#i didnt even know what happened was on purpose

[kisses4spidey]

renovation | ☆ミ p. parker

summary - y/n renovates the spare bedroom into something she thinks peter will love, but there’s something he loves even more.

genre - fem!reader x peter, fluff, domestic

warnings - kissing, can be read as any peter but i imagined tasm!peter :)

w.c - 800+

a/n - first marvel fic ever!!!! i hope yall like it. i was inspired by that one stardew valley scene- also i dont actually know alot about photogrpahy and darkrooms but hey you write and you learn.

You stood back from the second bedroom and sighed, a smile crossing your face as feelings of self-accomplishment and proudness rushed through you. The room was set up with two desks, bottles of processing fluids, papers, storage containers and string hung from one side of the room to the other.

Though it was a small room, your heart felt big when you looked at it. You originally scolded yourself for doing this, as Peter had insisted on the room being your office or library (he was getting tired of book stacks), but as your hard work ties in together in a picture of purpose, you mentally wipe the dust of your shoulders and hold up a trophy reading 'Best Girlfriend Ever'.

One last time, you checked to make sure the red lights worked and that everything was set in place, as Peter's nightly retirement from swinging through the city was approaching. The time that actually happened was varying night to night, but you hoped he caught you before you fell asleep and he discovered the darkroom himself.

You situated yourself on a stool facing the kitchen counter, which faced the door. An old tie was resting on the bench, as well as your phone which buzzed unanswered messages from coworkers and friends. The doorknob jiggled with the sounds of keys (he changed his ways of climbing through the window after you almost got doxxed) before the door opened. You stood, dressed in a sleeping shirt and some pyjama pants, and rushed to him. Avoiding his hello kiss unintentionally, you wrapped the tie around his head and giggled to yourself. Peter was adorned in loose jeans and a shirt with a physics joke you didnt understand, his hair messy from flying through the wind for the past four hours.

"What's going on?" His cheeks bunched in a smile, as he placed his bag down before reaching out to you blindly.

"I've got a surprise for you, your not allowed to look beforehand."

He smirked and let out a sigh, "Oh god you haven't tried to paint me again have you?"

"Nope. Something much better." You took his biceps in your hands, squeezing them in excitment and anxiety as you pulled him down the hallway.

Peter had an idea where you were going, but not why. The new-ish apartment was basically memorised by now, and by the time you stopped pulling him he assumed he was stood in front on the spare bedroom. It had been unfurnished for the six months you had been moved in there, and even if he insisted you made it your own personal space, you denied the idea immediately.

Next, he felt you fingertips brush against his cheeks and unwrap the tie from his eyes. The first thing he saw was your beaming face and your hand on the doorknob behind your back. All he wanted was to squeeze your face and place a million kisses on your face, but alas you looked too excited to even blink.

His eyes darted from your eyes to the floor under the door and unconsiously raised one eyebrow with curiosity. It was tinted red.

"Okay. Before we go in, there are things that definitly need to be added and arranged differently but that depends on how you like things. Seriously, like this is not going to be everything you need-"

Peter gently pushed you to the side and opened the doorknob, eyes still on yours, "I'm sure whatever's behind this door is-"

He was met with a darkroom. A room to accompany his imense love for photography, in his very own apartment. He didn't need to rent out a dark room anymore, or borrow time from someone else. It was right here. He could photograph to his heart's content.

The strings we are at his eye level, and they swayed slightly when he bent down to observe the whole room. It was hard at first to differentiate one object from another due to the red hue of the entire room, but nonetheless he loved it.

"Is perfect." He finished his sentence in shock.

His gaze spun to face you, your back to him as you closed the door. When you turned, your face was full of anxiety and expectance. His eyes raked your face, he ducked below a string and grabbed your face, smashing his lips to yours.

You squealed in surprise and giggled into his lips. He ripped away - hands not leaving your face - and he started rambling. "This is perfect, Y/n! Oh my gosh. This is like the best thing ever- I'm a little angry that you didn't use it for yourself- But still this is like..." His eyes swirled with adoration and love, and it almost made your legs turn into jelly.

A weight was lifted off your shoulders at his reassuring words. You let out a happy laugh, "You deserve it, I'm glad you love it."

He took one more look at the room with the biggest smile you've seen on him in a while, before turning his attention to you once again. "Oh, but I like you much more."

He kissed you hard, opening the door behind you and leading you to your bedroom.

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[kanaakane1219]

will you forgive him...?

summary/synopsis idk: u and the cutie kunikuzushi r dating, u get bullied, he doesnt stand up for you, and things just escalate. (THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC SRY FOR THE SHARTY DESC)

he didn't mean it.

he was abandoned, and all his life he's been a puppet, a wanderer, how would he know how to respond to you getting insulted?

He was scared. He wanted to stand up for you, he wanted to give those people a harsh tongue lashing, he wanted to beat them up, but he still stood there, rooted to the ground, unable to muster a single word. He didnt believe people were capable of being rude to you, much less insult you. You were neither ugly, nor were you unsuccessful. He had always found your paintings mesmerising and unique, all the strokes so smooth and perfect, not like what a puppet like him could do. But every time you would try to get your work on display somewhere, or when you tried to sell some at a convention, all your paintings would be left untouched. Your wish of making people around the world happy with your art would forever be forever just a pipe dream. When he saw your face, usually so bright and ever-smiling, turn so dull and unhappy in an instance, and deep down, he knew your reason for creating art was to make the world a happier place, he could only mutter out these words, as the guilt tore at his heart.

"im sorry, dear…"

12 days.

12 days since he last saw your face.

he knew. he knew full well it was his fault, as your boyfriend to protect you, to keep you safe. He only realised once you started to cry, and then he realised, he couldn't comfort you. he didnt know how. and when he came to that realisation, that perhaps his puppet heart could not love you like you would want someone too. And the thought brought him to tears. Because he really did love you. But maybe it wasn't enough. And maybe you were worthy of someone better than a puppet.

Then you ran away. But of course, what did he expect, he saw you crying, and didnt know what to do. It hurt seeing you like that.

"Kunikuzushi…i always spend my precious time to comfort you, and now, all you can do is stand there while everyone treats me like laughingstock??!"

The moment you called him Kunikuzushi instead of "Kuni", he knew he had really messed up. You had never tried to distance yourself from him. Looking back now, he clenched his fist, as tears uncontrollably began to fall from his eyes. He really was incompetent. But he just found it incomprehensible that people could talk about you like that. why didn't you think the same way about yourself? He was so, so, so sorry. You had always comforted him when he cried, so now, why couldn't he do the same? but he remembered what you told him that night when you found him sobbing into his tear-stained mattress, because he had a night terror, about the Electro Archon, his mother, Ei, and that a useless puppet like him wasn't worthy of such a gentle and delicate human like you. But you never complained. You never shouted at him for being noisy or waking you up. Instead, your eyes glistened in the moonlight, and with your soft eyes and loving gaze, you assured him that no matter what happened in the past, you would still love him.

"Everyone deserves a second chance, and so do you!"

He didn't believe it at the time, and he still could not bring himself to. A fragile puppet, who was abandoned by his own creator, his own mother…her words still echoed in his mind.

"You will have no relevance in my plan for eternity. You are merely a puppet, there is no need for you to retain you in my realm of consciousness. The Raiden Shogun is sufficient."

Those words were like gunshots to his heart. His own mother. The person whom he trusted at that time, had abandoned him. The Raiden Shogun was sufficient? And he was not? What sin did he commit to be born not even as a human, but a puppet, and still get rejected? Was his purpose for being created not to aid in her plan for pursuing an everlasting eternity? Why didn't she show any affection towards him? Was her realm of consciousness really no place for a puppet? He pondered, not able to acknowledge the truth, that he was now a wandering puppet with no real purpose in life. A puppet filled with rage, loneliness, fear of betrayal, and the throbbing pain in his heart. But that being said, it meant that even if he was a puppet, he still had a human heart, right? And Niwa said so too. But what if he was tricking him too? What if it wasn't genuine, what if it was all a facade, like what happened with Ei? She had left him on the dirty, muddy ground without a word. Even if the Plane of Euthymia was cold and lonely, at least his creator was there. At least he had a place to belong. But now what? was now a wanderer. He tried hard. He really, painstakingly, tried to rise up to Ei's standards, but to no avail. He was merely a puppet. He was both sufficient. He was of no use in her plan for an eternal Inazuma. A wandering, lost puppet was what he was. He was simply, plainly, utterly useless.

…Even if that was true, your words…he so desperately wanted to believe them, lie or not. He didn't want to recall those days of suffering, the mental anguish, and the fear residing in his chest when he recalled the events of that horrid night. Everyone deserves a second chance…if it was really true, then he was going to make it up to you, this was his last chance,this fleeting opportunity, and he wasn't going to let it slip away. He was determined to make you smile again, that sweet, loving smile that he longed to see again. The smile he missed so much, he couldn't go to bed without thinking of it. Without thinking of how to put that smile back on your face. In fact, he couldn't even get a wink of sleep without you lying next to him. And your laughter, the way your cheek starts to flush and heat up when he caresses it, he misses it all. It was you that he missed.

So how would he make it up to you? Write a letter, of course. It was the only thing that the puppet was even slightly proficient at. So he took a brush, some black ink, and a piece of paper and started to write…

"Im sorry for not standing up for you."

Too straightforward.

"Im sorry i was incompetent. I dont deserve to be forgiven."

Okay, but too self-destructive. And you never like to see him like that.

"Please forgive me. I was just shocked, i know it was my duty to protect you, but in the end, its always the other way round. and if i could just go back in time, i would have never let those jerks talk like that about you, because your tears are just like needles piercing my heart. but the past is the past, and i'm sorry. Your paintings are simply beautiful, i found it mind boggling how they could say things like that to your face. I know how you feel, and i want you to know that i truly care for you, and that this was all a misunderstanding. This was all my fault…if you are free, could we go out for dinner tonight? I'd like to properly apologise. And, i love you, dont forget that."

A little cheesy, but cute. (Added bonus, he stuck a scarameow sticker on it!!)

And now, you're sure to forgive him…how can you stay mad at him after such a heartfelt apology?

[thundercatwaffle]

@staff @support

I made a request about getting account unrestricted or unshadowbanned or whatever happened a month ago. Can I please get a response?

Can I at least find out why i got put in the naughty corner so that I dont do it again?

Did I flag too many porn bots and get labeled as a spammer?

Please don't ghost me!

[topaziraphale]

"Stop saying Crowley won't help Aziraphale in S3 he'd go back to him in a HEARTBEAT and nothing would stop him" I get it no one likes the idea of Crowley being bitter after what happened for a long period of time but like can we at least acknowledge that he's currently going through probably the most emotional pain in his life since falling? Can we agree that he's opened his heart entirely - something you couldn't pay him to do unless the world is literally ending and he's desperate - to Aziraphale, and got shot down? Can we understand that he did it AGAIN only to lose Aziraphale again? Not that what Aziraphale did isn't without Crowley's own shortcomings (hiding the truth of Heaven's cruelty from him) but like,,,,

The appeal here isn't Scorned Crowley Doesn't Love Aziraphale Anymore, or Never Wants To Help Him Again, the appeal here is Crowley learning enough self respect to not just walk back right to Aziraphale like nothing happened after Aziraphale has had a pattern of consistently refusing him. Going years ping-ponging between "We're not friends I don't even know him" to "That's what friends are for right?" and "We're friends, why would you even say anything?" and "Friends? We're not friends. We are an angel and a demon!"

Like I get it, Crowley is a heartbreakingly forgiving person. Of course he's gonna forgive Aziraphale, I'll be surprised if he didn't forgive him by the time he walked out the bookshop door, but gdi he could at least grant himself the luxury of being at least a little irritated for longer than however long it takes to make a globe and some books float and angrily cry out to God in his flat. But due to the change of pace and dynamic that is establishing part of the conflict for Season 3, I just really like the idea of him for ONCE prioritizing himself and being like "Okay, fine. We'll get back at it when you're ready, then," instead of just taking Aziraphale back like his words and actions meant nothing to him, when clearly they have an effect on him.

What is Aziraphale going to learn if Crowley just accepts what he did so quickly, like he always has the entire time they've been friends? Idk maybe I'm just projecting too much darkness on their dynamic but I mean, if the pattern of Aziraphale pushing Crowley away/disrespecting him one day and then being fine with his friendship the next + Crowley never stopping to be like "Hey, that's not cool, at least give me a little credit" or smth was fine all along and will continue to be fine in the future, then why, after 6,000 years of being friends and loving this demon, can Aziraphale still not accept that Crowley is just fine the way he is, and instead got excited to promote him to an angel in a heartbeat once the opportunity presented itself? You can't blame all of it on Heaven when Aziraphale has demonstrated his free will/defiance to Heaven so many times. Or, I don't know, I guess maybe we can? Maybe I'm just craving too much angst to the point where I'm letting it cloud my analysis of canon. Idk.

[thejadecount]

2012 and Rise TMNT Crossover Masterpost

I love it how in most crossover fanfics with one or the other iterations of the TMNT and ROTTMNT the main cause of the whole ‘crossing universes’ usually almost always leads back to Rise Donnie messing with portal/Multiverse technology.

Because admit it if anyone could and would break the Multiverse it would be Rise Donnie.

Like whenever I come across a new fic I can just imagine him turning on a gigantic machine that’s glowing and sparking and all his brothers terrified behind him while he’s just:

“IT’S EITHER I BREAK SCIENCE OR SCIENCE BREAKS ME, AND DAD DIDN’T RAISE A LITTLE BITCH!”

And then he just screws everyone over and breaks the multiverse.

[bottombaron]

it honestly surprises me that i don't hear anything about the very real possibility that Nandor could have sired Dracula

[cheriboms]

doctober day 12: train tracks

fact: their favorite bedtime story is 'how mom, dad, and clint eastwood stole a locomotive and saved the space time continuum'. source: dude trust me

[stevethehairington]

book 5 of the year done!!!! im literally one book away from halfway to my goal and the first month of the year isn't even over yet fjsksk i am DEFINITELY going to hit it this year!

[alchemiclee]

been looking in tags for a few days now to see if anyone else found the whole high cloud quintet and related story to be a bit.....poorly written, nonsensical, contradictory, full of plot holes and loose ends, etc. apparently i'm not the only one. (and i'm not even talking about shipping stuff, because any time I saw someone mad about bad writing, someone always replies to be homophobic and laugh about failed ships. weirdos.) it could have been so good but was thrown into the garbage for the most part (IF you noticed all the plot holes and contradiction. if not, then it's a fine enough story tbh. I expect most people to see it on surface level and not read all the little hidden lore bits and try to piece it together like my autistic brain did. which is ok! enjoy it if you liked it and ignore me 😆)

[cosmicrhetoric]

im undecided on how i feel about berserk cause on one hand some of it really hit hard and i like the main Question of god and fate etc. that the series is about but on the other hand man idk 😬. i do think the funniest possible outcome of me trying to read this is actually just playing dark souls instead

[authoralexharvey]

It's my mother's birthday and all I can think of is all the ways she traumatized me growing up.

[doomednarrative]

The thing is that Light Yagami is actually one of my favorite characters of all time, I just don't say it a lot cause I don't want people getting the wrong idea that I agree with him or think he's in the right. He's not, and he sucks, but he does have a depth in the same vein as L that fascinates me, and tbh if I hadn't watched DN for the first time when I was 12 maybe I'd feel different but like. He definitely influenced my taste in characters iirevocably going forward.

[lesbian4lqg]

one thing i really appreciate about svsss is that with anyone else in shen yuans role?

the system's lbh mood ring points (satisfaction, heartbreak, etc) would be considered an invasion of privacy more than the whole transmigration thing already is or at least a source of valuable insight but instead

its shen yuan. if anything the mood ring reveals make him more confused

[todayisafridaynight]

oh girls dont look im rambling in here

[caffeinatedopossum]

Thinking about how one time at church, this girl who always asked how I was doing once told me that I couldn't say "tired" anymore and had to give her a "real" response. Almost casually told her I wanted to kill myself

[engagemythrusters]

oh so now i dont get to see bo-katan's face anymore??? what am i even HERE for then?!