, the theory that "Lily doesn't know the extent of Severus' domestic abuse and bullying" no longer applies, this little snippet confirms it for me.

Then we move on to the scene, Snape apologizes to Lily, she argues that he calls people like her mudbloods, why would that be any different, at which point I tear my hair out, because it shows that she is capable of tolerating insults as long as they are not directed at her, because if they are directed at her now it is a problem.

Then she marries James Potter, which (Snape aside) makes him a masochist to me, because who would go out and marry a sex offender? (take note: the worst memory was sexual harassment) James went on to harass her and what do they come up with? becoming parents in the middle of a war.

Then there's the hunt for the Potter family, anyone would think that Lily would have her wand on hand or even James would have it on hand in case Voldemort could find them, but no, that night Lily forgot that she is a witch (here I criticize the writing of this character).

In short: I don't like how superficial she is, her mentality that Gryffindors can do whatever they want because they are good, her lack of understanding of Severus' situations, how manipulable she is that she falls into the absurd, the fact that they want to sell her to me as "Miss Perfect" makes me a little angry.

[thegettingbyp2]

It's Not Forever

A/N - So ideas kept coming to me with this so it's a lot longer than I originally planned but I think I'm happy with the way it turned out. This is scenario 1 of the list I posted earlier. Also, toying with the idea of making a part two so let me know what you think!!

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The last couple of hours had flown by in a blur for you. Your entire world had crumbled around you in a matter of hours and you couldn’t see how that was fair. From finding out that Peter Lewis had set young Jack Hotchner in his crosshairs made you furious but the fact that the situation was dire enough that both Jack and Aaron were having to go into Witness Protection for God knows how long is what really broke you; you didn’t know how you were going to cope with not seeing your two favourite boys every day.

Aaron’s hand tangling with yours brought you out of your thoughts on the drive home. You had been given tonight to spend one last night as a family before they were due to leave and already you were feeling the seconds slipping away all too quickly. The feeling of Aaron’s hand in yours made you turn your head to face him.

‘Baby don’t cry,’ Aaron said, his own voice thick with tears he wasn’t letting himself shed. You brought your free hand up to your cheeks to wipe away the tears quickly before you brought Aaron’s hand to your lips and pressed a gentle kiss on his knuckles. Neither of you could think of anything to say to each other in that moment so you spend the rest of the journey home in silence, neither of you wanting to let go of the other. When you had got back home, the three of you curled up on the couch together to watch Jack’s favourite film, Spiderman.

‘Go and give your mom a cuddle, buddy,’ Aaron said to Jack. Even though Jack wasn’t your biological son, you had always treated him like your own and in the past couple of years, he’d begun to call you mom himself. Not needing to be told twice, Jack practically launched himself into your arms and you held onto him as tightly as you could while your back leant against Aaron’s chest, the three of you not willing to part for a second as you watched the film.

When the time finally came, after putting it off as much as you could, you and Aaron both went to take Jack to bed, tucking him into bed and you made sure to give him an extra hug and read him an extra story before you and Aaron turned the light off and made your way into your shared bedroom.

It was when you heard the door close behind you that you let yourself crumple onto the bed, sobs wracking your body. Aaron was beside you in an instant, pulling you against him and kissing the top of your head before lifting your face to meet his as he began to wipe away your tears.

‘Please don’t cry baby,’ he said gently, pressing his forehead against yours as your hands reached up to cup his cheeks.

‘It’s not fair. Why does it have to be you and Jack?’ you said through your tears.

‘It’s not forever, baby, we’ll be back here with you before you know it, you know why? Because I know that you and the rest of the team won’t stop until we can come home to you,’ Aaron whispered, letting a few tears of his own slide down his face as he brought you in for a gentle kiss.

As soon as your lips connected, need filled your body and you were hyper-aware of the limited time that the two of you had left and you climbed into his lap, holding yourself as close to him as you possibly could as you shared a passionate kiss. Aaron slowly moved until you were laying on your back on the bed with him hovering over your body and he took a moment to stare down at you.

‘You’re so fucking beautiful,’ he murmured, brushing his lips along your jaw and down your neck where he pressed soft kisses until he reached the collar of your t-shirt. ‘Can I?’ he asked, tugging lightly on your t-shirt and you nodded frantically, needing to be as close to him as possible. As he pulled your t-shirt off and made quick work of sliding your jeans and panties down your legs, your fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt but shaking too much to be able to unbutton them. ‘Hey, you’re alright, let me, sweet girl,’ he said quietly, replacing your fingers with his until he’d removed his shirt and trousers until he was as naked as you.

You shivered as his hands ran gently over your body and he kissed his way down your body until he was laying between your thighs. He looked up at you and held your gaze captive as he licked a broad stripe up your pussy, flicking his tongue when he reached your clit. Your hands instantly threaded through his hair as his tongue began to trace patterns on your pussy that had your legs twitching in no time.

‘Aaron, please,’ you whimpered as you felt your orgasm approaching and Aaron sped up his movements and moved two fingers inside of you, quickly throwing you over the edge. He carried on, helping your ride out your orgasm before he crawled back up your body and pressed his lips back to yours, making you whine into his mouth as you felt his cock brush against your thigh. You reached down to take his cock in your hand and you slowly began to pump him, making Aaron groan lowly and drop his head against your shoulder.

‘Baby, you need to stop or I’m not going to last,’ he mumbled into your skin before lifting his head to look at you. Looking into his eyes made you remember what was happening and you felt tears slip down your cheeks again. ‘Hey, none of that, come on baby,’ he said, brushing your tears away as he slowly pushed into you, making you gasp in pleasure. ‘Just remember, it’s not forever, things will be able to go back to normal again soon, I promise.’ He tenderly kissed your cheek before he started to thrust his hips.

Even though he kept a slow and soft pace, you could feel the breath being pushed out of you every time his hips pressed into yours and your legs wrapped around his waist, needing to feel his body against yours.

‘I love you,’ you whispered into his ear as he slightly increased the speed of his thrusts until he stilled against you, marking you as his from the inside for the last time for who knows how long. After you had both come down from your highs, neither of you were ready to pull away from each other so Aaron gently let his body drop against yours before rolling to your side and pulling you tightly against him.

‘I love you, baby, nothing’s changing that okay? No matter how long we’re gone for, we’re coming back for you. You hear me?’ you nodded and buried your head in his chest, pressing a kiss to his skin which made Aaron’s breath hitch in his throat.

‘I don’t want you to go,’ you whispered brokenly as you wrapped your entire body around his, as if you would be able to prevent them from leaving as long as you didn’t let go. The two of you fell asleep wrapped around each other, not willing to let go for a single second.

The next day, you stood on the doorstep of the house with a fake smile on your face as you waved at Jack as the car set off down the road. You looked at Aaron just in time to see him mouth the words ‘I love you’ and you blew a kiss back before the car turned the corner out of sight. You walked back into the house, closing the door behind you and curling up on the sofa, letting heart-wrenching sobs leave your body as you inhaled the familiar scent of Aaron that always seemed to cling onto the fabric.

You heard the front door open and close again and you didn’t even have it in you to see who it was. You only looked up when you felt a familiar hand on your arm and you looked up to see Spencer Reid and Penelope Garcia in front of you.

‘We’ll catch him, (Y/N),’ Spencer said, running his hand comfortingly against your arm. ‘We’ll catch him and then they can come home.’

Your two friends left you cry until you were pretty sure you had no tears left in your body. ‘I’ll go make you some tea,’ Penelope said, squeezing your hand and walking into the kitchen.

You sat up on the sofa and your eyes caught sight of the framed picture of you and Aaron dancing at Will and JJ’s wedding. You noticed that there was a small box with an envelope sitting on top of it beside the picture and you looked over at Spencer who gave you a sad smile as his eyes followed your movements. You walked over and picked the box up. Inside, was nestled a beautiful silver engagement ring that had Aaron’s name inscribed on the inside of the band. Choking back a sob, you opened the envelope and read the note:

My Sweet Girl,

This isn’t the way I was hoping to propose but I figured we could both use a little bit of hope. This ring proves to you that I will be coming home to you so I can officially make you Mrs Hotchner. I’ve got a matching ring with your name inscribed so that, even though we’re apart, we’ve still got each other close. I love you, my sweet girl.

‘(Y/N)?’ You heard Spencer ask and you realised you must have been quiet for a long time. You looked up and you felt yourself fill with determination and anger. Anger at the fact that Aaron and Jack have had to leave just to be safe and determination that you were going to get them both back. You slipped the ring onto your finger, taking a second to admire the perfect fit before looking up at Spencer.

‘We’re going to catch Peter Lewis fast and bring my boys home.’  

[thelunarbar]

I hate Kate with every fiber of my being 🤮

I’m sorry would firing off a weapon at random in the middle of the not being the police?

Turns out I don’t remember this real well so that’s interesting

I appreciate that Chris is at least semi sensible even if he is actively trying to kill Derek and Scott

The cgi or whatever on Derek’s not normal bullet wound is so bad 😂

Oh yeah grabbing her hand and defensively yelling no is so subtle

Ooh caught in a lie. Shoulda got their story straight before Allison woke up. Tsk tsk

Scott knows nothing. Typical.

“Studying with Allison” yeah right

Dylan O’Brien has pretty eyes

I wanna punch Jackson

Derek (literally dying) goes totally unnoticed in a highschool are there no teachers or curious students??? Are they all that self involved???

Also Derek (still literally dying) gets jump scared by the bell love it

How did stiles not see Derek at some point while he was in the hallway?

And then Derek collapses in the parking and still no one notices him

“A silver bullet?”

“No you idiot.” Even dying Derek is not putting with stiles shit

Derek (literally dying) (going to help Scott even tho he has absolutely no reason to) needs Scott’s help

Scott grudgingly agrees to help the dying man what a saint

And then promptly gets distracted by Allison shocker

Ik Scott is like what 15 here but c’mon man someone is literally dying and counting on you to save him and all you can think about is getting in Allison’s pants

Oh good more cringey make outs. These are supposed to be teenagers I do not want to watch them make out 🤮

Am I old? I feel like that makes me sound like an old lady but it’s true

I love that somehow while still in town it looks like they’re almost to Derek’s house which is deep in the woods? Yes yes that tracks

“In fact I think if I wanted to I could drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.”

“Start the car or I’m gonna rip your throat out with my teeth.” Yes threatening the guy trying to keep you alive is great.

Fuck Scott. Honestly. They’re are more important things in life than getting your dick wet

Archery how quirky

Ik it’s like a family thing but still

Cock block chris love it

Ooh awkward family dinner with the gfs family always fun sucker

Why do parent in tv shows offer teenagers alcohol as like a test??? So dumb

“Hockey on grass is called field hockey.” 😂

Poor stiles and poor Derek

“He’s starting to smell.”

“Like what?”

“Like death!”

Yeah let Derek die bc you’d rather not leave your gf. Can we say hero 🙄

Fortunately the bullet he’s looking just happens to be in a special box bc ofc and I get for plot reasons but still

Derek never loses his drama even when dying

I’m with stiles on the whole cutting off Derek’s arm

Love that this whole thing literally couldn’t not matter less to Scott 🙄

I read a couple great fics abt stiles actually cutting off Derek’s arm bc Scott was late that I still think about to this day. I reread them quite a bit

I hate Kate so fucking much even tho he did actually take smth from her

Allison whipping out that condom is probably her best moment ngl 😂

“You faint at the sight of blood?”

“No but I might at the sight of chopped off arm!”

I am so with stiles on this whole cutting off body parts thing

Derek’s Batman voice is really funny to me.

I get why the first idea is to stick your fingers through the grate but I’m pretty sure those things pop out at least generally speaking

Love that stiles punched Derek in the face. Pretty sure he nearly does it again later on in the show

Where did Derek get the lighter? Did he just have that on him? Also so did not wanna watch him stick his finger in his wound gross

Ah teenage stupidity. Gotta hate it.

Ohhhh we finally met Peter! I don’t like him for obvious reasons but later on he’s so sassy and it’s hard not to like him

Knowing what the argents did makes me hate Kate even more and love that Chris broke free of that.

Ofc Scott would defend the argents 🙄 again teenage stupidity

Poor Derek he deserved better

How was there still a lil shard of glass from Kate’s broken window on the edge of the car door??? That seems unlikely

I appreciate that Chris at least had some standards even they still sucked.

Kate throwing the match into the fireplace was sooooooo foreshadowing at the truth to be learned down the road and I do like that

[faellain]

The Accidental Baby Trap Incident

Summary: About four years after the events of First Class, Erik arrives at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters with two little twins who he didn't know existed. Thinking he doesn't know what to do, he runs to Charles, not knowing the state his old friend is in.

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both of them avoid each other over the next few weeks. charles speaks with the children, learns their powers. erik trains them, tests them, seeings their strengths and weaknesses. hank acts as the middle man of it all. each day life falls a little bit into place, but it's not a life to live forever. not for children. both of them know that.

during the day charles is attentive, but once the sun goes down, he drinks. part of him wonders if he can feel his liver rot. he lays back against the headboard of his bed and sighs.

"drinking?"

charles jumps, thinking its erik at first but that wasn't erik's voice. he turns and sees two yellow eyes blink at him from the corner of his room. from the shadow, raven emerges, blue with her hair bright red. her body seems to soak up all the shadows of the room. in contrast, she wears a pair of white pants and a white crop top all in leather. she sighs and takes a seat in a chair, crossing her legs at the knees.

"raven?"

she smiles, "been a long time."

"…is this about erik?"

she leans forward, "what about erik? i'm here for you. i need to find someone."

riptide, charles assumes. he doesn't know that he's wrong. how can he? he pushes himself up, legs shaky. raven balks suddenly.

"how can you walk?"

"hank," charles answers glibly, words slurring slightly, "but i'm not- raven, hh-" charles staggers gently, a mix of booze and pin-prick pain in his spine.

"how much have you been drinking?" she asks, her eyes narrowing.

charles pouts, "i fail to see what that matters."

"as much as our mother?"

"raven, tell me why you're here."

when erik wakes up, it's to the sound of shattering glass bottles.

without hesitation, erik runs up to charles room, pulling anything he can use as a weapon to follow him as he does. once at charles' room, he breaks the door down with his foot. unfortunately for him, there is no real danger and he's not about to heroically rescue charles from some nefarious interloper.

raven's hawkish yellow eyes widen as she sees him, a bottle of very expensive looking vodka in her hand. at her feet lay shattered glasses and the copious bottles of liquor that charles has been keeping in his room. one day, while charles was attending to the twins, erik snuck up there to see just how bad it was. part of him had wanted to get rid of the bottles. instead, he'd washed charles' foul smelling sheets.

that very man is leaning against a dresser, hands outstretched as if to calm raven, which he very much will not be able to do to. even when he had his powers, he never even so much as read her mind. erik remembers how charles once mentioned that he had to make extra effort not to do so. all minds were simply open to him in a way that he had to learn to live with. there was no off unless he himself put the barrier there.

"erik," mystique hisses, "this is your secret mission? babysitting charles while he drinks himself to death?"

"no, you misunderstand," erik tries to reason with her, "there are things i haven't been able to tell you."

"like what?"

from the hall, erik can only sigh as he hears calls of, "papa! papa! we heard a crash!"

wind whips around him as pietro appears with a metal fucking baseball bat in his hands, "is someone here for the prof? i'll kick their ass!"

"pietro," erik says, lifting his hand, quickly removing the bat from his son's hands before he hurts himself, "language."

"dad," pietro replies in a tone directly mocking erik's own, "peter."

raven's jaw drops a little as she stares down at the young boy still ready to punch whoever was going after the teacher he'd come to care for. as she seems to be processing this, wanda wedges her way in, holding up her hands in an imitation of erik, but with red light sparking from her hands. he sighs gently, putting the bat under his arm. as he kneels, he gently lowers her hands.

"pietro, wanda," he says, as calmly as he can, "this is mystique-"

"also known as your aunt raven," charles quickly corrects with a smug smirk which earns him glares from both raven and erik, "she's my sister and a friend of your father's."

erik doesn't want to process charles declaring her an aunt. he knows sometimes people do that with friends, but- well, seeing her always put charles in a good mood. he adored his little sister more than anything. both of them leaving that day in cuba… erik had barely registered what that might have done to him to lose both of them in one day.

"oh," pietro says, blinking owlishly at her, "why are you blue?"

"pietro!" erik scolds.

"peter!" pietro reminds him, still directly mimicking erik's voice. why was it that his son insisted on being difficult so often between bouts of sweetness?

raven stills and looks at erik, "your kids?"

"with magda," he explains, "she passed and they came to me. she never told me."

her eyes narrow again, "and you went to charles? not the brotherhood?"

"the brotherhood?" charles balks in an effort to hold back aghast laughter, "is that what you call your group of misfits?"

"it's better than the vainglorious x-men," sneers erik.

"x-men wasn't my idea," charles reminds him.

"okay but why is she blue? is she like us?" pietro snaps, impatiently, frustrated at being ignored.

there's another crashing sound. the final member of the house stumbles into charles' room, wiping sleep from his eyes with big blue paws. much to erik's horror, wanda yelps.

"it's a werewolf!"

hank blinks down at wanda, "wha- oh. it's me, wanda. it's hank."

"are we all gonna turn blue?" asks pietro, suddenly alarmed.

erik grabs pietro and puts a hand over his mouth. his son bites him for the effort, but erik has endured worse pain than children's teeth. he doesn't do so much as flinch. a long sigh escapes him as he shakes his head. this is going to be a lot of explaining.

"mystique is blue because of her mutation," erik explains calmly, "like your hair."

"oh," pietro says without removing his teeth. erik's skin puckers with the effort.

wanda approaches hank quietly, motioning him to kneel down. he does so. carefully, he touches his face. little hands and fingers run along blue fur, her face twisted up and pensive. suddenly, she breaks into a warm smile. her feet bounce, giddy.

"it is you!" she exclaims, hugging him. wanda is a bit fond of hank- she appreciates how quiet he is and that he gave her cookies their first day.

hank is clearly taken aback, but hugs wanda after a moment, picking her up. such a gestures seems to even momentarily melt raven's iced-over heart. it's very early (or very late) so neither child should be up which means erik clearly needs to put them back to bed so the adults can talk. convincing pietro to stay in bed is another matter entirely.

"let me tuck these two back in," erik says, before clearing his throat, "unless you want to hear the dreadfully boring coversation about…" erik trails off and sees charles mouth taxes, "taxes we are all about to have."

"taxes?"

"yes. about the house," erik replies, forcibly removing pietro's mouth from his palm. he smiles as he takes wanda from hank and looks at them, "i'll meet you all soon."

as erik leaves the room, he hears charles huff, "did you have to smash all the bottles?"

"you're acting like a fucking alcholic."

"raven!"

erik does his best to ignore the rest of the conversaation. clearly, raven is furious. there is no small amount of joy in that she immediately took action. coming to charles in need of help, erik felt like he could do nothing. not to mention how little charles had felt like himself lately. living at the mansion was still like living with the specter of his friend.

once the kids are tucked tightly in bed, erik heads downstairs, passing by charles' room on the way. the glass has been dumped in a waste basket.

he makes his way down to the sitting room where raven is sitting in one of the plush velvet chairs, her hair fading into the red like flames. hank is thumbling a glass of water with his burly paws. charles has managed to get a drink, but raven looks seconds from slapping it out of his hand. instead, erik snatches it from him and downs it himself. he knows he's going to need it.

heat licks down his throat from the whiskey. from the corner of his eye, he can see raven's smirk. good. that may soften the blow of all this a little. not by a lot, but at least she'll know he's not just letting charles drink himself into liver failure.

"really, erik?"

"i needed it," he says as he sits, setting down the glass. he looks to raven, "i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner. i wanted to."

raven nods, "charles and hank caught me up about wanda. i'm pissed, but… i can't say i don't understand."

neither of them would ever be as close as the other was with charles, but they had an understanding. mystique was an excellent right-hand, wasted playing sychophant to charles' professorial endeavours. did charles know she still had a grand success rate without ever actually taking a life? that was something he was sure his soft-hearted friend would be pleased with.

"what brings you here then?" he asks, leaning forward.

"sean's going to be taken in a few days,; i don't know how many," she explains, "we think he got separated from alex and my guess is it's the same people who have riptide."

charles sits up at that, "sean's in danger?"

"he is. but i don't know where in vietnam he is. i had been hoping you could help with that," she snaps, leaning back, "but…" her eyes flash towards his nervously bouncing leg.

charles licks his lips, "it will take awhile to flush out the drugs from my system. and i can't promise i'll be able to do it, but- but for sean, i'll do what i can."

raven smiles, "thank you."

erik, however, feels his suspicion rising. emma and azazel know to report to him anything about his and charles' old pupils. angel would have went to both him and raven right away. where did this information come from?

"and who told you this?" his eyebrow raises slightly.

raven huffs at him, "destiny saw it."

of course.

"so we have nothing verifiable to say that it will happen," erik crosses his arms, "you'll lead us on a wild goose chase."

"who is destiny?" asks hank, clearly confused.

"she's a mutant-"

"she's a madwoman," erik sighs, "who says she's a mutant. but she also thinks she's irene adler."

"like from sherlock holmes?" asks charles, looking to erik and then to raven.

"her prophecies have come true before. they just don't always go the way we think," she argues, "we get glimpses and have to go off of that. but i trust her."

"if raven trusts her, so do i," charles replies and erik rolls his eyes. just a few minutes ago, raven was shattering all of his booze. now, it's as if they've never stopped speaking. siblings. erik could never understand. he and ruth had never been like that.

or maybe they had simply never gotten the chance.

raven smirks proudly, "then it's decided. try to make that flush quick. i don't know how much time we have."

hank nods, "we should probably get alex out too. he'll be next."

"agreed," erik says, standing up. his eyes wander, staring at charles who won't look at him. the other is staring nervously off into space. once, he would have reached out to touch him. now, he doesn't.

[madman479r]

A Spider's Heat

Felicia made her way up to Peter's apartment, it was 1:00 PM and the 22 year old woman hadn't heard anything from her boyfriend all day nor the day before. That wasn't like him at all so Felicia decided to check up on him.

She walked up the various floors of the apartment complex, drawing lustful gazes from those around and outside their rooms. She knew this, after all she picked out her outfit, a pair of sunglasses, a crimson red top that showed off her chest, a small black leather jacket that reached her mid riff with studs on the collar, a choker and tight black tattered jeans that clung to her shapely ass. She knew they would stare, but that's all they got to do, if they tried to touch, they'd lose the appendage.

Only Peter got to touch after all.

Felicia got to Peter's room and knocked on the door.

Nothing.

She knocked again, calling out to Peter. "Peter? You in there?"

Still nothing.

Good thing Peter gave her a key to his room. She unlocked the door and opened the door but it only opened an inch before something stopped it.

"What the-?" Felicia looked through the gap of the door and saw...

"Webs?" Felicia murmured in confusion. Felicia knew of Peter's alter ego, Spider-man, of course she did, he knew she was Black Cat, the pair working together as vigilantes, the most fun she had in her life after all.

But why would Peter web up his door?

Before she could question it any further, Peter's face came up to the gap of the door, surprising Felicia.

"F-Felicia?" Peter questioned.

"Spider, what's wrong?" From the looks of it, he didn't look to good. His face was flush and sweat covered his forehead, his breathing seemed heavy, and there was something in his eyes, something wild that was barely contained.

"N-nothings wrong." Peter lied, Felicia could easily tell, even when he was straight faced and healthy Peter couldn't lie to save his life.

"Really? So why do you look like you ran a triathlon without your powers?" Felicia raised a brow, unimpressed.

Peter seemed to be struggling with something. "L-look, Felicia, I-i-" for a quick second his eyes went towards Felicia's cleavage.

"Fuck." Peter groaned under his breath, and there was a wild, hungry look in his eyes before he quickly shut his eyes and shook his head. "Felicia, you really can't be hear, i-its for your own g-fuck-good." He said before he forced the door closed again.

Felicia stood there perplexed for a minute before huffing. "Does he not realise I was a cat burglar before we started dating?" No webs would stop her.

Felicia cracked open the door and pulled out a spray Peter had made for her, the spray was designed to break and dissolve the webbing so you didn't have to wait an hour for it to dissolve on its own.

Spraying the solvent along the gap, she watched the webs break apart before she opened the door fully, stepping in the room and closing it behind her.

There Peter was, he was sitting on his bed and he looked terrible but strangely enough not sickly. More like he was incredibly hot, his breathing as heavy and top looked drenched in sweat. His head was in his hands and fingers clenched.

He must have not noticed her enter, only adding to how bad this was looking. "Peter?" She called out.

Peter's head shot up, his eyes wide and took in her hourglass body, the same hungry glint came back but Peter jumped to his feet and moved to the corner of his apartment. "F-Felicia! What are you doing here?! Y-you need to get out!"

Felicia stepped closer and crossed her arms, unknowingly emphasising her already incredible bust. "No way, mister. Not until you tell me what's wrong." She said firmly. It didn't matter if Peter had the strength to pick her up and throw her out, nothing would remove her from this room.

Peter tried to fight his urge to move towards her, Felicia could see it, but it seemed as if he couldn't control it, the young woman could see how much effort it was taking him.

He looked around for something, looking desperately for anything that could help. But there was nothing.

There was only Felicia. And unbeknownst to her, that's what was making him lose control.

"It's... It's..." Peter struggled to speak, his breathing growing heavier. Felicia had to admit, this was... Strange, to say the least. Peter was normally very collected and calm, always keeping his head when things went south, even with criminals, this was... New to her.

"What is it?" Felicia stepped closer, getting within a foot of Peter. "Tell me, we can fix it together." She assured him.

She placed her hand on his shoulder. "Just tell me."

Peter's head turned to Felicia, her voice seeming to calm him, he looked into her eyes and spoke in a soft voice, one that was strained, like he was trying to fight something that was pulling at his insides. "I-it's..." Peter dropped his head in defeat. "Just... sit down please." Peter dropped to bed, not looking at the platinum-blonde.

Felicia figured she was finally getting somewhere and did what he asked, facing towards him as she sat beside her boyfriend. "Now, are you gonna tell me what's wrong?"

Peter struggled to find his words. "It's... it's well... you know... how the Spider bite altered my DNA."

"Yeah?" Felicia raised a brow, wondering where this was going.

"Well you know how it also made me do spider like habits?"

Felicia nodded. "Yeah, like you said how you like being in the ceiling corners of room, how you tend to stick to the ceilings when your studying or something, or how you prefer warmer temperatures."

"Yes, yes. Well... you know how spiders go into... heat? Well... that's what wrong."

Felicia blinked, wondering if she heard her boyfriend right. "You're... you're in...?"

"Heat, yes!" Peter gritted his teeth for a second, his body fidgeting. "I've been trying to keep myself away from others because I don't think I can control myself and I don’t want to look like a creep or accidentally force myself on some poor woman."

Felicia couldn't help but ask. "Then why not come to me? You know I would help you out."

Peter shook his head. "You know how careful I have to be with my powers, i didn't want to lose control and hurt you." He confessed. Peter managed a look at Felicia and bit his lip. "Just looking at you makes me want to- nrghth!" Peter groaned again.

Felicia looked down at Peter's crotch, it was... obvious what was happening. His jeans had a very obvious outline of his cock, fully erect and hard, like he stuck a rolling pin in his pants in it. Felicia knew it was wrong to find arousal in her boyfriend's situation, but she couldn't help herself. The sight of his hard cock made her shiver in anticipation.

"Oh." Was all Felicia could say, she wanted to say more but nothing came to her mind, just Peter's cock filled her mind.

"F-Felicia, please... go." Peter couldn't look at his girlfriend, afraid to see the look or disgust on her face, seeing how much or a freakish pervert he was. Hearing the bed springs creak as she got up was much louder than it should have been and hearing the door close was like a stab to the heart.

Then he heard the sound of his web shooters being used.

'THWIP!'

'THWIP!'

'THWIP!THWIP!THWIP!'

Peter looked towards the door where the sound was coming from and saw...

"Felicia?" Peter said in confusion.

Felicia was using his Web shooters to web the door close, like he had done before she came here.

Felicia then casually took off the web shooters and turned towards Peter, looking him dead in the eyes before taking off her jacket and reaching for her top, lifting it over her head and revealing the white bra that was underneath.

Peter's eyes widened as he watched her strip. "Felicia?"

"You didn't think I'd let you deal with this all alone, did you?" Felicia chuckled and tossed the bra aside, not caring where it landed, all that mattered was her bare skin.

Felicia then leaned into Peter, looking him deep in the eyes, her emerald green orbs, looking into his chocolate brown eyes of his, those eyes usually full of life and wonder now full of lust and caution that made her weak at the knees.

"Neither of us have anything to do today so we are going to spend the day fucking until this heat of yours is out of your system. What do you say?" She asked with a sultry voice, giving Peter a seductive smile that would give a priest sinful thoughts.

Peter didn't respond verbally, instead, he gave a growl and pulled her into a searing kiss.

Later

Felicia stared up at the ceiling of Peter's apartment with wide eyes, breathing deeply as she clutched the covers that barely hid her sweaty naked form, the moisture making the sheets cling to her body, the platinum-blonde still coming down from her high. Her body shivered, feeling all the pleasure Peter had just given her, her mind in a daze, her legs numb and pussy sore, she could feel the latest load leaking out and adding to the puddle of cum that stained the bed. "Wow." She gasped out, her mind to frazzled to come up with anything else.

Felicia turned to her lover, an astonished look on her face, her eyes lingering on his form as she tried to catch her breath.

Peter laid beside her, breathing steadily as he slept with a peaceful smile, as if he hadn't simultaneously put all male porn stars to shame and ruined her for other men. The young man's body covered in sweat, hickeys, love bites and lipstick, but his breathing was much calmer and more relaxed than before.

Felicia just looked at Peter with a dumb founded look, still wide eyed. "Wow." She gasped out again, unable to come up with anything else. She couldn't believe it. Peter had just fucked her unlike anything before, it was the best sex she ever had, like his heat made him into an animal.

Felicia looked to the digital clock by the bed and saw it was now 1:00 AM.

"Wow." Felicia couldn't believe they spent nearly 12 hours fucking, only having breaks to eat and rehydrate.

She was amazed she could keep up, but damn, he fucked her like she was just a sex toy and she loved it, they had sex before but Peter was always gentle, especially since he had super strength and didn't want to hurt her but during his heat he was like a completely different person. It was like no matter what she did, how many times they fucked and how many times Peter came, his erection wouldn't stay down. "Wow." She said one last time, a smile on her face as she let herself begin to drift to sleep, snuggling up to her boyfriend, not minding how sweaty he was or the heat radiating from his body, she just wanted to feel him and rest after a day like today.

She knew the rest of today was gonna be sore, but it was worth it.

[babybatscreationsv2]

I watched Deadpool and Wolverine and I have thoughts

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ELEKTRA

I cannot believe I saw my girl Elektra again and yes I would have cried and thrown up if they killed her. If Blade and Gambit are both getting a new movie where's Elektra's?? I say we riot. And I'm only a little bit kidding. Spider-Man needs a new mother figure after all. How about an Elektra/Jessica Drew team up? OMG I'm just realizing they could have put her in the canceled Shang-Chi film. Does the Hand never face off with the Ten Rings? You would think a couple of a martial artist gangs would have a rivalry. We could have been shipping Elektra and Xialing 😭

Okay actual movie thoughts

Yes the car scene was in fact a sex scene and I don't even think that's even debatable. You can't tell me Hugh Jackman threw his head back like that and groaned like he was fucking cumming and it wasn't an analogy for sex and then following it up with a pan away/sunset shot? It was 100% an ode to the many gay writers who hid their desire to penetrate another man through swords, guns, and fangs. Bram Stoker would be proud

Do not watch this movie if you're uncomfortable with inappropriate sexual touching, or language for that matter. Everyone's getting sexually assaulted and it's a joke every time, but at least they call it what it is I guess?

I feel like the amount of graphic sex jokes was to cover for the fact that they were told not to joke too much about drug use. Although choosing to joke about how they can't do coke was possibly my favorite joke, don't ask me why

They sure did let that little people joke in there though... yikes. Disney is really begging people with dwarfism to jump their asses this year

The weakest part of the film was definitely the villain dialog. I guess they didn't want any big plot twisty reveals because man these dudes came out monologing and like who asked? Nobody. Why are they talking so much?

I have a genuine love for Happy becoming the new Stan Lee cameo. I just love that man as a character and it feels right that he has a hand in everything.

I saw someone on here pouting about the photo of Tony and Peter together and how Peter's face was covered BUT ACTUALLY it's a running gag in the comics that Deadpool can't see Spider-Man's face or hear his name. Even if Peter takes his mask off right in front of him the "Marvel censors" hide it from Wade and I hope to god that's why they covered it because it'll be so damn funny if and when they're both in a film together

Speaking of funny, the comedy in this film was so well done. They poured most of the jokes out in the first act and left room for the movie and the characters to be taken seriously. I'm here praying that the other Marvel writers take notes because while I'm a very emotional person who requires comic relief to get through most movies without crying, we all know the humor in Marvel films is getting to be a bit much.

I was holding my breath during the big team up thinking it was going to be Deadpool 2/Suicide Squad all over again, but they actually got to have their hero moment and it was beautiful.

But WTF? Why did Blade and Gambit get a big moment where they show off their skills but Elektra gets half the screen time during the fight and her moment is just her kicking someone? She has magic ninja abilities?? She could have also done something cool?? The martial arts stuff was cool in her stand alone film, it doesn't impress in a crowd of people who know how to fight. At least let her skillfully throw her sais or something, damn.

And how good is Channing Tatum as Gambit? I'm not a Channing Tatum fan or anything, but damn does he nail it.

NICEPOOL I love Nicepool, I have no idea what Deadpool variants exist in the comics because I actually hate multiverse stuff that isn't spiderverse, BUT it's canon that if Deadpool were to stop killing people that he would become pretty again and I love that there's a universe where's he just insanely nice and handsome mostly because I don't think they would ever make a Spider-Man/Deadpool film so at least we acknowledged that this happens, sorta, they don't really talk about why he's pretty and our Deadpool isn't

I love how it was a Deadpool film, but also everyone got their moment. It was barely even about him. He was the vehicle through which Wolverine and Nova and Laura got to tell their stories and it worked really well

I also feel like Wade getting Johnny killed felt weird and mildly out of character. He's an asshole, not a sadist. There's a big difference. If they wanted him dead to get rid of Chris Evans and still have their cameo, it didn't have to be Wade's fault

Wade and Logan recognizing Chris's face as belonging to Steve also sets a precedent for RDJ playing Doom. (It also means that yes people in universe will recognize him and angst will happen, I'm still crossing my fingers that there's multiple Dooms)

I give the whole thing a 4/5 had a good time, few complaints

[shmowder]

for the pjs ship thing...

whatever those are called....

could you do one with artemy and andrey? i don't think ive ever seen anyone talk about andretemy at all but it's one of the few pairings i really like for whatever reason and i wanna see what you think about them ! its so late while I'm sending this I'm going to bed snoopore

-🌈 anon

I DO SHIP THEM ACTUALLY!

I totally didn't get the spark in P2, but ever since I played P1 and watched Andrey keep calling Artemy, "Steppe man," no matter how many times the latter corrects him, just made me feel something.

Like oh oh, Artemy wants to punch him so bad but he won't because he plans on using Andrey, yk scamming him with herbs for shotguns and gaslighting him into thinking he found a new better twyrine recipe so the two brothers must stay in town and ignore the Bachelor who wanted them to leave.

Like oh my god, Artemy hates him so much. He views Andrey with more disgust than cow dung stuck to the bottom of his boots, yet he still has to deal with him because he is the only Menkhu in town.

Andrey is Artemy's biggest ever trial of patience, a constant tug on his nerves.

To rub salt to the wound, Andrey is indifferent to his hatred. He doesn't give a flying fuck what Artemy thinks of him, he knows the other needs him and he will make sure Artemy will always need him as long he remains the sweet wise Menkhu of this town, as long Peter has a taste to those steppe twyrines.

Andrey brings out the worst of Artemy but Artemy brings out the best of Andrey, does it make sense? Like when talking to Andrey in both Haruspex P2 and P1, you get the impression he is at least a decent person.

Then you do the bachelor route, and he shows his real claws and opinions of the filth around him.

Like Artemy makes him soft, which is why Andrey is so indifferent to his hatred, and kinda flirts with him every now and then.

While Artemy has every reason to hate him, especially with all the shit Andrey stirred amidst the kin in P1. The people who betrayed their own kin to sell him recipes, the herb brides made the dancers to the pub. Andrey acted like the town and the kin were his own personal playground, completely desecrating Artemy's culture under the name of his own personal freedom.

Artemy could easily snap, but he doesn't. He's smart about it. He uses Andrey's ignorance and lack of wisdom against him multiple times, if Andrey was aware of the amount of times Artemy foiled his plans right under his very own eyes he'd be filled with rage and humiliation.

Which is why I like it so much, To Artemy, the Stamatin twins are big buffoons. Two mumbling idiots who are so easy to trick. He doesn't understand the worship or reverence the utopians hold for them, he especially doesn't understand why Daniil likes them.

Best of all, these two consider Artemy kinda of a friend, more of an errand or colleague friend but still on friendly terms. Making their whole dynamic ten times funnier in Artemy's eyes who treats them like children with short attention spans.

Also, the idea of Artemy calling the polyhedron ugly to their face is hilarious. Andrey doesn't scare or intimidate him one bit, Peter is just pathetic in his eyes. They literally hold zero power and influence over him.

Side note, but I feel like Vlad Jr.'s type is men like Andrey and Artemy. All I'm saying is that he'd pay both of them to hate fuck in front of him if presented with the opportunity. Not even in a romantic way, like just full-on observing them.

If they do fuck, oh god it'd be glorious. Neither are willing to bottom–at least not to him of all people–so they'll switch and wrestle it out so much in bed. Andrey pulling Artemy's hair like one of his wenches he got so used to manhandling in bed, but Artemy leaves him with a black eye for it.

They both end up with so many scratches and bruises by the end of it, Artemy curses him out in steppe so much, Andrey gets so annoyed he doesn't know what he's saying and actually goes to attempt and learn the language the next day. Just to humiliate Artemy by openly calling him "my slut" in front of people in his own language.

Because let's face it, Andrey is used to herb brides and pliant women, to always getting what he wants and being bigger/stronger than anyone he meets. Even Eva was so sweet and soft. Artemy is literally a bull in a china shop sent to humble Andrey.

also here's Andrey's ideal uh situation for the meme above

[eyes-of-rock]

Staring Eyes

Paul Stanley X OC

I can feel his eyes on me. I can feel him watching my every move. In one sense, I like being watched, well, at least by him. In another, it’s uncomfortable.

I know why Paul is watching my every move. He's the hunter, and I'm the prey.

How could I not want him? He's one of the hottest men to grace this earth. He's a pinup, and he knows it; why else would he always have that chest on display?

It’s that I know sleeping with him is a bad idea. After all, I work for him. The last thing I need coming out is sleeping with the boss. As the band's assistant on the road, I also don't want to be accused of having a favourite band member. I love Ace and Peter dearly, but I know they'd flip out about it, and the band's relationships with each other are rocky at best. I'm not sure how long this grand reunion will last.

If I don't look at Paul, he will eventually give up and put all his focus back into putting on his makeup. I know what he's doing. He does it every night. He looks at me through the reflection of the mirror. Even he knows making it obvious is a bad idea.

God, I need someone to give me a job quickly. It’s hard to look back when you can feel someone's eyes on you. You’re strong, Roxy; you can do it.

“Roxy!” I hear Gene call my name. Now I have to look over in that direction; keep your eyes on Gene.

“Yes, Gene?”

“Come here.” He says, looking at me through his mirror and moving his finger to summon me closer.

“Yes?” I ask as I walk over to him, standing beside him.

Gene then takes his fingers and runs them down my cheek, smearing white face paint down my cheek. That fucker.

“Very funny.” I sigh, rolling my eyes.

“Now I need to go wash this off my face.”

“I thought so,” Gene says, beaming with pride at his little prank before returning to his makeup. “Many people would kill to have me paint on their face.”

“I’m not one of them,” I tell him as I disappear around the corner into the bathroom.

It's technically a man's locker room shower, but since the dressing rooms of this arena have been turned into the backstage for KISS, I don't think it matters.

I don't know if this stuff comes off with soap and water or if you need some special makeup remover. I guess I'm about to find out.

I take a paper towel and put a few pumps of soap before wetting it. I look into the mirror above the sink to remove the paint. I jump as I see Paul standing there.

Starchild? More like fucking ninja. How the hell did I not hear him come into this echoey room?

He has his makeup done. His is the simplest of the designs, with just a star over his right eye. He doesn't spend half the time yapping, unlike Ace and Gene.

“Let me help you.” He says, walking over to me holding a container of cream and a rag.

“No, I got it,” I say, being stubborn.

“Who’s the expert here, me or you?” Paul points out not about to take no for an answer.

“Fine.” I sigh; he has a point. I'm not the one wearing a full face of the stuff or the one who does it almost nightly.

“What is that?” I ask, pointing to the mystery cream.

“Cold cream.” He tells me as he opens the container and dips his fingers into it.

That's when it hits me: he's about to touch my face. Oh fuck. So much for trying not to have any form of contact with the guy. Whatever you do, stay strong, I remind myself.

He touches his fingers to the smear of paint on my cheek and starts rubbing the cream into it. The cream is cold. I guess that's why they call it that.

I don’t even know where to look. I don't want to look into his face, I don't want to look at his chest, yet it would be rude to be rude and look away.

“Am I really that revolting you must look at anything but me?” He asks; he doesn't sound hurt but more amused.

Nope. Quite the opposite. I find him much too appealing not to stare at; I don't want him to know I feel that way. Then again, he started this by constantly staring at me.

“No, I just don't want to weird and stare at you,” I admit.

“I wouldn't mind if you did.” He tells me, going over to the sink and washing the cream off his fingers before wetting the rag.

I don't know how to respond to that. So I don't. I look at him. I mean, what harm can just looking do anyway? If it's not right in the eyes, I should be fine.

Paul steps closer to me, takes the wet rag and starts cleaning off the cream and makeup. When he's finished he takes the rag way from my face.

“There you go.”

I look up at him without thinking about to thank him when our eyes meet. It feels like time stops. Like I'm some kind of trance brought on by those beautiful brown eyes. All I can think about is how much I wish he'd kiss me.

I know its wrong. I really do but all can think about is how gold those soft looking lips would feel on mine. He starts moving closer. I'm about to move closer myself when reality comes crashing down on me. I can't do this.

I snap my head away fast.

“Well thanks from help.” I say as I quickly leave the room.

This tour is going to be a long one isn't it?

[what-gs-watching]

“There is only room for one God in this lab and it's not yours."

Welp, my city has decided that it forgot how weather works, and we’re snowed in and there’s a frozen pipe in my goddamn basement and I finished an interview loop for a company last week so I’m just sitting here trapped in my house and waiting desperately for any news on if they might hire me and it’s not going amazing SO, 

It’s time for a FRINGE BINGE. 

I saw a post a week or two ago that Fringe might be leaving Max at the end of the month, and I couldn’t let it go without a rewatch. It’s one of the reasons I started playing “What G’s Watching” with my husband - he’d seen it when it first came out and I thought maybe he’d remember some of it and could understand my rambling, because you need some kind of background to truly grasp what the eff is happening in Fringe. He didn’t. But that didn’t stop me from becoming completely obsessed. 

Even when I’m not rewatching, sometimes I’ll yell “PREVIOUSLY ON FRINGE” when the show I’m actually enjoying does a recap. I don’t know why it’s stuck in my brain, but it doesn’t matter, I love it.

Here’s the thing about Fringe: it’s absolutely ridiculous. It’s like X-Files on acid (or Walter’s Brown Bettty?). The science is ridiculous and honestly it’s difficult to follow the lore sometimes, especially the first time through it. But it’s weirdly captivating and it tugs at your heart strings, which doesn’t make any sense.

Basically, FBI agent Olivia Dunham gets sucked into a special division that investigates weird occurrences that seem to have to do with ‘fringe science’, and she ends up enlisting Peter Bishop and his genius scientist father, Walter Bishop (who’d spent almost twenty years in a mental institution) to help her get to the bottom of what the eff is going on.

AND THEN THINGS GET CRAZY. 

They pump so much backstory into this show. There’s monsters of the week, sure, but every single character has a whole damn room full of skeletons and it was so much fun trying to puzzle all of that shit out the first time. In my rewatch so far, I’m picking up a ton of little random clues and I’m loving it. It’s clear that J. J. Abrams had some IDEAS. 

Also, I’ve never watched Lost, (and I never will, I put my foot down on that)  but I can confidently say this is the better J. J. Abrams show. The ending doesn’t make you ridiculously angry you watched the whole thing. So there’s that. 

Honestly, there’s too much I love about this show. The whole alternate universe plotline for one, which creates some of my favorite moments. But it’s mainly about Peter and Walter. At its core, this stupid show is about their father son relationship, and how far people are willing to go  to protect their family. Which is weird, but also perfect. 

Before the mental institution, Walter was a little bit of a sociopath, pursuing scientific enhancements, consequences be damned. He was a shit person. He ran tests on children, he fucked with the fabric of the universe. No fucks given, that man. But the Walter we get for most of the show is just…oddly charming. Quirky in his brilliance, instead of calculating. And it’s FUNNY and endearing. 

Olivia brings in another agent to help corral Walter in his resurrected lab beneath Harvard, Astrid, and he spends most of the series calling her anything but. “Astro”, “Astrix”, etc. It’s not malicious, he just can’t hold the information, as much as he appreciates the work she does with him. Like, how does that turn out to just be kind of cute? 

Some of my favorite made-up words are from Walter.  “Vagenda”, for one. Which is ‘vagina agenda’ obviously. As in, “Peter fell for her vagenda”, which had me rolling. Even if it came about during a storyline that made me absolutely FURIOUS, but in the best of ways. (There was a lot of time wherein I was yelling at my husband about how much I hated “Fauxlivia” and her vagenda, but honestly I don’t want to spoil it because the twists and turns this show takes are so wonderful, they should be experienced with absolutely no background.)

The whole thing with Walter is that he’s atoning for the sins of his past, even if he doesn’t really realize it at first, and it’s just, really comforting. His entire arc is compelling and satisfying, even if it leaves you a crying mess. 

Also, Peter Bishop is forever my perfect New England boyfriend. At first I’m not sure who they wanted him to be exactly, but eventually he smoothed out into just an earnest, genius, gorgeous man trying to do the right thing and get past all of the hurt Walter caused him. They put him in devastatingly handsome peacoats and he saves the day and he’s sweet to Olivia and I just spend most of the time swooning. That smile, gang.

Is it because I fell in love with Pacey Witter as a young girl during Dawson’s Creek’s heyday? 98% yes. I will always love Joshua Jackson and Pacey was done dirty for a while. And come to think of it, Peter was too. It’s his thing, apparently. 

I do  realize Olivia is supposed to be the main character probably, but she gets me to my two favorite guys so I guess she’s fine. Anna Torv is wonderful, she plays Dunham really well (which I imagine was grueling given some of the storylines) but the Bishops are the stars of the show. I just want to squeeze both of them.

The crazy thing is there are some episodes that will destroy you emotionally. The white tulip? Jesus. That one just came up in my rewatch, and it was still a punch in the face the second time. There’s one where Walter gets lost in Chinatown, I had to literally mute it because it’s gut wrenching. Even with the silliness and the science that makes you roll your eyes, they make you look at things you don’t want to, and it can hurt. I love/hate that so much. 

And look, I understand that the moral of the show is that science and technology can be dangerous and we shouldn’t let it get away from us because it could eventually cause the downfall of everything, but that’s not what I’m here for. I’m always here for the relationships. And the ridiculous ways we can get people to die. And the outlandish scifi. If you wanna remind me of things that I don’t want to think about in between that, I guess it’s okay, because it makes no sense, but when I think of Fringe, it just makes me feel warm and fuzzy. It’s not a warm and fuzzy show, but it is for me. 

I started watching it because it was a complete series that had a purposeful ending and I needed something, but it turned into a lot more than that. I’m jealous of people who can see it for the first time. It’s just so…special. In weird and wonderful ways. There will never be another character quite like Walter Bishop. Or a truly realized tv universe as outlandish. They swung for the fences, and it really landed; vagenda, the observers, Walternate, and all. 

Let Walter charm the shit out of you, you won’t be disappointed.

[irish-urn]

As one does, I've been thinking about Dasey lately (what else do I do? Absolutely nothing) and how utterly unhinged they are for each other.

They've never really admitted their feelings in the canon of the show (because the writers are cowards) but they're just insane. Constantly. And I love that for them, truly, but how did either of them ever have a relationship?

I get the Sam thing, because Sam is a pacifist and a little bit of a coward and there's Casey and Derek's giving the all clear so Sam doesn't want to step on any toes. Casey has never had a problem with it, it's why she pursued the man (well that and it pissed off Derek and that's always a plus, he's so entertaining when he's pissy and staring at her like that), but they call it off because Casey just doesn't feel enough.

(please ignore, much like the writers, that Casey feels too much for Derek consistently throughout the show.)

Her next serious boyfriend is Max, who definitely makes sense as a guy Casey would date. He's enough of a douche, while also being attractive (ig, I don't see it) and Derek hates him. Being captain of the football team gives her an existential crisis because she completely changes herself for him, but Max is popular and the opposite of Derek. Max is supposed to be Prince Charming! But he pisses her off because he just doesn't understand. He doesn't even try to get her fucked up relationship with Derek, because he just sees it as insane and Casey being neurotic, because he doesn't get that no matter how annoying and insane Derek's being (like thinking he can fight The Fridge, what the fuck is he thinking?! Even Derek has more sense than that), she's going to fight to the death for him. Max just doesn't get it. And in the end, they break up because they're fundamentally incompatible. Max can't accept Casey, flaws and all, because he doesn't want the flaws.

(please ignore that Derek accepts all of Casey's flaws from the moment they meet, and as much as he pesters her about them, he very clearly appreciates them all like the writers did.)

And then there's fucking Truman. Not one of the better presidents or love interests. His introduction being rating women is definitely a sign he's fundamentally wrong for Casey and just her excuse to rebel, because he's not even that cute. He's just there and a "bad boy" and Casey wants to rebel a little. Truman is an ass and the worst and an obviously terrible person and partner, but she loves him because she sees the good in him. Even after he makes out with her cousin, which. Casey's a better person than me; I never would've spoken to either of them. When they break up, it's because Casey respects herself again.

(please ignore that Truman is a manifestation of all of Casey's worst fears about Derek, that he's all of his worst traits brought to life, that he parallels him in a weird number of ways for it to be normal like the writers did.)

Jesse is just there. He's boring, he's got a shaved head and facial hair for some reason, he can dance. Theoretically, this is Casey's Prince Charming. A boring, normal guy. Except they obviously don't work out because the man has no personality or spine. Throughout VWD, he just lets Derek do his thing, which is probably the only reason they last at all.

(please ignore that Jesse is literally designed to be the opposite of Derek, someone who's boring and living by a plan and that Casey should end up with logically but who it's clear she doesn't feel passion with like the writers did.)

Peter, arguably Casey's worst choice, is the absent husband who we know nothing about. Except that he plays hockey and lives like he's 15. Now, I have lots of headcanons about that, but Peter specifically seems to be someone that Casey doesn't want to talk about. There's no passion, there's exhaustion because he's not there.

(please ignore that Peter is Derek on the surface, in college, but he's nothing like him at the core of it because Derek sees Casey struggling and moves in without a second thought like the writers did.)

And then there's Derek's love interests. Kendra, who definitely was someone he only dated for status who liked him more than he ever liked her (which is truly tragic, because I love Kendra so dearly). She's supposed to be perfect for him, and on the surface, she is, but there's nothing deeper. That relationship was less intimate than most of Derek's friendships. Kendra bored him because she never challenged him on anything, she never really made him feel alive.

(please ignore that, for better or worse, Casey has always made Derek feel too much and too strongly and been there, in the front of his mind, since they met, like the writers did.)

Sally is sweet and kind and challenges Derek and forces him to deal with his emotions. She's everything that's theoretically perfect for Derek, but for whatever reason, what he feels for her is clearly never the strongest force in his life. He loves Sally, more than he's ever loved someone romantically, but I think they both know, even as the relationship is happening, it's not forever. Derek's always on his best behavior, trying to prove himself and Sally, I think she knew this was fun and young but not permanent.

(please ignore that Derek refuses to try and be anyone other than himself, whatever version he is that day, to Casey, that she's always the strongest force in his life no matter how much he loves Sally, like the writers did.)

Truly. With their behavior, how did either of them ever get into a relationship? And not canonically fall in love, have three kids, get married and live somewhere together surrounded by Casey's library (which, yes, Derek, was a necessity), the pond out back that Derek can play hockey on in the winter with the kids (well, except their son, who ironically refuses to play hockey. It's the greatest bane of Derek's life) even though Casey has 911 on standby the entire time, the basement that has somehow been turned into a half man cave half game room that is constantly full of teenage boys arguing over such things as the best Jane Austen adaptation and whether or not burping the alphabet is sophisticated, the old office (before Casey's library was finished) that the girls have turned into a sitting room, covered in whatever chaotic projects they're involved in (this week it's a robot and a skirt. Casey refuses to question it), and their entire family surrounding them? Truly, how is that not the canon of Life With Derek?

(writing this might actually make me write the fic where they have three kids and a domestic life. goddammit. I fully blame you.)

Do you mean to tell me that there are people out there who DON'T think about Dasey every day? Honestly, sounds fake.

Listen: I have been thinking about Dasey so much this week that I started and am already half-done another fic that I'm hoping to finish in the next few days when I SHOULD be writing a paper for school.

So first of all: yes to your thoughts. And to add to them: do you ever think about how utterly terrifying it must be to have these feelings? I mean, basic emotions are bad enough, but imagine having huge, fiery, irrational feelings for your STEP-SIBLING. Who is, by all accounts, the absolute worst.

And I know you and I have been very respectfully screaming at each other about Derek's self-esteem issues, but can we talk about how Casey's terrible choice in guys is a reflection of HER idea of her worth??? Like, I always understood why she liked Sam -- for all that he is passive, he's NICE and sweet and respects her (I don't think he's that cute, but attraction is irrational anyways). Max probably has a lot to do with Casey wanting to be seen as more than a keener and a grub. And Truman, well. We all know what Truman is.

(A+ analysis on Jesse too, btw)

The thing that gets me is Casey taking Truman back and Derek asking Emily out, because we as viewers are pretty sure it's the writers going, "Oh snap, we can't have Derek and Casey going to ANOTHER prom together. Once is a funny accident, two is a pattern." But if we remove the writers, what do we get? We get a Derek and a Casey who are equally as afraid to end up going to senior prom together, so afraid that Derek asks out Emily, who he has never shown interest in before, Casey takes BACK Truman, and then Casey wraps a bow of "same difference" around it just to finish it off.

They're. Both. So. Scared.

ALSO, we can scream about LWL, but I am a very vain person who thinks of her kick at the darkness series as more canon than that movie, as much as I enjoyed that movie, but we CAN scream about Derek and Casey as parents and how bruised they both are and how that movie just proved how much they need each other.

OR we can scream about Dasey's children and how I know all four of them and their lives and their very chaotic and loving household, and Derek's three girls who adore him and have him wrapped around their fingers, and Casey's little boy who everyone thought would be just like Derek because he LOOKS just like him, but he's a keener and clumsy and such a McDonald it makes Derek's chest hurt with how much he loves them. We can talk about dance sessions in the kitchen, about guitars and music sheets that don't stay in the music room, about video game tournaments and blanket forts when there's bad weather or a hard day at school or work; about stay-at-home Derek after he retires from hockey and how the basement becomes his hobby room (because once the kids are in school, he gets BORED, okay???) (Don't worry, I know where he ends up; it's in podcasting with Marti), about baking weekends with Casey, and family grocery trips.

Yes. Let's.