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junkbbykow · 2 years

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𝒴❁𝒰’𝑅𝐸 𝒯𝐻𝒜𝒯 𝐵𝐼𝒯𝒞𝐻 - 𝒫𝒜𝒞

I’m gonna help y’all remember who you are and get to the nitty gritty of YOUR baddie energy <3 My latest PAC is here!

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Pick a Picture below! 1,2,3

Pile 1 - The Powerhouse

Remember Who You Are - What comes naturally

Well sheesh pile one. You take no sh*t and no prisoners. You say what you have to say and mean it. You’re incredibly fair and also generous. You help those who are deserving but keep your energy safe and locked away. I see you might also be a defender of some sorts. You keep anything that doesn’t serve you at bay and keep it pushing. Literally giving toxic energies a face of disgust. Y’all are not here for it. You’re a leader and philanthropist. You help others and share your resources with equity to those in need of your gifts but also yourself. You have great boundaries and keep sh*t in check. Nobody crosses you, your (chosen) family, and the abundance you create for yourself. You have wealth and high standards. You’re simply better than some people AND THAT IS OKAY. Don’t let it get to your head lol. One persons guides coming through heavy so maybe connect with your ancestors, guides, spirit and listen to your dreams

Divine Messages

Lmao don’t do too much for family. You live them deeply but don’t be afraid to say no, ask for reciprocation or just restate your boundaries. I feel like y’all can get down from being in this maternal/paternal energy but someone(s) are going to make this better and give back to you the way you give to them. Don’t overextended your abundance. The goal is to build generational wealth that exists beyond this lifetime. Maybe some of y’all have a younger brother or sibling. Keep them in your prayers and manifestations they may be dealing with some emotions they haven’t learned to express. Open yourself up to them and be a light in their life. A strong message here is to stop overburdening yourself. Yes, you are capable but EVERYONE has their limits and you need to start making that clear for those around you our spirit will do it on your behalf. Your skills are needed for much more than this present moment. Be wary of running yourself ragged trying to be everything to everybody. PROTECT your abundance and nurture it. Don’t just hand it out willy nilly. You deserve your abundance and spirit sends it your way for you. Treat yourself but more importantly INVEST IN YOURSELF!!!! Somethings (people, places, habits) need to be let go of with the quickness.

The beauty others see in you

People see you as a forever student. You are always learning new skills, adapting, and leveling up your life. I feel like if someone needs help researching or has an oddball question you’re the person for the job. People think the world is your oyster. Nothing can stop you and honestly who would dare with the energy you were presenting earlier. Before I saw you as fierce and cut to the chase, but people close to you see this youthful, creative, and joyous person who is eternally optimistic even when they have their moments. Whether their in your life, in the future, or speaking from the other side, your (chosen/soul) family LOVES YOU. They also see you as some sort of traveler. With a simple yet cute sense of style. Comfy but in the most fashionable way possible. You are also EXTREMELY beautiful. TW nudity/Sexual attraction On a more general sense I think a lot of people want to see you naked. In the most natural way possible. Whatever insecurities you have people don’t care they want to see you hair, bumps, acne, rolls and all.

How your destined person sees you

They see you as lost? Lmao not what I expected. You can be hard headed sometimes (me too) and they love this about you don’t get them wrong but that’s one of the big things they see in you. Your a crazy kid with wild ideas and you sure as hell are not gonna let anything stop you. You’re tough and but also very soft. You’re new to this (dating). Or maybe you’ve never actually experienced love and this person will be that to you. When they say lost you’re not codependent or struggling your just an extremely go with flow, take all the punches kinda person. They recognize y’all as meant to be. There is nobody else who matches them as perfectly as you. There’s just you. Nobody they could dream up would be as perfect and as exquisite as you. There words not mine 🥹

How to embody these attributes & utilize your gifts

Recognize that you are going through something. You have been left feeling helpless, alone, and defeated. That is okay. It happens. You don’t have to pick yourself up this very millisecond. I know you’re a determined individual who moves towards their goals at the speed of light but you need to reconnect woth your soul energy. Plain and simple. That means inmer child work, root chakra healing, physical therapy. Feed your soul the best way you know how. One step at a time. You got this. Get off social media. I also feel like you’re defensive right now. But there isn’t anything that needs defending. Nobody is taking your spot. There is only you. That’s it. So just rest, please. Everything will be here when you’re feeling better. Promise. Also stop fighting. Whatever that means to you. Chill out and let things pass. I’m picking up on a family scenario. Also stop telling people your grand plans. There energy is getting all mixed in with your projects. Also stop giving away every dime you have. Save. Buy yourself something nice okay. Not every part of you is meant to be given to others.

How to Honor Yourself Daily

Listen to your emotions. Release the hustle energy and breathe. Be playful, act goofy, make dumb choices. They’ll lead you somewhere unexpected. Ofc be safe but have FUN. Acknowledge how you’re feeling daily and show up for yourself by nurturing that aspect of you. Come to terms with your emotions and validate them. Also be creative, study, read, you enjoy acquiring knowledge, so do that. This is not the time for others. It’s the time for you and you only.

Tidbits: New York, College, Professor/educator, These boots are made for walking, children, laughing, music to my ears, water, mermaid, art, study, books, color, sun, 5, wand, fire, galaxy, 2, earth, wings, mother, familiar

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Pile 2 - The Nurtuer

Remember Who You Are - What Comes Naturally

Y’all are naturally kind in this pile. You let things come to you. You’re not a chaser and you have a very relaxed energy. I see you as someone who awaits every new day with adventure. You teach people patience and forgiveness. Your heart is so warm. And you make yourself a safe haven for those who need it but also yourself. Taurus energy???? You are very good at processing and understanding your emotions while remaining grounded in reality. You balance feelings and logic and respect how one does not exist without the other. You are wise beyond your years without even doing anything. It’s inate to who you are. You see a lot of beauty in the world and love nature. You seek adventure but not in a chaotic way. You truly appreciate life itself the mundane and the extraordinary. What you find beauty in is unique. Career isn’t really your focus or where you find happiness or fulfillment. You’re giving homemaker vibes. So if you’re struggling in career how can you comfort others and make their lives more comfortable. Your energy is calm. The fast life is not for you. It’s okay to dream small. I know everyone is saying make a name for yourself but maybe you just want to live in a cottage somewhere and grow fruits. That’s valid.

Divine Messages

I feel like y’all have your sh*t together lmao. You’re creating the life you want for yourself and disregarding the status quo. This might have been a new revelation. You’re leaving behind this need to be someone your not. I feel like your journey here is to nurture yourself and live a good and chill life. A new day is shining on you. I feel like some of you might not agree with this, but maybe question why you want your goals and what do you REALLY want. A tough lesson may be coming towards you. I feel this is more on a spiritual/mental level for a majority of the group. I don’t know if spirit is going to give me all the details. There might be a man in your life who is ending a cycle in your life and you will have to leave them behind. A death of some sorts is coming.

The Beauty Others see in You

Okay so people can see that you are fair, generous, and just. They also see you as a protector. A mother hen of sorts. Also you’re here to guide people. That’s a part of your life plan. People see that you can nurture things from start to finish. You complete your goals and are very orderly. People aspire to be as well put together as they see you being. Like I said, you’re a homemaker of some sorts and people love to be in your energy, room, home, ect. You make it a nice and comforting place to be and you accommodate guests very well. You’re sociable but independent and people recognize that. You’re the #1 host and gathering spot. You are very magical and people see you as a creator. Like you manifest, manipulate, and transmute like crazy!!!! You get what you want and reach your desires by any means. I know you might be tired of hearing this but you’re very strong. You keep your inner world in shape so that it can reflect out into your universe. You stay optimistic by balancing your understanding of your external and internal realities. I feel like this part was from spirit because it was so introspective.

How your Destined Person Sees You

You are illusive. You’re so mysterious. Everyday there is something new with you, another layer. (very sweet energy 🥹) They probably enjoy late nights with you. Being your partner is a CONSTANT adventure. Late night drives, traveling through the woods, you’re literally a witch/spiritual asf and that is new to them 😭. I feel like they see you like in a coven late at night dancing around a fire naked with your friends. And it wouldn’t be surprising to catch you like that. They might want to be apart of your witchy endeavors don’t be afraid to let them take part and share this part of yourself. With all that adventure they also see you as mature and respectable (you got layerrrsss). But in all of this they don’t think you understand how amazing, beautiful, and luxurious you are. You are so special and unique. You spend a lot of time worrying and anxious and they really just want to take care of all of it for you. They will do everything in their power to affirm you day to day. They want you to be the star that you truly are. Unstoppable.

How to embody these attributes & utilize your gifts

Focus on yourself. You’ve spent so much of your life catering to others and it’s time to invest in you and you alone. Some of the people you’ve been helping, leave them behind. They may seem hurt with your decision but tbh it doesn’t compare to the weight/burden they are in your life. You’re put together so these people don’t respect your emotions because your not trying to get attention for your pain or make everyone feel what you’re feeling. You carry yourself and your own responsibilities and these people just can’t accept that their problems are not your issue. Friends support one another, they do not do the work for each other. Be youthful again, leave seriousness behind. Life is a joke and that’s okay. And it’s okay to be alone for a little bit. Love you babes 💕 Taking this time alone leads you to a whole new world, I promise.

How to Honor Yourself Daily

Just getting out of bed is enough. To get water, eat, shower, turn on the tv, I don’t care. These people who have left your life or about to honestly left you in shambles. I think you were better off before them and now you’re trying to rekindle who you used to be with the knowledge and the maturity you now posses and that’s honorable. But rest first. There are so many day in a lifetime and it is okay to sit down and rest. Tomorrow is promised so please release all those burdens these people left behind. Also cry, throw tantrums, and reconcile with who you truly are. I think someone is coming in and offering you abundance. If not someone something. You be fulfilled and content just rest baby 🛌 Also stop giving people gifts rn. I’ve said this like three times in this pile but genuinely you have to stop 😅

Tidbits: death, hermit, nature, creek, wildflowers, pastels, harmony, gardening, trail, forest. star, night, giggles, silence, nobody else but us, freedom, fresh air, cozy, sleep, blankets, hot chocolate

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Pile 3 - The Trailblazer

Remember Who You Are - What Comes Naturally

You are constantly striving for internal growth. You also love to dress up and be creative. You may like to use ‘odd’ things as accessories or pick up flowers and put them in your hair. Your a benevolent leader who encourages others and yourself to come out of your shell. You walk in a room and turn heads. Not only are you beautiful but incredibly unique and you express that outwardly. People often ‘don’t know what to do with you’ you don’t fit into any molds (so stop trying) You make your own lanes and you innovate. Heavy influence from earth and air here. Please get out in nature. It’s your home. Also connect with water! You are often uncertain which comes with the territory of being so unique. You fit so many roles. You might have felt akin to all three piles for certain reasons. So much lies beneath the surface that even you have yet to find. Even when uncertain you trail ahead at full speed and don’t fear the consequences because you are righteous (with good reason) Your ancestors/spirit/guides entrust you with great responsibilities. Listen to them because your connection to them is so innate and pure. Like fresh water (I just saw a drop of water drip into still water maybe your actions this lifetime will have a great ripple effect for generations) This can be scary but don’t worry your protected and will find your way. No need to rush or overthink it. Literally just be you <3

Divine Messages

I think you’re going through a rebirth right now. Visit pile 2 if you felt called to it. I feel like you are only seeing the negative or refusing to be patient. Chill out for a second you need time. You just came out of something you need to redefine yourself and truly connect with your essence. Let your worries fall away. Your restless during your time of rest which is counterproductive. Let the ‘abundance’ of your last cycle be cleared so that the absolute monstrosity of wealth and opulence can come through. Leave social media alone. Especially if you’re watching other people be successful and so on. It’s not your time yet and that’s okay but your not in the headspace to be happy for other’s success right now so get off Tik Tok lmao 😅.

The Beauty Others See in You

Y’all reflect back to others what they wish to see in themselves. Parts that are missing or have been lost over time come up in you or your relationship to you. A true shapeshifter. Be wary of this because you don’t want to have a mask on in every relationship. Be you. You are everything all at once. You embody so many attributes, desires, goals. All of it is so much and can be overwhelming at time but it’s truly beautiful to see. Coming across someone as unique as you, Pile 3, is rare. Know that. Not everyone with a pretty face and interesting surface is worth your time. You stick to your roots and who you are regardless of what the crowd is saying. They aren’t you and subscribing to that lifestyle isn’t you either.

How Your Destined Person Sees You

This is a destined connection. Also it’s giving queer! They might see you as tomboyish or a very strong balance of femme and masculine. If you’re non-binary your partner loves this about you don’t worry. They also see you as a muse. Your body, personality, and the way you think inspires them. Your constantly transforming and that is a great place to draw inspiration. They either want to provide for you or truly see this connection that will bear fruit from its labor! Very sweet and genuine energy here. You redefine family for them. All the doubts they had about building one are swept away after meeting you. They see you as someone who can build a family and generational wealth together. Go you!

How to Embody these Attributes & Utilize Your Gifts

Be confident or find confidence within yourself on many levels. Be confident in your work, studies, appearance, and so on. Also, fall in love? I think this is from your destined partner embody your strength and radiate that energy so you can signal to them that your ready and here. Idk I feel like this pile knows who they are and already embodies their gifts good on y’all but also check the other piles if you felt drawn to them.

How to Honor Yourself Daily

Ignore illusions. People may try to rush you, make you feel insignificant but it’s not true. You have true power and you yield it with kindness. You are a star don’t let others highlight your misfortunes and mistakes. Let go if things not going according to plan and look for the next opportunity. Also stop taking people’s BS. Like it’s tired. Put your foot down and focus on your own growth and practices. Take back what is yours.

Surprises are on their way to you. That’s why your reading was so quick to the point

Tidbits: 8h, pluto, soul, transformation, apple, snake, 222, 333, cloud, 9, creation, crown, fire, tower, iPad

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xoxo,

Junkbby Kow

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carnivorousyandeere · 4 months

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Darling proficient in martial arts… their yandere could be a competitor, team member, coach, fan, nurse/physical therapist… imagine it’d be quite difficult to subdue someone who spends hours every day training in self-defense and maybe practicing with weapons~! Or maybe their yandere would just enjoy getting beat to a pulp?

By some types of martial arts:

In martial arts like karate, practitioners are encouraged to maintain an intense degree of self-control. Actually striking an opponent with force to injure is grounds for automatic disqualification in a sparring match, and even outside matches, you’re encouraged to be patient and avoid conflict as much as possible. A particularly spiteful yandere could probably ruin a country- or world-class athlete’s reputation if their Darling beat them up, and they knew how to spin the optics in their favor…

Martial artists like boxers and MMA fighters get injured a lot. A competitor or team member could go damn-near all out on anyone that threatens you in the ring (or their chance to fight you themself…), with an audience cheering them on as they do it. I mean, sure, the refs would hate them but it’s not like they care 🤷. Also an incredibly good setup for a nurse/medic yan. Just don’t think too hard about what they do with all the bloody gauze afterwards.

It’s also kind of funny to imagine wrestling, with the yan being a huge fuckin heel and a face Darling who genuinely dislikes them (but of course, everybody thinks their distaste is just part of the show).

By the dynamic:

Rivals are a fucking classic, and for good reason. “You’re the only one worthy of facing me.” Obsession masked as hatred, leaning in close to trash talk but failing to hide their glance at your lips… Maybe they stalk you under the guise of trying to catch you doping and cheating ‘cause they can’t accept that you’re really just that good. Losing to you while their heartbeat, quick with anger and shame, begins to beat quickly for different reasons as you stand over them and gloat, or maybe you choose to offer your hand to help them up… Besting you in competition, feeling self-satisfied and smug— or maybe they feel empty, unsatisfied— “go practice some more and try me again.” Bonus points for silliness if this whole dramatic rivalry is between a Yan and a Darling who both objectively suck at the sport

Team members/fellow students for the casual intimacy of training together, of booking hotel rooms to share for out-of-state competitions. Sharing water bottles when one of you forgets (and if you’re not forgetful, they certainly will be 🤭). Maybe they’re better at the sport than you, and so they have the responsibility to help train and guide you, or maybe it’s the opposite, and you have a cute newbie clinging to your every word and instruction. They’d certainly stalk you too, studying your routine like a rival might, though they’re certain down to their bones you can’t be cheating! You must have some special routine that makes you so strong— like extra workouts, or certain foods you eat! Extra points for angst and cognitive dissonance if Darling actually is a fuckin cheat lol

Coach/Instructor for that sweet, sweet power imbalance. Maybe they’re extra strict with you because they can see your potential. Maybe they’re extra lax ‘cause of their gigantic soft spot for you, and the other students resent the special treatment you get. Coach overseeing your training personally, instructing you, watching you run laps and do push-ups. They like watching you get all sweaty and out of breath from training. And the little strained noises you make when stretching are just too cute! It’s a little too easy for them to touch you under the guises of correcting your form, or helping you stretch. They’d barely have to stalk you, especially if you were a world-class athlete— they’d be in charge of your schedule anyway. Workouts, meals, competitions, trips, all under their control~!

#I don’t need more yans i dON’T NEED MORE YANS #but also this would be such a good setup with modern Kyra… Kyra boxing…. 🤤#my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere cw

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moonlightdancer26 · 7 months

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Can you give your take on this? Because for the life of me I can’t comprehend why lily started dating James right after the worst memory.

Like yeah you’re upset and rightfully fair too, but I feel like she sorta had a liking for James way before the whole thing with sev, like she must’ve thought he’s amusing or something, and I kinda feel like severus might have seen it too, but of course that’s just my thinking.

Correction: She didn’t actually date James right after SWM, she began dating him in 7th year, which was around 2 years after SWM occurred. I don’t think she could be that cruel to date James right after he did something that awful to Snape lol.

I do think she was at least attracted to James during SWM, JKR herself has even confirmed that Lils somewhat fancied James during that period (“You’re a woman, you know what I mean!” no.. no I don’t, JKR 🤨). Her behaviour with James in SWM was concerning as hell, her best friend was legitimately on the ground after just having been choked with soapsuds and her first reaction was to not even glance at him and automatically start bickering with James and talking about his broomstick and his “stupid hair.” 💀 like Lily ily but.. wtf are you doing??

But to be fair to Lils, when she dated James, she genuinely thought he had changed and became a better person. She wouldn’t have dated him if he was still bullying Snape and other people, she would’ve still been attracted to him like she was in SWM, but she wouldn’t have actually gone out with him. However, my issue with that is the fact that she was willing to go out with him AFTER she saw that he SA’d and bullied her (at the time) best friend for YEARS. Lames shippers like to say “oh but she and Snape weren’t friends anymore!! She didn’t ‘owe him anything!’” but like.. at the time, Snape was her best friend of 7 years, and James (knowing that they were friends) had no issue blatantly torturing him and publicly exposing him and then blackmailed Lily (not Snape, but Lily herself) into going out with him. This isn’t an issue about Snape or them not being friends anymore or whatever, it’s the fact that James—at least at one point of his life—had literally zero issue hurting the person Lily cared about and blackmailing her and threatening to hex her. The fact that he was even capable of SA, choking someone with soapsuds, immobilising them, relentlessly bullying them for years, all while knowing that they were someone Lily cared about, should have sent her running for the HILLS. All of that is putting aside that he also had no problem blackmailing Lily and then threatening to hex her when she wanted to defend her friend (“?? wtf girl? How dare you try to help out your friend after I just SA’d them and blackmailed you?? You better not make me hex you too 😠”).

And to make things worse…… what did James even do to change?? Stop bullying people?? Wow so incredible of him! That’s definitely going to reverse the damage of the people he did all that shit to! We should all applaud him for doing the absolute bare minimum!! I should definitely look past him assaulting my now-ex-best-friend-but-who-was-still-someone-I-cared-about-and-respected-at-one-point-in-my-life for 6 whole years, even though he never actually apologised to my now-ex-best-friend… which… would’ve been the proof that he actually changed… Oh who cares? I’m definitely going to date him anyway!

Like, I don’t even care if I wasn’t friends with that person anymore, the fact that YOU had no problem assaulting that person and making their life miserable for YEARS even though you know how much I care about them and then trying to force me into going out with you would be enough for me to not want to go out with you. Simply knowing that you were capable of doing such atrocious things to ANY human being is horrifying. That isn’t even regarding that he showed no hard evidence of changing, merely stopping the bullying does nothing to heal the victim of what you put them through. Like, if I went out and killed a bunch of people, and I suddenly decide to stop killing people, does that mean I’m not guilty of murder?

So, I don’t hate Lily, but I’m definitely not fond of her character. All her scenes show her being pretty unpleasant and she ended up marrying JAMES of all people, so yeah I’m definitely not going to think very highly of her intelligence level…

Anyway, that’s my take. I’m sorry for how long this got, but your ask really triggered something in me that’s been waiting to rant about this 💀

#anti lily evans #sure #anti jily #ughhh it’s been too long since i’ve used these tags #low-key miss it ngl #anti lily potter #tw: mention of sa #anti james potter #anti lily evans potter #severus snape #pro snape #pro severus snape #harry potter #hp #ask #asks

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amhrosina · 1 year

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NSFW Alphabet (Frank Castle x Female Reader)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST

A/N: Requested! I love these. Pls send more character requests of these lmfao.

(Warnings: It's literally all NSFW lol, there's a daddy kink mentioned, frank spitting in your mouth???, size kink, public sex, remote-controlled vibrator, etc.)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

When I tell you Frank Castle is the king of aftercare like don’t even get me STARTED!!!!!!

okay but lets get started

Frank loves taking care of you after absolutely ruining you.

After he makes you cum so hard you think you might cry, he’ll rub soothing circles into your skin, nuzzling his nose into your neck and bringing you down from your high.

He knows your love language is touch, so he’ll hold your hand and kiss your palm until you can function again.

He’ll run a warm washcloth over your sensitive areas and tuck you into his side, wrapping his protective arms around you.

He’s your safe place, but you’re his safe place, too.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Frank’s favorite part of your body is your thighs.

Anytime you wear something a little short, his brain all but short circuits.

He loves to bite and suck on them as foreplay.

When you’re near him, even if it’s in public or completely inappropriate, his hands always end up touching your thighs.

He’d gladly suffocate between them if you’d let him.

His favorite part of himself are his hands.

Wrapping them around your throat is his favorite pastime, but really anytime he gets to touch you, he’s happy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Frank loves watching his cum drip from your cunt after he fucks you into oblivion.

He’ll swipe his finger on your sensitive pussy, gathering the cum and shoving it back inside of you.

Sometimes when you’re planning on being out and about, he’ll cum in you as a little reminder that pools in your panties throughout the day.

The idea of you walking around with his cum seeping out of you is enough to get him hard enough to fuck you again.

You’re late to a lot of things because of this lmfao.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Something that you learned pretty early on with Frank is that he’s obsessed with your underwear.

When you go out to dinner, he’ll shoot you a look that has you hustling to the bathroom to remove your panties. He tucks them in his pocket and refuses to give them back until its laundry day.

This happens whether it’s just you and him or if you’re out with a group. He doesn’t care lmfao.

One time, you came home from work earlier than usual and caught him fucking into his hand, which held your panties from the night before.

When he noticed your arrival, he didn’t stop thrusting into his hand. He just watched you watch him. You removed the panties you were wearing and handed them to him. He brought them to his face and inhaled deeply.

You’re embarrassed to admit how incredibly turned on you were when he came into his hand, all over your favorite pair of blush pink underwear.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Frank Castle is a sex god and I feel like that goes without saying.

He’s a generous lover, offering you three, four, sometimes five orgasms before letting himself be pleasured in return.

Frank is exceptional at reading your body language. If he switches what he’s doing with his tongue and notices a change in your demeanor, he’ll immediately go back to what he was doing before.

He may have had sex with a lot of people, but he makes you feel like the only person in the world when he fucks you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Frank’s a traditional guy – he likes looking at you when he’s fucking you, but his absolute favorite position is doggy style.

He goes absolutely crazy in this position; biting your shoulders, choking you, holding both of your arms behind you and holding you up as he pounds into you.

This position gives him the deepest access and boy does he love it when he can feel your pussy fluttering around his entire cock.

When he’s feeling less rough, he’ll hold you against him, pressing sloppy kisses down your spine and whispering dirty things in your ear.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It’s hard to imagine Frank as anything but serious in any aspect of his life, but especially during sex.

Even though sex is something he’s had plenty of, he takes it seriously when you open yourself up to him.

He’s a man on a mission, and that mission is to make you cum as many times as possible.

The only time Frank is able to completely let his guard down is when he’s buried deep inside of you, so there’s never a time where goofiness fits the energy in the room.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Frank doesn’t pay too close attention to this, but he likes to keep it neat and maintained for you.

Just a simple trim, nothing too drastic, maybe once a week.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Listen, Frank is a sex god, we’ve already covered that, but when he’s making love to someone he loves, it’s a whole different ballgame.

After Maria’s death, Frank closed himself off to genuine romantic connections for a while, but when he met you, he couldn’t push it down anymore.

You accept his vulnerability with grace, and his heart aches when you remind him of how much you love him when he’s buried deep inside of you.

The genuine love he feels when he makes love to you was scary at first, but the warmth in your gaze and the soft caress of your hands calmed him down.

Now, when he’s feeling sentimental, he fucks every ounce of love he can muster into you, whispering how much you mean to him in your ear.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Usually, Frank doesn’t need to masturbate unless you’re out of town or something. Basically, he has the willpower to hold off until you come home from work, but if you’re traveling or separated from him for longer than 12 hours, the mere thought of you has him hard and aching in his pants.

He’s a dude, though, so like tbh he could masturbate to the thought of you at any hour of the day if he really felt like it.

If you send him dirty texts or pictures while he’s out patrolling Hell’s Kitchen, he has to physically stop himself from stroking himself off on some random rooftop.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Do I really need to say it? Okay, fine.

FRANK CASTLE HAS A DADDY KINK

Also? Definitely a size kink. Frank’s a massive dude, and the idea of your body writhing underneath him sends him over the edge more often than he’d care to admit.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Frank will take you literally anywhere at any time if you ask him to.

Typically, the bedroom is where you end the night, but where you start is always a surprise.

Bending you over every single thing in the apartment has become his new goal, but his favorites are the couch and the kitchen table.

Something about fucking you on the table that you both eat dinner sends his hormones into overdrive.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Frank is not a picky dude, so pretty much everything you do turns him on.

One time, he walked into the kitchen as you were bent over, placing the lasagna you had prepared in the oven.

He had lunged forward (after you had shut the oven door and it was safe obviously lol), ripping your shorts and underwear off and plunging into you.

It literally doesn’t matter what you’re doing.

Sometimes when he rolls over in bed after you’ve left for work and inhales the scent of your bodywash on the sheets, he gets so hard he ends up rutting into the mattress for some relief.

He can’t help it. You’re hot, and he loves fucking you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Frank has spent the last decade of his life surrounded by violence, and you were the much-needed reprieve from that, so anything that has to do with hitting you is a no-go for him.

He’ll spank you on your ass, but that’s about it. He will literally never lay a finger on your face unless it’s out of love.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Say it with me: Frank Castle eats pussy like a man starved.

If he could keep his head between your legs forever, he would do it in a heartbeat.

He’ll literally beg you to ride his face sometimes.

If you try to say you’re too heavy, he will physically pick you up and drop you on his face. If he suffocates, he’ll die a happy man.

He likes getting head from you but prefers to be a giver in the bedroom.

He’s not stupid though – when you’re feeling dominate, he gives up the control easily.

He just thinks you look so pretty with your lips around his cock.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This really depends on the mood, but typically Frank likes it slow and sensual.

Don’t get me wrong, Frank is absolutely a fast and hard kind of guy, but with someone he loves, he likes to make it last as long as possible.

Sometimes, he’ll hold himself still inside of you and get you off again, just to make the moment last just a little bit longer.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Frank likes quickies but prefers to take the time to ravish you wholly.

Like I mentioned before, it doesn’t take a lot to get him going when it comes to you, so quickies aren’t rare.

He likes quickies out in public, at a party or in the bathroom of a bar if he’s feeling desperate.

The fact that you’ve already removed your panties for him makes it all the more lustful.

At Billy’s annual New Year’s Eve party, it’s common for you and Frank to go missing for 10 minutes at a time.

All in all, Frank’s game for quickies, but likes it when he gets the time to fully satisfy your needs.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Frank’s middle name is risk.

He’s open to trying anything at least once, but usually it’s him that does all the risk taking in your relationship.

For instance, when you’re out to dinner with a group and sitting next to each other, he makes it a game to see how close he can bring you to the edge before backing off.

He’ll run his fingers up your thighs, hidden from sight, and start circling your clit while in the middle of a conversation about something completely random with someone else.

When he feels you clench like you’re about to cum, he’ll readjust his position, removing his fingers from your body completely.

You usually end up so aroused and horny by the end of the night that you can’t even bear the drive home before your clothes are off and Frank is pounding into you in the driver’s seat of his car.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You guys already know this man is a god damned sex fiend.

If he wills it, he can last for hours.

Sometimes, even after four rounds and an insane number of orgasms, Frank will wake up in the middle of the night, ready to go again.

There have been nights where you swear you were fucking more than you were sleeping.

You have no idea where he gets the energy from, but he insists that you make him insatiable.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Frank’s not really a toy guy, but he’s not opposed to using them on you.

His favorite toy is (ofc) the remote-controlled vibrator he bought you to wear when you went out in public with him.

There have been too many nights where Frank would overstimulate you in public, forcing you to stumble to the bathroom where you’d end up squirting all over the place.

It’s not something that’s required for both of you to enjoy sex, but it definitely helps.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Frank may be hardened on the outside, but he’s a big ‘ole softie for you.

He tries to tease you, but the second the word ‘daddy’ is out of your mouth, he gives you anything you could possibly want.

He does, however, like watching you writhe with overstimulation as he eats you out.

You’ll beg him to fuck you, claiming you don’t have another orgasm in you, but he’ll tell you to be good and cum on his tongue again. You always do.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Frank is a quiet lover.

He’ll let out soft grunts or groans in your ear, sending a wave of goosebumps over your skin.

He likes to whisper dirty things in your ear, telling you how good you’re being and how he loves the feeling of your wet pussy around his cock, but it’s never spoken at his regular tone.

You offer Frank a quiet, vulnerable home inside of you, and he’s eternally grateful for that. Most of his life has been one loud crash after another, so he relishes the quieting of his brain when you’re around.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The first time you asked Frank to spit in your mouth, he came so hard he saw stars for half an hour afterwards.

This quickly became a regular occurrence lol.

There’s something so raw and dirty about it that he can’t even think about it unless he’s planning on getting hard and fucking you into next week.

Sometimes it’s slow and seductive, the anticipation intense enough to make you whine with impatience.

Other times, when he’s in the mood to be rough, it’s a fast and hard spit onto your awaiting tongue.

He can’t decide which he likes better.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Frank is packing. We all know this. I needn't say more.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I feel like this has been established lol.

This man wants you at all times, on every surface available, in every position he can think of.

His appetite for you is insatiable, and after you give him permission to wake you up with his tongue on your clit, that becomes your regular alarm. He’ll never say no to the opportunity to shove his face between your legs.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Frank’s able to sleep a little better after he meets you, but sex doesn’t usually put him to sleep.

Once you’re all taken care of, wrapped up in the blankets and lying on his chest, he’ll softly run his fingers along your back until you’re in a deep sleep.

This is his favorite thing to do with you, above everything else.

Knowing you’re in his arms, protected from the dangers of the world, is enough to lull him off to sleep, even if it’s only for a little while.

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how about tasm!peter helping reader overcome anxiety, but she has a hard time expressing herself to others, even about anxiety. but peter wants to help comfort her no matter what 🤍 don't need to write this if you don't want lol

AN | Okay, this got away from me, but I think it’s so cute! There’s also a first kiss🥰❤️

Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 3.9k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

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Peter Parker was pretty. Really fucking pretty.

That was one of the first things you’d noticed about him freshman year in your early morning biochem class. You learned, later on, that he was also incredibly kind, charming, and ridiculously smart. Like genius level smart. You knew he liked photography, which happened to be a hobby of your own. You wanted to be his friend; you’d thought many times about going up and speaking to him, but always talked yourself out of it.

Why would Peter Parker want to be your friend?

Instead you admired from afar, from a safe distance. But once you both graduated from ESU and went on to getting advanced degrees, you were sure that you’d never see him again. After all, New York was a huge city, and the odds that your lives would be intertwined enough to run into each other on a regular basis seemed slim to none.

So - imagine your surprise when you started working as a research scientist at Biotech a few years and another degree later and you found that Peter Parker was starting at the same time as you. You’d done so well to keep your distance, to keep your feelings in check by being a silent admirer. But now, not only would you be seeing him every day…you’d be working closely with him in a lab all by yourself.

You had no clue how you were going to survive, and part of you was tempted to quit and look for a different job, but you’d worked so long and so hard for this position that you weren’t going to just give it up. You were just going to have to suck it up.

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And it worked, surprisingly. Peter was nothing if not polite and kind, and honestly he was a dream to work with. The two of you had a certain synchronicity that just was hard to put into words, but you complimented perfectly. Despite your initial fear, working in a lab with Peter went well. The worst part was that it made it all the more easy to fall for him. But you doubted he would ever see you as anything other than the girl at work.

“Hey,” Peter softly interrupted your silent prayer to release any feelings for him with a soft smile. It was getting later into the evening and you were both getting ready to leave for the weekend. You flashed him a smile in response but slipped on your coat, “I was wondering…umm, do you want to grab a bite to eat?”

No way. No freaking way was Peter Parker asking you to get dinner. Right? Right?

“I-I’m sorry,” you blinked a few times and looked at him with wide eyes. His cheeks flushed a pretty pastel shade of pink as he nervously ran a hand through his hair, “what did you say?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to get some dinner,” he repeated softly, shrugging one of his shoulders lightly, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to, of course. I just thought it might be nice to spend some time outside of work together.”

“You want to spend time with me?” your eyebrows shot up in surprise. You needed to make an appointment to get your ears checked. Peter would never want to be with you outside of work. Or, if anything, he might have been so lonely that he welcomed anyone’s company, “me?”

“Yes you,” he laughed softly and it was a sound you’d memorized over the years but still made your knees weak. He took a step closer and bit his lip for a moment, “let me clarify so we’re both on the same page - I, Peter Parker, am asking you, you, if you’d like to go out and dinner.”

“Oh,” every dream you’d ever had of Peter seemed to be coming true then and there. Peter liked you, Peter wanted to spend time with you; maybe you’d never been invisible to him after all. But no. You couldn’t…you just couldn’t. You were sure if anything he’d spend about ten minutes with you alone and he’d grow bored of you and make some excuse to leave. The idea that Peter would end up being bored of you was enough to make you never want to speak again, “umm…Peter, t-that’s really nice of you to ask. But I just…can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Oh,” it was laced with disappointment and you could see his face falling. You were pretty sure you’d just made things so much worse than if you’d just agreed on going, “no worries! I just thought I’d ask, it’s no big deal - maybe next time…well, enjoy your weekend.”

“You too, Peter,” you watched as he grabbed his bag and left, pausing at the door to turn around and give you a small wave. You returned and remained rooted in place, regret clouding your mind. If you hadn’t had such bad anxiety, you would have said yes. But the fear of messing everything up had been worse. You sighed at yourself, “pathetic.”

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There was something quite lovely about New York in the middle of the night. The city never quite deadened, but there was a lull to life that made everything feel so much calmer than normal. That, combined with the insomnia you struggled with from time to time, was enough of a reason for you to venture outside. You grabbed your camera and slowly climbed out of your window and onto the fire escape, slowly making your way the several floors up to the rooftop. When you got there, you set out a long exhale of relief as you looked around the space and found the big blanket you stashed up here for times like this.

It was chilly out, but it was exhilarating and made you feel more alive than you had all day. You walked around the rooftop and looked out into the city, trying to find anything worthy of your attention. After scouring for a few minutes, you found a gathering on one of the nearby streets and decided to capture it. You framed the shot, but before you could even press the shutter, you heard something loud fall next to you, accompanied by a small oof.

You dropped the camera which was luckily around a strap on your neck and turned towards the commotion. To your surprise and shock you found Spider-Man looking right back at you. You gasped, hands covered your face as you looked at the man in the blue and red spandex suit, “Spider-Man?”

“Hi,” he cheerily waved before putting his hands on his hips and cocking his head to the side, “what’re you doing up here? It’s freezing - and it’s late.”

“What are you doing on my roof?” you asked with just as much surprise. You’d seen him on the news, read about him on the internet, but you’d never seen him in the flesh before, “you’re shorter than I expected.”

He playfully groaned and you were sure that he’d rolled his eyes under that mask, “first of all, I’m patrolling, and I happened to be swinging by. Secondly - I’m above average height, thank you very much!”

“Well, I don’t know, I expected you to be like…6’5 or something,” you shrugged, stifling a laugh at his distress, “aren’t you a superhero and all?”

“I am still a person-”

“With spider-like abilities,” you found yourself grinning in spite of the initial nerves, “so I dunno, I figured you might be tall. The news does you justice I guess.”

“Yeah well…fine,” he huffed lightly as you laughed at him. You could have sworn that he sounded so familiar and you couldn’t quite place it. Part of you was sure that he sounded like Peter, but there was no way that your crush of eight plus years and lab partner was Spider-Man, “but seriously, what are you doing up here?”

“I…I couldn’t sleep,” you found it incredibly easy to talk to him, nerves and anxiety the last thing on your mind. Maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t see his face, or the fact that you had no clue who he was, “I go outside when I can’t sleep…it helps sometimes.”

“It’s dangerous,” he reminded you and you shrugged lightly, “you shouldn’t be out alone at night in this city.”

“Well I don’t exactly have someone that’s just available to come out with me at three in morning when I’m dealing with insomnia,” if you didn’t know any better you were sure that he sounded concerned, “it’s not the first time I’ve done this. I’ll be okay.”

“You have someone now,” he insisted and your mouth opened in surprise. When he saw the visible confusion on your face he pointed at himself, “that way I know you’ll be safe.”

“There’s only one problem with that.”

“Which is…?”

“How am I supposed to just call you if I need you?” you asked softly and he chuckled warmly as if there was some sort of inside joke between the two of you, “I don’t think there’s some sort of Spidey Signal or something.”

“I’ll be here,” he promised, “I’ll know.”

“Sure,” you liked the sound of it but you highly doubted he would just show up when you needed him. He had a whole city that he kept safe, and you were just one unimportant, small person among millions, “thanks for the concern.”

“I care about you, you know,” he said it like it was something of some personal thing to him. He must have caught his mistake because he quickly cleared his throat and added, “I care about everyone in New York.”

“Of course you do, you’re Spider-Man,” you gave him a small smile and decided that perhaps it was time for you to go. You were about to turn around and head for the fire escape when he stopped you.

“You have a camera,” you looked down before looking back at him and nodding softly, “you’re a photographer?”

“Amateur,” you confessed with a shy smile, “scientist by day, amateur photographer by night. It’s just a hobby, but it’s stuck with me through the years.”

“Wow,” you could tell that he sounded genuinely impressed. Peter, of course, knew you were a scientist, but he had no idea that you’d shared the same hobby too. It made his heart melt a little more, “that’s really cool.”

“Not as cool as being Spider-Man,” you insisted softly as he made a small sound, “I guess I better get going. And let you get back to work…or whatever you call it.”

“I’d love to see some of your work sometime,” the small that worked its way onto your face was breathtaking and made his knees weak, “if that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” you nodded with your face warm despite the chill of the late fall air, “definitely. Well…I guess I’ll see you around Spidey.”

“See you around, smart girl,” if he’d had the mask off, you’d have seen the giant, dopey grin on Peter’s face. But he was gone, swinging back into the evening as you stood there and stared after him.

You were pretty sure you had just befriended Spider-Man. Holy fuck.

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You really hadn’t expected to see him ever again. But on your next little, a late night walk through the streets of Queens, he made another appearance. He swung over and gracefully landed next to you, easily catching up to your stride. You couldn’t deny that you were elated to have him there. There was something easy about talking to him, about giving bits and pieces of yourself to him, and taking what he gave back. He was always careful not to give too much away, not to reveal too much of his real identity, but you felt like you were getting to know him. And you really liked him. You spend weeks upon weeks of your evenings with Spider-Man, growing closer than you’d have thought possible to the masked man.

On the other hand, it felt like your relationship with Peter was slowly slipping away. After that first night when you’d turned him down, you created a bit of a divide between the two of you. It wasn’t for lack of wanting to be his friend or even more, it was just that you didn’t trust yourself around him. He made was Peter fucking Parker and you were just…nobody. He never made you feel that way, but that’s just what you had ingrained in your mind. And, to your dismay, Peter slowly pulled back as well, which you took as rejection, when in reality it was him not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Either way, you wished you could go back in time and just say yes to him.

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Spider-Man seemed to notice your glum mood the next time he saw you. You hadn’t even gone out to the roof or for a walk, but he’d made an appearance at your bedroom window, gently tapping on the glass once he’d spied you sitting at your desk, typing away. When you heard the noise, you turned around and your face morphed into a look of surprise and then happiness. You rushed over to open the window and let him.

“How did you know which window was mine?” you asked softly as he took your outstretched hand and stepped into the room. He set his hands on his hips and looked around your room, taking it all in; your face flushed with warmth as he realized he was getting a glimpse into your most intimate space.

“I’m Spider-Man,” he said as though that explained everything, “I was in the neighborhood and wanted to see you.”

“You wanted to see me?” your face softened and he nodded.

“Can I sit?” he pointed at your bed and you nodded eagerly before plopping back down into your cushy desk chair, “I like your room. ‘s cute.”

“I…I never thought Spider-Man would be in my bedroom, I might have decorated a little more,” you joked and he laughed lightly, but he could see that your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. He paused for a moment and you could feel that he was studying you, trying to pull you apart, “what?”

“You seem upset,” he whispered, leaning towards and holding out his hand. He hesitated for a moment, trying to make sure that he didn’t cross any of your boundaries, but when he noticed that you almost leaned, put his hand on the side of your face and gently stroked your cheek, “what’s wrong, my smart girl?”

My smart girl. He had a tendency to call you; you secretly loved it more than you cared to admit.

“It’s nothing.” you insisted, biting the inside of your cheek in order to keep the tears from welling up. You put your hand on his forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze. When he made a small sound of concern in his throat, you couldn’t back the tears. A few pearled up and rolled down your cheeks, “it’s my own fault, it’s so stupid. Really, i-it’s fine.”

“It’s making you upset,” you could practically hear the frown in his voice as he used his thumb to wipe away your tears, “it’s not stupid if it’s making you upset. You don’t have to tell me…but I am here for you if you want to tell me. You can tell me anything.”

“It’s just…my friend,” you sighed lightly and pulled back, curling into yourself, “I think he’s my friend, anyway. I feel like I kept pushing him away and now I don’t think he wants to be my friend anymore. I don’t think he wants anything to do with me. We work together, and he almost never talks to me anymore unless it is about work.”

Peter’s breath hitched in his throat as he realized you were talking about him. He felt himself getting choked up as well, “what makes you think that?”

“I feel so dumb,” you shook your head, “it’s just that…I think I like him. I mean I do like him, a-as more than a friend. I’ve had a crush on Peter for a long time. Like eight years, but I’ve always thought I was invisible to him. But he just…he knows all these things about me, and it’s like…it feels like he’s always seen me, you know?”

“Why did you push him away?” Peter’s heart was beating so fast and hard he was surprised you couldn’t hear it, and even more surprised it didn’t just burst through his chest, “what happened?”

“He asked me if I wanted to have dinner with him,” you confessed as if he didn’t know all of this, “and I thought it was just as friends at first but I think he might have meant more…he seemed so upset when I said no. It made me sad to see him like that. I didn’t mean to hurt him or upset him, I just…I got so in my head and let my anxiety get the best of me. So I just said no.”

“Did you want to say no?” he asked softly as you looked up and met his gaze through the white eyes of the mask. It just felt like he knew you, and that you knew him. There had always been that very familiar air about him, but you’d never been able to quite place why.

“No,” you admitted with a small, bitter little laugh, “I wanted to say yes. I want to spend more time with him and…I really do like him. But I’m afraid he’s going to get to know me more and think I’m boring or lame, or he just won’t like me. I have really bad anxiety and it really gets to me.”

“I’d never be able to guess,” he confessed and you gave him a small smile.

“It’s different with you,” you admitted shyly, “I feel comfortable around you, andI always have. I don't know why, but it’s true. That’s how I feel with Peter too, except that one time I clammed up so much and ruined everything.”

“I’m sure you didn’t ruin anything,” he insisted softly, and you couldn’t help but laugh lightly, “what’s so funny?”

“I don’t have as much confidence,” you shrugged, “how are you so sure? You don’t know Peter, you didn’t see the look on face when I said no. I…I never want to see that look on his face again. It made me so sad.”

Peter was internally debating on what to do. He could either tell you that it was him and risk the chance that you’d hate him forever for not telling you for so long and getting all of this out of you. Or he could continue on as Spider-Man and never tell you that it was. Or he could tell you tomorrow at work…as Peter. There were risks and benefits from each scenario. All he knew was that he couldn’t lose you; that would be too much.

“You know, Spidey, you remind me of Peter in some ways,” you whispered shyly and his heart plummeted into his stomach, “you sound like him. And you like a lot of the same things and I dunno…I feel the same way around you as I do around him. That’s never really happened with anyone before.”

“Listen-”

“It’s almost like….” you stopped yourself, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you shook your head, “it’s silly. So stupid, really.”

“Tell me,” he asked softly, “please.”

You inhaled softly, your heart pitter-pattering wildly in your chest. It was your turn to hold up your hand and reach over, ghosting your fingertips along his jaw. He leaned into your touch ever so slightly and you could feel the warmth of his skin even under the mask. You closed your eyes for a moment before exhaling shakily, “Peter?”

He paused for a moment before taking your hand and guiding it to the back of your neck where you felt the zip of the mask. You undid it softly, slowly, and when he sensed your hesitation, he helped you and slowly pulled off the mask, revealing himself to you.

You gasped lightly when you found Peter Parker’s glittering honeyed eyes looking back at you nervously. You couldn’t help the nervous laugh that bubbled up, and he visibly relaxed when you didn’t get angry. He held up his hand nervously, “hi.”

“This whole time,” you felt your face warm up when you realized that you had basically confessed your feelings to him, “I knew you seemed familiar, Spidey. I should've known that it was you. I’ve never felt the way I do about you with anyone else. When it happened with Spider-Man, I didn’t think anything of it. But it was you this whole time.”

“I didn’t know if I should tell you,” he whispered, “but I wanted you to know. And I never meant to make you feel like I was pushing you away. I just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable….when I had asked you out and you said no, I thought maybe you didn’t feel the same way, so I thought it’d be best to back off.”

“It wasn’t you,” you promised, “it never was. It was me. Peter, I meant what I said, I’ve had a crush on you since that first day in biochem. I wanted to be your friend for so long, but just could never bring myself to say anything. I thought maybe I could use the photography thing since that’s something we both like but it just never seemed like a good time. And when we started working together…it was nerve-wracking and wonderful. And when you asked me for dinner, I panicked and thought I would surely ruin everything, so I took the possibility of failure away by saying no and making it impossible.”

“Ever the logical scientist,” he smiled softly, “my smart girl. But so you know, you could never have ruined anything. Do you want to know a secret?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve liked you too,” he admitted and your heart felt like it was going to burst, “since that first day in biochem. But you’ve always been way out of my league, so I never said anything.”

“No way!”

“Way,” the look on your face was both pretty and priceless and he was dying to finally kiss you, “now you know all my secrets.”

“Do you want to know one of mine, Peter Parker?”

“Yes.”

“I thought about what it would be like to kiss you so many times,” you whispered so softly that he was sure he wouldn’t have been able to hear you without his heightened senses, “I’d really like to kiss you now.”

Peter’s eyes lit up and you both leaned in, his lips inches away from yours. After a moment of hesitation, he finally kissed you, soft and sweet. He pulled back much sooner than you would have wished, his eyes searching yours as if to make sure it was alright. Your beaming face told him it was more than alright.

“Was that okay?” he sounded so nervous it was almost too precious.

“I think so,” you teased lightly, “but I am a scientist and need more data to form a proper conclusion.”

“As a fellow scientist, I’m more than happy to provide all the data you could need,” he was grinning from ear to ear, “if you want that is…”

“Yes, Peter Parker,” you kissed him softly, “I would love that.”

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turbulentscrawl · 5 months

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Hi! Just wanted to say I really love your andrew characterization! 😗👌💕 (Chef's kiss)

Idk what your requests look like, so if you're full up right now, no worries! But if not can I request something 🌶️ for Andrew? Either a fluffy/awkward first time or on the opposite side of the spectrum, Andrew's a little jealous of the attention his s/o has been getting and wants to prove that he's the only one for them and gets a little rough in bed (not any hitting or anything like that). Gender neutral pronouns but afab if you need to describe.. parts. Lol thank you!

I went with something closer to option 2. ...Does general dominance count as getting rough? I get a little carried away writing smut sometimes...but I hope you like this anyway! x

Warnings: jealousy, andrew-typical cussing, oral, real mushy right at the end

As soon as the match ended, Andrew grabbed you by your wrist and marched the both of you to his dark room. His long strides made it difficult to keep up, and he didn’t speak a word along the way, so it was a small shock when you found yourself backed up against the inside of his bedroom door, caged in by his arms and anguished scowl.

“Stop talking to him so much,” he hissed. He was like a ghost in the darkness, the moonlight through his windows making his paleness glow.

Too busy admiring him, your reply came delayed, “Who?”

“William. Ellis,” he spat the other man’s name like he spat curses. With spiteful venom. But once that fleck of anger was out, his face crumpled into something more frightened, insecure. “Why do you…why do you let him so close? He runs his mouth to you…so. Goddamn. Much. He stands too close. He rescued you twice today—” Andrew tapers off with an unspoken phrase. That’s HIS job.

Suddenly it all clicked together. Your bittersweet Andrew was jealous—and of William, of all people, who was so incredibly opposite of him. You could see how that might intensify his usual worries, but it was also ridiculous. Kinda hot. But ridiculous. You raised a hand to reassuringly cup his chiseled jaw. His head bobbed like he couldn’t decide whether to lean into it or pull away.

“Andrew, I don’t look at anyone else the way I look at you.” He scoffed in reply, the weak little one he did when his fires were doused a bit.

“Maybe not…but you still humor the looking too much for my liking.” His eyes drifted away, expression growing unreadable. “Am I the one you want, or not?”

“You’re the only one I want, ever,” you said. His eyes were locked on some vision in the corner, some line of thought that had his gears turning ominously. There was always a gamble when that expression fell over him. How high were the walls he’d just put up? Would he be defensive or receptive to deeper comforts? Taking a chance, you slid your hands down his neck slowly, down to his chest, and nuzzled yourself against him. “Andrew. Is there anything I can do to help?”

His eyes snapped back to yours instantly, and you were surprised to find there was heat in them rather than pain. He held your gaze for a surprising amount of time, still thinking, smoldering. His jaw shifted as he chewed on his next words.

“Get on your knees,” Andrew’s quiet voice came out like hot gravel. One of his gloved hands was already pulling his robes open, fishing for his pants. “And open your mouth.”

Well, that went straight to your crotch.

You could barely register the rarity of how boldly he’d said that. Andrew typically required more motivation to charge head-long into seduction…but then you’d never dared to test him with jealousy before. Maybe that was motivation enough. Before you knew it, you were kneeling on the ground in front of Andrew with your mouth ajar, looking up at his moonlit form. You’d followed his order without question, mind fried by shock and arousal.

Just as soon as his pants were undone, Andrew took your face in one hand and his already-hard cock in the other. He caressed your chin a moment with his dusty leather gloves, then clenched your jaw to force your mouth even wider. But he hesitated there, dazedly looking between you and his throbbing dick. Perhaps admiring the sight? But he was taunting you all the while without knowing, the rosy head of his cock just inches away and glistening with a single bead of precum. It was close enough, so you slid your tongue out to greet it, coax it.

Andrew jolted back at the warm, wet sensation, and his nerve suddenly returned. The weight of his cock landed against your lips. He pulled back, just a bit, and then slid it home along your tongue. Andrew hissed, a long and slow, “Shhhhiiit,” and his forehead thudded against the wall above you. The hand still holding your jaw pulled you forward, slowly, slowly taking more of him in. Your nose just grazed pale hair before you choked, and he drew you back to a safe length.

“Fuck,” he gasped above you, barely audible. “That’s almost all of it.” He tilted your face up enough that you could make out his flushed expression above you. And in that rough voice again, he said, “Suck.”

And you did, with all the vigor and adoration you could muster. His hand was a guide for steadiness, but Andrew otherwise let you work at your own speed. You grabbed at is pants in your haziness, massaging his strong thighs and tugging the fabric slowly lower and lower. Andrew sighed and moaned rhythmically above you. First he pressed his face against the wall, weak and flush, but then he leaned away to better watch you work. He wasn’t often enamored by things, but you knew that look in his eye for what it was….

After several minutes, when your eyes locked again, Andrew licked his lips. “You like that, don’t you? You’re filthy…but just for me,” he said breathily. A shiver ran down your spine, straight to your crotch. His dirty talk was a treat. “Would you rather have it in the other end? You want me to fuck you?” You moaned an affirmative around him, sliding your hands to grope his pale, exposed hips desperately.

Andrew ripped away from you suddenly, hissing as your teeth catch against him, and flips you over pulling your bottoms off. Before you could settle back against the ground, he hauled you up knees-over-elbows with the remarkable strength that’s so easy to forget he has, and pinned you against the wall. The head of his cock rest against you, ready to destroy any remaining composure you had. His hands trembled slightly against your ass, and you didn’t think it was due to straining.

“Say it,” he said, almost pleaded. You knew exactly what he wanted to hear.

“I love you, Andrew,” you cooed. Relief was in his sigh as he kissed and slid into you.

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #andrew kreiss x reader #idv gravekeeper #spicy content #turbulentscrawl

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The level of detail and thought you've put into hai is incredible!

I have a question. I love how you've described Eddie as a rizzless loverboy (my favorrite kind) so I need to know how he managed to get with an ice queen like Nicole. Not to mention some stuff with Chrissy later and even Cass but I'm most curious about Nicole, especially since she's a former friend of lacy's and he describes her as the one person who's meaner than lacy. I need details. How did it all go down? i like to imagine that she approached him. What makes me sad is that I think she probably did it just to say she lost her virginity but I also like to think that they all find him hot but they just wont say it because he's the town freak

NONNY COME THROUGH I LOVE THIS QUESTION!!!!!! hard agree on nicole approaching him because she's nasty as fuck in all the wrong era-typical ways and he's scared as hell of her (like, she really could bite and not in a cute way). but i also agree about these girls secretly being endeared to him. i mean, we saw it with chrissy-- he has a knack for making people feel safe in vulnerable little moments. but unfortunately, people (teenagers) are also diiiiiiicks

so fuck it, let's blurb it out! or

EDDIE MUNSON STAMPS NICOLE SUMMERS' V-CARD (NOT A BOARD WAXER, NOT IN MAUI)

content warning: swearing, wildly unsexy implication of sex, nicole summers sucks dude, teenagers scare the living shit out of me, me attempting to incorporate dnd terminology, GRANNY ECKER KLAXON, there's also an easter egg in this for the rest of the story if you know where to look word count: 2.6k (lol what)

part of the hellfire & ice universe (duh!)

FOREST HILLS TRAILER PARK, 1982-ISH

She's gotta be doing community service.

It's Easter, right, so this has gotta be like... a Jesus thing. But she doesn't seem like a Jesus person.

It's the only precedent that would explain what Nicole Summers, jaw jutting out in an exaggerated scowl, is doing serving Meals on Wheels to the less fortunate dwellers of Hawkins' favorite trailer park. Her red hair blazes in the sunlight, searing into his retinas--

But that could also be the weed talking.

"Ma'am, like, I don't know what to tell you, you're signed up to receive these."

"And I don't know what to tell you, little girl," Veronica Ecker Sr., affectionately and fearsomely known as Granny to him, grits from the doorway, "but I'm perfectly capable of cooking my own darn food."

Eddie's been lingering around the Ecker trailer, see, waiting for Ronnie to be freed from yet another M*A*S*H appointment with her grandmother ("Ever since she stopped going to church, it's like, all Alan Alda all the time," quoth Ronnie) and run through his latest Hellfire campaign.

"I'm not saying that you don't, I'm just saying that--"

"You're making me miss my program."

"I'll eat it." Eddie doesn't know who said that or why it sounds like his voice, until he figures out that he said it, which is why it sounds like his voice. Jesus, that shit he lifted from his dad was strong.

Granny Ecker and Nicole Summers elicit almost identical reactions of annoyance once they clock that he's there, lingering in the outfield.

"Junior, if you don't--"

"Oh my God. Ew."

Eddie plants his hands on his hips, half in the hopes that this might look authoritative, half mirroring Granny. "Well, y'know. Waste not want not."

Granny considers him, then apparently considers that this might not be such a terrible idea. Her laser focus directs back to Nicole.

"I don't give a shit. I'm not eating that tripe."

"I'm not just-- authorized to pass off meals like that. There's a system."

"Wait, you need clearance for stuff like that? In Meals on Wheels?" That'd be Ronnie's voice, head popping over her grandmother's shoulder. "Oh, hey, Eddie."

"Hey, Ron. You ready to--"

"Veronica, get back inside. I need you to hit that thing back to record when M*A*S*H comes back on. I don't want any commercials on my darn tapes."

"Oh my God, forget it!" Nicole breaks, stalking towards him with a foil-wrapped tray. She stays a safe distance away and thrusts it towards them-- something something freak cooties, some new line of bullshit that her and her dumb little clique had come up with in middle school. "Here. I don't need the whole freak council weighing in on this."

Eddie takes the tray and considers the shiny foil wrapping. His reflection is all distorted in there, a funhouse mirror but way, way worse. This makes him compelled to be unwisely honest to Nicole, who's already making tracks away from him. He jogs to catch up, foil crinkling as he moves. "Well, now I feel bad."

"Don't."

"It's like robbing from old people. Maybe you should give this to another old person. Like a super skinny one. Who might need two."

"Fuck 'em."

"Gee, Nicole, you're really buildin' that stairway to heaven, huh?"

"Ugh. What?"

"The meals-- the Meals on Wheels. It's a nice thing to... do. Fuckin'... forget it." Eddie stops dead; he might be loaded right now, but he knows which side his bread is buttered on. And he hasn't got any bread. He thinks it might be mashed potatoes, green beans and some rubbery chicken. Anyway, he turns heel-- this conversation isn't going anywhere.

"Hey, freak." The derisive nickname comes calling from Nicole's end. Ring-ring. "Are you stoned right now?"

"De-pendsssss," Eddie murmurs, the 's' sound going on for like five minutes, "Are you... a cop right now?"

Nicole busts out a giggle. It's kind of a pretty noise, if a little grating. She's kind of pretty. Eddie remembers when she had braces in middle school and whenever she'd pick on him, she'd kind of spit on him too. Gross. But still kind of pretty.

"I know how you can make it up to me."

Jump-freaking-cut and Nicole Summers is sitting with Eddie in that creepy wooded area near Forest Hills, making a miserable job of rolling a joint out of a dusting of his dad's weed and a torn-open Pall Mall. His buzz has kind of come and gone, and in its wake the knotted, deadened trees are looking extra gnarly.

"God, I suck at this."

You don't suck. You just need practice, is what Eddie would say if it were anybody else sitting with him, but all he manages is, "Eugh."

Because she does suck. And he's too nervous to further verbalize himself. He holds his hand out and she drops the comically conical attempt at a joint into it.

Deftly, Eddie re-rolls it just like that. "Practice, baby. Only way to Carnegie Hall."

"Wait, what?" Nicole murmurs, brow furrowed.

Eddie wishes he didn't phrase it like that either. "Um. Nothing. How come you're doing Meals on Wheels?"

A guttural sigh comes right from the center of her chest, which Eddie can almost see, thanks to her super low-cut tank top. Her cleavage is all freckled and hiked up, thanks to the Wonderbra that he's been painstakingly avoiding tracing the outline of with his eyes. "My fucking aunt. She's like some do-gooder Christian nutso, she runs the whole thing."

"Oh--" but Nicole's not done. She kicks a toeful of dirt up just as Eddie ignites the end of the joint and takes a harsh pull.

"I'm stuck with her this whole break because my grades were shit. I'm supposed to be in Maui, y'know."

Eddie wordlessly passes the joint on. Knew it was a Jesus thing. And like, boo-hoo, he guesses? He doesn't have any real pity for Nicole Summers right now, because overall she fucking blows. She's mean as hell, for no good reason.

Ronnie came up with a good analogy for it one time; like, put up against that chick Lacy that she hangs out with, Nicole is mean like a bad dog. She just keeps barking and barking and barking and barking and it is relentless and it's busting open your eardrums and she's snarling and you're too scared to get in her way so you just tolerate it. Even if it fucks up your whole day.

That Lacy girl, though, she's mean like a guillotine. One sharp drop and you're done. Dead. Headless horseman.

"I know which one is worse-- Nicole, obviously, because it chips away at you and it's so freakin' loud. But I know which one I'd prefer," Ronnie had said, "I feel like if Lacy comes for you, you've really earned it. Like, you possibly deserve to perish."

But ultimately, curiosity will be the death of Eddie Munson. And so will girls. And so will boring Spring break Sundays.

Nicole half-chokes on a lungful of smoke and Eddie's got to pat her on the back so he doesn't get nailed for her murder or whatever.

"God. Gross," Nicole gripes on recovery. "Ugh. My whole family is in Maui, but I'm stuck here and like-- I even told people I was going to Maui and it's like-- so fucked."

"Totally." Eddie makes pincer fingers towards the joint. "Don't bogart that."

But Nicole is holding it aloft, totally off on her own journey, and Eddie wonders if the weed has hit her that fast or if she's just completely self-involved.

"I even sent postcards to people, pretending I was in Maui. If you wanna know something really pathetic."

It takes a second for Eddie to decipher it, but it seems like she's saying that she's been sneaking around Hawkins incognito all break because she told all of her sucker friends she was in the Central Pacific.

"You completely said that sentence backwards."

He notes that down to tell Ronnie about later.

"Shuddup, freak."

"Man, it is so completely uncool of you to keep calling me a freak when you're literally smoking my weed."

"You took my Meal on Wheel."

"Meal on Wheel for a well-rolled joint does not an even trade make, Summers!"

"So why did you say okay?!" Nicole barks, and Eddie finally gets a grasp of that joint. He's up, he's off the log they were occupying. There is a buzz to be had here, a good time rolled tight up in these flammable papers and he is not about to waste it by letting Nicole Summers verbally wail on him.

"Because I am obviously a veritable moron of the highest knight's order and I had time to kill before M*A*S*H was over!"

That rhymed.

Nicole looks up at him with her green eyes narrowed, this horrible, puggy grimace wrinkling her face. And then she says something so beyond the realm of Eddie's comprehension that he's sure the weed is turning on him.

"Do you wanna, like, hook up?" Nicole says-- scratch that, Nicole snarls.

"What?!" So this level of fuckery doesn't make sense to Eddie because nobody's around. Like, if Nicole takes a shot at the freak and Hagan and Carol and Tina and Lacy and Cass aren't around to hear it, did it even happen?

"I'm serious," Nicole deadpans. "I kind of... look, so I kind of wrote to some people that I hooked up with someone on vacation and, like... I could make that not a whole lie."

"Nicole," Eddie says, in a tone about as measured as he can manage, which is not very because his balls seem to have vacuumed themselves back into his body, "Are you asking me to aid and abet your elaborate scam in which you're currently pretending you're in Maui getting, what... railed by like, a surfer?"

"Wow. That's actually kinda close to what I've been telling people."

He would later find out that she said her premiere paramour was a board waxer.

Eddie inhales a lungful of smoke so deep and so urgent that it makes him feel like Hunter S Thompson-- that is, to say, certifiably insane. Because Eddie's never been... Like, he's made out, or whatever, and grazed a boob like once, but...

In an ideal world, he would not be in the woods. In an ideal world, there might be some perfect declaration beforehand, and he might be indoors, and he might be wearing cleaner underwear. In an ideal world, it would not be Nicole Summers.

Roll Perception. Is this really how it happens? Maybe she secretly... likes me?

The D20 in his brain lands a nat one.

Yeah, maybe. But you've been wrong about that before.

Nicole gets up, and he can just about see the cogs turning in her head, trying to intimate an expression of sultriness. It's such a thin mask that he can basically see her rolling her eyes behind it.

"C'mon. You can't tell me you haven't... thought about it," she tries, dropping her voice in volume and pouting her lips.

And Christ, Eddie hates to be such a guy about it, but... you hate to look a gift horse in the formerly-braces-clad mouth.

I haven't thought about it. I think you suck. But I also think this might be my one shot at something for a long, long, long, long, long--

"God, quit thinking about it and kiss me, freak."

It's almost hot, it's like lukewarm at the very best, which is good enough for Eddie so he goes for it. Lips on lips, but Nicole apparently doesn't follow rhythm very well. There's a lot of dry macking, not a lot of... sensual action. He's almost starting to feel sorry for her.

But then-- well, let's just cut to the chase since that's the flavor du jour, then her hand is on his dick. Through the jeans, obviously, she's not a belt ninja but it's very much there. Flesh and tendons, palming at him.

In this situation, Eddie's not a hard sell. Badum-tsssss.

He uses one hand to hook around the back of her neck, tilting her head toward him-- using this opportunity to kiss her right, or what he assumes is right, while she's distracted. Nicole cannot focus on two things-bad kissing and dick handling-at once, unlike Eddie, who uses his free hand to feel her boobs.

"Siddown on the log," she breathes. Just what you want to hear in the heat of passion.

"Uh-- okay," and he does what he is told. Because she's still a pitbull, at the end of the day.

"Do you, like, have anything?"

"Like... the clap?" Eddie sorta-squeaks as Nicole positions herself over him, one knee either side of his thighs. She's got good balance. Is she in cheerleading? Or is that the other mean one?

"No, you fuckin'-- like a condom."

"Oh." His heart sinks. There's a box of Trojans that Ronnie jokingly bought him after he tried to lay a smacker on her-majorly misguided move, by the way!-but he doesn't--

Wait, shut up. They were literally having this argument the other day, he and Ronnie, about that tiny pocket on pairs of jeans. You know the one. Ronnie was trying to explain that it was for cowboys to keep their watches in, whereas Eddie was arguing that there's no way that cowboys need a watch, dude. They go by the sun in the sky. Like men, so the pocket obviously had to be for emergency prophylactics.

He'd even demonstrated, slipping a good ol' Troj into the tiny fold!

Eddie, in his over-excited state, almost knocks Nicole off the log trying to dig the rubber out. "Voilà."

"Whut," Nicole mumbles.

"Do you take Spanish?"

"No, French."

"... okay."

Here it is. This is it. He's about to get his dick out in the scary wooded part by the trailer park where he once tried to dig a hole to China. Fuck.

But all of a sudden, Nicole is fumbling. Her movements are suddenly weird and unsure and reserved and tight. Badum-- fuck off.

"Hey, y--y'alright?" Eddie murmurs, almost brushing her hair off her face. But that feels too intimate. Even considering the circumstances.

"Have you... done this before?" she says, lips pursed and small as she fiddles with his belt.

"Um." To truth, or not to truth? That is to lose any and all hope of losing one's virginity. "I--"

"I haven't."

A little moment of silence hangs between them. That's not a bark. That's a real girl in there.

Eddie swallows, despite the precipice of opportunity. He finds his throat is very dry, sandpaper going down. That feeling-- it's a distinct sensory recall. A favor someone once did him at a birthday party.

Because Nicole's a dick, but she's still a person.

Not that she'd give him the same grace.

Oh well. Building his stairway to heaven, and all that shit.

"We don't... have to." He nods, resolutely. Partially for himself. He even puts a hand over Nicole's, where it lingers on his undone fly. "Seriously."

Nicole's eyelashes flicker and she stares at him for a drawn out beat. As if she's considering him. Really considering him. Outside of the bullshit dichotomy in which they live. A crease eventually settles in her brow, looking at him like, are you serious, loser?

"No, I obviously want to."

Want to with me? he nearly chances.

"Just don't be, like... weird about this after," she instructs. "It never happened."

"I'm not gonna. It didn't." That sounds too soft, so he snorts a little at the end.

Eddie barely has time to ask her if she's okay before it's lights out for him.

The most unforgettable thirty seconds of Eddie Munson's pubescent life up to that point begins with a scoff (his) and ends in a scoff (hers).

But that dog ceases barking for at least three weeks following. No biting in the hallway, no harassment in the parking lot. Even when Hagan sniffs around him, Nicole doesn't jeer on. She averts her eyes.

It's no declaration of love, but at least he got a free dinner out of it.

#powder room talk #Anonymous #hai brainrot #blurbs #e. munson by powder #eddie munson fic #i GENUINELY dont know what to tag this as it was so unexpected #but thank you for the ask nonny ily!!!!!!#another theory? nicole denial is a river in egypt. you and robin dykely as you so call her Are Gay #r. ecker by powder

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zzzzzestforlife · 2 months

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🍋 when life doesn't give you lemons, make them yourself, ig?

⏪ previously on project diaries ⏪

in today's project diaries 🔍: CUTE LEMONS WERE MADE ☺️, how to make pixel art (with code) 🎨, design nitpicks 🧐, what's next? 👀

everyone come look at my lemons!! 🤩 they do this cute little wiggle~ and everything!! 🥰 (low-key could be mistaken for mangoes, ngl, but i don't know what to do about that and so i don't care 😌)

it's... surprisingly hard to make pixel art, though?? for some reason i thought i could just ~wing it~ 🕊️ but after making a few pixels, i realized i had no idea what i was doing 😂 i ended up drawing a crappy planning sketch on my phone that looked more like orange grapes, so i was really doubting that this would work, but after a few more tweaks, i think it went just fine~ 🤓

i was also debating the best way to keep track of all these little squares in my code... ended up organizing them by row — like duh, that's the only sane way to do it 🙄

in my original mock-up, i had this pretty(?) swirly vine thing, but... i hate it in pixel form. it looks so much cuter without them! 😍

also still not super happy with the green background even though i changed it already. i still think it needs to be a little paler or darker or... something... but i'm not gonna get hung up on that FOR NOW (i'm still low-key committed to not just brushing off the importance of color in the long-run, mind you 😤)

OUR MVP IS FINISHED!! 🎉 i'm so happy i was able to do an incredibly easy thing and have it not blow up in my face 🥳 for my next trick, i'm going to re-construct my entire life! (it's the DAILY ZESTY checklist section.)

i made some wireframes for it today but there are some things i know i just have to do FIRST or else i will keep putting them off until never:

FIND A GREEN BACKGROUND COLORING THAT YOU LIKE ALREADY (have yet to try transparency and gradient variations and i just know i could waste at least a couple hours on that)

🥚 try out an easter egg idea that i might hate later: use CSS to switch on click from DAILY ZESTY to 일상 제스티 to 每日热情 ("daily enthusiasm", lol, it's the best Chinese version i could think of)

💌: i love how slapstick school project this feels haha standards, who?? we only know vibes in this household 😎 until next time~! 🍋👀👩‍💻

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sagau-my-beloved · 2 years

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Wait wait wait wait wait wait that thing you said about leaving a lavish offering at the church while making direct eye contact with Venti to assert dominance gives allllll the brainrot… proposing to Venti by leaving a lavish offering to Barbatos at the church’s statue, complete with a ring in a box on top (let’s pretend that proposal rings are a thing they do in Teyvat and not just in select cultures in our universe). Just there in public, eye contact locked on Venti. I mean what’s he going to do?

-🫧

Sometimes I forget some people actually read my tags lol

But honestly it's so full of potential

Really just doing nice things in the name of Barbatos, knowing full well Venti's true identity, but he can't physically react or give off any indication that he appreciates it, appreciates you, because he's dead set on keeping the charade up

Just going up to him in the church when you both happen to be there and striking up a casual conversation about how much you adore and look up to the amazing Anemo Archon, going on and on about how thankful you are and how incredible he is, while Venti is having an increasingly hard time not turning completely red

He wants nothing more than to just pull you into an embrace, bury his face in your clothes, pull you directly out of the church into somewhere more private to show you exactly how much those teasing comments mean to him

It's just so much fun to give him affection and praise with him not able to do a single thing about it

Then the offering thing is an entirely different idea, wine and some Mora and a few more personal things that would only make sense to Venti (ok but imagine offering a cat plushy or something as he gives you a deadpan fighting back a smile look)

He'd probably complain to you later that you could have simply given the offerings to him personally (he's obviously going to sneak in to 'steal' them but that's not the point), you better not start giving the figure Barbatos more attention than our dear Venti, otherwise he might start thinking you're being performative

Now if you choose to actually propose that way there's no way he's keeping his composure, it's just not happening, whether he runs into your arms, tears in his eyes, repeating different forms of the word "yes" over and over, or if he has enough self restraint to pull you directly outside the church and do the exact same thing, is entirely based on how the day's going

You gonna get some confused looks either way tho, I mean you're literally offering a wedding ring to the alter of the Anemo Archon, is this some convoluted way of saying you want to become a nun? Then the reaction of the local alcoholic Bard, whose kinda infamous for performing 'blasphemous' songs about their holy God... Strange morning—

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin venti #genshin x reader #venti x reader #brainrot #🫧 anon #so much potential there really

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are there any songs you think they should bring back for the setlist or a song you wish they would play live?

also which live performances are your favorite? (you could even go by era cuz i think each era is pretty unique)

ok so i need to start this off by saying BRING POOL BACK IMMEDIATELY!! please with the intro and everything. it’s just so fucking good. next up, which i know might be controversial, but i’d love to hear fences live once (i would watch this video all the time when i was younger, it just seems like a lot of fun). i always think it sounds so cool. and then obviously i’m on my knees screaming and crying for them to bring back Let The Flames Begin / Part II, which i know they’re probably sick of but it always turned out so good!!! and Turn It Off & Careful are my #1 picks. like, genuinely I need to hear them live or else. Also, Sugar on the Rim.

anyways i used to be better at pinpointing my favorite performances because i would watch them to a point where it was super concerning, now i’m a bit more mellow about it. however, since you asked i will attempt to deliver. just for you, dear anon.

this is in no particular order or anything, basically i’m just going off what i remember really saying damn this is good about (which is super easy when you love a band like paramore).

First off let’s start with the Miracle Outro performed during Brand New Eyes era. this song just goes so fucking hard and i curse Josh Farro for the fact that he wrote it so they couldn’t record it and release it since he left the band soon thereafter.

Paramore at Wembley Arena in 2009 — This concert is so good. like thank god this person filmed it and decided to upload it to youtube. I cannot get enough of Intro / Ignorance. truly.

RTMorasonMD had a great full concert vid from 2010, the sound quality is great for 2010 too. considering most of the time videos look like they were filmed with an nintendo D.S..

Paramore at The House of Blues in Anaheim, California (2006) this is like nostalgia city for me. I remember running my old paramore fan account on instagram and stumbling on this and being like… i’ve hit the paramore jackpot. shout out to Paramore History for always posting the real hard to find stuff… where would we be without you?

When Paramore performed Careful at Warped Tour in 2011 or like the whole Warped Tour Set — i will say this over and over again on this post but i have to be real with you when i say, i watched these videos so much it’s crazy. but careful was my favorite. i love careful. any performance or careful and i’m there.

Paramore live in Paris (2013) when i tell you i watched this religiously i mean it. i could probably do all the dance moves / movements hayley did in this specific video way back when. i was obsessed.

Paramore performing Let The Flames Begin / Part II at Bunbury in Cincinnati (2014) i just love this one. like all of these are just nostalgic for me and i can’t help but want to show you.

When Paramore performed Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen and then it went into Hallelujah by Paramore (lol) at Parahoy (2016). What a way to open the show. i mean, i remember watching the final riot and being totally in love with Hayley’s voice and the way she sang it. I think I was introduced to Hallelujah by Shrek but Paramore was the second one to show me the ways of Leonard Cohen. Thanks for that.

I Caught Myself in Hamburg (2017) is an obvious one but I feel like I had to mention it… the emotion Hayley fucking pours into this performance makes me want to cry.

Turn It Off live from Grand Casino in Hickley, MN (2017) we’ve all seen this one i think? but what an incredibly breath taking performance of turn it off. i mean.. damn.

Fake Happy performed at Rock for People in the Czech Republic (2017) the quality is insane for this one. I remember being totally obsessed with this. so i’m adding it here; to share with you.

Pool / Idle Worship in Paris (2018) something must be in the water when they go to paris because i love these videos.

Pool live in Amsterdam (2018) is another one that came to mind cuz the sound quality goes crazy. it’s just beautiful.

The full 2018 RED ROCKS show because the sound is great and i just remembered being obsessed with this. you’re kinda cracking my head open like an egg with this ask and i love it.

Paramore at Concrete Street Amphitheater (2018) incredible footage, incredible show.

Simmer live in Bakersfield (2022) i have to add this because she’s gone too soon. like they should be performing this one nonstop. but i also understand crystal clear is a bop so it’s fine… i’m fine. PLAY SUGAR ON THE RIM OR ELSE!!!

Crystal Clear debut in Dublin / Dreams (the cranberries cover) (2023) I mean….. we all know about the Dreams cover but I just have to add it here because wow. i love it. it’s incredible. and the crystal clear debut is just insane because the person filming that knew what they were doing. High Quality to the MAX baby.

Crave / Outro live at The O2 in London (2023) I mean I just love this video. like, what’s not to love.

Speaking of quality, this video of You First performed in Cleveland Ohio (2023) is available to watch in 2610p60, which basically means it’s better than your eyeballs. incredible stuff. just insane.

there’s probably a whole lot more i can’t think of at the moment, maybe i’ll make a list eventually. but i hope you like this in the mean time. ❤️ thanks for sending me this ask and letting me talk about my favorite band. send me an ask anytime (goes for everyone, i love this).

#thank you angel! i love being sent asks. the more the merrier #ask ivie #paramore

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theplanetplu20 · 1 year

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I’ve got you

pairing(s): Larissa Weems x gn reader

summary: You have been having a hard few days but it’s larissa to the rescue :)

Warning(s): depression

word count: 1.8k

A/N: sooo i wrote this super quick at like 1am and didn’t read it over so if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes i am so sorry but i literally cannot get enough of this woman so I had to write something and if u couldn’t tell it’s been a hard couple of days lol (This is in your pov the whole time)

I stop and stare out of the window by my bed watching the rain come down outside wishing I could just sleep so I didn’t have to stay here staring at nothing. I feel like a thousand pound rocks are laying on my chest and I haven’t moved from my spot since yesterday night. I haven’t even moved to check my phone which I fear might worry Larissa if she chose to text me but I just hope she’s been busy running Nevermore to check up on me. Me and Larrisa had only started dating a few months ago and it has been everything I could ask for and more. She's incredible. We had met when I took up a new teaching position at Nevermore and eventually after a lot of pining on my end (and hers) she ended up asking me out. ME of all people i know i was shocked too for someone as elegant and beautiful to be interested in little old me, but it’s been the best couple of months of my life. Recently though i’ve been really feeling my depression, I used to have really bad depression and mental health issues although with a lot of therapy and work i’ve been in a really good place. Until a few days ago, I could feel myself slipping. I had another teacher cover my classes so that I didn’t have to get a substitute that would just worry Larissa and she already worries enough. I’m pulled out of my thoughts by a soft knocking at my door. I sigh knowing exactly who it is.

“Darling, are you in there? Can I come in?” I hear Larissa say just loud enough so I can hear her through the door. I stare at the door contemplating whether or not I should let her see me in my messy and hollow state. I want nothing more than her arms around me whispering how everything will be alright, but I don’t want her to think less of me. That’s such a silly thought I know but we’ve only been dating a few months, only ever mentioning how bad i can get but never witnessing it. As well as it’s happened before in past relationships so I just lay there half hoping she’ll go away and half hoping she’ll come in anyways. “I’m coming in.” she finally says after I say nothing for a few minutes, giving me time to protest if I really didn’t want her there before opening the door, but both of us know I need her right now. “Oh baby” is all she says when she sees my disheveled form and the very prominent dark circles under my eyes. She comes to my side and brushes the stray hairs out of my eyes that I just never bothered to move. She moves to cup my face with her hands slowly rubbing my check with her thumb. I was expecting to see disappointment or disgust in her eyes but all I can see is love and concern immediately makes my eyes well up with tears threatening to fall at any moment.

“I’m sorry” It comes out barely above a whisper though not my intention.

“Don’t be silly, my love. You have nothing to be sorry for.” she quickly pushes me up so she can get into the bed behind me pulling me back down to the rest of her chest. I turn to barry my head into her breathing in her perfume and detergent to bring me comfort. “I’ve got you now it’s okay if you're not feeling like yourself today you don’t have to pretend to be okay or do anything i’ve got you.” she runs her hands through my hair and i let my tears fall finally, having all my emotions just build up over time pushing me to my breaking point. Larissa holds me close, running a hand through my hair and down my back leaning close to press small kisses against my head. After I slowly calm down and regain my breath I look up from her chest to look into her eyes even though I know for a fact I look like a whole mess right now.

“Thank you” I say and lean up to press a hard kiss to her waiting lips hoping she can feel all my gratitude and love through it. Larissa kisses me back just as hard leaving me breathless and smiling like an idiot when I pull away.

“There’s that beautiful smile, i’ve missed it.” she says half jokingly and I rolled eyes and settled back onto her chest trying to push myself further into the tall goddess. “How about I run you a bath with lots of bubbles and some candles, how does that sound?” She says knowing I haven’t showered for the past few days i’ve been feeling like this. I’ve never been the best at taking care of myself during times like these.

“Will you join me?” I pray she’ll say yes even though it felt like a long shot.

“Of course darling, anything you need” and she really meant it. I could tell in the way she was looking at me that I could just let go and be. “I’m assuming you haven’t eaten so after we’re going down to the kitchen I'm going to make you whatever you want, love.” she promises and then pulls me in for another searing kiss. She pulls back away just to come back to peck my lips one last time before getting up. “One second I’m just going to run the bath for you, I’ll just be a minute” I really didn’t want her to leave my side but I really could use the bath so I just watched as she walked into the bathroom attached to my room. I sigh starting to feel slightly better already being in her presence. After what only felt like a few seconds Larissa is back by my side rubbing a soothing hand in circles on my back. “Okay love, i’m going to pick you up now is that alright?” I wasn’t really expecting that but now it’s all I want so I quickly nod my head wanting to be pulled into her strong arms. She lightly pulls me up into a sitting position and presses a light kiss to lips before picking me up bridal style then walks me carefully into the bathroom. Once in the bathroom she sets me down on the counter. “Can I take off your clothes?” She knew I would never say no to her but my heart flutters every time she asks before doing anything. I love how she never wants to make me feel uncomfortable or pressured. It can get really adorable at times when she’s simply asking to hold my hand with a light blush across her face and ears.

“yes please” Feeling like I don’t even have the energy to sit up i slump against her waiting for her to pull up my shirt while she quickly takes off her jewelry. I lean back a little and raise my arms for a quick moment when she goes to take my shirt off. She smiles at me after and goes in for another kiss. Larissa is surprisingly clingy or just very affectionate while it’s just the two of us. It makes me want to get on one knee and just marry her already but alas it’s far too soon for that. She lifts me up to quickly pull my sweats and underwear down my legs before setting me back down on the counter yanking them the rest of the way down. I shiver being a little cold naked against the cold marble countertops but Larissa is quick to undress herself and lower us into the tub with me leaning back against her chest. Her hands roam my body but in no way sexual just wanting to provide a little comfort. A small sigh escapes my lips as she starts to massage my shoulders. We sit in the tub for about an hour before my stomach starts making grumbling noises reminding Larissa I still haven’t eaten today and probably yesterday too. She makes quick work of washing my hair and body making sure to leave kisses wherever she could. After she pulls the plug on the tub she pulls me up and into a fluffy towel drying me off. I gaze into her eyes quietly while she starts to do my skin care routine.

“You remember my skin care routine?” I ask chuckling lightly not thinking she would ever have paid attention to it while I have either gotten ready for the day or night with her.

“I mean it’s fairly simple and I don’t know I guess I just like knowing things about you even if it’s as silly as your skin care routine” my eyes start involuntarily filling up with tears at just how much love we have. I quickly pull her down slightly by the neck, needing her lips against mine after her sweet words.

“You are a marvel Larissa Weems” I say as I pull away to rest my forehead against hers. she blushes fiercely and I giggle. She always looks absolutely beautiful red faced and embarrassed whenever i compliment her. She leans back into my lips and I’m just enjoying being here after feeling so horrible the past few days. That’s when my stomach thinks it’s a great time to start making noises again causing us to break apart laughing.

“Okay, okay I think it’s definitely time for food. Your stomach is basically yelling at me at this point” I laugh and shake my head at her and she brings me into the bedroom again so I can get dressed. After I throw on a quick comfy outfit I return to Larissa’s warm embrace missing being in her arms already. She pulls me in tight and we sway a little and she hums a song she’s been obsessed with recently. “Are you feeling at least a little better now darling?” she asks, sounding hopeful.

“i’m feeling so much better thank you honey” I mumble into her loud enough so that she can still hear.

“Good, don’t be afraid to come get me or text me when you're feeling like this, you know i’ll be here for you.” She says her lips pressed against my forehead for a kiss lingering for a while.

“I don’t wanna bother you, you're a very busy woman” She chuckles a little knowing I'm just teasing her a little for being a lowkey (highkey) workaholic.

“I’d drop anything for you, you know that” she says, pulling away just enough to look me in the eyes to make sure I know she’s being genuine.

“I know but you shouldn’t have to” I say looking down a bit. She lifts her hand to my face lightly lifting it to look back into her captivating eyes.

“I want to, Okay?” she says prompting you to say okay back

“okayyy” I say, dragging out the end hoping to maybe hear her beautiful laughter again, it alway makes my days brighter. And as I had hoped she laughs lightly at my stupid jokes pulling me back into her.

“Ready to get food?” She says still holding me close.

“Oh fuck yeah I’m starving”

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #wednesday #wednsday addams #jenna ortega #gwendoline christie x reader

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chans-room · 2 years

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Calling the Shots - 2

Pairing: College basketball co-captain! Yoongi x college fem reader

Genre: tooth rotting fluff/college au

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: this is pure fluff, more Thotjin, long hair!yoongi bc that’s a necessary warning tbh, playful banter between Yoongi Seokjin and the reader, legal drinking (they’re not drunk just a lil tipsy), discussed daddy kink (I’m sorry i am the way i am), absolutely consensual smooching (although they are a lil drunk), Yoongles gives the reader a hickey. If I forgot anything pls let me know 🖤

A/n: I wrote this in an entirely coffee fuelled haze over the last ~8 hours. It has not beta read so she might be clean but if not pls don’t hold it against me lol I was very determined to finish this today. Also everyone can thank @haliiimede for choosing to have the kiss happen

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She couldn’t quell the butterflies in her stomach as she sat next to Yoongi on the dim restaurant patio, Seokjin across from them, fully engrossed in whatever was happening on his phone, but she wasn’t sure she’d be able to look away from Yoongi if she tried.

It had only been a few hours since they’d met, but the way he looked at her made her feel electric. He was unbearably pretty with his wavy black hair that brushed the tops of his shoulders that she desperately wanted to run her fingers through. And the soft smile he kept giving her made her hands shake.

She’d found out he was not only the basketball co-captain, but something of a music prodigy who could play multiple instruments, who also wrote, composed, and produced all of his own music. It also turned out he was an absolutely abysmal student — he didn’t like to try very hard in most of his classes, despite being intelligent and incredibly thoughtful.

“Yoongs, you have to at least try,” she sighed, rolling her eyes as he smirked.

“How about this, you tutor me and I’ll try harder just for you, sunshine,” he smirked, his voice dropping slightly as he draped his arm across the back of the booth.

“Sure, I’ll tutor you,” she whispered back, feeling almost dazed by him. “The only thing I can’t help you with is math.”

“Perfect, I’m great at math,” he said, his cheeks pulling up to reveal a gummy smile that made her heart nearly stop in her chest. He was really too pretty — dangerously pretty. And if she wasn’t careful, she was sure she could fall for him without a moment of hesitation.

“Well, I’m glad to know you’re not good at everything,” she smiled, “How would I ever stand a chance against your charms if you had no flaws?”

“You’re trying to resist me? Damn, I need to try harder,” he smirked, heat blooming under her skin. She couldn’t tell if he was flirting; the three glasses of wine and tequila shot Jin had forced them into clouding her judgement, but she couldn’t help but let herself indulge in the idea.

Yoongi made it so much easier to let herself believe it was real when his fingers trailed across her bare shoulders, making her shiver.

“Are you cold?” He asked, concern painting across his face before he was taking action. “Here, take my flannel,” he said, shrugging it off his shoulders before wrapping it around her with a smile.

It smelled warm, like coffee and something distinctly masculine. It was different than Jin, or her brother. It swirled around her in an amber haze, making her mind even more foggy with the alcohol she’d consumed.

They sat in silence for a while, sipping on their drinks as the night bustled around them. “You think he’d notice if we left?” Yoongi whispered in her ear with a laugh, pointing at Jin. His cheeks were flushed from the scotch, scooting closer to her, their thighs nearly touching.

She giggled softly, shaking her head, “Not a chance; he’s probably setting up a booty call,” she whispered back.

“You realize I can hear you both, right?” Jin asked, looking up from his phone with a raised eyebrow, making both her and Yoongi dissolve into giggles. “You’re both so lucky I love you and decided not to drink. Now daddy’s gonna have to take both of you drunken messes home,” he sighed, shaking his head.

“Gross, Jinnie,” she whined, “Stop calling yourself daddy. I already told you I’d have to kill you if you kept doing it.”

Yoongi snorted, chiming in with a smirk, “Its like the fourth time you’ve done that tonight, man. I’m not one of your conquests.”

He gasped, setting his phone down and pointing a finger at both of them, “That’s funny, if I remember correctly, both of you have a daddy kink,” he said, making her choke. “That’s right. Now leave me and my booty call alone while we get some more food. Both of you gremlins need to sober up.”

“Ignore him, he’s just mad he can’t abandon us like he usually would to go fuck someone,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, scooting closer to her again — his whole body pressed against her before she felt his breath on her neck. “And he’s not wrong, I do like being called daddy.”

Her cheeks burned as she squirmed in her seat, arousal pooling in her core. It wasn’t fair how much of an affect he had on her, and the alcohol induced part of her brain told her she needed to even the playing field.

“Alright then, daddy,” she whispered back, turning to face him with a smirk. His cheeks turned a bright pink, it spread down his neck and to his ears quickly, averting his eyes with a cough.

Her phone lit up on the table in front of her with a text from Jin.

good job sunspot (; he likes u, i can tell

Her heart fluttered as her eyes snapped up to find Jin smirking at her knowingly. “Alright kids, time to put some bread into you so you can both regret this interaction tomorrow,” Jin said, locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket. “But first, cheers to my main man, Yoongo Boongo for bringing the team to yet another victory,” he said raising his glass with a smirk.

“You’re lucky I’m still your friend,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, raising his glass. She laughed, clicking her glass with them before downing the rest of her wine in one go.

“Alright, sunspot, where are your demon children tonight? I didn’t see them at the—“ Jin began but she cut him off.

“Those are my babies, Kim Thotjin! I will accept no criticism of them; they’re perfect, wholesome babies,” she frowned animatedly, brandishing a finger at him in warning.

“Your wholesome, perfect babies lit a science lab on fire, three weeks ago and are lucky they didn’t get kicked out of school,” Jin deadpanned, calling a waitress over with a flick of his wrist.

“Just because they lack impulse control doesn’t mean they’re not perfect, Thotjin! I mean, still love you, even though you’ll fuck anything with a set of tits and a firm ass,” she rolled her eyes.

“Excuse you! I have standards! I haven’t fucked you, have I?” He smirked, making Yoongi choke on his scotch as she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Aw, Jinnie,” she cooed, reaching across the table to take his face into her hands, “You know I’d rather fuck Yoongi than you. You remember the rule, I only fuck 10s,” she winked with a pat of his cheek before settling back into her seat, taking a peek at Yoongi, who was bright pink and hiding behind his hair.

“You’re lucky your brother isn’t here, he’d have a heart attack listening to you objectify poor Yoongo Boongo like that,” Jin scoffed, “Apologize to the poor boy, he doesn’t know you well enough to take your teasing even if you’re drunk.”

A flare of shame shot through her before Yoongi was speaking, “Don’t deflect, Seokjin, it’s a bad look. I’m having a great time over here listening to someone choose me over you,” he grinned, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his embrace.

Out of nowhere, a waitress appeared holding a tray full of food, giving Jin a wink as she set the various plates down before walking away. “Alright gremlins, eat up. I have a pre-booty call hookup waiting for me around the corner, and I told my actual booty call I’d meet her at her place in an hour so be quick about it. Daddy’s got money, but no time,” he said, standing up from his seat before turning to look directly at Yoongi, “Trust me, she knows I’m a 10, but fucking her would be like fucking her brother. And while I love him, I definitely don’t want him like that.”

Without another word, he was disappearing around the corner of the patio, pulled into the shadows by a hand that looked suspiciously like one of the waitress that had just walked away.

“God he’s such a whore,” she laughed, picking up a piece of bread, “I’m sorry for dragging you into our roast-fest, you didn’t deserve—“

“Don’t apologize, sunshine,” Yoongi smiled, “I’m just happy to be here. We are friends now, right?”

“Of course we are, Yoongs,” she smiled, “I already told you that.”

“Good, then you don’t have to worry about offending me,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “I know how Jin is, and I hope it’s not too forward to say that I like being around you, and I’d like to do it more.”

“Not too forward,” she shook her head, “I like being around you too Yoongi.”

“Great, because I’m gonna want to be around you so much more after tonight, you’re fucking beautiful,” he said seriously, “And smart. And funny? And you might be the first girl who’s ever looked at me when Jin is in the room and—“ She cut him off by surging forward, pressing her lips to his firmly.

She’d always heard people use the expression ‘time seemed to slow’ but she had never experienced it until right then. Yoongi’s plush, pouty lips on hers caused the world to tilt and spin on a new axis. Time ceased to exist entirely when his hand slid into her hair, cradling her head in his massive palm while keeping her exactly where he wanted. And she was pretty sure the world could end around them and she wouldn’t notice as his tongue pressed against the seam of her lips.

Her fingers tangled into the long hair at the nape of his neck as she let him invade her mouth, tasting the sharpness of the scotch on his tongue. It was unlike any kiss she’d ever had — instead of filling her with anxiety and the uncertainty, all she felt was a thrum of excitement with an underlying current of steadying comfort.

“God you fucking taste like sunlight,” Yoongi mumbled into her skin, pulling away only to drop his head into the juncture of her neck, pushing the collar of his flannel away with his nose before taking the thin skin between his teeth.

“Yoongs, we-we’re in-Jin is—“ she stuttered, eyes fluttering shut as he sucked on the skin, “Fuck,” she sighed, tightening her arms around him, tightening her grip on his hair.

He mumbled something incoherent, releasing the skin with a pop before pressing a soft kiss on the irritated skin, “‘M sorry, should’ve asked first,” he mumbled, pulling back from her embrace.

“It’s okay, Yoongi,” she smiled dreamily, “Just wanna take it slow.”

“I can do slow,” he agreed, taking her face into his hands as he stared into her eyes. She could have spent the rest of the night staring into his cat-like eyes, the warm brown reminding her of the rich amber liquid that had been swirling in his glass all night, “Just lemme kiss you one more time. Gotta make sure of something.”

She nodded softly, her eyes falling closed as he pressed forward, and for a second she was nervous that the second kiss would feel different, somehow lacking compared to the first. But when he slotted his lips over hers again in a slow, languid kiss, her fears fell away like the leaves of a cherry blossom in early spring.

“Just as I thought,” he sighed, pulling away with a dazed smile, “It gets better every time.”

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#min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #min yoongi fluff #yoongi fluff #bts fluff #bts college au #suga fic #yoongi fic #suga fluff #suga x reader #yoongi college au #min yoongi college au

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magefeathered · 5 days

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My full video of the Tampa Ritual \o/ Yes, I'm insane for recording the whole thing, but also I couldn't really see through the head of the guy in front of me so I'm glad I held my phone over my head for an hour and a half. Audio quality is better than the video quality as I was quite zoomed in, but it sure is the whole show.

Show highlights, in my opinion:

it's very silly, but Vessel, iii, and iv all standing with their backs to the crowd at the end of TNDNBTG was just very cool, to me. cool guys don't look back at the explosions etc etc

also silly, but watching Adam run around stage taking pictures was fun

just. the way the crowd screams when iii and iv (but especially iii) come out onto the stage, and every time they come back out. iii sure is the master of crowd control and the crowd adores him for it

Vessel's barking during The Offering, because me too bestie it's a fun verbal stim (also all I can think of is the Letterkenny bit about DMX barking)

Vessel's screams in general, I'm not typically a fan of harsh vocals but he sounds soooo fucking good live

ii raising/holding out his arms, gesturing at the audience, making what looked like prayer hands, etc. I've seen videos of him doing that but never realized how much he did it, he's so interactive back there and I feel like a lot of the time he isn't paid attention to and/or can't be seen behind the kit

I feel like iv was doing a lot of spinning!! again it might just be bc people usually seem to focus their videoing on Vessel and iii but I wasn't expecting iv to spin as much as he did, and it was fun to watch!

iv was also hanging out on the little stand the keyboard was on for a lot of the time, it was very cute when him and Vessel were playing together up there

Atlantic. Jesus Christ. I was tearing up not only from the song but from the amount of blue lights in the audience, which the video does NOT do justice (I realize in hindsight, it's because I was so zoomed in, I wasn't capturing the full view of the stands)

watching the Espera grooving, especially during the beginning of Hypnosis and the breakdown in The Summoning, they looked like they were loving it as much as the crowd was

The beginning of Alkaline, good god. The camera drifts because I was so entranced by Vessel's stage presence that I wasn't looking at my phone for a while. The way he pulls the mic away from his face and kinda hisses on the end of desire.... I am unwell. I can't tell if you can actually see his fucking grin in this video or if it's just the lights on his face, but if you haven't seen the closeup vid someone else posted of this moment, please track it down. I've been compromised.

Missing Limbs. Fuck. I was crying. Everyone was crying. The way he sings the "without you lying next to me" and "like I've got missing limbs" broke my fucking heart. I adore this man. (bonus: you can hear me saying hell yeah at the beginning bc my bestie @/vacationbiblestudy came back from the merch booth with a shirt for me! he's the one that says "it's pretty" lol)

I'm not gonna lie, I kinda rolled my eyes at the INSANELY noticeable increase in crowd response at the beginning of Chokehold, and then again at the beginning of every TMBTE song, but honestly? The TMBTE portion of the show was genuinely my favorite. All of the songs went so fucking hard. Vessel's voice just got better and better as the show went on, idk how the hell he does it. He started the show amazing and ended the show phenomenal. Witchcraft.

The Summoning. Everything about the Summoning. It wasn't my favorite when I first heard it, but it grew on me, and god it fucks SO severely live. It's incredible. Vessel's voice, his screaming, the Espera dancing, Vessel squatting down to examine iii's playing (and the way he stands up stock straight afterward?? lmao), the DRUM SOLO!!!! and the way everyone waits for Vessel to do the damn Will Smith pose by ii and just screams for him on command, the way Vessel carried the "bad" in "make a good girl bad" god damn, everything.

iii got a mosh pit during Granite, maybe one day he'll get a real wall of death, but at least he got something lmao

the rain sound effects during Rain are really amped up live, and combined with the lights it's just so atmospheric and beautiful

Ascensionism live ALSO fucks severely. I'm surprised the camera wasn't a lot more shaky with how much I was straight up throwing ass. And the lights looking like stars against the ceiling of the stadium was so pretty, even though it didn't translate well in video. And I know I already mentioned ii's hand motions, but especially during Ascensionism, from "my redemption, eternal ascension" until the drums kick back in, ii was FEELING IT back there and I was having so much fun watching him

The bucket hat situation during TMBTE lmao I need to get a clip of just that bit and post it separately. Someone threw the hat on iii's side of the stage while the lights were down and iii was over on iv's side of the stage, and when iii came back he just picked the hat up and immediately put it on. He wore it for a while, then put it on Vessel, who also wore it for a while before just. throwing it on the fucking ground LMAO and then he proceeded to, essentially, dance around it until the song ended and a crew member threw it back out into the crowd

EUCLID!!!!!!!! GOD. GOD. I was getting teary eyed and then the way Vessel sang "do you remember me" just broke the dam and had me sobbing. iii getting the crowd clapping and then stopping them because they weren't on rhythm, and making them start again, iii wearing Sleep Token Mickey ears???? THE NIGHT BELONGS TO YOU!!!! and Vessel literally on his fucking knees for the whole end of the song 😭😭😭😭 and again, Adam in the bg taking pictures (god I hope they get posted at some point)

THIS GOT A LOT LONGER THAN EXPECTED............... THE WHOLE SHOW WAS A HIGHLIGHT. The fact that you can't hear me singing along, or screaming, is a highlight, because I absolutely fucking was. The whole show was fucking incredible, 100000/10, would recommend until I'm blue in the face, worth every goddamn penny I spent and ounce of financial stress the trip put me in. I will never fucking forget it. Especially since I have video evidence lmao

#sleep token #teeth of god tour #videos #i'm emotionally compromised!#I was handing out bracelets on the way out of the show so if you got a bracelet with black/white/red/gold glitter beads then hi!#i got one bracelet one keychain and $5 in return lmao but giving them out was so much fun it was worth all the time I spent on them #especially the person who said they never get offered things. if you're out there. i love you. i wanted to hug you.#i also never get offered things and that was why i wanted to make things and give them out #yeah I was kinda hoping to trade more and get more keepsakes but!!#the amount of people who sounded so disappointed when they said they didn't have anything to trade and then got so excited #when i said they could still have one?? honestly better memories than any keepsake #if i gave you a bracelet i love you and hope you got home safe and if i didn't get to give you one i hope i get the chance again one day!#Youtube

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