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0509-brainrot · 6 months

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POST THE DOUBKE PARALLELS PLSPLSPLS

HNGH OKAY SO,

First of all just some General Visual Parallels (ones that while I don't have any particular Thoughts or Deep Analysis on they're Neat :) (also they fit more into the overarching smoking trio parallels since Kazui has a matching one too) I'm sorry Kazui my blog is so biased orz)

Mfs when they hold the left side of their face while forcing out a pained smile (Although with Mikoto it's just his general lying/trying to brush off his own suffering while with Shidou we're looking at him at his most painfully honest) ((Also they both have phone calls in their songs which I think is Great))

Cool eye shots :) (Am I the only one who thinks Mikoto's eyes are very pretty :sob: ((Also now the entire smoking trio has one of these close up eye shots, I also love that Mikoto and Orekoto both get individual shots nobody gets left out (Ignoring the fact that they Disbanded)))

Okay but time for. My Actual Shitty Parallels Analysis bear with me guys here this is gonna get Messy,

Idk if I talked about this Before but Shidou and John (I'm sorry guys I Need to adjust to it I'm gonna call him John here) are both obviously extremely tied to their "purpose" of protecting people, specifically their loved ones (Shidou's Family/Mikoto). However they obviously go at it very Differently, John's method Is harmful (violence/killing) while Shidou's is supposed to be the complete Opposite (treating/healing).

There's also something interesting about their victims. I can't say for sure from Double if Multiple people were Actually murdered, but it seems to be portrayed that way by John at least; he and Shidou both portray themselves as having multiple victims, and they're also portrayed completely differently than their loved ones (Flowers/Tags, Mannequins, they're not entirely portrayed as people and have little to no identity, their lives were set aside to protect/save the ones they cared about)

(The environment in Shidou's MV is also very sterile and clean looking while John's is covered in blood. They're both surrounded by their representations of the lives they took)

From what we've seen this purpose is currently what basically makes or breaks their will/reason to live, these people are their entire worlds, if they can't even save the ones they care about they may as well have nothing, and what happened with that purpose of protecting?

Well. They failed.

Shidou's fails to protect/save his family and John fails to protect/save Mikoto, and their arcs with how they go Forward with this failure completely Kills Me

I fucking. Hrmghsdflbds these shots at the ends of their respective mvs are the shots that pretty much prompted this post. Shidou reaches out and, despite his failures, tries to push past his self-hatred and resolves to continue living and protecting others. Meanwhile, John closes in on himself with renewed self-hatred, and decides that it would be better off if he disappeared/went dormant.

Just. Aheem aheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeem

GOD, GOD (while the shots themselves don't exactly parallel, the lyrics. Oh The Lyrics)

"So hey, prolong my life" / "If only I were never born, if only"

"I'm Dispensable" / "I'm So Sorry"

Minus the "Why, why" in Double, these are the Last Two Lines for both of their songs and,

I'M GONNA HIT SOMETHING,

We see John with the most Openly Distressed expression we've seen on him meanwhile Shidou has almost Cold Resolve

Shidou and John's arcs are going in completely opposite directions and that Breaks my Fucking Heart Man oh my God get me Out of here Get Me Out (I hope these shots also helps articulate that parallel I tried to make earlier about the different ways they go at protecting people? Shidou puts on new white, clean gloves meanwhile John's hands are completely coated in blood and just. Man,).

Just. Yeah. Yeah,

Pain

God I hope this makes sense to Someone I'm going Insane

Most miserable guys ever I love them so much </333

#milgram #milgram project #mikoto kayano #shidou kirisaki #0509 #0905 #0509 ramblings #admittedly i'm very apprehensive about posting this to the main tags #while all the Real theories are rolling in and stuff #i'm kinda worried about people looking at me like i'm Insane and like Yeah I Am but also orz orz #praying this stays with my audience you guys see the Vision Right #they make me So Ill i'm gonna Throw Something Goddddddd #guys pleaseplaspelape if you have thoughts or a response to this Let Me Know we Need to feed each other Thoughts me thinks

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8aji · 2 years

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do you think he’ll think i’m really pretty? // s.s.

pairing: shinichiro sano x baji!reader, ft. little brother baji

wc: 1.6k

synopsis: harmless threats will get to you eventually, but you’ll tolerate it as long as he helps you pick out between silver and gold, and a pair of heels.

tags/cw: fluff, gendered terms used on reader (nee-chan), baji is reader's little brother, cursing, baji/reader dynamic centric, shin appears at the end, mentions of knives but in reference to a meme, reader does her makeup and wears earrings, heels aren't explicitly mentioned i just put it in the synopsis, typos, grammarly lied— let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: im so tired idk what to say LMFAO but i hope you enjoy as much as i enjoyed writing it <3 i adore baji so much and he deserves the world. thank u @thelastoreo for helping me figure out my crisis and @guav your flaco shinichiro MWAH!

m.list 𖥻 tags 𖥻 byi/dni

Tunes were tuning, and you were laser-focused on the mirror, ignoring the indescribable mess sitting on the counter. Keisuke sat on the green step stool he used to brush his teeth, cheek smushed against his fist with a bored expression looming on his features. He couldn't help but roll his eyes every time you groaned in discontent, rubbing with your fingertips at the smudged makeup.

“I can’t believe Shinichiro-nii asked you out,”

You whispered a shut up under your breath, rolled your eyes at him and continued flicking the blending brush against your skin. Despite putting together a nice outfit, a dashing makeup look and picking out a couple of accessories, your inherent indecisiveness when it came to impressing Shinichiro Sano was too much for you to handle on your own.

“He’s too good for you anyway,” He huffed, pouting.

Biting your lip to hide the cheesy smile threatening to grace your features, you ignored his taunt and grabbed both pairs of hoops sitting in front of you. One gold and one silver, you let them dangle on your fingers enjoying the coolness of them both for a bit, before holding them up in front of him.

“He’s so cool and you’re…you— I like the gold ones better.”

The urge to smack the back of his head, overpowering, but you held back. Instead, you agreed with his choice, following him blindly through your wishy-washy decision-making tendencies.

“You know he rides a motorcycle, right?— I like the red one the most—you can’t even get your driver’s licence,”

You went to pick the colour he was referring—or the one you thought he was referring—to, humming along the song under your breath until you felt his hand smack yours. It didn’t hurt, per se, but it did make you flinch in surprise, almost gasping in disbelief. He stood up, hands on his hips, annoyed, a disproving look in his eyes.

“I meant the other red, see? You’re dumb.”

How silly of you, almost as if the lipsticks you had shoved under his nose for him to pick were all varying shades of the same colour, red.

“I’m dumb? You can’t even write your own name, stupid.”

“You didn't— Mom! Nee-chan called me stupid!”

“Shut the fuck— I didn’t! Keisuke’s lying!”

“I’m not! You said— oh, pick that sparkly one.”

All it really took to calm him down was to show him a couple of highlighter options for him to choose from, little fangs poking his bottom lip as he grinned. He’d never admit to it out loud, but even if you didn’t force him to work as moral support, he’d willingly keep you company while you got your makeup done, entranced with the way different products sparkled under the bathroom lights, entranced with the way you seemed to be using your face as a canvas.

He sat back down, legs dangling back and forth. Cute, anyone would think, but the smugness behind those evil-manipulative-child-sized eyes made your blood boil, frowning because you knew, he knew you needed him on your good side, play nice with him for reasons like a) needing his help, and b) if you wanted your mom to let you hang out with the love of your life. And, you knew, he knew, you knew that; he’d be stupid not to exploit this opportunity.

“Where are you guys going anyway?”

“None of your business.”

“Remember that time you broke the tv?” He asked, eyes sparkling as if he didn’t know what he was doing. “you had to use my piggy bank to buy a new one before mom got home, do you think she noticed the colour change?"

“We’re going to a party.” Muttering the answer between gritted teeth, your response made him sparkle with joy. He looked uncannily similar to the smug cat from that one meme.

“What kind of party?”

“Why do you care?”

“I think the pan you threw at me once still has a dent on it.”

Vibing to the music coming out of your phone’s speakers was getting progressively harder, you could almost feel a vein pop out on your temple, you could only take so much teasing without being able to ‘jab back’. Even if you asked him how the hell he got so annoying, he’d probably Uno-reverse-card you, tell you he learned it all from you.

“When are you leaving anyway? I don’t wanna see your ugly face anymore—”

“Keisuke,” you cut him off, making eye contact with him through the mirror; he shuddered. You could handle being threatened with a death sentence, AKA him snitching to your mom, but would not tolerate this little shit (endearingly, and only slightly threatening) calling you ugly. “Rephrase that.”

“Sorry,” he disliked getting scolded, but even he had to admit he might’ve gone just a little too far; breaking the unspoken rule of never mocking each other’s appearances. “I meant, when is Shinichiro-nii getting here? I wanna see him.”

Right after mentioning your beloved his best friend’s brother, the roaring sound of a motorcycle engine broke through the music, catching the both of you off-guard. It was only when it shut down that you looked at each other, making eye contact in a state of despair.

“Grab me a pair of heels while I finish here.”

This time he didn’t try to playfully exploit his role as an executive assistant, instead going straight to your closet and picking a pair of shoes that went the best—or at least good according to a child’s standards—with the outfit you chose, helping you fasten the straps on your ankles as you finished spritzing some setting spray.

He ran out the door, screaming SHIN-NII!!!!!! as if he hadn't seen the older boy in forever, jumping onto his arms and making him lose his balance as the both of them laughed.

“I missed you!” He exclaimed, beaming as Shinichiro ruffled his hair after putting him down. “Can I please sit on your bike?”

Their laughter could be heard from inside the house, and after you let your mom know you were heading out, you were met with the wholesome scene of Keisuke sitting in front of Shin, as the older tried teaching him the correct way to hold onto the hand clutch, how to switch on and off the light, and so on.

You didn't dare intrude on the moment, though announcing your presence wasn't necessary because as soon as you entered your brother’s peripheral field of vision, he called out to you.

“Nee-chan! Look! Shin-nii is teaching me how to ride a bike!”

The sudden intrusion made his companion stumble, trying to stabilise the bike as Keisuke tried to stand on the seat. Still, even after regaining his balance, he fumbled, hard, as soon as he took a moment to take in the sight of you, almost missing the bike when he tried leaning against it, in a very nonchalant, very not Shinichiro, way.

“Hey,” he prays to anything out there that you didn't notice the subtle voice crack that accompanied his words; news flash, you did. “You look really neat, nice, I meant nice.”

“Just nice?” you teased, not letting the opportunity of taking the upper hand go; he was cute while flustered.

“I– no, I meant that I think you’re really pretty.”

“Thanks.” You beamed, soaking in the praise like a cat would roll around in the sun, though trying to keep your cool regardless. After all, You were as weak for him as Shinichiro was for you.

But good things don’t last, because of course he saw the opportunity to tease you back, even if his teasing sucked and left him a bigger flustered mess.

“So you agree?” another one of your boys looked like the smug cat with a knife against his throat. “You think you’re really pretty?”

“I’m never showing you the shit I like again.”

Ah, Shinichiro Sano, to get lost in his eyes was not only the ultimate fantasy but a very plausible reality, that was until Keisuke tugged on your hand, shaking the jar he had taken from the kitchen in what seemed like milliseconds.

“Swear jar,” he prodded. You rolled your eyes, once again basking in Shin’s chuckle as you searched in your purse for some loose change. “You said ‘shit’.”

The clatter of coins filled in the comfortable silence, it seemed to satisfy your brother enough because without any other words he took the jar back inside.

“Shall we go now?” you cocked your head lightly, holding back the urge—how many urges did you need to hold back today, huh?—to kiss him right there and then. “‘Don’t wanna be later than we already are.”

"Sure, but, uh, movie references aside," he joked, running his hand through his dark locks. He grabbed the spare helmet hanging from the handle of his bike and fastened the straps against your neck, the slight touch making your heart flutter. "I do think you look really pretty, all the ti—”

“Wait!”

Neverendless energy giving him what seemed like a boost of speed, Keisuke made his way back to you, side-eyeing Shinichiro—in the oddest fashion possible because this man was something akin to an idol to your little brother—and signaled for you to lower your head to his height, wanting to whisper something in your ear.

“I’m sorry for calling you ugly,” he mumbled, though his whispering voice was still something that needed some tweaks here and there because Shin could hear the message loud and clear. “I think you’re always pretty.”

And after a quick hug, careful enough for you not to tumble over, and an enthusiastic wave, he was gone.

That’s what Keisuke was for, moral support.

“Okay so, this shirt,” he said, raising the hanger a little higher to emphasise his options. “Or this shirt.”

“They’re both white shirts.” Manjiro deadpanned, speaking despite the lollipop poking at his cheek.

Shinichiro rolled his eyes, a groan threatening to leave his throat in discontent. He would’ve asked Emma for help, she’d give him pretty decent advice, but she was hanging out with some friends from school. So Manjiro it was, and he could use all the advice he could get regardless of what, or who, the source of information was; he too, could be indecisive when it came to you.

“They’re not,” He retaliated, pointing at one of the shirt’s sleeves with his eyes. “This one is longer than the other.”

Manjiro sighed, laying completely flat on his brother’s bed as if he had given up on helping the unhelpable.

“I don’t understand why y/n nee-chan said yes to you,” already having the habit of teasing the shit out of his big brother, the jabs that left his lips came out way too flawlessly. But because Manjiro, despite being a little shit, knew his brother was struggling so he decided to go a little softer on him.

“Nee-chan is so cool and,” yeah, going a little softer on Shin would work, he wasn’t heartless after all. “You suck.”

Yeah, Shin should've just begged Emma to stay.

#master collection.#tr collection.#shinichiro x reader #sano shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano fluff #shinichiro fluff #sano shinichiro x you #shinichiro x you #tr fluff #tr x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers fluff

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verysium · 2 months

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as someone who lived in spain (barcelona) for a semester, everyone knows that the nightlife there is crazy. even i who is usually a homebody + on my schedule indulged in the party life a bit 🤭 so it makes me wonder if sae ever participated in such activities? like partying, drinking, or even hooking up since it’s also not uncommon for footballers to be seen out and about. i would love to know your thoughts!

😭 i want so badly to write about sae and spanish party life, but i just don't think they would mix. let me work out the math here: sae + alcohol = sae + french fries, as in "it's delicious but deadly to my health." his virgo mars would never let him anywhere near alcohol especially if he was the one on chaperone duty for the night. my man is tucked into bed, complete with a face mask and skin care lotion by 9 pm.

there could be some potential exceptions though. off the top of my head, they involve either a mandatory charity event or shidou ryusei. i think the latter is more likely. the only viable method to convince sae is through coercion. idk about royale, but the u-20 team probably dragged sae’s ass along with them cus we all know he isn't immune to putting his pride on the line and engaging in bets. oliver be clutching his euros tight cus sae wins like 99% of the time.

to our u-20 captain's greatest pleasure and the chagrin of underlashes senior, god finally decided to grant that 1% miracle on a random friday night in june. for the first time in his life, sae itoshi actually joined the post-game afterparty. shidou took the lead. got shit-faced not even ten minutes in. sae sat next to him at the bar, sipping his drink with the world's most boring look of impassivity on his face. he somewhat enjoyed the bitter taste, but then after a few more sips, he was quickly reminded that rin unfortunately inherited both alcohol tolerance genes.

you can never really tell if an itoshi is drunk. mostly because they were born with only one facial expression in their incomplete arsenal of human expression. but there are some tell-tale signs. if an itoshi has flushed cheeks, then he is mildly tipsy. if he has ears with the same color as this flag 🚩, then he is somewhat drunk. if he looks at you for longer than socially acceptable and then proceeds to frog-blink, he has reached heaven or nirvana or enlightenment. idk which one but at least one of those three. in other words, he has had an eye-opening, earth-shattering, fault line-splitting epiphany in his drunken state of stupor. perhaps he will finally realize how badly he traumatized his own brother at eighteen. perhaps he will finally remember his once-forgotten ability to smile. perhaps he will finally confess the feelings to which he has been painfully oblivious for the past decade. anything is possible with a drunk itoshi. it's just impossibly hard to get him into that state.

as for hookups....it's complicated. it ends either with sae lying face down ass up in his underwear or you puking your guts out in his ceramic toilet bowl. you choose which one you want.

#asks #blue lock #sae itoshi

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mothman-can-write · 10 months

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i saw you asking for maria hill prompts and well.. here's one (i know you asked for fluffs but my mind have nothing happy after the secret invasion ep 1 ending)

so it's the same setting as the secret invasion, maria has been shot(and frankly dying) but instead of fury, gravik shapeshifted into nat..

you don't have to write it if you don't like it and idk how well it would work tbh. i just want blackhill angst to cry over

Thanks for the prompt! I'm writing this at like 1am so I have put absolutely zero thought into this just angst, but here you go! I hope this is sufficiently painful for you :)

804 words under the cut

The smoke is heavy in the air and Maria stifles a cough into the collar of her jacket, trying to decipher her surroundings through the tears in her eyes. People are panicking, running and crying, and no one really knows which direciton is safe. She doesn't really blame them at the end of the day. When there's bodies at your feet the normal instinct is to run.

Someone calls out beside her, sprawled out on the floor and caked with debris. She wonders if she looks the same to them, face face stiff around cuts and dirt.

"Please," they grind out, a hand outstretched, and she's beside them before they can get another word past their lips, her arms under theirs and hauling them to their feet.

"Go," she says, nodding towards the exit remaining, and they nod back a little dumbly.

Her arms are still half raised, making sure they've found their footing before they leave when she sees another figure in the settling dust.

They aren't running, and it strikes her as odd even as she stands there herself. Their form is hazy in the wash of rubble and pollution in the air, swimming in her vision like some sort of hallucination. She thinks it might be Fury at first, maybe one of Gravik's men, and she squints harder into the smoke.

At first, it's only a flash of red. Colour in the smog where there wasn't before and her heart gives a tug in her chest for the red she used to know so well, a beacon in the rubble in so many missions.

And then, she's not just a memory. She's not just the ghost that haunts her every living day. She's standing right in front of her for some unfathomable reason that her brain simply isn't equipped to deal with right now.

"Natasha?" she says, too quiet for her to actually hear.

Her feet are moving before she can stop them, rubble crunching under her boots. And Natasha is walking towards her, that stupid smirk on her face every time she'd terrified her half way to death on a mission only to appear unscathed on the other side.

Her tears blur in her vision and she blinks them away, stumbling forward over bricks and bodies and everything else broken around them. None of it matters when she's here, she's right in front of her after all of these years and it doesn't even matter how just that she is.

"What are you--" she starts once they're close enough. She doesn't register the deafening crack until Natasha's arm is already raised, gun still smoking between them.

It hits her like a freight train, bursting outwards from her stomach, and it's all she can do to stare back at her, a question in her expression that she doesn't have the breath to ask.

Natasha's face doesn't betray any emotion, no clues for her to consider her motives besides the ripple of something in her peripherals, the edges of her crawling like Maria is the only thing holding her together in front of her before the world tilts to meet her.

She doesn't know what she expects, some childish, hopeful part of her holding out that this is all a mistake, that Natasha will come running over all tears and apologies and frantic hands. But she doesn't. She walks away without a second glance, coat swishing in the wind before the smoke in the air takes her once again and Maria is left wheezing around the blood in her mouth, wondering what went wrong.

Even here, it's all Natasha. It doesn't matter that it's her lying on the floor, it doesn't matter that Natasha was supposed to be dead. Her heart still aches for seeing her so cold again, so close to the Natasha she'd worked so hard to remove herself from. She wonders what could have happened, what went so wrong without her there to keep her safe. She wishes she could have known, wishes she had even one chance to help.

There's hands on her then, hesitant and sure at the same time, and then Nick's face appears above her too, his features pinched in more emotion than she's ever seen on the man.

"Natasha," she drags out of herself, reaching for his arm. "Where did she go?"

"What?" he asks, his eyebrows furrowing impossibly further. "Hill, there's no one else here."

She squints up at him, her vision blurring out like watercolour. "She was just..." Tears spring to her eyes again, too many emotions to feel here on the floor, here in Fury's arms.

He squeezes at her, halfway desperate. "Hang in there, Hill."

She almost laughs for it. She thinks she'd bully him about it if she was only there to do so, but even she isn't so bold to believe she'll make it now. She means to say something about it, something reassuring for him maybe. She really does, but her breath seems to escape her before she can form the words, her mind losing its grip on them too.

Maybe this is a fitting way to go, she thinks. She always did say she'd be the death of her.

#maria hill #blackhill #natasha romanoff #maria/natasha #words #tumblr exclusive #secret invasion #secret invasion spoilers #angst #hurt/no comfort #drabble

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sara-joseph · 2 years

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Yet to come in Busan.

The 2030 Busan World expo ambassadors, guys.

Just *chef's kiss*

Just BTS being themselves, and making us fall for them AGAIN (who's complaining, happenes 100 times everyday)

biggest mistake to start off with mic drop, and hit us all over again with Run BTS.

The ever so emo spring day, and butterfly.

(okay, i may go out on this, but ) THE LONG HAIR BITCHES. EVERY SINGLE FUCKING MEMBER HAS LONG HAIR NOW🤧😭

The stage was literally legit. What do they mean when they go all out on a stage, without ticket fare? I mean, yeah they're multi-millionares, obvi.

Run BTS 's choreooo. I'm sobbing. I'm not lying, every imp time stamp where something hot happened during Run BTS, I went "gahhhhhhh". Yes i did. I'm not hiding it.

All of this, along with each of them being so fucking hot.

Just Joon being the ever so handsome and hot leader. Leading everything, being so coordinated, so fucking hot( ik I've called him hot before, but imma do it, bitch) HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT.

Jin announcing KSJ1. A solo album?!. Remember when he flew to the states for solo schedule? A Collab maybe?. Idk. His vocals? His outfits? His hair? His buff body? His visuals? His attitude? His body language? Him behaving so "hyung-like"? Like AAHHHHHHHHHHHH. FUCK MY LIFE.

Min Yoongi, humans. His man-bun during rehearsals? His verse in Run BTS? Iconic. PERIODT. Why did he have to be so nice to ARMY'S after the concert? Nobody asked, fuckers, he did it cause he loves us.

Our Hobi, isn't so sunshine-ish after JITB(JHS1). Like, wdym? How the fuck can someone be so fucking hot? The hair?! The verse in Run BTS? Unbelievable. Just imagine, being hot enough to get someone on their knees with one look, and also being cute enough to melt hearts. Like his cute smile when he sang for Jimin?

Jiminie. The cutie he is. Imagine being able to wreck 90 million+ people just by one smile. And that smile was cause your family was singing you a "Happy Birthday" song?! His orange-brown hair? I love this man, mom. I FUCKING LOVE HIM.

Imma just go ahead and file a lawsuit that says "user THV has to be accused of attempted murder". I mean, what the hell??!!! Why would he, for all the things holy and sane in this world would he take off his goddamn shirt? (During rehearsals, btw. So even if Hybe plans on dropping a hd version of the concert, THIS CLIP WILL NOT BE THERE. so this is it, just a grainy video footage, taken by an ARMY (god I can't express how much I love them for taking the clip) and nothing more, like no HD? Why is my life so messed up, Jesus! )

Jungkook. The golden maknae. The hip thrust right before the second chorus in Run BTS. (Shouldn't have put that right up, but I have my priorities) Dudee, why this man. Like why??! him just being everything we need(along with his hyungs, obvi). The fucking Audacity.

BTS went all out this time. Their energy levels are just amazing. I love that they are fulfilling their duties as the ambassadors. This might be their possible last concert before the enlistment. Joon said that things will be clear later. And I trust him and trust all of them. So I'll wait. But untill then, hope I don't die alone with 90 million+ people.

#bts army #bts namjoon #bts yoongi #bts jin #bts jhope #bts jimin #bts v #bts jungkook #bts tweet

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spacecowboysfrommars · 2 years

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BESTIE CHAPTER 6 IS SO CUTE AND GOOD hOHH MY GOD???

Things I loved not in order just because I don't wanna forget them (SPOILERS for anyone who hasn't read it yet -- though like, if you haven't read it yet wth are you doing? go read it right now) >

They hold hands <3

Peter sets his chin on Tony's shoulder all the time or hides behind him or walks right next to him just. like. Yes. Clingy Peter please and always thanks. Satiates my profound need to vicariously live my dream of having a person in my life as safe and protective and paternally committed to my welfare as Tony is for Peter and to jut Cling to them at all times.

Peter's little "did you mean that?" aw bby

I just KNOW the paparazzi are gonna fuck some shit up soon. And I'm so excited. I love that specific brand of Peter whump actually the one where the paparazzi end up sending him into sensory overload or at least get all up in his face and then Tony protects the shit out of him. Tony completely losing his cool on camera because these assholes scared his SON

Them both finally acknowledging that they love each other???? And it was written SO beautifully. Not over dramatic, not completely undercut in an attempt to avoid the drama of charged emotions. Tony's just like, "of course I love you, you better fucking know that. I need you to know that" and Peter's like, "I had my suspicions but didn't want to assume because I hate myself 😌✌🏻"

Peter taking pictures on the boat? Peter getting to feel free for one second (and it's probably the last one for a while like dude I feel TENSE about the near future for my boys)?

Peter starting to find his voice again and Tony respecting it and also having to navigate his own emotions about it

Is the media gonna find out that Peter was kidnapped and that's why Tony's been so off the rails? I hope so, even though it might suck for Peter. Idk though, maybe it could be cathartic, like in CMDHB? For Tony I just want The Public to understand how much shit he's been feeling recently. @ The World: Acknowledge his pain!

MAY AND PEPPER COOKING TOGETHER <33333

That decision sucks for May. Like that is a really hard decision :( poor May

Thanks for not making her dead though

Will the media end up having pics of Peter and Tony on the boat being cute?? because lowkey as invasive as that might feel at first, it would also be REALLY cute if the two of them were like, actually I do kind of love that photo of us. Peter looking happy and free and peaceful for once. Tony staring at him in fatherly adoration. would be SO cute. And let's be real the media would eat it up.

If you do end up having the media find out for real for real, are you going to include any social media discourse? Idk if it would really fit the vibe of the fic, but I always do enjoy when authors do mini tangents to express the voices of that Outsider POV (TM)

Peter got to go to MoMA. Cute <3

Peter and Tony have comfortable silences AND they also both know when the silences have Conversations lurking behind them, lying in wait. Yes. Headcanon accepted so hard whew literally on sight.

Does Peter miss doing science? he's so smart :( they haven't been in the workshop very much yet

That thing that Tony said to May really is awful, definitely lived up to the hype. But I love you forever for allowing Peter and Tony to get past it almost immediately, to air out the bad shit and then for Peter to be so emotionally mature <3 on brand for him. And I hate manufactured communication conflict in Irondad fics - you have no IDEA how refreshing and nice it feels to read your fic and have communication drama be like not even a thing. They're both a little nervous about expressing themselves because they're allergic to the vulnerability of asking if someone they love also loves them, but they have ZERO (0) nonsense such as denying that they care or isolating to protect someone... no let's put that trope to bed PLEASE because open communication between my boys is all that I ask

The fact that May tried to get Tony to get help

Tony should still probably apologize directly to May tbh. He should explain why he said what he said, just like he did for Peter. May deserves that, and I think it would completely clear the air between them. Even better if May responded by also clearing the air and saying that she's happy Tony sees Peter as his son - I kind of feel like Tony is still insecure about that

I need one of the Irondad artists to please draw Peter and Tony in their sightseeing outfits 🙏🙏🙏PLEASE.

All of it I love all of it

This is part 1/2 asks. I have one more big thing to say but this is getting ridiculous

To quote Peter Parker: 😌✌🏻

I’m smiling so hard at my phone right now my face is in excruciating pain.

I ADORE media fics (I wrote an entire 5+1 fic surrounding it) but the climax is about to happen REAL soon, so it’s not gonna be as big a part as I’d like it to be. It’s definitely still going to be mentioned, rest assured!!

AND YES IF ANYONE DRAWS THEM IN THEIR GYM SHORTS TOURIST OUTFITS I WILL PASS OUT

I’m RUNNING to read the second ask. <33

#twww #ao3 #irondad #peter parker #tony stark

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i am so bone fucking tired of bullshit fucking “uwu be violent towards me i’m horny” supposed compliments. i’m tired of it. i get it. i’m Intersex so i’m manly and gruff looking no matter what i do. i get it. i’m butch as all shit which just makes me seem even more mannish. i get it. all you can parse out when you look at me is Wrong White and it makes me look even angrier and more aggressive and primal in your eyes. i get it. i get it i get it i get it. i’m savagely animalistic and brutish. you cannot fathom me expressing attraction in any way that isn’t aggro and forceful. i get it. i’m supposed to stay stone cold and unaffected in the face of everything. i get it. i get it i get it i get it. idk why i ever expected anything to change. i see how the world treats my [closely related indigenous woman who is notably Less White than i am] - and she’s Very Much Not Mannish at all. her long hair, her thinness, her makeup and her nice dresses. and i still grew up to the echoing sounds of “your [relative] looks mean. she seems scary. why is she always angry? her husband married a woman just like his jackass father didn’t he.” no matter what she did. idk why i expected it to change for me. even being further down the family tree, even being Whiter than her, i swear people sniff this shit out like dogs. even when they can’t put their finger on it. it’s like they’re hunting for it everywhere and even when they still consciously view you as Just Like Them that subconscious has an axe to grind with the perceivable difference that you represent. idk why i expected the violence and harshness projected onto my soft and feminine family member to be easier on my testosterone fueled brutish fat butch self. i’ve always Known that people can see me. because they point it out to my face all the damn time. “are you asian are you asian are you asian are you asian” no. no. no. no. i’m not. i’m not. i’m not. i’m not. “what are you what are you what are you what are you” i’m white. i’m white. i’m white. i’m white. “are you sure? are you really sure? are you positive? are you lying?” fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me. do i rip the bandaid off and tell you? spend the rest of this conversation snapping at you when you won’t drop the subject of my family trauma? spend the rest of the time i know you fielding inappropriate questions and weird tokenizing as if my white skinned self could ever be the independent spokes person on sensitive Native issues. do i just keep lying till you give up and make sure you never hear a word otherwise from anyone ever so i don’t have to field this shit with another fucking person? “why are you always angry” i’m not. i’m not. i’m not. my face is just masculine. my skin has been prematurely aged by a lifetime of addiction and untreated health issues. my eyes are just slightly different than yours. i’m just fucking autistic. “oh my god you’re so hot you could punch me and i’d thank you please step on me” no. no no no no no. i don’t do that. i’ve never done that. i am capable of basic human decency and base level self control. this isn’t a coordinated S/M scene. i’m sitting in a coffee shop getting frustrated by judeo-aramaic word roots and mumbling to myself about rashi’s commentary and the overt queerness of r’ meir. i open the car door for my femme every single time we get in the car. i call them sweetheart and love and princess 18 million times a day. i text them a million times whenever i’m not home to tell them that they’re the light of my life and my soul is incomplete because they’re not with me. i hold them and lull them to sleep every night after the nightmares come. long after after they’ve rocked me to sleep because i’m a notorious insomniac. i wear a frilly apron with apples printed on it go wash the dishes after they make dinner every night. i wrestle them into their clothes every morning, and they wrestle me out of mine every night when i’m far too tired to move anymore. i say i love you as often as i breathe. i give them 18 forehead kisses every single time i am close enough to reach.

and yes i can get aggro. god i know i can. i used to fight all the time. i would slash and scream and kick and thrash at anyone and anything all the time. sometimes it still comes back to rear it’s ugly head, when things get hard. when i get so worn down i don’t know which way is up. and my femme is there with their hands firm on my shoulders, breathing with me until i collapse into a ball of tears. and i used to yell and scream and run and snap and push and push and push at the people i loved most. because the world told me i love ugly and violent for so long that i believed it was true. and all i wanted to do was push people away so i didn’t hurt them. i have spent my entire life feeling violent and predatory and out of control. feeling like i’m a caged wild animal moments away from ruining someone’s life. because i’ve spend my entire life being told it was true. being told that i had all the makings of an awful, violent person who did nothing but hurt. being told i was lying when i tried to talk about the people who hurt me. because i was too hard to be hurt so i had to be lying. because no one would do those things to someone as disgusting and belligerent as the manly girl with the angry native face.

stop pushing a violent and predatory role on me. stop describing me like every abusive piece of shit i’ve been trapped by, and then getting upset when i don’t appreciate your compliment so much i want to fuck you on the spot. “i (a non metaphorical very real person who is talking to you very casually right now) want you (a non metaphorical very real person i am casually talking to right now) to be so caught up by how cute and adorable i am in this incredibly mundane scenario that you beat the shit out of me right here and now till i’m dizzy, and immediately fuck me like you’re a deranged mindless animal with no self control or higher purpose!” die. i want you to die. drop dead right now. choke on your own vomit and die. right now in front of me. so i know that you’ll never make another person feel as disgusting as i feel right now ever again. you are not complimenting me. you aren’t complimenting anyone with that shit. you’re making me nauseous.

i see/hear that shit and i get so fucking terrified of myself that i avoid having sex with my femme for weeks. because what if that’s all i’m really capable of? because what if that’s what’s actually happening? what if all of this talked through, well communicated, thoroughly consenting play that we engage in is actually just me being a violent animal only capable of destroying everything good?

this is exactly how my femme and i ended up together. because they could see me. they could see the parts of me that full euro white queers could pick out. they saw it. and they saw the way that they talked to me because of it. and they understood, because they get that shit even worse. they saw me and they knew that i couldn’t turnt that shit on someone else. they saw me and they saw how it broke me and they reached out with their own broken feeling and we put ourselves back together again. together. they saw how my exchanges turned me stone. and i saw how their exchanges wore them soft. even with how different our experiences have been, some of y’all are so sincerely god awful and disgusting that we had so much to build on anyways. there’s obviously more to it. of course there is. but the ever present experience of growing up Very Different than the dominant group around you, it permeates so much. and so much of how we love eachother, the way we dance around eachother every day, is inevitably built on the way our souls have been worn down by years of shit and how they fit together because of it. how we can fill in what’s been eroded.

but every single time someone twirls their hair and describes me as i describe childhood abusers to therapists, balks when i don’t want to take them on the floor because of it… every time - i feel old fractures re-split. i really need y’all to understand the weight that this bullshit carries. i really need y’all go understand how deeply shitty it is. how much you’re playing in to a larger and even shittier pattern of how the world treats us. how much damage you can do in a single interaction. how insignificant you truly are in the lives of Black, brown, Indigenous, ethnic, intersex, and perceived-masculine queer folks. and how wildly inappropriate you are when you assume that much importance in our lives and in the world in general. sit with the insignificance. get comfortable. shut the fuck up for once. grow up and get over yourself.

i will absolutely be deleting this later i’m just feeling a lot right now and i need to put this into the universe. it’s been A Week and i got an inappropriate message earlier. because of course i did. of course. i’m angry and refluxy and my tachycardia is a bitch. i don’t even know anymore this is probably staying in my drafts.

#credit to my femme for the term Wrong White btw #‘idk why i get this too yeah i’m native but i’m white. the genes skipped me.’#‘yeah that happens sometimes. even still you don’t exactly have the most european features. people notice that even if they don’t exactly #get what’s off. you might be white to them but you’re Wrong White which is scary and threatening and wrong. they want to lash out #and fix you so you’re more like them. it’s brutal.’#eternally redacting exact titles of family members in relation to culture n shit #bc i’m so tired of being cyberstalked by the same three locals #that i refuse to talk openly about which of my parents is native and what state i live in and what nation i belong to let alone my clan #so have fun with me being vague cos it’s what you’re getting i guess #it always reads so awkward but i’d rather awkward than having to start all over again on all of my social media and tumblr and everything #i want to get as far away from these fucks as possible #but g-d dammit i live on the land my ancestors had cultivated for over a thousand years #i live here!!! i got to grow up surrounded by this land!!#no one is allowed to take that from me. i’m not going anywhere. so jump through hoops i will. i’m too tired.

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If I Could Die In Your Arms [p.p & p.p]

pairing: mcu!Peter Parker x reader x tasm!Peter Parker

(Tom Holland!Peter x reader x Andrew Garfield!Peter)

summary: When another Peter Parker shows up in your world, you give him a chance to have one last moment with the love of his life, someone who looked exactly like you, but also someone who died in his arms.

(thank you @t-lostinworlds for this beautiful summary <3 pls i was struggling)

warnings: smut, (oral (m and f receiving), not a threesome, Pete just watches, unprotected sex but nothing happens bc this is fictional, Peter is in his feeeels, slight nwh spoilers (this is a different timeline tho, the things that happen in nwh don’t happen here (plot-wise?)), angst i guess? but not really, mentions of death (the reader died in Andrew!Peter’s universe), omfg writing the warning and summary for this is the hardest part idk why gfshjdfkl, this ended up being so much more emotional than sexual (how i originally planned) but if you just want a sexual fic, i’m on it already kjsahd plus my requests are open <3

word count: 8.2k… i–

❗️I actually feel like it’s very clear which Peter I’m talking about most of the time but still, to avoid confusion: Tom=Pete, Andrew=Peter (after the first few paragraphs at least, after she calls him my Pete lol (I even put it in italics AND BOLD)) (so Tom is the reader’s bf, Andrew is the one who comes to their universe)

thank you so so much @ t (and m and lauren) for helping me with this ilysm <333

･ﾟ✧*

“Find Peter Parker,” Ned says, trying to imitate the yellow sparkly thing he’s seen Dr Strange and Wong do a few times.

A bright portal appears in front of him, Peter at the other side of it, wearing his Spider-Man suit.

Ned freezes for a second, shocked that he actually managed to do it. He was just messing around.

“Peter!” He calls out, and his masked best friend turns around in confusion and then starts running towards him. “Dude, I’ve been looking for you,” Ned says, ready to hang out with Peter like they’d planned.

“Where am I? Who are you?” Peter’s voice sounds different and Ned takes a step back. His eyes go wide when he realises he’s conjured up the wrong Peter Parker, and when Peter takes off his mask to reveal a guy Ned has never seen, Ned faints with a dramatic sigh.

When he opens his eyes again, lying on the floor, Ned finds his best friend standing over him. “Oh, thank God it’s you, I thought I–”

Ned’s breath catches in his throat when he glances to his other side. Also leaning over Ned is the other Spider-Man who just came through the portal. With an apologetic smile on his face, the guy lifts his hand to faintly wave at Ned before everything fades to black again.

“Dr Strange is on vacation at the Grand Canyon or something and since it’s not an emergency he told me to wait until he’s back in a few days. But we’ll be able to get you home then,” Peter smiles at himself… at another version of himself from a different universe.

“Thank you. And what about your friend? Do you think he’ll be okay?”

“Ned will be fine, he just texted me that he made it home. So you can sleep in my bed and I’ll take the couch-”

Both of their heads snap in the direction of the door when they hear your knock.

You open the door slowly, head popping in and then opening the door wider when your boyfriend smiles at you to let you know you can come in.

“Oh,” is the first thing you say, smiling, “I thought he was going to look like you.”

You’re about to take a step forward to say hi to the other version of Peter but he steps forward first, mouth open and whole body tensed.

He’s on edge; his expression changed as soon as you walked in.

Peter jumps in front of you immediately, shielding you from the other Peter. The latter slowly says your name - it’s a question, and he swallows hard after he says it.

“I never told you her name,” your boyfriend says defensively.

He’s protecting you, not budging from in front of you, but threatened is the last thing you feel right now.

You see longing in the other Peter’s eyes, something hopeful yet heartbreaking. But most of all, even though you’ve never met this guy, he feels familiar. Or maybe it’s just because the expression on his face tells you that you feel familiar to him.

“You died. You died in my arms,” he finally speaks up.

It’s quiet for a while, the information sinking in.

You existed in his universe. He knew you, and he loved you–he hasn’t said it, but the pain in his voice is unmistakable.

“In your universe?” You’re asking simply to fill the silence. The tension in the room is so thick you can barely breathe. You hate knowing that you’re the cause of it, even if it’s just indirectly. He might not be your Pete, but he’s still a version of him; you feel drawn to him and you don’t want him to suffer.

Peter nods at your question, sitting down on Pete’s bed as he rubs a hand over his face.

“Well.. I’m still here,” you say quietly. Pete turns around with worry written across his features, “I-I, that’s not going to happen to you. I will protect you and if it’s the last thing I do–”

Your hands find his cheeks quickly, “I know, Pete. I know you will. I’m not worried,” you assure him. What happens in another universe is none of your business, and you have no doubt Pete will protect you, no matter what.

You look past your boyfriend to see Peter watching you two, his eyes red, holding his mask in front of him and gripping it hard.

Holding your boyfriend’s hand, you sit down next to Peter.

“You don’t have to- please don’t say anything,” Peter says, barely able to look at you.

“Okay.”

Pulling Pete down to the bed next to you, you first place your hand on Peter’s shoulder, and then you lean your head on it. You feel comfortable doing so. His love for you–albeit a different version of you–is palpable, you feel loved and you can’t help but be drawn to that raw emotion.

You sit there in silence for a while, a few tears silently rolling down Peter’s face.

“Sorry,” he says after a bit, “I’m okay, I just.. I wasn’t expecting to ever see you again.”

“It’s okay. I can imagine how– well, actually I can’t imagine what that feels like,” you tell him, still leaning against his shoulder.

It’s a weird situation to be in, a truly otherworldly one, and you don’t know how to handle it.

“Do you want to get some rest?” Pete asks the other Peter; he can’t stand seeing him like this either. He doesn’t even want to think about how he’d react if you died. In his arms. And then he gets to see you again but knows it’s only temporary.

“Yeah,” he nods, sitting up straight and you stop touching him. You immediately want to lean back in. Pete squeezes your hand that’s still holding his and he gives you a small smile.

“Do you want me to leave?” You ask Peter. He only has a few days with another Peter Parker, and you don’t want to ruin this once-in-a-lifetime experience for either of them.

“Please don’t.”

“I’ll stay then,” you smile, looking between the two of them.

Peter retreats to the sofa while you and Pete sleep in his room.

You don’t say it out loud, but you’re both grateful that your fate is different. You’re still together, both alive and well. Pete holds you all night long and you’re surprised when you wake up without his arms around you.

You take your time getting ready, as you can hear your boyfriend and the other Peter in the kitchen, goofing around and laughing as they make breakfast.

“Don’t burn the kitchen down,” May warns as she comes in to say goodbye before she leaves for work. She wasn’t surprised when Pete told her what was going on.

After half of the population both disappeared and then came back with the snap of some fingers, nothing shocks May easily nowadays. As long as Pete is safe, she isn’t phased by things like this anymore.

Both Peters lean down for May to kiss them on the top of their heads and she waves at you before she leaves out the door.

“Is your May also that hot?” You ask Peter while you take a sip of water.

“She’s my aunt!” The two Peters turn around in sync, bewildered looks on their faces and you giggle at their reaction. Peter’s eyes stay on you a bit longer while Pete goes back to cooking. Peter’s eyes are locked on yours and you smile at him, the skin by his eyes crinkling as he grins back for a few more seconds, eyes sparkling back at you.

You watch them as they make the pancakes together, joking around and being equally clumsy and carefree.

It’s baffling how similar they are, even though it shouldn’t surprise you at all. It’s just that you always thought Pete was the man of your dreams, but now there’s another one of him, just as perfect as your boyfriend. It’s a weird feeling, but a nice one.

Pete turns around for a second to grab a plate and catches your expression, looking into your eyes curiously, “What?” He asks, grinning.

“Nothing just... two yous,” you shrug shyly, ashamed that your boyfriend isn’t the only one you’re attracted to right now.

Peter is just a slightly different version of your boyfriend so it makes sense that you like him–especially considering how he looks at you, with you also being the love of his life in the world he’s from and everything. But he’s still a completely different person. A person who isn’t your boyfriend. You shouldn’t like him this much, not after knowing him for a few hours.

You shrug off your feelings and scoot closer to your boyfriend while you eat the pancakes and hold his hand all day throughout the various activities you get up to.

You don’t ignore the other Peter though; you just don’t want to send him any mixed signals before you’ve discussed your thoughts with your actual boyfriend.

But you notice how Pete gives you some time alone with Peter, walking a few steps behind you two or making sure that he’s not walking in the middle while you and Peter talk, smiling, giggling, holding eye contact the whole time.

And it’s good to see that Peter is more light-hearted around you today. You can picture how he stayed up all night thinking about you–whichever version of you that might have been. You wish you could have comforted him, cuddled him while Pete cuddled you.

They spend the last few hours of the day together, and you’re grinning the whole time while you wait for them at Pete’s place, thinking about them swinging around New York and exchanging stories about their life, finding similarities and differences.

You thought about leaving them alone completely, but they assured you that they wanted you to be there when they got back from being Spider-Man tonight.

You kiss his cheek when Peter says goodnight to you after they come home, and he drops down on the couch immediately after, soft snores leaving his mouth a minute later.

Pete is ecstatic while he tells you about his time with Peter, how cool it was swinging together, showing each other what they could do and saving people together.

You smile at him the whole time, smile at seeing him so happy.

He gets tired after talking for about twenty minutes, and he rests his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

“It must be hard for him. Seeing me. Seeing us,” you say.

“Yeah I’d be jealous too, we’re a great couple.”

You chuckle and think for a second. “I don’t think he’s jealous. I can tell he’s happy for you because well.. you’re him. And happy for me that I get to live in this universe.. for now I mean-”

Pete sits up and looks deep into your eyes, holding your hands, “And you will get to live until we’re both old and grey and die of old age, okay? Or maybe we’ll die of climate change or something,” he trails off, “But if it’s something I can influence, I will keep you safe forever, I promise.”

“I don’t doubt that,” you peck his lips as he lies down again and wraps an arm around your waist.

He’s quiet for a bit. For a moment you think Pete’s fallen asleep but then he says something that makes your cheeks heat up.

“I can tell that you like him,” he whispers.

“God, is it that obvious?” You lift a hand to your forehead in shame; you don’t know how to react, you can’t tell what he’s thinking.

“No it’s not obvious, I’m just an attentive boyfriend,” he grins up at you.

“You are. And that’s just one of the millions of things I love about you. And I only love you.”

“I know. Please don’t worry about it. It’s kind of reassuring to know that you even like the me from another universe.”

“But you just said you’d be jealous if the cards were reversed,” you think out loud.

“Well, they’re not reversed. And with his story… It’s natural that he’s acting this way around you. I can’t blame him. I wish we could do something for him, just something to alleviate his pain. I know we’re not to blame for what happened in his universe but it hurts seeing him hurt. There’s this connection between us, I feel what he feels. And I think it’s the same for him, I mean have you seen how wide he smiles when you and I kiss or even just talk to each other or hold hands?”

“I have,” you take a deep breath, “And I see longing in his eyes. Do you think we could…” you can’t help but bite your lip even though it immediately gives away what you’re thinking.

Pete sits up quickly, eyes wide. He drags his hands over his face, “Fuck, that shouldn’t be so hot.”

“Why not?”

He pauses for a second. “Just to make sure we’re talking about the same thing.. what are you implying?”

“A threesome, I guess. If he wants that as well.”

Pete’s face drops. “Oh. Oh–yeah, of course, me too. Yeah- yeah, obviously that’s what I had in mind too.”

You squint when you realise he meant something else, “Wait. What were you thinking?”

“Well, I was thinking that you and him… could have sex.”

“And what about you?”

“I um,” he swallows, “I watch, I.. I guess.”

You can’t help but smile at Pete getting off to you having sex with someone else–even if it’s just another Peter Parker, “I didn’t know you were into that.”

“Only with him. Because he lost you,” he clarifies.

“And because he’s you?”

“And because he’s me. So I don’t really have a reason to be jealous… do I?” He asks and you hear the tiniest bit of jealousy.

“You’re right. He might be Peter too but you’re my Peter. My Pete. I wish I could give him more, I wish I could make another me but I can’t. But this... I can give that to him. And I really think he deserves it - a proper goodbye from me, even if I’m not entirely the same. One last time to make love to the person he loves more than anything. I really want to.”

“I love you so much. You’re so good to him, so good to me,” Pete rubs his nose against yours as he kisses you. You grab his jaw as you kiss him back, a million thoughts racing through your mind as you think about your plan.

Will Peter even want it? You like him, but he loves you. Would it even work like that, with your feelings for each other being so different, on such different levels?

Without a knock, Peter comes into your room, “Hey where are the— oh shit, sorry.”

He closes the door when he sees you and Pete kissing, but you tell him to come back.

He must have woken up again. You wonder how much he heard. Pete isn’t normally one to pry, so you guess this version of him isn’t either, but then again, this isn’t a normal situation.

“Sorry uh. I was gonna ask if you have another blanket, mine’s a bit thin. But no worries if you don’t have another one.”

Peter stands in the middle of the room while Pete looks for another blanket. You look into Peter’s eyes and he looks straight back, smiling. It’s an innocent and loving smile, not a teasing one, so even if he heard what you and Pete were just talking about he’s not saying anything about it.

“Sorry, I don’t think I have another blanket uh…” Pete snaps you and Peter out of your trance and you stop staring at each other.

“Unless you just wanna sleep here,” you lift the blanket and look at both Peters.

“If I’m allowed,” Peter says, looking between you and Pete for confirmation.

“Of course,” Pete smiles, still making sure to quickly get into bed next to you before Peter does, so he can sleep next to you.

You grin at your boyfriend and push him further to the edge of the bed so you’re the one in the middle anyway. You’re glad he recently got a bigger bed.

Making room for Peter, you watch him as he gets comfortable next to you. When your eyes meet, your heart starts beating furiously in your chest. You know both of them can hear it which makes it beat even faster.

Pete takes your chin between his fingers, pulling you to face him “Hey, it’s okay,” he leans over and kisses you.

A shy smile on your face, you look at the other Peter who is comfortably tucked in. You’re squished between them and you want nothing more than to hold them or be held by them. Both of them. But you’re unsure about the boundaries.

It’s like they both read your mind, turning to their sides so they’re both looking at you.

“Is this okay?” Peter asks when he wraps an arm around your waist. Warmth blooms across your belly where he’s touching you; you feel safe, you feel at home, nearly as much as with your Pete, if not just as much.

“Um…” you glance at Pete but he’s just smiling.

“Don’t ask me if you’re okay being touched,” he says like it’s obvious and his carefree tone allows you to relax.

You have to remind yourself that Pete trusts Peter. And more importantly, he trusts you. He knows how you feel about Peter and he’s okay with it, he told you that himself.

You nod at Peter and his arm around you tightens as he relaxes and drops the weight of his whole arm on you and you’re pulled flush against him.

Pete puts his hand on your lower belly where he always has it and he scoots closer to you too. You all exchange grins for a second and then Pete turns off his bedside lamp.

“Goodnight,” he says and you kiss his lips for the last time tonight.

You turn your head and place your hand on Peter’s jaw to make sure you can kiss him in the right spot. While your fingers brush his lips you give his cheek a short kiss and despite not being able to see each other in the dark your eyes linger on each other.

“Was… was that on the lips?” Pete asks from beside you and you chuckle, “No, just on the cheek.”

“Oh okay… it-it would have been fine if it was on the lips but I-I just wanted to know.”

Silence settles between you for a few seconds before you ask, “Are either of you tired?”

There’s commotion around you as they both immediately reply with a chuckle and a no and Pete turns the light back on.

Peter stays close to you but leans on his elbow as he looks over you and at Pete, “So… what do you mean a kiss on the lips would have been fine?”

“Well, what I mean is.. We’re together, we’re a couple,” he looks at you, then at Peter “And… and, you’re me and I’m you. I’m not saying that makes you two a couple but–”

“What he’s saying is that Pete and I talked,” you interrupt Pete, facing Peter, “And we would both be okay with you and I kissing. We’d enjoy it, even. I’d enjoy kissing you and Pete would enjoy watching. But only if you want it too.”

Peter sits up completely, glancing back and forth between you and Pete when he registers what you’ve said, “We really are the same person,” before you can question what he means he’s looking at you, “What do you… I mean what’s your… your opinion and–”

You smile at the familiar stuttering and care for you, always making sure you’re certain about decisions like this. “You’re right, you two are the same,” you grin before wrapping your arms around Peter’s neck and pulling him down to smash your lips against his.

The kiss is pure love. You feel the passion coming from his chest, from his heart when he presses his lips against yours desperately and lifts you off the bed slightly to wrap his arms around you and to hold you as close as he can.

Your hands are on his face, not letting him go. Your back arches and you’re pressed against him completely. When you pull away from the kiss his eyes are still closed, cherishing the moment. You turn to Pete for a second and he leans in for you to kiss his lips. Peter’s eyes open and meet your boyfriend’s.

They exchange a look–one you don’t see–that makes Peter kiss you again. It’s shorter this time, but just as sweet and full of adoration.

His hands stay on your waist but he drops back onto his back, out of breath and grinning like crazy.

You can’t wipe the smile off your own face but neither can Pete–you never knew your boyfriend would be so happy seeing you kiss another man. Then again, he and Peter share a connection you will never be able to understand.

They’re in silent agreement, knowing just how much they both love you, and you make peace with the fact that you’ll never entirely understand what either of them is going through, much less how infinite their love for you is.

You stay like that for a bit, all smiling like idiots and exchanging a few more kisses.

That’s how far you’re willing to go today. Kissing you again seems to be more than Peter ever dreamed of and you don’t even know what Peter thinks of having sex with you; maybe it’s too early or maybe he just can’t do it, maybe your feelings are too different. You don’t want to ruin a beautiful moment, but mostly you don’t even think about doing more tonight. It’s perfect just how it is.

Kissing him feels amazing and you have nothing but the current moment and your two Peters on your mind. But even if you’re all buzzing with happiness, Peter is the one who radiates the most of it.

While you don’t understand exactly how the Peters’ minds work in relation to you, neither you nor Pete will ever be able to understand what Peter is feeling. Losing you, thinking he lost you forever, but then he gets one last chance to spend time with you, same version of you or not be damned–you seem to be similar enough to the other you for Peter to love you. You can feel it.

You realise after a while that you’ve become tired and Pete switches the light off again. You kiss them both goodnight, pulling each of their arms on you closer to you and making sure you feel enough of them before you fall asleep. If it was ever possible to hear a smile, the room would be bursting with sound.

Pete wakes up to the message that Dr Strange will be back tomorrow, ready to send Peter home. He tells you after you’ve made sure Peter is still asleep.

“Do we… do we tell him?” You ask, “He deserves to know but I don’t want him to feel like he’s under pressure now. Maybe it’ll just make him sad knowing that it’s over so soon.”

From just looking at the frown on Pete’s face you can tell you’re right, he’d feel exactly how you just described if he was in Peter’s shoes.

What you don’t know is that Peter’s listening. He’s not happy about having to leave soon but if there’s one thing he has learned since he lost you it’s to live every day like it’s his last, so he’s not going to spend his last day with you mourning. He’s going to live it to the fullest with you and Pete.

He gives you a few more minutes to believe he’s still sleeping as you and Pete start talking about something else. When Peter sits up he immediately kisses your neck, making you laugh when he wraps his arms around your waist.

“G’morning,” you mumble and Peter kisses the corner of your mouth. He rests his cheek on your shoulder and snuggles up to you. You glance at Pete who’s just staring at you with a sleepy smile on his face. You tug him towards you and he cuddles you too.

You bask in the sheer comfort and love for a while, all of you still a bit tired and clingy and too lazy to move.

That’s until May comes in and sees you all like that, and she quickly pulls the door shut again, “Sorry, I didn’t know you were awake.”

You don’t even want to know what she’s thinking, seeing all of you sleeping in the same bed and cuddling in a way that you can’t imagine looked merely platonic.

“I’m going on my girls trip with some of my friends for a few days and I just wanted to say goodbye in case we don’t see each other again,” May tells Peter a few minutes later in the living room after you’ve all gotten ready and dressed properly.

You tell her to have fun while Peter gives her a long hug goodbye.

That leaves you and the two Peters all alone for the last day. You decide to go out and just see where your mood takes you, free of obligations and only doing what you want to.

You make sure to give them time alone too when you’re back at Pete’s and you take a long relaxing shower, letting your idea run through your mind a few more times.

If Peter wants it–both your boyfriend and the other version of him–you’re more than happy to enable him one last time in bed with his love.

If you’re different to the variant of you in his universe, Peter hasn’t made you feel like it. While he’s never touched you unless you initiated it, he’s been treating you with so much love and infatuation that you simply can’t ignore it. You feel loved and while saying you love him too would be too much, you just want to see him happy.

Not to mention that you’d want to fuck him stupid regardless, even if he didn’t make it obvious that you’re the love of his life. He’s the same as your boyfriend, so of course you want to have sex with him, even if it won’t hold the same significance for you as it does for him.

You join them in Pete’s bedroom, grinning while you listen to their conversation for a bit. When Pete’s eyes meet yours you give him a subtle look, asking if you should tell Peter now.

“I uh, I heard you two this morning, I heard that I’m leaving tomorrow,” Peter chimes in, “It’s okay. I got this amazing opportunity to meet you,” he looks at Pete and then at you, “and to see you again. I’m just grateful I got to experience this, and I have to go back home eventually anyway so, I’m okay.”

“Oh. Well, I’m glad you know because I wouldn’t have had the heart to tell you that you’re leaving soon,” you say, sitting down on Pete’s lap.

“Really, I’ll be okay. This is more than I could have ever wished for, and all great things come to an end at some point.”

You all smile at each other and you feel like this is the right moment.

“Did you also hear us talking last night?” You ask Peter and he shakes his head.

You share a nod with your boyfriend as you look into his eyes for confirmation. He lets go of your hips for you to get up from his lap and walk over to the bed where Peter is.

He gets up before you reach him and he looks at you questioningly, “Wha.. what?”

You reach up to place your hands on his shoulders, intertwining your fingers behind his neck, “Pete and I thought we could uh…” you glance around, Pete giving you a reassuring smile from his seat.

You feel Peter’s hands at your waist, squeezing to let you know you can say whatever you’re about to say–and maybe also to steady himself; he has no idea what’s going through your head.

“Pete and I were thinking… You can love me one last time. If you want.”

“What… What are you implying?” Peter asks, expression serious.

“That we have sex. I can see in your eyes how much you want me. And I want you too. I– we want to give this to you.”

“And I thought getting to kiss you again was the best thing that ever happened to me. Wow I can’t believe– are you sure?” Peter’s still gripping your waist as he looks deep into your eyes.

“Yes, more than sure,” you say.

He wills himself to look away from you and at Pete for confirmation from his side; he knows he’d be okay with it too in Pete’s situation. But, after all, he doesn’t want to destroy your relationship and have Pete end up without you and be as miserable as Peter. But a nod and a sincere smile from Pete lets Peter know everything he needs.

Peter turns back to you, “It would be an honour to feel you one last time.”

Your small smile turns into a wide grin when Peter lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

His expression turns into one of pure desire before he slams his lips into yours, turning you around and laying you on the bed. He follows you immediately, his hands never leaving you. Peter holds you close to him the whole time.

The initial feelings that resurfaced when he kissed you again slowly fade, and Peter is in the moment, nothing else matters.

His hands travel across your whole body, leaving no inch untouched. “God, I missed you so much. You’re so beautiful, so pretty, so gorgeous, you have no idea,” he pauses to cradle your face in his hands and the want you see in his eyes is indescribable.

Your heart drums wildly against your rib cage when he turns you around and pulls you on top of him, sitting up with his hands firmly gripping your back.

“How is this gonna work?” He asks Pete who’s watching with a visible tent already straining the front of his sweatpants. He’s not the only one though, you could practically feel Peter’s dick through his pants as soon as you told him you wanted to have sex with him.

“You two do whatever you want and I just… watch. You can pretend I’m not there.”

“Fine with me,” Peter shrugs, kissing along your jaw.

“You sure?” You turn around and reach out to Pete so he can scoot his chair closer to you; you want him to be able to see everything you do.

“Trust me, I might be enjoying this more than you two.”

“Not possible,” Peter says, adjusting you on his lap. You pull Pete towards you for one more kiss before you focus on Peter entirely.

You lie down as he hovers above you and undresses you slowly, not daring to remove another item of clothing before he’s kissed every single inch of your newly exposed skin. You feel butterflies in your belly at his every touch, your hips involuntarily bucking up every time his hands or lips are near them.

Once you’re only left in your panties, they’re drenched. You’re soaking through them and your pussy is throbbing. You tug Peter’s shirt off and lick your lips when you get to his pants. You pull them down and are met with the sight of his hard dick, slapping against his lower abs.

You reach out for him but Peter pushes you across the bed, making room to situate himself between your legs, lifting them in the air by your ankles.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, a finger slipping under the seam of your panties and pulling it off where it’s clinging to your skin. He lets go again and leans in, pressing a delicate kiss to your still clothed pussy while he looks into your eyes.

You squirm at his touch when he licks all the way from your pussy to the top of your panties once, still not taking them off you.

You begin to lift your hips to just remove them yourself, but he replaces your fingers and pulls the panties down your legs, throwing them to the floor.

“So fucking pretty,” Peter licks his lips. He grabs your thighs, spreading them, and folds them towards your body to get a better look at your pussy. And once he does, he grins. Without a second thought, his mouth is on you, tongue parting your folds and he gives you everything he has.

You cast a quick glance at Pete who’s jerking himself off now, thumb running over the head of his cock, hand squeezing himself hard while he watches Peter eat your pussy.

“You like when he touches you?” Pete asks. You try to smile at your boyfriend but all you can do is moan when Peter begins sucking on your clit and you almost see stars.

“And you like when he watches me eat this pretty pussy?” Peter asks, and you’re still too overwhelmed by his tongue between your folds to even speak.

Your hips buck up but Peter holds you down with his free arm over your tummy.

You see Pete’s hand speeding up as he strokes himself to the scene unfolding in front of him and the sound makes you even wetter.

Peter’s hand trails up your body and he cups one of your tits, playing with your nipple. You arch your back in pleasure and he pushes his whole face against your pussy as he continues eating you out as if his life depended on it. Simultaneously, you hear Pete’s low groans, reminding you that he’s watching and getting off just as much as you.

Peter’s tongue stays on your clit the whole time, lapping up all you give him. His mouth on your pussy is so loud, creating an obscene wet sound that turns you on even more.

“I missed this pussy. So so much. God, you taste even fucking better than I remember,” Peter moans. You grip his hair and start grinding your hips against his face, chasing nothing but your pleasure.

The best part is that Peter doesn’t even have to look at your pussy to make you feel good. His mouth on you is all he needs but his eyes stay on your face the whole time while he licks your clit over and over again; paired with your own movements, the pressure of it is just right.

You take a last deep breath in before waves of bliss flood through your body. You push Peter’s face between your legs as hard as you can and you feel his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking, and making your back arch off the bed and against him.

Watching another man eat your pussy, Pete completely loses it. The sight is sexier than anything else he’s ever seen. You, blissed out from the touch of another man, and Peter’s face all but disappearing between your legs, drowning in your pussy.

Pete’s eyes involuntarily squeeze shut as ropes of white shoot all over his hands. He bites his lip but is unable to keep in his moan – a moan that you’d recognise anywhere.

You come down from your high at the same time as him, a fucked out look clouding your eyes as you grin at Pete and slowly push Peter’s face away, only a few inches. He beams at you, eyes sparkling and forehead a bit shiny.

He comes up to your face to kiss you, delivering a bruising kiss to your lips, his tongue in your mouth.

You hear Pete getting up and cleaning himself up while you lay back down, breathless, with your eyes closed. When you open them again Pete’s kneeling next to the bed, reaching out to hold your hand.

“I’ll leave you two alone for a second, okay?”

“Are you sure?” You ask, looking for confirmation in his eyes. He nods softly and kisses you. You hold his hand until he’s out of reach and he tells Peter to take care of you even when you all know he will.

You smile at each other when he leaves out the door and you feel completely at peace with his decision. You focus all your attention on Peter on top of you and brush his hair out of his face.

He kisses your jaw, down your neck and then your chest. “You’re so beautiful,” he tells you.

“You too,” you smile shyly.

Peter looks between your legs, positioning himself on top of you, “Can I?”

“Please,” you breathe out.

You both close your eyes when Peter pushes into you slowly. You lean your forehead against his for support as you feel all of him filling you up.

His gaze never leaves your face and he slides his hands underneath your back, holding you tight and not letting go as he thrusts into you.

Even though you’ve never done this with him before, it doesn’t feel like your first time. He knows all of your sweet spots and when to slow down or go faster.

His hand comes down to rub at your clit, slow but steady. You grip the hair by the back of his head, pushing your chest against his, feeling like you’re in heaven.

“Can’t believe this is happening. I thought about it so many times but it felt so wrong,” he whispers.

“It’s happening. And it feels so right. Fuck, it feels so good,” you breathe out, close to your second high and close to him, both physically and emotionally. You look into his eyes the whole time, letting him see you at your most vulnerable and the look in his eyes tells you that, to him, perfect.

“I know, cum for me. Please, baby. You’re so gorgeous, I need to feel you around me,” he pleads, rubbing tight circles around your clit until your legs tense and you’re overcome with another orgasm.

He gently rocks you on his dick until it’s over and you kiss the corner of his mouth. He smiles against your cheek and grabs your chin to move your lips to his.

Peter’s mouth slowly trails down your body once more, “Can I taste you? Just one more time.”

“You don’t have to ask,” you smile and lay back, relaxing as he works his magic on you. He has you coming undone within another minute, positively drowning in your pussy, worshipping your body with every movement.

He moans into you when you reach your high for the third time and you throw your head back, pushing your hips up and against his face while he grips your thighs.

Peter gives you a few moments to calm your breathing down, your belly still pulsing with the aftershocks. You notice that he’s still hard, somehow having managed not to cum yet.

“I wanna go down on you. You wanna cum in my mouth?”

“Anything you want. I’ll do anything,” he begs and you take his hands for a second to steady yourself when you change positions, you on top now. You stay there for a few moments, kissing him with his dick nestled against your pussy, both of you pulsing and wet with want.

You push yourself up with a hand on his chest as you grind against him, you can’t resist. He grabs your hips and helps you rub your pussy against his dick faster. When you see him look down between your legs, barely managing to keep his eyes open you scoot back, “Wait, I wanna feel you in my mouth first,” you tell him, noticing he was close.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he pulls you up and towards him, not able to stop himself from kissing you again. But you feel his precum on your stomach and you can’t imagine how badly he wants to just cum by now.

He takes one of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers and you place your other hand on his abs for support when you get between his legs.

He looks you right in the eyes when you lick up his entire length once and an uncontrolled moan leaves his lips. You let some of your spit dribble down on the head of his cock.

“Oh my god, fuck” he gasps when you suck his head into your mouth, and he looks away for a few moments so he can last longer.

You breathe through your nose while you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks and you hum simply because he feels so good in your mouth.

You grab him by the base and push his dick against the inside of your cheek and when you pull away, you kiss down the side of him, spit coating your lips.

You moan with him as you take him all the way, bobbing your head up and down slowly, pulling off every now and then to lick the top of him.

“Fuck I love you. I love you so much. I’m gonna cum, fuck,” he groans, hips shooting up, and you take it all when he spills into your mouth, taking your time to swallow all of him.

You don’t stop until you feel him soften and he gently tugs you up, wrapping an arm around you to hold you close, and he pulls the blanket over you to keep you warm.

You feel his lips on top of your head and lean in when he gives you a few more kisses all over your body. He takes a deep breath in and suddenly you hear a quiet sniffle.

“Hey,” you pull his head on your chest with the blanket still around you, “It’s okay,” you cradle his face and kiss his forehead, tears forming in your eyes too.

“Thank you so much for this. It means the world to me,” he whispers, squeezing your hand.

You give him a soft smile and he relaxes, shedding only a few more tears. He knows better than to apologise to you about being emotional and crying, but you can tell it was as unexpected for him as it was for you.

“You’re so pretty,” you brush a hand through his hair and notice how his cheeks become red in an instant. It’s cute how easily all versions of Peter blush.

“You wanna get cleaned up?” He asks as a distraction and when he suddenly picks you up you squeal and hold on as tightly as you can even though you know he’d never drop you.

By the time you’re in a comfy hoodie and sweatpants, Pete is back and you tackle him to his bed with a kiss and a hug, pulling Peter down with you.

You don’t talk about what just happened, you know it’s nothing you can describe with words. Just how Pete didn’t have to explain himself when he left; he just wanted to give Peter the closure he deserved and knew you wanted the same and could actually give it to him. It was way more than just sex and neither of you had to say that out loud.

Which doesn’t mean that you won’t be thinking about it for months–if not years–to come. It wasn’t just sex but it was sex nevertheless. Not to mention that it fulfilled a fantasy Pete’s been thinking about forever and allowed him to witness it in a safe space without really having to bring another man into the bedroom with you.

With you lying between the two Peters you trade stories about your relationship, about your lives.

“The first time we had sex…” Peter starts, you and Pete listening intently, “It was so clumsy and silly. But still so lovely and sexy. Your hair got stuck in my belt and—”

“I leaned on your finger and sprained it?” You finish his sentence and Peter smiles, realising how similar some of your experiences are.

He’s quiet for a bit and then he looks down, not letting go of your hand that is intertwined with his, resting on your belly next to your and Pete’s hand. “The way you died was wh—”

You silence him immediately, “No. You don’t have to tell me. I trust you, I trust Pete. It’s not going to happen again. When I die one day, then I die and it was meant to happen. But I know you– I know Pete will protect me with his life. And I promised Pete early on that I wouldn’t get involved in anything Spider-Man related.”

“You promised me too, but you always had a mind of your own,” Peter says, kissing your temple.

“I’ll do what I think is right, it’s what we all do.”

Peter and Pete exchange a look that you can’t decipher. You don’t know if he’ll tell Pete the story before he goes, to know what to look out for. If they decide to do that it’s just what they think is right and you won’t try to stop them.

You listen to them telling more stories with a smile on your face, occasionally kissing one (or both) of them, as they talk about anything and everything. They place kisses on each side of your neck after you let out a long yawn and they tell you to rest.

You fall asleep feeling as comfortable and safe as hardly ever before.

“I had so much fun, it was an honour to meet you... I love you,” Peter says to Pete the next day during their goodbye hug.

Pete pauses for a second, “Love you too, dude. Get home safe.”

“I will.”

They hug for a few more moments and both pull away with a grin.

Peter stands in front of you next and you hug him exactly how you hug someone you’re never going to see again. You don’t know if you stand there for seconds or hours, you’re not paying attention to anything but the warmth of his chest and his arms around your back.

With your hands on his face, you lean in to kiss his forehead, then his cheek, his other cheek, and then you place a quick kiss on his lips and pull him in for a last hug, your arms wrapping around his neck and he doesn’t let go of you.

You look past Peter to see Dr Strange pretending not to watch, an awkward silence among you all that nearly makes you laugh. “I’m not judging I just.. okay I am judging. But I don’t care quite enough to stand here another hour, so please just hurry up so we can get this over with,” Dr Strange says.

The three of you smile and you take Peter’s hands in your face once more, “You deserve to find another love. Don’t give up, okay? And stop being a wimp and ask out your neighbour. The one you told us about, he sounds nice.”

“I promise I will,” he chuckles, slowly letting go of you.

“Stay safe,” you look him in the eyes.

“You too.” He decides to kiss you once more, holding you tight while he does it. You pull away with smiles on your faces and tears in your eyes.

He gives Ned a high five, promising to find a version of Ned in his own universe.

“It’s whatever,” Ned shrugs, “But I’m just saying it’s your loss if you don’t have a Ned in your life.”

You all smile at each other, okay with the fact that it’s over now. It was amazing while it lasted.

Dr Strange completes his spell with you tightly holding one of Peter’s hands and he disappears in a flash of light, but not without holding up a peace sign to say goodbye.

As soon as the other version of him is gone, Pete immediately wraps his arms around you in a loving hug.

“I love you so much, Pete,” you look at him with a few tears escaping your eyes, feeling even more love for him than ever before, “You’re my everything.”

“And you’re mine. I love you.”

You thank Dr Strange and say goodbye to Ned, arranging to hang out soon before he leaves in the opposite direction as Dr Strange.

You sit outside with Pete until the sun goes down, enjoying each other’s company and sitting arm in arm. You feel more peaceful than ever, sitting next to the love of your life in an untroubled silence.

You look at each other and don’t need words to know what the other is thinking.

You’re both silently rooting for Peter, wherever he may be, and you know he’s rooting for you.

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~ 𝒜𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓇𝓎 ~

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ; dom!seungmin x sub!fem!reader, piv, unprotected sex, mirror sex, established relationship, fingering, degradation, impact play, slight dacryphilia, clitoral stimulation, stomach bulge,,,, hitting it from the back LMAO (please-), hair pulling, saliva, orgasm (m/f), creampie, cum, a bit of fluff in the end oh and aftercare <3

ＷｏｒｄＣｏｕｎｔ; 3.7 k

Ｎｏｔｅ; this lil piece was inspired by this ask!! (,,, made it more cherry style,,, which means more degrading-)

also idk this reminded me of the earlier days of me making fics- i think its because its kinda short and this layout EEEEEEK-

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

You thought you knew your boyfriend well after dating him for 3 years. In your eyes he was the most innocent person you knew, his eyes always lost whenever you joked about something remotely sexual. But when it came down to actually having sex he wasn’t the one to shy away, instead guiding you through it as if he was dancing a tango. A tango consisting of sloppy kisses and sticky sweaty bodies.

The automatic lock on the hotel door let out a small beep as the keycard was inserted, the door opening with a gentle push and greeting you inside a purple dim lit room. You smiled at your boyfriend Seungmin who grinned back at you, pulling you inside the room hastily before shutting the door behind him.

“w-woah~ minnie,,, this is so pretty, thank you!” you squealed as you looked around the room, your eyes busy scanning all the beautiful details that your boyfriend had payed attention to for your third year anniversary, everything from the flower petals on the floor to the snacks that piled up on a table by the sofa that was a distance away from the wide bed with white fluffy pillows and covers. Seungmin shrugged his shoulders, the wrinkles of his dark button up shirt creasing by the elbows as the fabric was folded up, exposing the veins that ran up his forearms. He stepped closer to your figure that was fascinated by the dark lights, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and placing his chin on the crook of your neck, giggling softly at your reaction.

“You seem to like it” he stated to which you nodded, turning your head to him and pecking him on the tip of his nose, the boy scrunching it as it tickled. “You know what I like the most?” he asked, you answering him with a simple “no?”

“The mirrors around the bed” he said in a dark voice that sent shivers down your spine, his lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear as his hot breath grazed against your cheek. You nodded in agreement, not sure what else to say if there was any time to say something before you were grabbed by the wrist and pushed down on the bed, falling back on the soft covers and pillows, your hair flying in your face. You giggled as Seungmin climbed on top of you, his face hovering above yours as he pushed the stray pieces of hair behind your ear, simply observing the beauty of you, his heart melting at how the apples of your cheeks stood out whenever you smiled brightly at him, the corners of your lips turning upwards and your eyes glittering in even the darkest of light. With two careful hands you cupped Seungmin jaw, swiping your thumbs across the supple skin of his cheekbones before he leaned down to kiss you on the lips, the boy turning his head slightly and bumping his nose against your causing the both of you two smile into the kiss, your cheeks heating up with shy arousal after his tongue slowly slips into your mouth, wet tounge gliding across the surface of yours in a languid and erotic kiss.

Sure, you’d been in bed with your boyfriend countless times but he somehow always managed to make it feel like the first. The butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach, billowing out of your mouth and entering his, sharing the nervosity.

Your hands descended down his body, unbuttoning every button that ran up his shirt, revealing his upper body bit for bit. He pulled away from the kiss, standing on his knees above your lying figure, gulping as you looked up at him removing the article of clothing before you heard the familiar sound of his belt buckle clinking as he unbuckled it. Only now when he’s out of your sight to remove his tight fitting pants do you notice the reflection on the ceiling, how you can see everything so clearly whenever you are taking off your shirt, pulling it over your head and throwing it to the side of the bed, you now lying in a white bra and with your pants still on, eager to remove them in order to see what Seungmin saw every time he fucked you. You heard him snicker as your eyes was focused on the mirror, your expression changing from curious to flustered when Seungmin’s hands caressed you stomach before undoing the zipper of the pants, pulling you downwards slightly together with the pants as he took them off, tossing them together with his clothes beneath the bed, landing with a soft thud against the wooden floor. Your panties didn’t match the bra but when did they ever? The least you expected from your boyfriend was a full view of your body in a mirror but that’s what you got and you weren’t complaining.

“You already seem interested babygirl” he said, looking up into the mirror and meeting your eyes there instead of gazing at them directly. You nodded as he looked back, observing the body he loved the most in the whole wide world. How your tits sat perfectly in the soft cups of your bra and how you squirmed with your legs, rubbing your thighs together every time he spoke in that deep voice.

“Good cause that’s where you’ll be looking tonight.” he moved closer to you, sinking down his body against yours and putting his lips close to your ear, his whisper seducing you. “You’re gonna watch yourself cum.”

You froze in position, your heart beating in your throat as the wet patch on your panties grew damp. He pressed his soft lips against your again, biting your bottom lip playfully before his tongue came in contact with yours again, trailing down his hand with the tips of his fingers dancing across your skin, swiftly gliding it under the elastic of your lacy panties and running his middle finger between your folds, feeling the sticky wetness adhere to his finger. Goosebumps erupted on your skin at the sudden touch, the boy groaning at how wet you are from just his kiss, wanting to ruin you and make you nothing more but a drooling and crying mess for him. Slowly he pulled away, giggling lowly as he observed his fingertip that was clad in your sticky essence before he placed it on your lips, you automatically latching on and sucking on his finger before he added another one, your saliva mixing with the slick and dribbling out from the corner of your swollen lips. You looked him dead in the eye, the sexual tension was more than just words and actions, it loomed around the two of you like a thick cloud of smoke. It was in his sharp gaze, the titillation mixed with yearning although he had you whenever he pleased.

Your wet tongue swirled around his digits, your lips pursed as he pushed his fingers deeper inside your mouth, almost making you choke and groaning softly at the way you softened your tongue, just imagining how you’d look with your pretty lips wrapped around his throbbing shaft. Blood was already rushing south, Seungmin’s cock begging to be touched and it wasn’t long before it was, your hand travling up his bare thigh until you reached his clothed hard-on, squeezing his member through the fabric and coaxing a long moan from the male. With a pop he removed his fingers and quickly stripped himself from his underwear before he kneaded your breasts, pushing the bra lower down on your torso and exposing you to him, the gentle buds hardening as the cold air met them. His cheeks were tinged with red as well as the tips of his ears, barely visible from the purple light that engulfed the two figures in the dark. His hands sloped downwards, tugging on the rim of your panties before pulling them down to your ankles, you kicking them off with your feet and automatically spreading your legs, displaying your wetness to the horny boy. He scoffed at your shamelessness, running his fingers up your folds and gently circling your clit and landing a small slap on your cunt, causing you to jolt upwards, your nose scrunching in pleasurable pain.

“Look at you, spreading your legs like that. Such a good whore” he cooed at you as he unexpectedly pushed two fingers into your sopping hole, you hissing at the inital stretch, putting your forearms on your tits and pushing them together, a defined cleavage forming that only made the young boy drool from the sight, wanting to fuck your tits and cum all over them. Make you a mess. A small “mhm” made it’s way out of your pretty pout, Seungmin prodding his fingers inside you and making you squirm as he grabbed your face with the other hand, making you look upwards causing you to look up at your own desperate reflection, your neck bending backwards from him squeezing your cheeks together and tilting your head back, refusing to let you look at him.

“You’re gonna watch yourself, see how slutty you are for me” he growled, you not being able to do much other than moan through the pout that formed as he abused your hole with his fingers, curling them up inside you and reaching the raised area of your g-spot, a loud mewl escaping you as he repeatedly teased your clit with his thumb along with moving his fingers between your velvety walls, tears threatening to fall from the corners of your glimmering eyes that swallowed the minimal light in the room. Before you knew it your cheek started stinging, the sensitive nerves reacting to the slap that he placed across the skin, the pain canceling out the noise that formed when the palm of his hand came in contact with your cheek. You bit your teeth together in order to not scream out in pleasure as he used his entire forearms to shake your insides, the squelching sound of your pussy only arousing him more until he couldn’t take it anymore.

He needed to fuck you.

Hard.

Seungmin pried your legs open, holding a firm grip on the inside of each thigh and gripping the fleshy, supple skin, slapping it once before he lined himself up with your entrance, you gazing at him through half-open eyes and furrowed eyebrows to which he tsked, spitting on your tits and seeing the hot saliva run down the side and stain the bed before he spoke.

“Don’t you dare look at me, look at yourself and how good I’m fucking you. How fucking pathetic you are for my cock.”

His voice trailed down your spine, making your arousal blossom even more than it already had, him rubbing the tip of his leaking cock against your wet folds, spreading the glistening precum on your sex. You gulped loudly, remaining eye contact with your own reflection on the roof, exhaling when he pushed himself into your tight cunt and feeling your muscles relax, the tension in your shoulders melting away like warm butter. Even if it wasn’t the first time, you still got nervous and no matter how much Seungmin fucked you, your cunt always wrapped around his cock snuggly, welcoming him into your sopping heat. He groaned, a deep sound that came from within, basking in the pleasure of just having the sensitive crimson tip of his cock inside your throbbing cunt.

“S-seungmin,,, please f-fuck me already” you begged, biting your bottom lip and looking at him through the mirror, only the crown of his being visible causing you to get even more impatient. You couldn’t read his facial expressions or his body language besides from the small field of vision you had at the bottom of your eyes. You could listen to what he said. Smell his familiar scent as it wafted over to you with each thrust that was slow and mellow, him rolling his hips against yours and playing shyly with your clit by putting his hand on your lower abdomen and using his thumb to toy with the bundle of nerves. He had barely had his fun with you until tears started to spill from your eyes, trying to grip the soft sheets on which you lied on, only making the bed a bigger mess than it already was, marked with spit and tears. Luckily the bed was secured, the headboard not banging against the wall but the sound of Seungmin’s cock ramming into you bounced off the white stucco walls, the sound of skin slapping against each other mixed with your high-pitched moans, your lovers name stringed throughout the incoherent sentences.

“You’re so fucking loud” He said, slapping your cheeks once again before speaking, “but I love you.”

You could barely keep your eyes on the mirror and when you did you could only look at Seungmin through the reflection, your thighs quivering as he put more pressure on your clit with the rough pad of his thumb, circling it in small figure eights. The way he talked to you and touched you made the pit of your core burn in a blue and orange flame. You were nothing more than a whore, a toy that he could use to his advantage.

But you were his.

Your tits jiggled with every thrust that got more and more vicious, Seungmin holding your legs apart by your thigh and rolling his head back in pleasure, small beads of sweat decorating the skin on his temples and along his hairline, soaking a couple of strands of his dark colored hair. You could only imagine his semi-erotic facial expression, getting both frustrated and turned on by the fact that you couldn’t see how hot your boyfriend looked right this moment. A lot of things were left to the imagination with his deep grunts and the soaking sounds of his cock entering you repeatedly being an aid. An accidental moan escaped through your throat as Seungmin gathered his strength in order to roughly slam into you, your entire body jolting upwards on the bed and causing your toes to curl, back arching against the mattress.

“You want to cum already babygirl? I can feel you clenching around me and I’m sure you can see your dumb drooling self in the mirror” he said, you not even noticing the small stream of saliva that run from your parted lips along your jaw, your breathing getting more rapid as he removed his hand from your clit and instead lifted your legs up, pressing them closer to your upper body. You screamed at the new access the man gained, the subtle outline of his cock was traced on your stomach as he pounded up into you, your clit throbbing in the lack of contact.

“F-fuck,,, fuck yes,, g-gonna cum” you muttered out in broken syllables, barely being able to look upwards without getting flustered by the sight if you even saw anything at allf rom how your eyes watered, tears brimming at the edges and blurring the stuff you could see through the dark colored lights. Seungmin laughed lowly, adoring the fear mixed with satisfaction in your glimmering eyes, fucking you hard enough to make your hair a spread out mess on the bed, sticking to the saliva on your lips. Suddenly he pulled out, you letting out a tiresome moan and cupping your tits in your hands, pulling on your nipples slightly before releasing, your eyes landing on your boyfriends that were dark with lust. Your body language spoke volumes, you trying to make yourself as small as possible due to worry, wondering why he looked at you with those hooded eyes and that wicked smile. He tapped you on the side of your waist, a silent signal for you to turn around and you compiled without words but only then did you realize what he wanted, what his evil intentions were. In front of you, you saw your own reflection, forgetting that the two walls that welcomed the bed were completely covered in glas, reflecting back your fucked out face that was stained with tears and pure arousement. Seungmin’s hand snaked through your hair, grabbing a fistful by the roots and tilting your head up so that you looked at yourself from an angle, your eyes still glued on him but now instead through a clear mirror. Automatically your back arched, your perky butt up in the air, your cunt crying out from the lack of attention as he leaned closer to your ear, draping his body over yours and whispering seductively into your ear.

“Don’t you dare look at me, I don’t like nasty whores looking at me. Watch how fucking pathetic you are when getting fucked.” He cleared his throat, his breath tickling against the side of your neck when his other hand stroked your back before wrapping around your throat, pushing on the sides and making you choke, lightheadedness making the room spin in a mystical and aroused daze.

“No one else can fuck you this good, isn’t that right y/n?”

You nodded, the boy feeling the saliva run down your esophagus as you gulped loudly, your heart racing in your chest. He placed a wet kiss behind your ear causing you to raise your shoulder towards your head, a small giggle escaping you as the light kiss tickled your skin, you saw him smile momentarily, his intimidating aura bursting by the seams from the way your lips lingered in a smile even moments after he had kissed you. Both his hands cascaded down your back as he stood on his knees behind your cowered figure, a slap echoing in your ears before the pain surged through your skin, almost like he left an imaginative handprint on your asscheek. It was almost a threat. You needed to look at yourself in the mirror ahead of you or else he would punish you by more slaps, spit on you or both at the same time. You wanted to be good for him, it was afterall an anniversary.

“Are you ready sweetheart?” he murmured under his breath to which you nodded, having to break eye contact with yourself from the humiliation you felt of watching yourself in the eyes while your boyfriend was pushing into your slippery cunt, carding through his dark hair with the other hand, pushing a couple of sweaty strands away from his glistening forehead, the same warm feeling of your pussy enveloping around his cock. You nodded a bit too late, your jaw hanging slack from the pleasure as you rolled your eyes back, gasping for air and moaning uncontrollably. He grabbed your hair by a fistful again, twisting it around his wrist that was the home to a dainty silver bracelet, his vicious thrusts startling you.

“I said fucking look at yourself, are you that dumb or do you only understand when I slap you, hm?” he practically growled at you, attentively watching your every facial expression and seeing the approaching climax almost painted on your face. It was the way your eyes puffed up, your cheeks clad in glittering tears and your lips swollen from just how much you had been biting on them in order to silence your screams. Seungmin licked two fingers on his other hand and snaked around your waist, diving in between your legs in order to play with the sensitive bundle of nerves, driving you over the edge.

“o-oh,, fuck! yes! right there, g-gonna cum!” you yelled in a high-pitched voice, arching your back even more and scrunching the sheets up with your hands, trying to find something to hold on to in order to not bounce back on Seungmin’s cock harder than you already were. This was a scene so far beyond erotic. You didn’t know that watching yourself get fucked hard and deep could be so thrilling, especially since you weren’t allowed to look at Seungmin without getting slapped around like the whore you are.

Your lovers thrusts got sloppier and uneven, the pack slowing down and him instead going deeper, his hips slamming against your ass and causing your buttcheeks to wobble, him pinching your clit and making your knees weak, it was almost impossible to hold on any longer. With a final hard thrust you came, your love juices coating his throbbing cock that was decorated with thick veins, you moaning his name repeatedly until you came down from your high, your hand trying to grab onto his wrist to the hand that was circling your clit, begging him to stop. Your desperate whimpers was what set Seungmin’s climax off, the young boy rolling his head back before a low grunt escaped his mouth, dumping his cum inside your puffy hole and coloring your velvety walls in his milky white cum. The warmth was comforting, just as comforting as Seungmin releasing his hand from your hair and cunt, stroking your back and muttering “good girl” multiple times along with a small “i love you”, reminding you of how much he loved and cherished you.

The room got silent, fatigued breaths hitting your ears, feeling Seungmin pulling out of you and only seconds later feeling the familiar feeling of cum dripping out, running against your cunt and small droplets staining the bed in a darker shade. You heard Seungmin snicker behind you, running his fingers along your cunt and smearing the cum all over, you flinching in overstimulation as his fingers came in direct contact with your sore clit.

“You good?” you asked as you turned around, your eyes lightning up as you saw his handsome face again, only this time you caught it in the moment you loved it the most; right after sex.

“Mhm, how are you baby?” he inquired to which you nodded before answering.

“Now I’m doing good cause I can see you~" you said with a bright smile, stretching out your arms to which Seungmin complied, hugging you back and feeling your bare tits pressing up against his warm chest. He cupped your cheek, swiping his thumb across your cheeks that were still stinging, leaving a small kiss on it.

“You know that I love you?” he asked quietly, you looking him deep in the eyes and smiling, his eyes turning into half-moons as he smiled back.

“Of course I do, minnie” you answered, placing a delicate kiss on his cherry red lips. The purple lights luring the both of you to sleep, covering your eyes and enticing you into a deep slumber.

It was an anniversary worth remembering.

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4dtk · 3 years

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jaehyun as a bf

anon: “your writing brings me butterflies i love it you are so underrated!!!!! would love to request a jaehyun bf headcanons (like the one you did of mark <3)” thank you for the kind words anon <333 hope you enjoy this one!

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brief mentions of sex, but nothing explicitly nsfw!

likes to talk about music with you

especially jazz. there’s a plethora of songs out there with different renditions and sometimes he likes to ramble about who’s rendition he likes best

would play the piano for you if you asked, just maybe not after schedules or something. but usually when you’re free or alone together in the room, he likes you to sit beside him to listen to him play

you guys like to play a little game where he’ll play the chords and you play like a random note to create blobs of music

even if you don’t know how, the way the session always dissolves into giggles is his favourite thing in the world

if you know how to play the piano that’s great too!! jaehyun just likes the unexpected notes that come out since there’s no set melody in his mind

jaehyun needs to have some part of his body on yours at all times. like he has to hold your hand all the time, or a finger hooked around your backpack, or an arm around your waist.

at least when you’re together he does it very often and he’s just. obsessed with you lmfao

it’s also the reason he buys a promise ring when he’s sure of you as a significant other so you always have a part of him with you (his love)

would buy you those lockets for you to put pictures inside. he doesn’t care where you wear it though, around your neck, wrist, ankle, as long as the locket is on your person

he clings onto you like crazy in the mornings. jaehyun’s a heavy sleeper and likes to hug you on his side, so you’re always having trouble trying to pry him off of you in the morning

a bit nsfw: he likes morning lazy sex lol, ngl. jaehyun adores the rawness of your relationship in the morning and the sleepiness in your eyes when you’re gently pushing him away. he knows you don’t mean it but he makes sure you really want it first

loves the sunlight kissing your skin and the slow, gentle movements

so so intimate, he prefers it to the rougher forms of sex, but sometimes he doesn’t have that luxury since they leave for schedules quite often in the wee hours of dawn

for cuddling sense, jaehyun likes it when you’re under his arm and cuddled into his side. classic position but he dies every time inside when you look up at him and there’s this clueless look you have. has the biggest smile on his face after and you have to repeat the stuff you said bc he’s too distracted by how your eyes shine

second hot favourite (more of when you’re making out) is when you’re straddling him. nothing sexual, just like you on top of him when you’re kissing and stuff. he digs it when you’re pulling away for oxygen and he has to lift his body to reach for your lips again

gets flustered from kissing, but doesn’t show it. if he’s found a way to suppress the crazy crimson on his ears (which i doubt) then he will but his words will always contradict his expression

jaehyun can say “are you nervous, y/n?” with a smirk but his ears keep giving him away!!!!

mfer’s hands are shaking too when he trails it over your body. in disbelief you’re his.

sometimes shamelessly moans into the kiss LOL, not too loud but he whines when you pull away, and has to kiss you breathless again

when you kiss him, expect like a long-lasting kiss. doesn’t mind small pecks and stuff but he’ll want to savour your lips a little longer than a mere peck

jaehyun likes your neck too. when you’re hugging his face is always in your neck, placing small little butterfly kisses

you need to look out for him, always. mans always tripping over something at some point. it’s become more frequent now that he has you and my god he’s so unable to keep his eyes off of you that he trips over simple things. he once tripped over nothing

on the daily when he’s not tripping over you, he’s clumsy in a sense where he drops food on the table. he once struggled to tie up his growing hair into a mini ponytail bc it was just too little hair. the hair tie slipped from his fingers and shot itself into your face - those kinds of small small mishaps

it’s endearing but sometimes you can’t help but laugh at him

likes to take you out on impromptu dates. dates that are close by and easy to plan (?) i guess.

not saying jaehyun is a lazy boyfriend but he likes the more candid dates where you decide what to do as you go along. of course if it’s a big day like your anniversary or birthdays then he’d want to plan something out.

other than that, he just either lets you choose the places to go there or you two decide along the way. he doesn’t want to impose options for you and pressure you. if he’s being honest, he wouldn’t know where to go either lol so he just follows wherever you bring him

laughs so much when he’s with you. giggles, deep laugh, whatever you name it. your relationship is very light-hearted and he finds that he’s the one laughing more when you deliver jokes even tho he wants to make you laugh too

i can’t lie… his jokes can be dry sometimes i’m sorry jaehyun 😭 so he backs it up with laughter and has to catch his breath sometimes bc he finds it really funny

you’re not laughing at the joke, rather at his laugh so you might have to tell him that some way or another bc he’ll just keep making bad jokes i’m sorry y’all

he can’t handle the suuuuuper cheesy physically affectionate films or series (with shitty plot) but i feel like if the story’s interesting enough he’ll pay attention. likes bittersweet films too, i feel, gets him thinking

doesn’t mind cliched plots (fake dating / idealist girl meets realist boy / idk any others lol) but would propose something at the end that he thinks will make the movie/series more interesting

jaehyun likes to share his theories with you

unironically wants to learn the la la land tap dance scene with you. he ALWAYS hums city of stars too, no matter what. idk why but it sticks to him, in bed, in breakfast, when he’s doing something random

he did it once on the radio and he received a text from you in break that told him he was humming along to the song

with that said, jaehyun wants to try out the stuff in the rain quite a bit. making out, dancing, lying down, running, he likes that fascination that society has with doing things in the rain

doesn’t like it too much that he’ll get soaked, but as long as you’re with him and willing to do it, he’s all for it

jaehyun would def want kids in the future. wants to dote on them and buy them stuff and whatnot. wants to see them running around the house with laughter while you both struggle to contain the bursts of excitement they have

doesn’t care for the dynamic much. if he’s the one to stay at home to take care of them while you work, he can work with it. if it’s the other way round, he’s okay too

he just worries that if he’s still involved with the entertainment industry, you might have to take a back seat since he’ll be the one earning the money, and he doesn’t want babysitters either.

heart is so so full when he comes back home and you’re just playing with the kids, or singing them to sleep. any sight of you with him is enough to make him melt into a puddle

HAS to hold them even if they’re asleep. wants to always have them close to him while he nudges you to shower or get the food ready.

like jaehyun, he would wanna meet someone in a vinyl shop or bookstore. he knows it’s cliched but the thought of meeting someone when you’re buying something is exciting. anything unexpected for him, he welcomes it

the next few are just random, miscellaneous headcanons: he likes to see you in his clothes, preferably with nothing underneath. just his shirt lol. cheeky man

jaehyun likes it when you shower together (again, nothing sexual, just likes the domesticity)

likes it when you fall asleep on him

will never stop gushing about you to his parents, first time you met them they’re like “he’s told us so much about you!” and he really did

feels comfortable in your presence, no makeup, messy hair, no need for a perfect bod. he’s just jaehyun. jung yuno if you will

adores it when you call him “lover” i mean boyfriend is good, significant other is good, but lover is just chef’s kiss

it is a bit cheesy if you think about it, so it’s not often that you say it. when you do say it in songs when you’re singing it to him, he can’t stop smiling

plays lover, you should’ve come over when he’s on tour bc it’s the closest thing he can get to a replica of how he feels for you

and when jaehyun falls asleep to the song, all he can remember is your honey voice singing it to him. he’ll just have to hold onto it before he can see you again

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prrism · 2 years

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A Visit From… Fundy (Second Visit)

Relationship: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

"I’m back!"

"Already?" You look over at your little "errand boy" seeing him haul in the ingredients you’d asked for, you give a questioning look and cross your arms. "You didn’t steal these from someone else’s base did you?"

"Nope, they’re gathered naturally, like you asked." He says with great confidence. You give him a gentle pat on the head before taking the items and carefully start putting them away, figuring if he was lying someone would most likely show up and complain about it. "So was there anything else you needed me to do?" He gives an almost expectant look.

"Whoa, slow down a little. Aren’t you involved with that election going on? Shouldn’t you be focusing on that instead of misalliance tasks? Not that I don’t mind the extra help or anything." You question.

"Honestly, I don’t know much about politics. I was just sorta doing it to try and get my dad's attention. Although winning would still be really nice…" He trails off a little onto his own fantasy.

"Hold up. Your dad?" You raise a curious eyebrow at him.

"Umm yeah, you know Wilbur, my dad." He says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "Did-did he not tell you I’m his son?" Fundy asks with a slight tilt to his head once he sees your confused expression, his voice a little softer with disappointment.

"I remember him mentioning that he married a fish, but I thought that was a joke!" You exclaim shocked by this strange revelation. You pause and calm yourself when you see the fox hybrid slumps down onto the floor with a saddened expression. "I-I’m sorry Fundy, it was never really brought up in conversation before." You have to kneel down a little to match his slumped over height, placing a hand on his shoulder. You hear him let out a small mix between a sad trill and a whine, you felt bad for him and gave some reassuring scratches behind his ears making them twitch as he subconsciously leans into the touch. You sit yourself down next to him on the floor for a few minutes in a comforting side hug, it was moments like this that really reminded you just how young teen was (would he be considered a teen? Idk, my version of this universe I do what I want). An idea suddenly sparks in your mind.

"Hey." You shake his shoulder a bit to pull in his full attention. "You know I was thinking, there are still a few things you could collect for me, if you’re up for it, and there might be a special treat waiting for you if you’re able to be back here by late afternoon." You suggest starring at your clock to set up a reasonable timeframe.

"Really?!" You can’t help the small smile when he perks up. "What kinda treat are we talking here?"

"How does a sweet berry jelly sandwich sound?" You ask knowing full well that was one of his favourites, this visibly makes him perk up even more in excitement.

"With an extra thick layer of jelly?" He’s now bouncing on his feet making you chuckle, responding with a nod. "Okay! Tell me what you need!" You get up and grab some paper to write down what you’ll need from him, the paper is practically ripped from your grip when you pass it to him and in a blink he’s out the door.

In truth you didn’t really need the items on the list but it didn’t hurt to have extra stock. You went into the kitchen to start making some of those jelly sandwiches, you figured after everything he put himself through, what with losing the pet war and all this election stuff, Fundy needed the lighthearted distraction, besides… Election Day was tomorrow…

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x platonic reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x platonic reader #fundy #fundy x reader

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alovesongshewrote · 3 years

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I Lie to Myself | Karl Heisenberg HCs

the reader is so glad they became Heisenberg’s assistant, but the light inside of them is dying. anyway, that’s enough of their boring sexy life, let’s talk about you- oh.

Taglist: @prismarts @blixeon @mxcheese

A/n: for some reason this looks better on my blog????? idk, just thought i’d let you know

Headcanons

Ever since you crawled into Heisenberg’s life, you’d been a little bit of a thorn in his side

A cute one!

But a thorn nonetheless

See, the thing is, you confused him

You were a lil enigma

Because you were just

Idk, unaffected? By everything around you?

You had to abandon the life you knew before and ended up in the village

Lady D and her kids had almost eaten you which left you a little scarred up, both physically and mentally

Then you’d almost been murdered by both soldats and lycans

Then you’d had a fucking tea party with Donna and Angie, and you watched a couple of rom coms with Moreau, neither of those are bad, they’re just weird

And now you worked as an assistant for scary magneto in his giant factory where he turned corpses into soldiers to fight his not-mom because she sucked

and you just

Walked it off

You were cool with it

You were vibing

And he didn’t get it

You just

Wandered around the factory

Fixing things and cleaning things like this was a normal job

And like, there’s a level where he could ignore it

If you were kinda mopey about it

Or if you were a little jumpy

Or if you were pissed, like

That would make sense

BUT NOPE

YOU FUCKIN TURN ON THE RADIO

WHICH WORKS BECAUSE YOU WILLED IT TO

(there’s no other explanation)

AND YOU JUST DANCE AROUND WHILE CLEANING

Heisenberg is a busy dude, but you are enough to distract him

(it’s bc when you wormed your way into his life, you also wormed your way into his heart)

OH, YEAH

ALSO

what’s even weirder

To Heisenberg, specifically

Is that you make him go to bed at a normal time???

And bring him coffee???

make sure he eats regularly??

Listen to him when he rambles on about his plans and/or that bitch Miranda???

Help him with his plans??

A s k about his plans????????

you generally engage in conversation with him

Basically, you were a decent, positive person who adapted quickly to a new situation and it confused the shit out of poor Karl

This man probably made a conspiracy board about you, red yarn and everything

I don’t know where he put it, but it existed

Anyway

One day

He’s watching you fuckin

Clean up part of the factory after one of the soldats got loose and caused problems

And you notice this time

And you’re like

“What’s up, boss? Need something?”

And he just

Fuckin

“How th’ fuck are you so happy?”

Cue your confusion

Ig it’s contagious

Anyway, before you can say anything he just

“You had your world taken from you. You lost everything, and then you almost died about thirty five times. Aren’t you angry?? Don’t you want, I don’t know, revenge!? Why are you not more-!?”

And you cut him off, as one does

“Distressed?”

“YES!”

And you

Well

Your expression is blank

And that

Is kind of terrifying

Then you walk over to Heisenberg (also scary)

And then

You smile

And it isn’t a genuine smile, it’s a fake, plastic smile

A customer service smile, if you will

And you go

“You wanna know my secret, Heis? I lie to myself. Every morning I wake up, and I’m here, surrounded by things that could end me without a second thought, and I tell myself it’s fine. I tell myself that if I’m nice to everyone, I’ll be left alone, but I am lying.”

You lightly touch one of the scars you got from the hot but murderous vampire milf

You don’t notice that you do this

Heisenberg does

He says nothing, though, and you continue

“Your sister and her daughters tried to eat me. Do you realize how fucked up that is? And now she’s basically my next door neighbor. A-and the lycans! And the soldats! I know you control them, but that- I-”

You stop for a second, once again recalling a painful memory before you continue

“This is killing me inside, very slowly. Every day, I-I tell myself that if I keep up a positive attitude, I will get through this, and every day I believe it, but I am starting to slip, Heisenberg. Look man, the light inside of me is dying, and I can’t leave, so I am trying to make the best of it.”

There’s a moment of silence and then you’re like

“So, do you want tacos for dinner? Because I’m thinking tacos.”

Don’t ask me how you would get the necessary ingredients for tacos, i don’t want to think about it

He ignores the tacos question altogether though, so it doesn’t matter anyway

“Do you want to leave?”

You know those noises that cats make when they’re sleeping and then you pet them?

The “prt” ?

Yeah, you kind of make that noise

Because his question was not about soft tacos

“Huh?”

“Do you want to leave this place? The village?”

And

Answering takes you a second

Because while your answer is actually “yes, please, take me out of here”

There are a lot of things you would miss

The duke is a cool dude

Moreau, Donna and Angie were all pretty chill as long as you weren’t a horror game protagonist

And, of course

Heisenberg.

You’d miss him.

and his voice

and the way he threw himself into his work

and the way he smelled like cigars and leather and metal

and the way he put up with your shenanigans

and how sometimes he got angry on your behalf

and how he just kind of

got you

in a way no one else had

Also, you’d miss the dead body factory

Instead of giving him a yes or no answer

You look him in the eye

And you say

“I don’t want to leave you.”

fucking knockout, amirite??

You might as well just fucking kill him, babe

you already shattered his heart into pieces, sooooooo

Anyway

It gets quiet again

Neither of you move

Though, if Heisenberg had had a normal, not-traumatising childhood where he’d learned to express his emotions properly, he probably would have asked if he could hug you

But he doesn’t

Instead you clear your throat and start talking about tacos again

Direct quote, “You’re my friend now. We’re having soft tacos for dinner!”

But yeah

After that

Things are different

You’re both a little shook

but

Heisenberg makes sure you go to bed on time

He brings you coffee or tea or whatever

Makes sure you eat regularly

And generally makes more of an effort to engage in conversation with you

It’s sweet

you notice it

And maybe you have to lie to yourself a little less

Anyway

Heisenberg now knows why you’re so chill, but he has no fucking clue why you’re so nice to him yet

Don’t worry

He’ll figure it out

Eventually

#heisenberg x reader #heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg x you #resident evil 8 x reader #are these really hcs?#idk and i don't care #merry christmas kids #enjoy your metal man #angst #fluff #i need a better way to tag my headcanons #karl heisenberg x reader

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littleoddwriter · 3 years

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Can I have some poly Asa and Jesse with male reader when they both realize they want to date reader? ;_; thanks bro

Missing Piece | Asa Emory/The Collector x Male!Reader x Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Hi there! I really hope you like this, Anon. [I'm sorry if this isn't- idk - very good. I couldn't come up with a better scenario and I already felt far too guilty for leaving you without your Fic for so long. I am facing some worsened issues, right now, I apologise.] Thanks for the request! <3

summary; Jesse's deep in his thoughts about you, his relationship with Asa and how you might fit into it all.

notes; Male!Reader; Off-hand mentions of Murder and Torture; Established Relationship; Friends to Lovers; Polyamory.

Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!

For a couple of years, Asa, Jesse and you have been friends. You were one of Asa’s colleagues and the only one that has ever managed to weave their way into his life, let alone heart. That was how you also met Jesse, since he’d been Asa’s boyfriend for years at that point, already.

Naturally, Jesse noticed early on that Asa was fascinated by you – captivated, even – and he couldn’t blame his partner at all. At first, he’s thought that it was the same for both of them; that they only looked as you as a potential plaything in the future, a victim they could torture and release together. But soon, Jesse’s own interest in you morphed into something deeper and by the looks of it, Asa’s feelings were making the same transformation as his.

From the beginning on, they’d always said they wouldn’t be completely exclusive and keep it open. If they wanted to fuck someone else, they could – no questions asked, no feelings hurt; and if either of them wanted to bring someone else into their relationship, then that was fine, too. After an initial discussion, of course. A quick fuck was one thing, but actually being with someone meant they both had to at least like the company of that other person.

Thus far, though, something like that hasn’t come up and so Jesse was a little unsure on how to proceed. Obviously, they both liked you, but that didn’t mean you wanted to date either or both of them, too. It didn’t mean that they were absolutely sure they wanted to bring you into their little world like this, either. Being friends was easy and while it wasn’t all just surface level, dating you could put their ‘hobbies’ on display for you, eventually, and scare you off.

You weren’t innocent by any means, and sometimes, you’d even express thoughts and desires of wanting to know what it felt like to actually let go and hurt someone; but every time you assured them that you wouldn’t ever dare to follow through with it. So, in comparison to them, you were certainly more innocent, more delicate perhaps. It was a sensitive matter, after all. And if you were to find out and not react according to what they wanted from you, then you were dangerous and had to be eliminated. That was how it worked and Jesse found himself hating the idea of hurting you like that, of killing you.

So, there was lots to think about and consider; options to weigh; feelings to be mindful of; potential dangers to be aware of.

“Where did your mind run off to?” you asked, sitting down next to him on the sofa, after you came back from the bathroom.

Now, that was the problem. You were currently spending your time with them at their shared house. It was a usual Friday night for you three and Jesse really liked the routine and domesticity of it all, but he really wished he could talk with Asa about all this first – alone – but that just wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Every time Jesse thought about bringing it up with his partner, he couldn’t think of the proper way to phrase it and convey exactly what he wanted. This was far more complicated than he’d first expected. In moments like that, he couldn’t even remember how he and Asa even found to each other.

‘Work. I’ve got some important things coming up,’Jesse signed back instead, lying expertly about what’s really been going on in his head.

Apparently satisfied with his answer, you nodded as you squeezed his shoulder in a friendly, compassionate manner. “If you need anything, I’m here for you, Jesse, y’know?”

His heart fluttered strangely as a big smile forced itself on his lips and he nodded, thanking you.

Finally, Asa came back from having unloaded the dishwasher, which he insisted on doing then, for some reason. Jesse has long given up on questioning any of his boyfriend’s actions, so he hadn’t paid it any mind; although he started feeling betrayed when his thoughts decided to go down that little rabbit hole from before.

All of that was forgotten when Asa sat down beside you, after he’s given Jesse a peck on the lips.

For the next few hours, then, all three of you sat on the couch, watching some kind of horror flick you had picked out. It was gory, but it was nothing like the real thing for Jesse. His eyes sometimes wandered over to Asa on your other side and he could see the way his mind must have been working, internally complaining about how things actually worked in real life when you split someone in half or amputated their limbs. It was so charming.

Whenever Jesse looked at you, though, his breath stuttered a little and his heart skipped a beat, which was cliché, but apparently it did indeed happen. Sometimes you would laugh, giggle and complain about how gross it was as you did, clearly not as grossed out as you acted. It did something to Jesse, although he couldn’t exactly pinpoint it. That was usually when his eyes flickered over to his boyfriend, though, who he caught looking at you, too. There was this familiar glint in his eyes, this fascination, as he marvelled at you. Jesse knew exactly how he felt and what he was most likely thinking, too.

The film was nearing its end and so was Jesse’s patience. So, he pulled out his phone and quickly texted Asa what was on his mind, his heart.

Asa’s reply was short and quick, ‘I feel the same way. I think we should risk it.’

And so they did.

Once the movie was over, they turned to you. You were outright beaming at them, your eyes sparkling so beautifully and Jesse couldn’t care less about what dangers the future might bring as long as he could be with you more intimately and love you the way you deserved it.

It was Asa, who took the initiative and asked you out on both of their behalf. Your smile didn’t drop, although it got a bit smaller as a pensive, surprised look took over your expression.

“Are you guys sure I wouldn’t – I don’t know – interfere with your relationship?” you inquired tentatively.

‘Don’t worry about that. We’re sure. We want you if you’ll have us,’ Jesse signed in answer, smiling gently at you.

Sighing deeply, your entire body relaxed and you nodded, “I’d like that a lot, actually.”

That was that, then.

Not even a few months later, both Asa and Jesse could tell that bringing you into their little world was the best thing they’d ever done. You fit in perfectly. It was as though you were a puzzle piece they’d been missing for so long, until, finally, they found you; even if it had taken them a while to realise their true feelings for you. It was all well worth it, in the end.

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toorusproblems · 3 years

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If your still taking requests can I request a death note oneshot nsfw were it’s after Light’s fathers death and the reader doesn’t like Light in fact hates Him but starts to feel sorry for him and later that day decides to visit his apartment to help him deal with his grief and ask if there is anything she can do to help him and light subtly implies that she can help him by sleeping with him and the reader is tempted to but doesn’t want to because she remembers she dislikes him and he has a girlfriend but light eventually persuades her into it ?

Just this once?

pairing: light yagami x f!reader

wc: 1.4k

cw: infidelity (light cheats on misa), dubcon, coercion, reader is L’s little sister, not proofread (lmk if i missed anything!!!)

hi!! sorry this took forever, i took a lil break from writing. i tried my best to stick to the request but idk how well i did lmao but even so, i hope you like it!!!

Your dead-set focus is suddenly ripped from you as the familiar noise of the task force headquarters’ door creaking open pulls your eyes away from the bright computer screen. To your displeasure, the new presence in the room is none other than Light Yagami.

“Oh, Light! I thought we agreed you didn’t have to come in today?” An uncharacteristically soft-spoken Matsuda greets.

“Yeah, but I guess my father’s passing only fueled me to get to the bottom of this even more.” Light states.

Being L’s sister, you’ve inherited the black-haired boy’s suspicion of Light. After all, you were the only person in the world that L trusted with his entire heart and soul. Those countless times you’ve stayed up together throwing theories about the Kira case back and forth, only for you and the night itself to hear.

Though your brother was undeniably a bit smarter than you, you weren’t stupid either. With everything L had theorized about Light’s true identity, it’s hard for you to write off L’s death as a coincidence. The timelines just seemed to line up too perfectly.

Everything on top of the fact that because of your investigation work on the Kira case you were barely even given time to mourn the loss of your precious older brother, a heavy dislike of the brown-haired man festered in you.

Even so, you can’t help but feel sympathetic towards him today. After all, it’s true that you know what it feels like to lose a close family member too.

“Hey, Light,” his name feels sour on your tongue, “if you want I can take the heavy lifting today, don’t stress, alright?”

His eyes meet yours, and you take note that they look even more dead than usual.

“It’s okay, Y/N, no need to worry.”

—

No need to worry.

Well, you did worry. All day in fact.

You hate yourself for feeling so empathetic towards the man who you suspect of being behind the killing of your very own brother.

But here you are now, about to knock on Light’s apartment door with a small bouquet of tulips in your left hand. Nothing special, you told yourself, just something to show that you care at least a little.

As you raise your right knuckles to the wooden surface, the door suddenly swings inward.

“Oh hello, Y/N. Pretty flowers you’ve got there.” Light points at the objects in your grip.

That’s it. That’s another thing that you hate about him. How he always seems to be one step ahead of you in even the smallest things. How it feels like he always knows what you’re thinking. It’s almost like he’s watching you sometimes, for fuck’s sake!

“These are for you, actually.”

“Really?” he fakes a smug expression, making you cringe, “Thank you so much!”

“It’s nothing. Feel better soon.”

You turn to leave, but Light’s hand catches your shoulder.

“Wait. Before you leave, can you come in for a second?”

“Oh uh… sure? Why?”

You receive no response as Light silently motions you onto his couch. A nervous pit grows in the bottom of your stomach.

“So uh… what do you need me for?” You ask apprehensively.

“Just want to talk. It feels like forever since we’ve actually sat down together and had a conversation, you know?”

You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t know you were keeping in. “Yeah, it has been a while.”

Yet another awkward silence passes. The sheer quietness seems very strange to you for a moment until it hits you.

“Hey, where’s Misa? Is she out at a shoot or something?”

“So observant.” Light chuckles, and with the tone he puts on, you’re not sure if he’s being sarcastic or not, “Yes, she’s filming a commercial for Miho Skincare. Or at least that’s what she told me before she ran out the door.”

“Oh, I see.” You bite your lip, unsure of how to continue the conversation, “Do you want me to put the flowers in a vase for you?” You ask, picking up the tulips from the coffee table.

Light moves his hand to your thigh in a smooth motion, catching you very off guard so that you nearly drop the bouquet. You hate the fact that blood rushes to your cheeks.

“No need. But there is something else I want from you, if I’m going to be blunt.” His eyes pierce directly through you. You feel naked under his gaze.

Fuck, as many negative feelings you harbour for the man in front of you, you can’t deny he’s attractive in all sense of the word. You know what he’s asking for. It’s plainly clear even just from the lust blooming in his irises.

And it’s then when you realize how touch-starved you are. You’ve been using every available hour of your life on the Kira case, of course you hadn’t had time for any kind of relationship.

So you don’t stop him from inching closer. One of his hands sliding towards the inside of your thigh while the other pushes a piece of your hair from your face. His captivating eyes flutter shut and you’re about to give into his touch when you remember the girl you had been talking about just a moment earlier.

“Wait. Misa.” You whisper simply.

“She won’t be home for hours. And you want to make me feel better, do you not? I’m just asking for one more thing in addition to those flowers you gave me, hm?” He borderline growls into your ear. You would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on a little.

Without waiting for an answer, Light crashes his lips onto yours. The kiss is hungry, like he wants to waste no time with you. Admittedly, you still feel a little uneasy about all of this, Misa’s face—sweet as candy—beaming at you in your mind as her boyfriend sucks on your tongue.

You feel around each other’s bodies, unbuttoning anything you feel to rid yourselves of your clothing. It all goes so fast, and before you know it, you’re both in your undergarments. Light’s got you lying beneath him with your knees pressed to your chest. He reaches to pull your grey cotton panties to the side.

Suddenly, the peppy blonde girl inside your head once again appears, and you realize what you’re doing.

“Hang on, Light. I’m not too sure about this anymore…” You weakly tell him, pushing his hands away from your most sensitive area.

“Hm? But you promised you’d help me feel better.” Light throws uncharacteristic puppy eyes your way. He points to the wet patch that had formed on the centre of your panties, “And look, you want it too, right? Just this once? Please?”

It’s true, you had come here to make him happier. So why should you go back on it now? You criticize yourself, wondering how you could ever be so inconsiderate—to a coworker who just lost his father, too!

So you nod your head in coerced approval towards the man on top of you, who then in turn wasted no time pulling his cock out from his boxers.

Without warning, or any prep whatsoever, Light pushes the head of his cock into your cunt. The stretch burns, and you’re left wondering if it’s just because you haven’t gotten laid in quite a while, or if his cock is just that fat.

“Light!” You whine in slight protest, “You’re too big… hurts…”

He only hums in response, pushing himself further into you, “Sorry, little one, this cunt is just so tight, I can’t help myself. Fuck-“

Light starts a rhythm, watching his cock sink in into you over and over again. He notes how each time he pulls out, a sheen of both your slick, and even some blood coats it. Must’ve just been too big for your little cunny, he guesses.

The pain of the stretch slowly turns into pleasure and you relax into Light’s touch. You throw your hands into his surprisingly soft brunette locks as he pounds into your sweet spot.

You wonder if L is watching you right now. He must be so disappointed in his little sister, moaning and creaming so sweetly for the very same man he thought he had taught you to be wary of, the man who made the world a living hell.

#zap⚡️ is typing...#zap⚡️.answers #lights.⚡️#death note smut #death note x reader #cw coercion #cw manipulation #cw dubcon #cw cheating #light yagami x reader #light x reader #light yagami smut

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yellow-r-o-s-e · 3 years

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I cannot stop thinking about Luz’s character arc and how beautifully flawed she is

Luz’s default love language is brilliant heroic acts, but she sucks at actually talking things out and expressing that she’s worried about someone. She always wants to be in her perfect fantasy world where she’s the hero, and the hero always wins, and everything is wrapped up all neat and tidy once the fighting’s over.

(Detailed thoughts under cut)

Luz will see someone hurting and immediately she needs to insert herself into the situation, even if she has no idea what she’s doing and getting involved will probably make things worse in the long run. Among other things, she has:

-immediately volunteered as Grom Queen to help Amity, despite everyone telling her she’d be hopeless at it

-challenged Boscha to that grugeby match, and was ready to play on her own when her teammates quit, lying repeatedly to tell herself that she’d obviously win because she was the good guy

-tried to steal that one hat for Eda from right under the emporer’s covens noses, and then later was immediately willing to go along with Eda’a mom when she claimed she had a cure, because Luz really REALLY wanted to believe that, if she was good enough, she could fix the issue

-tried to make a deal with amity’s parents to let her and her friends return to school

Each time, putting herself in the line of danger for a small chance of helping someone who she loves, with a stupid amount of optimism

Side note, I love how she definitely got the initiative for kindness from Camila. The little moment of Camila taking down the trap and the episode later showing that Luz knows immediately how to get Vee out of the trap is such a good little detail

But Luz’s issues with fantasy and reality are real serious issues at times, because she doesn’t want to face any of the issues that are too messy or too real, where fairytale logic won’t apply.

In both of the times it’s been implied that Luz was bullied, she was never feeling sorry for herself or asking for help, she was just trying to use storybook logic to fix herself so it would be better, by planning out a better way to confess to amity and by trying to make a plan to help vee not be attacked. Her takeaway wasn’t “that sucked,” it was “i messed up, now I’m going to try and do better”

She is terrible at accepting that there are some situations where things are bad that are NOT her fault.

She sees every single situation she faces as either a task that she should be good enough to defeat on her own like the hero she is, or as something that she absolutely refuses to think about and shoves to the back of her mind.

Which is why she was able to save Vee and play the hero, and she was strong enough to talk to her mom in that moment,

but then when it calmed down and Camila was crying and Luz was so worried about her and wanted everything to just be okay and her mom to be happy, she was so much more lost on what to do

Idk i just really love luz noceda so much, she’s so fantastic and relatable and also plz go to therapy and get some help queen

#lumity double date at the therapy office #where they both learn that they dont need to justify existing #and that the bad things that happen to them arent their fault #toh spoilers #the owl house #yesterday’s lie #luz noceda #toh meta #toh analysis

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