#(he's objectively handsome i mean i'm not attracted to him he's just pretty)

[reidbae]

DAY 12: In For It — glove kink w/ semi-dom!spencer reid

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

summary: When an unexpected coworker causes you to develop a kink for gloves, you find yourself needing to take care of your dying urge as soon as possible. What you don't know, is that the same coworker finding you in the act will prove to be more pleasurable than you realize.

pairing: semi-dom!spencer reid x sub!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: mentions of blood/crime scene, implied age gap, use of y/n and sweet girl, obv glove kink and mention of latex, no lube is used which is prob unrealistic but ignore it, fingering, choking, vaginal sex, breeding kink, unprotected piv sex (no, no, and no), fondling and ass grabbing, lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 3.2k

a/n: sooo this was supposed to be semi-dom spencer but the sub in me failed miserably :,) and yes this is day 12 on day 15 shush i'm inconsistent

tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1

You were kneeling near the floor of the crime scene that you were at, with Spencer and Derek above you, discussing the scene around you.

You were on a case in a small town in Vermont regarding an unsub who was leaving very bloody scenes behind him. Needless to say, you and the team were getting your hands dirty.

Well, not literally.

Your gloved hand was pointing at what looked like scratch marks on the floor of the living room you were in, which you assumed to be signs of a struggle. You voiced this to the two men.

Derek, who was hovering over you, nodded his head in agreement with your idea. "Yeah, looks like it. This victim must've really given the unsub a hard time, then."

"Yeah, and he wasn't happy about that," you said pretty obviously, because it didn't really take a profiler to see that. "Hey, Spence, what do you...

...Think."

You cut yourself off as you looked up at your other coworker, Spencer Reid, who was pulling the same gloves you had on onto his own veiny hands. It took all of a few seconds for him to turn to you, raising an eyebrow at you.

Spencer was older than you, and you had always found him attractive. Who couldn't, really? Tall, handsome, brunette FBI profiler, and a nice personality to add to it.

He was flawless.

But you had never crossed that humongous line between being friends and being more. While it was nice to think about, you didn't think he could see you in that way, and you preferred to remain friends anyway for the sake of your relationship.

Which is what made the blood that rushed to your cheeks, and the feeling that ran down to your cunt, all the more confusing.

"What were you saying, Y/N?" asked Spencer as he tilted his head, looking down at you.

It didn't help that from where you were looking, you were almost at eye level with his belt.

Fuck.

"Oh, um, I was just wondering what you...Think? A- About the case? I mean, like, do you think there was a struggle?" you could barely stutter out, shaking your head at yourself. Spencer kneeled down next to you, examining the same marks you'd been looking at with his hands.

You watched as his gloves hands traced circles over the hard wood floor, then moved to nearby blood splotches on the ground.

You had never wanted so badly to be an inanimate object.

Spencer gave you a brief synopsis of what he believed. From what you could gather, he agreed with you and Derek, but you were struggling to listen to him as your eyes remained where they were.

You weren't sure how or when this newfound thing for gloves had developed, but it was driving you crazy. You had to clear your throat to snap yourself back into reality, getting up from the ground.

"We should get back to the station. I want to see if they got anything out of the fingerprint we found," said Derek, to which Spencer nodded in agreement.

When you didn't answer, eyes too fixated on Spencer's hands as the gloves came off of them, the genius spoke up. "Hey, Y/N, are you okay?" he asked in a worried voice.

The sound of your name on his lips tugged you back down to earth, and you looked up. "Huh? Wha—Yeah, I'm good. Let's go," you said nervously.

Spencer, still concerned, put a hand on the small of your back as you all walked out of the house you were in. Spencer had always been very protective of you, and you weren't quite sure why, but you liked to assume that it was because he was older than you, and felt the need to do so.

What you did know, though, was that it was not helping at all.

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You all but leaped out of the car when the three of you got back to the police station, muttering some nonsense about paperwork and overtime as an excuse to Spencer and Derek.

When you finally got to the bathroom that you'd been longing to go to since earlier, you closed the door quickly behind you and gave a long, slow sigh.

Because the town you were in was so small, the station wasn't really the most up to date. The bathroom was tiny, leaving little to no space to walk around. Plus, it was unisex, and there was only one of them. It was probably hell on earth for the police officers who worked here on a daily basis.

But that was the least of your worries.

You leaned your hands on the sink of the bathroom and tried to slow yourself down, trying so hard to ignore the growing wetness between your legs as you closed your eyes.

And all for what? Spencer Reid's gloves? The one you'd seen him touch blood with so many times? The one you’d seen him touch blood with today?

Really?

But, God, you just couldn't deny it.

A flushed, rosy face looked back at you in the mirror, with you looking as if you had just seen a ghost. Your chest was heaving up and down at a rapid pace, your hair messy over your forehead.

There was only so much of this you could take.

It was a dumb idea. A terrible, terrible idea. But you figured, if you worked this sudden want for your coworker out now, you wouldn't have to stare it in the face ever again.

You shook your head for what you were about to do, but took a seat on the low counter, your back pressing onto the mirror behind you. Slowly, you undid your own belt, then yanked your work slacks down and out of the way.

You had to take a few seconds to really think about this before you went through with it. Could you really do this in a police station, the one coworker you'd always seen as no more than a friend on your mind?

Fuck.

Yeah, you could.

You closed your eyes and followed through, moving your hand down to your clit and rubbing yourself in slow circles at first. You began to think about Spencer and the way his blue gloves had fit so nicely on his hands earlier. God, it felt ridiculous just thinking about it.

But it was true.

A knock sounded on the door when you were just about to stick a finger inside of yourself, but the sound was so muffled, you couldn't quite process that you were being called.

"Y/N? Y/N, are you okay?"

You couldn't hear a thing over the sound of your own whines, way too far gone now to think about much else.

"I'm coming in there."

...

Now, you heard it.

You were too late in jolting your hand away from your body before Spencer's tall figure stood in the doorway, a concerned look over his face, that soon turned to one of surprise.

The view he was met with was one of your hand quickly moving away from your cunt, your undone belt and open slacks enough for anyone, let alone a genius, to figure out what the hell you'd just been doing.

While he hadn't gotten you in the act, the scene that was laid out in front of him was very much enough.

The door was already closed for the most part when Spencer walked in, and he shut it all the way so no one could see the two of you. His cheeks were red as his eyes roamed over your body, the man at a clear loss for words.

"Spencer, I—" you said with a face as hot as his, your eyes wide with fear. "I'm sorry—I was just—It's not what it looks like," you said dumbly, shaking your head at yourself.

"A- Are you sure, Y/N? Because, from where I am, what you were just doing is quite obvious," Spencer told you, crossing his arms as he did, like he was reprimanding a little kid. You sighed.

"I just needed to—Work it out before we got started with the case again. I'm sorry. I- I know it's unprofessional, and—" you began.

But he cut you off.

"It's fine, Y/N. You have needs," Spencer shrugged, like this was something people saw on a daily basis. "I was just a little, um—Surprised."

You let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding and nodded, the heat never leaving your face. Spencer took a step closer to you, looking at you curiously.

"I have to ask, though," Spencer chuckled, looking you up and down. You nearly missed it when he did, too bewildered by the fact that he could laugh at what was happening. "Why the sudden urge?"

You tilted your head, looking away from him and then back again, unsure of what to say. When you didn't answer, Spencer went on.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I'm just curious," Spencer said.

You took a very long pause before opening your mouth to speak again, cursing yourself for the words that were about to leave it. "Uh, well—I just—It's kind of dumb, and it's going to sound really weird, b- but, um," you were stuttering as you played with your hair, sighing. "Yourgloves."

Your words came out so jumbled that Spencer raised an eyebrow at you, giving you a confused look. You weren't sure if he hadn't heard you, or if he had, and he was just weirded out. "What did you say?" Spencer asked.

Turns out, it was the former.

"Y- Your gloves," you told him more clearly, looking away from him. "I don't know. I saw you with them earlier at the crime scene, and—Well, I know we're just friends and stuff but—God, I just don't know," you said in annoyance of yourself. Even you had no idea where this sudden need was really coming from.

"I don't know," you said again. "I just like the way they look on your hands, okay?"

Spencer took a second to think and consider your words. Then, instead of walking out of the room, or giving you a look, or calling you a mean name, Spencer just laughed again. He laughed. At you.

He seriously found this funny?

Spencer reached into the pocket of his work slacks, and pulled out the very thing that had caused you to be so worked up in the first place. The pair of blue gloves that he now had in his hand couldn't be the same pair he had used earlier, because these ones weren't covered in blood.

"These, Y/N? This is what's got you so worked up?" Spencer asked in a nearly teasing voice, smirking at you as he walked even closer to you. You furrowed your brow.

"Maybe," you said, a bratty tone behind your voice. You refused to look at him, turning your face away from him. But out of the corner of your eye, you could see Spencer putting the gloves onto his hands.

You knew you were in for it now.

Spencer tilted your chin up to meet his eyes, bottom lip in his teeth as his eyes moved down to your lips. "Most kinks are easy to develop, in case you didn't know. They usually develop when a specific stimulus is paired with sexual notions or behavior."

"Meaning, for one, that you don't need to be so shy about this. And, two, I don't have to understand it fully to please you. So," he said in a low voice, leaning in, so that your faces were mere inches away from each other. "Tell me where you want my hands, Y/N."

You were way too dumbfounded to process all of what he was saying to you. Your breath was heavy, and before you even knew it, you moved one of his gloved hands to your neck, and the other to the hem of your slacks.

Spencer nodded, and, without even a word more, pressed his lips to yours. Before touching you, he grabbed you by the ass and pulled him in closer to you, so that he was standing in the middle of your legs.

Your tongues were all over each other in your kiss as Spencer began squeezing your neck, clearly attempting to gauge how hard you wanted him to go. His gentle hold was cute: But you needed more.

You pulled away from him for just a second to whisper, "Harder. Please," in the neediest voice you had ever put on. Spencer chuckled at you again, obliging as soon as you had asked, and roughened his hold on your neck.

Now, you were happy.

If it weren't for the fact that you were already soaking wet, the latex of the glove may not have felt good, or even let Spencer's finger slip past your throbbing cunt at all. But you were happily surprised to find that his finger went inside of you with ease, causing you to moan out.

"Shhh, sweet girl, none of that," said Spencer in a teasing tone of voice, moving his hand from your neck to cover your mouth. "We wouldn't want anyone else to hear us, would we?" he asked.

You shook your head, cheeks flushed with heat, and that was enough for Spencer. His gloved hand closed around your neck again while he pumped his finger in and out of you at a quick pace.

While having a glove kink was more like a fantasy before all of this, you couldn't believe how good it really made you feel. The rough latex on your cunt provided you with a sort of friction that you had never been able to get when touching yourself in the past, and it was beyond what you were looking for.

"Is this what you wanted?" Spencer asked in a caring voice, bringing his hand to cup your cheek as he fingered you all at once. "Or is there something else I can do for you?"

"A- Ah, Spencer," you moaned out, feeling dizzy with bliss as you answered him. "Please, I just—I think I'm going to need a little more than your fingers," you whined.

Spencer didn't waste a second more and picked you up, holding you gently in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his torso for a beat, and quickly missed the feeling as soon as he put you down to your feet.

Spencer softly pushed your head down and bent you over the bathroom counter, so that you were looking directly at yourself in the mirror. You could hear the sound of Spencer's belt unbuckling from behind, and watched through the mirror as he allowed it to clatter to the ground.

"Spencer—" you said in surprise, mostly of how willing he seemed to do all of this for you.

Maybe you hadn't been the only one keeping your feelings pent up after all.

"What is it, Y/N?" Spencer asked. You were about to answer, when he then took his throbbing cock out from his boxers, giving you a front row view of how hard he was. You shook your head, mumbling to him to forget it.

Spencer pumped himself up and down a few times, and the view was goddamn mesmerizing as he groaned behind you, releasing drops of pre-cum onto your ass. You watched in anticipation, eyes looking at him with a hungry desire to feel him inside of you.

Spencer guided his tip to your aching cunt, then slowly pushed himself inside of you. Already knowing what your response to this would be, he covered your mouth, quickly stopping a moan from leaving your lips.

His other hand gripped your ass again as he moved into you at a pace that was somehow soft and rough at the same time. And then, when he was sure you would keep yourself quiet, he moved his hand back to your throat again.

"Does that feel good, sweet girl?" Spencer cooed, brushing your hair out of your face. You nodded in a little bit of embarrassment at the manner in which this scenario was unfolding.

"Y- Yes. You feel so good, Spencer. You're...So big," you admitted to him, shutting your eyes closed. Spencer's smirking reflection looked back at yours.

"I'm glad you think so," Spencer chuckled, hardening his grip on your bottom as he moved into you, now going at a slower pace. You whimpered at the sudden change of speed, causing Spencer to say, "What, Y/N? What is it?"

"I...Can you go faster? Please?" you croaked.

Spencer pressed a few kisses to the back of your neck and nodded, smirking. "As you wish," he obliged, quickening his pace once more.

"Look at you, sweet girl. All fucked out for me," Spencer whispered, moving you by your hair, so you could gaze at yourself in the mirror. "I'm going to have your legs shaking by the time I'm done with you," he rasped.

Like that wasn't already true.

Spencer pulled you towards him so that your back was flush against his front, and he took each of your tits into his gloved hands as he continued to fuck you. His thumbs ran circles over your hardened nipples as he fondled you, causing a series of broken, whiny moans to leave your lips.

At this point, neither of you gave much of a damn about who heard you.

Spencer could feel your cunt tensing around him, and he knew then and there that you were close. One of his hands roamed down your body, over your chest and stomach, before finding your aching clit and rubbing it the same way he had your nipples.

Once again, that feeling of the latex drove you wild. You felt your climax bubbling up inside of you, threatening to spill over at any given second. "Spencer, please, fuck, I'm so close, I'm so close," you muttered over and over again, biting down on your lip.

"I know, sweet girl, I know," Spencer cooed, pressing rough kisses to your neck. "Are you going to let me fill you up, Y/N?" Spencer asked, looking into your eyes now.

How could you do anything but nod?

"Y- Yes, Spencer. Please do. I want to feel all of you," you begged him.

"You will," he assured you, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm going to fill you up so good," he said. He then looked at you through the mirror, so he could watch you come undone. He finally moaned, "Come on, sweet girl. Come for me."

You didn't need much more than that.

You let yourself go, forced to look at Spencer through the mirror as he held your face in place. Your names left each other's mouths, each in a moan, causing Spencer to cover your mouth as you cried out in pleasure.

Spencer pressed butterfly kisses to your neck as you came down from your high, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you came back down to earth. Holding you like you were the most fragile thing on the earth, he then kissed you on the mouth, soft and slowly so.

Spencer chuckled, and you turned your head to look at him, a small smile on your lips. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," the genius laughed, nuzzling his nose with yours. "Just thinking..."

"...Maybe I should wear those gloves more often."

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[chronicowboy]

accidents happen (but i will love you on purpose) | 4.4k

They're in the baking aisle when Christopher brings it up.

"Am I just supposed to pretend I didn't see that earlier? Without a bribe?" he deadpans, eyebrows raised expectantly. Its such an Eddie look that Buck can't help but grin down at the price tags on the shelves.

"Pretend you didn't see what?" he asks as he compares the prices of self-raising flour.

"Buck." Chris sighs, long-suffering. Another Eddie-ism that Buck wants to bottle to give to Eddie on his worst days.

"Kid, I'm gonna need more than that." Buck grabs the bigger bag and drops it into the cart before turning to give Chris his full attention.

"I saw you kiss dad." Chris rolls his eyes. "You did it right in front of me."

"What?" Buck blinks. Of all the things he'd been expecting, well, let's just say that hadn't made the list.

He glances down at his list, tries to decipher Eddie's handwriting at the bottom of the page and promptly rolls his eyes at the unnecessarily expensive snacks he added there, gets a little chastened when he sees his own favourite brand of chips that he never allows himself to buy in Eddie's chicken scratch.

"Buck, you can't gaslight me," he scoffs, rolls his eyes harder. "I saw you French my dad."

"Where are you learning these words?" Buck blurts out, unwilling to face up to what his heart already seems to know as it pounds against his sternum.

"Mason." Chris shrugs. "He made a Tumblr account."

"He's eleven!" Buck squeaks, shooting an apologetic look at the single mother who flinches at the sound. "I'm telling his mom."

"No, Buck!" Chris groans, turns his puppy eyes up at Buck. "Pretend you didn't hear that, and I'll pretend I didn't see you French dad."

"I did not French your dad!" The words come out louder than expected, and Buck grimaces as the woman's baby starts to sniffle. She shoots him a dirty look, and he can only mouth a red-cheeked apology. "I did not French your dad," Buck hisses at Chris.

He'd know. Right? Like that's something Buck would know he did. Or, at least, he thinks so. Doesn't see how he could ever miss something like that. He's pretty certain he'd know if he'd kissed his best friend. This is probably just some evil mastermind plot to get something out of Buck. For all he knows, Eddie is probably in on it. A joint effort to turn Buck away from all the mushrooms he's been sneaking into their meals lately.

Yeah, that has to be it.

There's no way he kissed Eddie Diaz. Of all people! His very straight, totally platonic best friend. Buck doesn't even want to kiss him. Like, sure, he's objectively gorgeous. Handsome in his dumb dad Henleys, downright hot in his navy blue uniform, adorable in his cut-off sweats with that grumpy morning frog face of his. But a blind man could see how attractive Eddie is. That doesn't mean Buck wants to kiss him.

"I didn't French your dad," Buck repeats, just for certainty's sake, before heading towards the cocoa powder.

(OR: buck kisses eddie, goes grocery shopping with christopher, then realises he's in love with eddie - in that order)

#sami rambles #some fluffy balm to soothe the angst of the past few days #this is such a silly concept that came to me in the middle of a lecture but it fun so. #911 show #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x eddie #christopher diaz #911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buck x eddie fic #buckley diaz family fic #buckley diaz family

[sukibenders]

TBOSAS movie is proving time and time again that as long the character is a handsome white man, he can get away with anything or be babified of any wrongdoing. Like the number of people that I've seen go out of their way to try and justify Snow's actions, not even just young Snow anymore at this point but he's largely where this happens, using the term "he was just misunderstood" and acting as if his trauma was an excuse is mind-blowing. Did he go through traumatic stuff? Yes, but acting as if that excuses many of his actions, specifically for young Snow because there's no way in hell that mindset will work even a fraction with his older self (but people still try), is false and a mindset that needs to be stopped. Like I can't help but think about the way he views the people of the districts already in TBOSAS, seeing them and anything about them as animals rather than people, and how that mindset even falls on to the Covey and Lucy Gray herself. When reading some of their scenes together he comes off so passive aggressive when she talks about her plight, but it's largely because he treats her like an object---no, a PRIZE to be won and owned (thinking back to how, before they were even together romantically and where she didn't owe him shit, he still saw her as "his girl" and would get obsessive over the fact that others gravitated to her in a way he didn't like).

I'm not saying that it's wrong to find the bad guy attractive, it's not and Snow is very handsome, I will admit that. But just because he got a face card doesn't mean that should be basis for justifying every horrendous act he's done. And also, he's eighteen years old, why are people acting like he doesn't know his right from his left? He knows exactly what he's doing, from the books where his thoughts are literally laid out for us, to the movie itself. Though not as clear cut sometimes as the books, there are plenty scenes that let you know who he is (I think back to that classroom scene where Gaul is asking them questions, and Sejanus rightfully calls them out on their bs, but Snow uses his outrage and turns it into a way to make the Games better, completely going against Sejanus' original point).

What's even more sinister is some in the fandom going as far as to blame Lucy Gray for all of Snow's problems by saying "oh, but if she had just heard him out then maybe he wouldn't have been so heartbroken", as if she should had further risked her life and wellbeing to adhere to this man's needs when he was out to harm her or the fact that him having his heartbroken is justification for everything else he did before and after. There are many other examples of this, but it set a precedent for a very glaring problem in fandom spaces where the female character, especially if they are woc, is always to blame for the male, usually white, character's bad actions and that if they just listened to them and heard them out then so on and so on. Reminds me very much of the treatment of Alina in both show and books fandom spaces and babifying of the Darkling's actions by putting all the blame on her (never mind the fact that he's the cause for so much of her trauma, he's pretty after all *this was sarcasm*).

It's been a minute since I've seen the movie, so my example may be a little fuzzy, but my point still stands. You can like these characters and find them attractive, that's fine and normal. But where problems arise is when you try to paint over their bad acts because you thirst after them and/or proceed to place blame on the female characters, especially if they are woc, as a scapegoat.

#the hunger games #tbosas #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #alina starkov #the darkling #anti coriolanus snow #thinking back to woc characters being blamed for yte male characters actions another eg. would be kiara from obx #i still remember people saying she was wrong for pushing rafe off the boat and leaving him that she should have heard him out #even tho he was responsible for so much pain towards her and her friends (some of which seemed racial motivated but that's for another time) #snow fans darkling fans or just anyone who can't interact with this post with a level head dni #lucy gray did nothing wrong! leave my girl alone! #she saw them red flags and dipped #and we love that for her

[shibaraki]

"Which one of us?"

You hum offhandedly, tilting your head toward him in question, watching the ice in your liquor clink. The bar is quieter now, low lit with orange hues adding a sense of intimacy that made you want to whisper despite the music playing. Suna is at your left, one arm strewn along the back of the seat while he idly plays on his phone, waiting for the next round of drinks. To the left of him is Osamu, elbow propped atop the table with his body turned inwards to keep himself engaged in the conversation, nursing a glass against his chest.

And across the booth, upper half leant forward to give you his undivided attention, is Atsumu. He's a little pink, undoubtedly tipsy, with lips slightly downturned in a lazy frown. "Between me and 'Samu, who's the better lookin' one?"

Suna snorts, an abrupt sound that he covers with the back of his hand, while Osamu simply gives an amused shake of his head and continues to sip on his bourbon. Clearly, neither one are going to help you here.

"What kinda question is that?"

"An easy one," he sniffs, turning up his nose as he sinks back into his seat, "I wanna know. Promise ya, no hard feelings".

At that, Osamu does laugh, finding himself on the sharp end of an inebriated glare. Atsumu was anything but intimidating when he was drunk. He could be quite the smooth talker, more playful — but he would also regress into childish tactics that you thought he'd grown out of and usually acted as if he would die without your attention. Not that you minded. Most of the time it was endearing.

"Well. If you're seriously asking..." he visibly brightens, nodding so quickly that his side swept hair falls loose over his eyes.

"Objectively, you're both pretty attractive. But just 'cause you're twins doesn't mean you're the same. You have... different flavours?"

Behind you, Suna crooks his arm and his hand falls heavy on the crown of your head, patting your hair in solidarity. Atsumu's mouth twists at the sight. "Different flavours," he repeats flatly.

"Neither one of you is better looking, from a neutral standpoint! It depends on what the other person is lookin' for," you can hear the slight whine in your voice, flustered at having to explain yourself. At having to answer this question at all. There's warmth in your belly, the alcohol steady in your system, and it's likely the only reason why you're entertaining this at all.

"M'not askin' about a neutral standpoint, I'm asking about yours!"

"'Tsumu, don't start. Ya gonna make yourself look like loser," Osamu interjects, though not unkindly. His smirk is soft, half lidded eyes fond as he speaks to his brother. Nostalgia, you realise. At first glance, he appears to be remembering something funny.

Rather than snap back, Atsumu slumps forward onto his forearms and rolls the tips of his fingers over the wooden surface, bloating his cheeks with air before releasing it in a sigh. Before he can say anything, a waitress approaches with another tray of drinks and greets your group cheerfully, incognisant of the tension.

The boys murmur their thanks to her. You're grateful to have another cold glass between your hands, turning it as you feel along the ridges and engravings. The fiddling does nothing to stop yourself from rambling as soon as she leaves.

"I just meant that you two are completely separate people, so you'll attract different things, y'know?" damp with condensation, you trace your finger around the rim of your cup, unsettled by Atsumu's piercing stare. He was disturbingly perceptive when he wanted to be, and you were doing everything you could to dance around your feelings.

"Like, 'Samu appears quite laidback and settled. Dependable. He's handsome, and he has his own business. People will probably find his stability attractive," — you ignore as Atsumu grumbles into his cocktail under his breath, why don't'cha marry him then — "you're different. A gorgeous, well travelled Olympic athlete. More than that, you're passionate, fun and incredibly loving. There'll be lots of others who prefer that kind of excitement".

You realise, in the silence that follows, that you may have said a little too much. Shrinking somewhat into yourself, feeling the heat of Suna's arm by your neck, you attempt to sip your drink nonchalantly. "It... it's the connection that you have with someone that makes them more attractive, I think. Yeah. That's— I'll shut up now," you grimace and the alcohol stings in the back of your throat.

A few moments pass, and then: "y'think I'm gorgeous?"

The tension dissipates, and you laugh alongside the others with your chin tucked to your sternum, warm from each cheek to the shell of your ears. Peering up at him, you see that Atsumu is practically beaming. "Idiot," you mumble affectionately.

His enthusiasm softens into something more contemplative. "I want you to think I'm dependable too though," he says, holding your gaze as if to stress the meaning behind his words. Giddiness stirs in your chest.

"Good luck with that," Suna chimes in with a gentle nudge, "this guy rang me cryin' just yesterday cause he broke his washing machine".

"Fuck you Rintarou!"

The atmosphere is light-hearted, jovial. It might be the most fun you'd had in weeks. Laughing together over drinks and reaching for unspoken possibilities, you think that's just fine.

You could be just as dependable, if he needed.

#m.atsumu #tw alcohol

[lestappenforever]

Re: Max fell first but Charles fell harder.

yk charles knows exactly what he does to max. he knows exactly how to look at him to calm him down. he has always known but he’s a little shit princess who will chase after no one because he should be adored and pampered and peppered with kisses. and when he gives max that dimply smile or blinks winks at him, max can’t help himself. and max tries to be strong, he does. but it reaches a point where you have to stop trying if things don’t work out no?

Anyway that’s a conversation I had with someone a while back and it reminded me of the previous anon. Like do you recall when Seb asked Charles, “Is he pretty?” In reference to Max. Of course Seb didn’t know it was Max but Charles knew and his brain short circuited for a moment and he went “Oh pretty? I heard British and I was like that’s not a physical attribute” then he droned for a while then said “idk, I’m a man”

Unmm Charles, men can think other men are pretty/handsome/gorgeous etc without it being anything more than just that. It doesn’t mean that you are anything BUT straight. Someone save this man please. Lando? Daniel? Do something.

The first part of this ask is spot on, anon.

As for the infamous round of "Guess Who" with Seb: You are absolutely right, straight men can absolutely find other men objectively attractive without that meaning they're not straight. I'm dating a straight man, and he has no issue answering me honestly if I ask him if another man is objectively attractive. As he so eloquently put it one time when one of his mates were present and "teasingly" went 'I thought you were straight!':

"I am, but that doesn't mean I'm fucking blind, you idiot."

But you know who do have issues answering those types of questions, and turn into a spluttering, ranting mess? Men who absolutely do find said other man attractive but there's nothing objective about it, and it scares the fuck out of them.

I see you, Charles. I know what you are.

#Asks #Anon #Anon asks #Lestappen asks #Lestappen dynamics anons

[stormoflina]

Hello again! It's the same overly talkative anon from the last ask lol

I wanted to talk more about the social media thing, which it sounds like you have a lot to talk about too! I didn't follow Dom when he was at Leipzig but I'm going to go out on a limb and assume the spotlight and reaction to him on social media was not as big as it now but I know he's like the king of Hungary (in a good way) anyway I say that because when it comes to the prem the fans and media are a lot less forgiving and love to put players in a box.

For instance Dom is very handsome (as are a lot players in Liverpool) but he's gotten labeled as the pretty boy who cares more about his hair than he does about his performances which is silly because every player cares about their outward appearance that's why they get haircuts and tattoos and etc. It's kind of similar with people screaming from the rooftops that Trent can't defend if he makes one missed tackle.

Anyway I think if Dom was less attractive or less confident people would stop raging about him loving the camera, if anything it's just a reaction to how good he looks on camera. Personally I already know he has a nice face and I still get caught off guard when he pops up on the TV, bless the dinosaurs that made the fuel to bring his parents together 🤣

Hii! 🫶🏼

Apologies for the late answer! I started writing a whole ass novell to you, then lost internet connection and I lost everything. But maybe it's for the better, because I was borderline psychoanalysing people lol. 😭

I admit, I couldn't really stomach following RB Leipzig just for him lol, I only started paying more attention to them (well Domi, and they came with him) after Marco Rose became their manager - I really like that man - so, I don't know tbh how he was perceived by their fans or even in the media really. What's evident is that he was a favourite of the social media team, judging by their insta haha. In Hungary, it's very hit or miss. He is either perceived as basically the Chosen One from the Footy Gods, or very harshly, unfairly criticised hated on for everything. There are a surprising amount of miserable people who are hoping that he will flop hard as a rock in Liverpool, but then again, he is still much more beloved, especially ever since he became the captain. Our sports media, hmm, let's just say, very amateur, and because Dominik is our most successful player he gets his ass kissed ever since he signed for Liverpool. The thing is with that however, is that they try to frame it more like a Hungarian success story, rather than the success story of Dominik, if that makes sense. So it's not really about the persona of Dominik, but rather the Hungarian who did something that not many could in the last few decades. Or at least that's how I see it overall.

However, all this vain, egoistical gimmick is not something that has been present in his usual criticism until recently. I mean it makes sense, the media needs characters, easily noticeable one or two traits they can give to players to sell the stories and the narrative better, and let's be honest, Dominik is a very easy target for that. For one, yes, that he is objectively a handsome man, but what I think is even more important is the way he carries himself. I think he is not someone, who will 'bow down' if that makes sense, he has a strong personality, a strong trust and sense of himself and his abilities, and he is very honest about that. The media loves underdog stories, especially for people like Dominik, but it's very evident that he doesn't lean into that. Even in Hungary, he asked the journalists multiple times, to stop listening to all his achievements, calling him the nt's best player, trying to sell the story of the 'poor hungarian lad who somehow did the unthinkable'. He seemed pretty rejective towards these underdog PR questions they tried to do with him in the start, which honestly from a straight PR point turned out to be a mistake for him, for sure hahah. But I can respect the dedication to be true to his morals and character, rather than playing the well-crafted PR character.

This turned out into me, rumbling I'm so sorry. I truly can talk a lot. 😭😭 Please, don't be shy to do the same, I absolutely love reading all your options!! 💗

[pebblysand]

hi pal, how r ye? weird ask ik but thoughts on bisexual!harry?

hello! not weird at all - a very valid question.

that said, i always feel a bit odd when people ask me for opinions about characters/canon events though, because i feel like there's always this expectation that i have a Strong Headcanon about these things, which honestly i mostly don't. i'm pretty neutral on most characters - like: yes, i have my view of them, but if someone has a different view, i'm not going to fight them, you know? i tend to bow out of conversations every time people start drilling into metas and text interpretations, because i find that everyone just seems to have much stronger thoughts than me about most things. i think there's a million ways to interpret canon, and i don't think my way is the only valid interpretation. i really don't feel that strongly about anything 🤣.

that said, from a writing/fic perspective: i guess i feel... neutral about it? i've said this before but i'll say it again: i think really good writing can sell me anything. it could sell me harry as a pirate, harry as a serial killer, harry as a god, if it wanted to, so i don't have any strong objections to anything. i'll read slash fics or fics with harry being bisexual if they're well-written. i suppose the one ship i really don't see is tomharry/harrymort - that seems very far-fetched to me, but again, i think a really good fic could potentially even sell that to me, if the characterisation work was done well.

having said that, i personally wouldn't write bisexual!harry because personally, in my own view of the text, i just don't see it, so it would be hard for me to sell it to other people. i know a lot of people will point to him calling men "handsome" all the time and label that as "basically canon", and if that's your boat, then by all means float it, but i personally think this is just JKR being a straight woman and describing people the way she sees them. also, calling someone of the same sex "handsome" doesn't make you bisexual/gay - i find women pretty all the time, but i identify as (mostly) straight, so. i think if you put a gun to my head and asked me: is "bisexual!harry canon?" i would say "no," because JKR clearly meant him as straight, and interpreting the text any differently is reaching. I appreciate that a lot of people are very #deathoftheauthor with JKR, but i am not.

that said, if you asked me: is is canon-compliant? sure, you can make a lot of things canon-compliant if you want to. you just have to build more on top of canon. there is nothing in canon that says: harry will never be attracted to a man ever, and as such, you can for sure make bisexuality canon-compliant. you just have to work on it and sell it. and, if you want to tell me that's your canon, then fine, why not? it's your interpretation and it's just as valid as mine or JKR's.

i think the way i view these things is more like: how big of a writing hurdle is it to make me believe them? so, for instance, if you were to write a hinny fic, my tolerance for mediocre writing is higher, because i already believe in that relationship. if you were to write a dramione, harmony, drarry or harry/ron fic, your writing hurdle might be a little bit higher, but i do generally think all of these relationships are within the realm of possibilities, and therefore i'll buy it if it's decently written. if you were to write harrymort or snarry, i'm like: mate, that's a Hard Sell, but sure look it, if you think you can pull it off, be my guest.

that's as far as shipping harry with canon male characters goes, though. if we're talking in the abstract, could harry be with another man? i think ... yeah. like, why not? i genuinely don't believe anyone is 100% gay or straight, i think we all sort of float somewhere on that spectrum, so maybe he could potentially meet someone he likes. again, it's probably not what JKR intended, but you can make it canon-compliant. i think it's unlikely, because i think he's probably like 90% straight, but that 10% is open. there's just other canon characters who i think are more likely to be bisexual than he is.

i also think that it's important to acknowledge that it's understandable and important that people write harry as bisexual. like, i totally understand why someone would do that. it's representativity, and openness, etc. but i also don't think changing the canon sexual orientation of canon characters (as in: giving them a different sexual orientation than the one JKR intended) is the only way that can be achieved. HP obviously lacks representativity in that area (esp in light of today's standards) but i tend to focus my diversity writing on OCs, and that's just my way to do it.

additionally, if i want to do something with canon characters, i tend to focus on the sexual orientation of characters who are a bit secondary, whose head you're not in, and for whom, thus, sexual orientation is a bit more of an open question. i think you can easily do that with ginny (in fact one of my favourite fics i've read in recent years in ginny/luna) or with people like seamus or dean, who are in the background enough that you just don't know what they think/who they're attracted to.

but again, i'm a canon-compliant writer. i'm a canon-compliant reader. if you're writing this wild AU where you're totally disregarding the canon characters and settings and just writing whatever you please, then obviously that's a different question.

#asked and answered

[bidokja]

my honest opinion of kdj’s face is that he COULD be pretty under the censorship, if the reader prefers to think of him as such - but he could also NOT be pretty. because we’re the readers, so if a reader wants to think of him as such then who are we to say otherwise? who are we to say how others choose to interpret this character to their liking? it’s what readers like to do, oftentimes; kdj canonically took a few descriptors of yjh’s handsomeness and then expanded it the same way.

but what he does and doesn’t look like isn’t really the point in the novel itself, is the thing. the point is that kdj is loveable regardless of what features he has under there, regardless of whether his face follows a ‘conventional’ attractiveness as judged by societal standards, if it plainly blends into the background, and so on and so forth. it doesn’t matter either way. what matters is if you come to love him or not - and with that comes the meaning.

prettiness in itself is - pretty subjective, in the end? what someone will think is plain or ugly is easy on the eyes for someone else. i refer to the novel wicked upon which the musical was based on - glinda watched elphaba as she sat by the window on a stormy day, and suddenly realized that there WAS something beautiful in her after all.

this goes into extremely personal territory, but it does have relevance too (you can stop here if you’d like! personal boundaries and such, y’know); people like to say that age makes people ugly (but that they can still be loveable despite this), but after the death of one of my older relatives (may they rest in peace) i was looking at pictures of them and realized that’s a lie. the way their emotions shaped around her aged features were far and away the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.

any feature is beautiful once you’ve come to love them enough, is the thing. that’s the special part about the people you love. i guess it’s a huge part of why i honestly don’t mind at all when i see people saying they prefer kdj pretty or plain, because for me at least, prettiness is subjective. and how kdj may or may not look was actively taken out of the equation, so society’s standards of attractiveness doesn’t really matter for him specifically, either. or standards of anything. censorship must have really let him breathe easier after his identity got blasted on the news as a kid, huh?

let me know if i feel pushy at all throughout any of this? it’s a thought that’s been drilled into my head for a while now since i do see people who can be assholes about it, so i’m a bit worried some of that is seeping through. let me know what you think, otherwise!

I appreciate the ask! I really like discussing meta, so no worries you aren't a bother. As for a response, I agree with lots of this, and feel other parts are besides the point, and regardless feel some is like. Not redundant, per se, but basically just restating what I already said in my post about this. That isn't a bad thing! It just means we have similar views, and I didn't have room to really communicate all that in a post that was already long. Thankfully I'm not the one driving for the first leg of this 8 hour drive so I've got time to make another long post.

So firstly, I agree with the vast majority of this. As I said, the few features they describe him with are simply stereotypically attractive. They're subjectively attractive based on societal standards. As a Latino and chronically ill person, I'm intimately familiar with how arbitrary (and racist, and ageist, and misogynist, and ableist, etc, but thats a discussion for another time) beauty standards are. And I think it's important that that's acknowledged, which is why I called his descriptors simply stereotypically attractive rather than saying it as an objective fact.

Personally, I also still think that any focus on his actual appearance - by characters OR fans - is beside the point (which is something we can agree on!). I mainly made that post to express this viewpoint of mine, as an individual who's read ORV. Of course anyone's free to interpret him how they want, I'm not gonna act like I can stop that. But that also means I'm free to say I think his exact appearance is far far far less important than what his appearance represents. To me, the only quintessential part of his appearance is that he's some guy. That's what feels right to me, both thematically and as someone who loves Kim Dokja. I'm just as allowed to say that as someone is allowed to draw him "pretty" and I'm just as allowed to feel no personal connection with vastly different interpretations of his character as someone is allowed to say he's "ugly."

I'm not condemning any one viewpoint regardless of how much I agree with them, but that doesn't mean I've got to like them all. Same goes for anyone reading my interpretations! It's genuinely fine. We're all different and all take and give something different to this shared space (the I Love ORV space) we are in.

That being said, what I DO hope for is that people read my post and start questioning their own inherent biases about what consitutes "handsome" and "pretty" and "ugly" in their minds (cause I'm also not really on the side of people who call him ugly either). What features are you assigning to those labels? Is there a pattern at play here in the fandom at large? Is pretty always pale and is ugly always darker? Is handsome always fit and is ugly always unhealthy? I hope people ask themselves these things and come up with their own answers.

That's one of the most important subtleties of the post that I think I would've expanded on if I'd had more time.

#ask #mine #orv

[limeade-l3sbian]

hey so this might be kinda a weird ask, but i have a question.

I'm kind of confused about my sexuality, which I obviously know you can't just tell me what it is, but I thought maybe you'd have some sort of opinion that could help.

I have pretty much considered myself straight my whole life (even tho I've always been obviously attracted to women, I just thought that was normal for straight girls) so throughout my life I've had "crushes" on guys, like "oh he's cute" but never really caring beyond that, and my longest relationship with a guy was only about a month bc I just didn't like him anymore once we actually got together

anyway, (sorry if this is a little bit NSFW) but I literally only fantasize about having sex with girls, not guys. I think guys are "cute" "pretty" "attractive" etc. but I just get grossed out thinking abt having sex with a guy. Mens naked bodies have always just grossed me out, but never women's. I tried masturbating to the thought of having sex with a man a little bit ago, and it just made me uncomfortable. I've started wondering if this means I'm a lesbian, but I don't know since I still think guys are "attractive" but I would never want to interact with them sexually. I figured you might have some insight since you're a lesbian. Soo.. any advice? I guess? Or an opinion or something

(p.s. sorry if this is very wordy/not written out the best, I'm rushing + writing this on my phone)



Hey there, anon! 💜

Hmm 🤔. What were these light-hearted crushes on men like? You said they were "cute" but it never really went past that. Was there actual attraction, or a half-hearted attempt to pressure your acknowledgement of a conventionally attractive man to be something more? I know when I was still closeted, I would just pick a boy and be like, "Okay, I gave a crush on him" because of that heteronormativity to have a crush in school.

The boy you were with for a month. Were you actually together or did you both just sort of agree that "😐 we are together" and act no different than friends? What drew you to him in the first place? An honest attraction or a desire to conform? Did you kiss? Did you like it at all?

I think a lot of women associate lesbianism with a disgust for the entirety of the male form. That they cannot, in any respect, conceive why a man would be considered handsome. I have no physical or romantic attraction to Oscar Isaac, but objectively speaking, he's a handsome guy. I understand why osa women are drawn to him.

Sexual orientation centers who you are interested sexually and romantically. Most osa women are not repulsed by males. they might desire the body in a certain way (shaven, in shape, chubby, hairy, etc.) but at their core, they see something attractive about it. If the mere thought of interacting with a man repulses you then shit, you might be a lesbian lol.

#ask

[r-f-m-writes]

OMG I'm so excited you have a tumblr with asks!

I found you on Ao3 via pretty dead animals and I have been completely obsessed, I literaly scream every time you update XD

Its the best original work i've read in a year, the OW space on archive has been so dead lately its so good to see writing that isn't complete shit lol

You're super talented and i'm so looking forward to all your new works

back to what I came here to ask, do you have any fan casts for Linette and Logan? Like any actors who you would want to play them or models you think look like them ect

I love Linette so much i want to put a face to her!

Hi!

Thank you so much for your kind words. I am thrilled you have enjoyed Pretty, Dead Animals so much!

I can't speak to the state of the Original Work pool on Ao3 as I have only been using it for about a year and, prior to uploading my own works, had never been in any fandoms or had any reason to go on the site.

I have to confess I used to be a real "published books are the only real books" author snob.

The positive reception to PDA has been overwhelming, I am so grateful to everyone who has left Kudos and Comments and Bookmarked my work! It really means the world, so thank you from the bottom of my heart.

To answer your Ask about the appearances of Lin and Logan, I've attached some images to help you visualize the pair. Obviously these aren't exactly how I imagine them in my head, but they're close enough that I feel comfortable prescribing them to my readers, lets say as 'lookalikes'.

For Logan, I've chosen American actor David Corenswet. He's objectively very handsome, but there's something extremely off-putting about his face that makes me immediately uneasy, it's almost uncanny in it's effect.

Nothing against the guy, it really isn't his fault he has a face that looks like you asked an artist to draw Henry Cavill from (foggy) memory, lmafo.

In the case of Linette, I'm referencing an Australian model named Samantha Harris. She's beyond striking and has features that make me think of Mother Earth, like something that has lived for thousands of years and will go on living long after the end of existence. She's so perfect it almost makes her painful to look at, there isn't a single aspect of her face that doesn't catch your attention which is exactly the sort of appearance I visualized Linette to have.

There has to be a reason Logan sees her and instantly becomes obsessed. I personally can't subscribe to the "she was plain to the point of being lowkey-ugly but this super hot ripped dude was just SO into her" thing that some dark romance authors like to lean towards, it's just too unrealistic and always takes me out of the story.

Additionally, I felt like it was important that Linette be significantly more attractive than Logan (again, no offense David Corenswet) because there had to be a part of her that was objectively out of his reach otherwise his resorting to kidnapping her wouldn't make much sense; why not just go up and ask her out for coffee like a normal person? Logan had to feel some huge insecurity in order to take the course of action that he does, him being much less attractive than Linette seemed like a believable catalyst for me.

Please drop any more asks you have straight into my inbox, this is such a fun topic for me - I could talk about these two forever!

Thanks for your ask,

~P

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[roo-bastmoon]

Right, him complimenting Tae is odd because Jungkook isn't one to just go on and on about. So that struck me as odd, and because he would never - and I mean that - do the same with Jimin. Has he said jimin was cute, pretty, sexy, etc etc? yes, he has. He even put Jimin first in the looks ranking in 2019 -that video is one of my favorites because jimin is just so pleased- but, no one can convince me he would be talking about jimin's beauty for thirty seconds for no reason. He just wouldn't, he hasn't. In fact, everytime they talk about visuals he is always talking about taehyung and seokjin, never jimin. Every single time Jungkook is the one to say "they are the most handsome in the group" while Jimin will not hesitate one second to say it's jungkook, lmao. But it's the length of it that makes me stop and question what he wanted to achieve with that. And I realize I sound deranged rn, but I also feel like sharing all these feelings help us see things more clearly too. Right now all of his actions are clouded with how I feel about them. And yes, I do sound insane. But I just need to share with someone.

Let's be cray cray and have catharsis hashing it out together, nonie! :-)

So, I know that Tae is considered the paragon of beauty in some parts of the world (he's not to my personal taste but he IS objectively lovely and even more importantly, he has some very attractive qualities outside of his appearance--particularly the way he interacts with animals, children, etc., his great taste in music, how his unusual brain works, all his skill sets. Tae is a great guy, even if some of his fans are RABID ASSHOLES, and I'm totally fine with the other members raving about him. Doesn't diminish Jimin in any way to compliment his soulmate). So JK had a drink and waxed rhapsodic about Tae being handsome. What made me cringe about that was just knowing how certain folks were going to take that and run like hell. I know, you know, the kitchen counter knows, it was said in part to feed the cult (and probably in part b/c he just really thinks Tae is handsome). And so the more he does that--the more he plays Cinderella or sits on laps or holds stares in belabored silences--the more Jimin gets targeted by the rabid assholes. And he probably knows. But I guess it's just par for the course in their business. They probably can't make a single move without somebody somewhere having a problem and twisting it around. JK and Tae genuinely are close friends. Tae and Jimin genuinely are close friends. I feel there was a time when both Tae and JK had crushes on Jimin. For Jimin, it was always Jungkook. But lately, there's this weird distance. And it makes me question everything that's come before, ya know? Because whether I were in the closet or out and proud and *I* loved someone, I would not flirt with anyone else. I would not minimize our time together as just because my partner happens to be around. I wouldn't ignore his solo work or fail to notice his tattoo. But that's ME. That's how my brain and heart work. These are global rockstars with very big personalities and a very warped reality. We must accept that it's entirely possible Jeon Jungkook is a different person with Park Jimin than JK is with Jimin. In the end, I don't know anything. I KNOW AS MUCH AS JON SNOW, which is NOTHING. LOL. In my heart, I hope it's just that Jimin and JK are growing up, their relationship is maturing, what happens in front of cameras is work, and what happens privately is loving and supportive, especially during this uncertain period. That's my hope. All I have is hope right now.

[matt-w-blogging]

Remus: I always thought young, good-looking, nice teachers were made up for fiction plots

Roman: And...?

Remus: Then I met this one teacher at my school, and I don't know, there's something about him. Handsome, button-down, glasses, dark, kinda curly hair, tall and lean, did a flammability lab where we got to light shit on fire—

Logan, handsome, button-down, glasses, dark, kinda curly hair, tall and lean, loves to light shit on fire with Remus: *speechless*

Roman, when Remus leaves: He's... He's friendzoning you so hard... He's projecting his attraction to you on someone who's like you...

Logan: I have to go. I'm going to smash something with a bat.

#plot twist: remus made this up just so he can watch logan smash shit with a bat #inspired by the teacher at my school who is literally this description and reminds me of logan #(he's objectively handsome i mean i'm not attracted to him he's just pretty) #sander sides #sanders sides #thomas sanders #roman sanders #ts roman #logan sanders #ts logan #remus sanders #ts remus #ts remus sanders #ts roman sanders #ts logan sanders #ts intrulogical #intrulogical #ts remus x logan #ts logan x remus #ts incorrect quotes #remus x logan #logan x remus #incorrect quotes #incorrect ts quotes

[honeydazai]

Silk and Dagger

feat.: Silco / gn!reader

summary: When Silco decides to send you on a shopping trip as a Valentine's Day, he doesn't expect you to outright refuse. In the end, the only thing he gets to buy you is a knife, but your point has been proven — you prefer quality time with him over receiving gifts.

“So you're telling me you're taking me shopping? To Piltover?” 

Silco grimaced. “It sounds worse when you phrase it like that.” One of his hands moved up to massage his own temples. “I'll simply give you whatever money you might need and you'll go alone. It's the best solution.” 

“What? No—, I mean, I want you to come. I just didn't think Piltover of all places was somewhere you'd feel comfortable going.” 

“Well, how much of a choice do I have? I doubt there's many objects in Zaunian shops that'd catch your interest.” 

“Oh.” You frowned. Suddenly, his offer to take you to the topside for a shopping trip seemed rather sad. “Then let's just go shopping here.” 

Silco only raised an eyebrow in response. 

“No, I'm serious — I could get, like, a knife down here. A gun, maybe.” 

“A knife?” he echoed, unimpressed, and even though he wasn't trying to be infuriating, his seemingly indifferent attitude made you want to scream.

You huffed. “Come on. I don't care about what kind of gift I'm getting. It doesn't have to be anything fancy, I just want to spend time with you.” 

At those words, a small smile curled Silco's lips upwards. “Here I am, trying to make you a perfect gift for Valentine's Day and you tell me you don't want it for the sake of my company. How should that make me feel?” 

“Flattered, at best.” 

He chuckled. “Alright then. If you're sure about it, I wouldn't mind looking at one or two shops with you.”

It truly wasn't easy to suppress the rush of endorphins that coursed through you at those words. 

Given Silco's knowing smirk, you didn't succeed at all. 

The way to the shops didn't take much more than a few minutes, though you wouldn't have minded going on a longer walk with Silco. 

Many were spread around The Last Drop in hopes of attracting customers who had been planning on getting a drink and, despite the bright neon signs and eerie atmosphere, the sight reminded you of a market. 

A less wholesome one than the vegetable one in Piltover you had always enjoyed visiting, sure, but a market nonetheless. 

“I fear you'll end up getting disappointed, dear”, Silco commented as he watched you frown at some oddly shaped metal chunks one vendor was selling, your head cocked to the side as you tried to figure out what they were supposed to be. “Most things down here don't exist for the sake of being pretty.”

“Oh?” You raised your eyebrows, and, feeling cheeky, you smirked. “You must be an exception then.” 

And even though you turned around again to choose an object at random, you swore Silco's cheeks gained just the slightest bit of colour — like they always did when you called him 'pretty' or 'handsome', even though indirectly. 

“Look, Silco”, you eventually called, a smile on your face as you held a knife out to him in triumph, “I want this one.” 

Silco only scoffed, though in amusement.

“Pick whatever you like.” 

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[ladyartemesia]

Since I'm in love with your writings and your taste in reading too. I know that your favorite is Brother's best friend or Best friend's brother, I would like for you to recommend me some of them please ❤️❤️🙏

꧁Brother’s Best Friend꧂

Clandestine by @junghelioseok is fantastic. Jeon Jungkook is the best friend of the reader’s slightly younger brother. He’s sexy and charismatic and DEFINITELY knows what he wants. The growth of his (clandestine) connection with the reader is utterly delicious. This one made me laugh and swoon.

Guarded by @xjoonchildx is basically legendary in my book. The lady in this story is not only Hoseok’s best friend’s sister—she is also his BOSS’s sister and by boss I mean mafia. This is the first installment in Ana’s amazing Rap Line Mafia Universe and it delivers on every level. Hoseok is tasked with protecting the boss’s sister after she is being threatened by sinister forces unknown and sparks fly.

Plums and Melons by @winetae is THAT FIC. The fic I just daydream about sometimes. It’s a fic about two people caught hard in eachother’s gravity. It’s so sexy and cerebral and the main characters are so hot. Jimin is just a guy trying to live his life, but whatever is brewing between him and his best friend’s sister is driving him insane. He wants to be a good guy, but she just isn’t playing fair.

Are You Sure? by @cutechim is such a swoon-worthy and touching piece of wonderful. I tell you I was MOVED. This is beautiful and emotional and EXTREMELY satisfying. Taehyung’s best friend has a sister who he has always secretly adored. When she comes to him and asks for some intimate experience, he isn’t strong enough to say no—not when she’s everything he ever wanted.

Drivers License and Detour by @gyukult is sweet and tender and just a fantastic coming of age story. The reader has been in love with her brother’s best friend, Park Jimin, for almost all of her youth... but what is going on in his head?It’s a tender story that really warms the heart. AND I am happy there is more coming. I would read about these two all day. She published the second part and oh my gosh it’s so incredibly perfect I could scream. This was just such a beautiful journey every step of the way.

Milestone by @1kook is probably one of the first brother’s best friend BTS fics I read and it is amazing. I adore it so much. Because Jungkook is your brother’s best friend he is there for every milestone in your life. But you’ve both grown up now and neither of you are kids anymore. It’s hot. Like really hot. Dialogue and set up are so sharp and fast paced I really loved every second.

Young God by @njssi is scorching hot smut with complicated feelings and warm revelations. You think it’s going somewhere and then it goes somewhere else and honestly it is so awesome the whole time. Jungkook was always your brother’s sweet little friend, but he’s returned determined to show you that he is all grown up.

Tease by @caiuscassiuss floored me. I loved it so much! I spent the whole story just squealing happily about everything. This story has it all. It’s scorching hot. It’s enemies-to-lovers. It’s Taehyung. Jungkook’s sister and Kim Taehyung do not get along AT all—so she decides to bring him to his knees by making him desperate for her. It’s a wild and completely awesome ride.

Wasabi by @ironicarmy is a classic. Hobi is a bad boy that Namjoon vehemently refuses to let near his precious baby sister. But love is too strong a force and soon Hobi and the clever object of his desire decide that some things are worth fighting for. It’s a really sweet story of facing challenges and relying on the people you love. Warm and fuzzy feelings abound, but it’s also super hot.

Forbidden by @btssmutgalore is a masterwork blueprint for this trope. Hobi is a carefree player who falls brutally for Taehyung’s sister. They two of them eventually give in to a VERY steamy series of secret encounters and feelings get very involved. This is hot, suspenseful, and emotionally satisfying. Excellent characterizations as well.

Prohibido by @personasintro is an office AU with a twist. Namjoon is not only her brother’s best friend, he is also her boss and the two of them have incredible chemistry. Watching them pretend that they’re not insanely attracted to each other is so endearing and hot. Reader is convinced her feelings are one-sided. It’s lovely and fun. Definitely a slow burn, but worth it.

Strawberry Kisses by @kimnjss is a fic that I devoured in one sitting and then re-read again immediately. Jeon Jungkook is a player who matches with a girl on a dating app and has no idea she is the sister of his revered mentor and close friend, Min Yoongi. I laughed. I cried. I GASPED OUT LOUD a bunch. It was a whole thing. This is a hybrid social media/written AU and it’s pretty much perfect.

Tempestuous by @ppersonna is so special to me because it was written at the very beginning of my friendship with Lindy. She was looking for requests and I was quick to request my favorite trope. Lindy is bae now and this fic she wrote is marvelous. You are forced to spend the weekend in the same house with your sexy arch-rival Taehyung who just so happens to be your brother’s best friend. Naturally snarky hotness ensues.

Off Limits @floralseokjin is basically a famous entry when it comes to this trope. It’s a Jin fic and Miss Jordan writes EXQUISITE Jin characterizations. There is a hint of mistaken (or unknown) identity in this one which makes it even more fun. Sparks fly between you and a devilishly charming Kim Seokjin at a party. You don’t find out until later who he really is—and why he’s off limits.

And finally I’ll recommend my own Brother’s Best Friend fic All I Want for Christmas is You featuring a charming Taehyung who falls for Jimin’s sister. Jimin basically blackmails his best friend into escorting his sister to several holiday galas. Tae and Jimin’s sister have never gotten along, but they soon discover (through multiple pranks and mishaps) that love (and desire) are out of their control.

Not Your Fairytale by @yeojaa is incredibly sweet and tender. Erin really does emotion so well and her Yoongi characterization is honestly so nuanced and brilliant. This story is about a girl who had her heart broken and instead of canceling the cake tasting she scheduled with her philandering ex-fiancé, she wrangles the tsundere best friend of her brother to pretend to be him.

Brother’s Best Friend by @bts-hyperfixation is a short and sweet moment between two people who have been fighting their attraction for each other. It is so hot and delicious I tell you. You’re in trouble and the person you call is probably the person you shouldn’t—but you aren’t the only one willing to take a risk tonight.

Off Limits by @kaddiiction will break your heart and put it back together again. This one was recommended to me by a reader and I cannot thank them enough. It is fantastic. Jimin is a player but he crosses the line when he begins a liaison with his best friend’s sister. Still there is far more to this situation—and Jimin—than meets the eye.

꧁Best Friend’s Brother꧂

Orectic by @gimmesumsuga is one of my favorite fics of all time. It is a hybrid fic where the reader is a cat hybrid and Hoseok is the brother of her best friend who comes to stay with her while her bestie is away... It is so tender yet SO HOT. I’m telling you I cannot even keep count of how many times I have read it.

Theophany by @ilikemesometaetaes was a JOURNEY. It made me so emotional. Like the story centers around art a lot, but let me tell you, this fic IS art. Jimin is just the man of my whole dreams in this piece as the brother of a former best friend with an irresistible allure. It is a coming of age story with the most beautiful twist. AND THE LOVE SCENE—oh my gosh I screamed it was so good. This story is just so so good.

Run by @neonlights92 is Jungkook’s story in the mafia universe I am COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH. You don’t have to read the whole series to understand it (BUT YOU SHOULD). This is best friend’s brother meets arranged marriage and honestly it’s fantastic. Jungkook doesn’t do love and affection and being forced into an arranged marriage with his sister’s friend who has always had a crush on him is just a blow to his freedom... or is she? GAH! This story—like all the stories in this universe—is superb.

The Magic to Happiness by @readyplayerhobi is a best friend’s brother meets teachers AU meets Hogwarts AU. Now... all of those are top tier tropes so finding them together is like winning the lottery. Hobi was once just a skinny kid who had obvious heart eyes for you (his sister’s best friend) but now he’s tall and confident and really attractive. The magic of this story is evident in every word of the sweet relationship that blooms between these two.

Problem with You by @monvante is so sweet and kind of hilarious. I giggled so much! Jungkook is your best friend’s brother and he is kind of too perfect and too handsome and he’s always around and you hate him and he hates you... Right? When you cross paths with the infuriating Jeon Jungkook at your best friend’s wedding, you discover that you may have been wrong about a great many things.

Show Me Yours and I’ll Show You Mine by @ktheist is so so SO fabulous. I was obsessed with this (now complete) series from the very first installment. You and Tae are besties who have know each other since you were little kids, but lately Tae’s older brother Jin has been lookin mighty fine. Just how far can you push him till he breaks. And if he breaks.... what then?

This list is BY NO MEANS exhaustive. I just used it to compile some of my FAVORITES in this particular trope.

➪ IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND FICS I SHOULD CHECK OUT PLEASE COMMENT (seriously please I love this trope so much) AND I WILL ADD THEM TO THIS LIST.

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[moonshineboyz]

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Pairing: volleyball player!Juyeon × volleyball player! fem reader

Genre: Smut, enemies with benefits

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, rough/hate (?) sex, usage of the word slut, mentions of choking and spanking, lowkey public sex, brief fingering

a/n: i know juyeon is not holding a volleyball but let's just pretend. i got this idea from listening to lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by panic! at the disco 🤠 i'm not sure if i like the ending but,,, (@annyeongffs enjoy bb)

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“Okay guys, let’s wrap up for today. Both teams did great!” The coach called and everyone got out of their positions, stretching out the tense muscles and walking out of court. “Nuh uh, minus you two Juyeon and Y/N.” He called again making you stop in your tracks. “You’re gonna take the volleyballs and net to the equipment room and pump up the basketballs. That’s what you get for arguing and swearing at each other every five minutes even during practice.”

You cursed under your breath sending a death glare towards Juyeon, who just looked at you expressionless. ‘Stupid son of a bitch.’

The coach left the court with the remaining of your team mates that waved at you from afar. You waved back and went to collect the scattered balls letting the boy get the net, since he was taller.

“If you weren’t so annoying, I could be going to my dorm right now.” He said when you walked past him on your way to the equipment room. You thought in giving a rude reply but bit your tongue not to curse back at him, already feeling your blood boil. “I'm talking to you.” You turned on your heel to face him.

“What do you mean? It’s your fault! You were throwing the ball too far for me to catch it in time!” You snarled.

“Isn’t it the whole point? Make the ball touch the floor on your adversary's side? I think you're just complaining because you're not that good of a player." Juyeon had just finished getting the net out of the first pole and glared at you with a raised brow. He really was getting under your skin.

"For your information, I'm the second best in the female team. I just can't deal with bullshit coming from a jerk like you."

Fuming, you turned your back again, walking away to fight back the temptation of throwing one of the balls in your arms directly at his annoying handsome face. Juyeon knew exactly how to get on your nerves and you couldn't stand having to be in the same room with him for too long without getting annoyed or bickering.

You were looking into the lockers searching for a second air pump, since there wasn't any other way and you had to pump up the balls, the best option was to you two do it separately so you could go home as soon as possible. While you were at it Juyeon entered the equipment room bringing the net and you quickly thought of a way to get yourself out of that situation.

"Here, the air pump." You handed him the object, to which he accepted but kept looking at you puzzled. "I didn't find another one, so, you do it."

"And what you're gonna do?"

"Go home!? What else do you expect me to do? Blow out the balls like they're balloons?" Your eyes rolled at how he scoffed at you, arms crossing in front of your body.

"I mean, I know something else you'd like to blow." A cheeky grin grew on his lips and past scenes of his dick on your mouth flashed through your mind.

“Shut the fuck up, will you? You’re so fucking annoying.” You raised your voice taking the boy aback for a moment, your jaw clenched and brows furrowed. “I can’t even stand looking at y-"

The words died at your throat as Juyeon dropped the air pump to grab your jaw firmly, pushing you up against the nearest wall. He was close, his tall figure towering over yours as he looked down at you with dark eyes.

“If you want to yell at me so bad, then I'll give you a reason to do so.” He muttered through gritted teeth and you could feel he was getting mad as well.

“Fuck you.” You scoffed trying to masquerade the fact that your heart was beating fast.

“Oh, you just did on semi-finals night, darling.” Juyeon let go of your face to brush his knuckles against the skin of your cheek, trailing south till it reached the side of your neck. You wished you didn’t shiver at the light touch, making it obvious to him that you enjoyed it. “Speaking of which, where have you been these past weeks? Were you too busy with that asshole from the basketball team?”

You didn’t even notice when you started to hold your breath but you were already feeling intoxicated by the low tone of his voice, knowing exactly what he was implying. His longs fingers wrapping around your throat not helping at all, and you thanked the sound of your racing heart wasn’t audible.  

“Why? Jealous much?” It took everything in you to let that out in a disinterested voice, sticking to an attitude not to let him win in any circumstance.

“C'mon, doll, you know I'd never date you; this is just for the fun. You’re just someone to hook up with.” He took a step closer, few inches away to press his body against yours. His skin was still glistening from the after practice sweat and you could almost say he looked hot, even though your mouth told otherwise.  

“And that’s all you can get after all. You’re good in bed but you’re as charming as a rock. No surprise you’re single.” Juyeon quirked a brow, his eyes dark as ever.

“Aw, you’re not attracted to me? Yeah, keep lying to yourself, darling. This is the most fun you can have besides taking your clothes off, isn’t it?” His breath fanned at your lips as the grip on your throat tightened, making him chuckle when a small moan dared to scape you. “Gosh, I really missed your pretty little pussy swallowing my dick and you screaming my name.”

You hated Juyeon to the moon and back with your whole being. He was arrogant, full of himself and egocentric, but what you hated the most was the fact that he knew how to touch you and make you feel things in a way you’d never experienced before, and you’d never admit that out loud. You'd never admit to his face how you also missed him pounding into you while you hooked up with other guys.

It was hard to recall when or even how you two started having this type of relationship, an 'enemies with benefits' kind you could say, because you clearly weren’t friends at all. You would pay not to have to spend the practice time looking at his face, and Juyeon would rather die than bumping into you in the hallways.  

But both couldn’t deny the sexual tension, and maybe that’s what led you to it, or maybe that was only a tactic to release stress, and you just happened to be there for each other. What’s a better way to calm your nerves than fucking your enemy? The sex was great after all and you couldn’t name any other boy who has ever made you cum so hard. Perhaps the hate towards each other really did add fuel to the fire and made things more interesting, competing who could make the other orgasm the fastest.

"I hate you so much." You said trying not to moan again when Juyeon pressed his torso against yours, sneaking his knee between your thighs, to which you rolled your hips grinding down on it.

"It's reciprocal, I just like to fuck you dumb." His hands went to your waist, grabbing hard and pulling you more into him. You were already melting at the tip of his fingers and didn't think twice before crashing your lips together and tugged at his hair with force as he moved his leg to cause more friction on your core. His big hands roaming all over your body roughly and squeezing your ass. A hiss came out of Juyeon's lips when you scratched his back underneath the shirt, sure to leave red marks. "Don't start a game you know you're gonna lose."

Juyeon pulled you by the wrist to the old desk to careless bend you over it. You couldn't lie saying you didn't like how everything was rough with him, it made a shiver run down your spine every time he kissed you hard and pulled your hair as you cursed at him digging your nails into his skin. He never cared about whether or not he was leaving bruises on your hips, neck and inner thighs, but neither did you. You secretly enjoyed admiring them later in the mirror.

“Here? Really?”

“It’s not like we haven’t done this before. Plus, everyone left, you can scream all you want.” A hand came down hard on your right ass cheek making you yelp. Another smack on the left side and you winced in pain arching your back. “You look good in the team's uniform, but look even better when I'm filling you up.”

He massaged your ass before harshly pulling your tight shorts down to your ankles and you stepped out of them, feeling his hands travel up your legs and holding your hips to press his hard on on your clothed core. You sighed grinding against him, your mind already getting hazy.

The boy brought you up to leave hungry kisses down your neck and bit on the curvature. Your breath hitched when his short nails raked the skin of your belly and you let your head rest on his shoulder, closing your eyes lost in the sensations. “Now tell me, is it still me that makes you sweat? Did you think of me when you were in bed with them?” He growled in your ear biting your lobe, making you grind harder.

“Not even for a second, didn’t even cross my mind.” Lucky you your mouth worked faster than your body so you didn’t dumbly nod agreeing with him. “You’re good but not the best.” You weren’t even ashamed in lying.

Juyeon let out a dark chuckle and grabbed your throat while the other hand squeezed one of your breasts. “We both know I've got a hotter touch, a better fuck than any guy you’ll ever meet. Or else you wouldn’t be coming back begging for my cock whenever you feel horny.”

“You wish.”

“Then why are you still here?” He teased licking your neck and smirked when you shuddered.

“Didn’t you say you missed my pussy? Then fuck me already.” You huffed impatient to which his only answer was to rub circles in your clit over your damp underwear. Juyeon pushed you back to bend over the desk, quickly and roughly pulling your panties down that you’d had stumbled if you were standing straight. “You’re gonna rip my panties, you asshole.”

He scoffed, slapping you once again. “You didn’t complain the other times I did.” His hand palmed himself through the shorts while the other went to your core, fingers playing with your wet folds. You whimpered when he slid one digit inside and added a second right after already moving, making your back arch. “Think I need to remind you that you’re just a fuck toy, not some porcelain doll. They must’ve treated you so nicely, but you like it rough, don’t you?”

Juyeon removed his fingers from you and pulled his own shorts down just enough to free his member and teased your slit with the tip, making you bite your lip in anticipation. Your breath got cut short when he gripped your waist and pushed in in one quick thrust, his cock disappearing into your warmth and your pussy clenched at the feeling of every inch of him stretching you open.

He didn't give you time to even take a deep breath and started moving in a fast pace, grabbing your hips with force. You could feel your whole body getting hot, sweat starting to form on your temples, skin prickling. "How someone so annoying like you have a pussy so good?" He groaned giving a hard, sharp thrust making you gasp and lifted your right leg to put over the desk. You were there so open for him; bent over that he could do anything. And you enjoyed every part of it.

Breathy moans were leaving your lips mixing with obscene wet sounds from your dripping cunt and his hips slamming yours recklessly now, going deeper and deeper inside you. Juyeon was holding you so strong and digging his nails in your skin that you were sure it'd leave bruises. "F-fuck, Juyeon!" You screamed out when he pulled almost all of his length out just to pushed it back in with a quick motion. He smirked to himself and kept repeating it, just to see you writhe and lose your mind.

His hand pulled your ponytail to which you winced but couldn't contain a moan. Your knuckles were turning white holding onto the desk for dear life as Juyeon completely rammed into you. "Not so talkative right now, huh?" He grabbed both your arms, pinning them behind your back with his own hands. "Look at you clenching so desperately. Gonna cum on my cock like a good slut?" His voice was low, watching your whole body shake as you approached your high, loud and breathy sounds escaping your lips.

You came crying out his name, shaking violently and trying to roll your hips back to get more of him. Juyeon pulled out slowly, feeling your walls fluttering and you whimpered at the emptiness. Even though you were sensitive, Juyeon's dick was so good that it never failed to make you want more and more.

A last sigh left you before you got pushed to your knees facing his cock. "Now be the good little slut and you are and put this mouth to a better use."

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[stackthedeck]

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Oh man you have no idea the gift you have given me!!

Okay, so Raimi's have the strongest class messaging of any of the spider-man movies. Tobey Maguire's Peter Parker is really the only Peter I believe is poor. This Peter delivers pizzas, gets yelled at by his bosses, throws himself into an underground fighting ring for cash, and sells pictures of himself to a guy that hates his guts. This is the most powerful way to express Peter's poverty in my opinion because it captures the soul-sucking feeling of degrading yourself for a paycheck. Like JJ Jameson is a big part of these movies. The Daily Bugle makes Spider-man's job actively harder by destroying his reputation, but Peter needs the money to take care of aunt May and himself. Peter is a genius but he's failing out of college because he has to work to pay for school and be spider-man. Also, this Peter is deeply connected to the working people of New York. Every time he's fighting an evil billionaire, the people help him in some way (see the amazing train scene). When I say Tobey's Peter is the best Peter Parker, this is what I mean.

What most people mean when they say Tobey's Peter is the best Peter, they mean he's a total loser and that Peter Parker should be an incel. The fact of the matter is that in the Raimi movies, the universe hates Peter. Like everything that could go wrong with Peter's life, does go wrong (insert that edit of it's a hard knock life) and I'm alright with that, that's a very spider-man thing. But we are very aware of who is making his life miserable: the rich and the hot. The rich is every villain and landlord of this series (except sandman, but like that's a different essay). The hot are all the people that bully Peter. And hey listen, Tobey Maguire is a very handsome man, but objectively speaking, he's the least attractive person in these movies. Flash, his high school bully, is hotter than him and gets the girl. Harry is his rich hot best friend who steals his childhood crush. JJ Jameson's son is hotter than him and gets the girl. Eddie Brock is hotter than him and gets the well not the girl actually but the freelance job. It's really easy film language to convey that Peter is the underdog. In my personal opinion, I think it's hammered in a little too strong and distracts from the classism message. Like what if Harry did actually get MJ because he has money and can support her dreams of becoming a Broadway star and not just because he's a cute boy that can talk to girls? This doesn't apply to the women of these films, there's no petty comment about Gwen Stacy being prettier than MJ. In fact, the fact that MJ is pretty is usually brought up against her (when Norman accuses her of being after Harry's money). That being said MJ most connects with Peter when she's defying what is beautiful (Harry wants her to wear the black dress, she wears red. the upside-down kiss happens when she is soaking wet, etc). Ultimately, these films were pandering to the kind of dudes they thought liked superhero movies, nerds that can't talk to girls. It's fine, it works, but it only gets more distracting the more years go by. It's very easy to watch these films and say "Peter just can't get his life together because he's a nice guy and also spider-man" and that completely misses the point! The point is he's poor!! But it is hammered in so strongly that this Peter has a bad hand in life that it no longer feels like rich vs poor, it feels like Peter vs everyone else.

The Webb movies have a different problem. For these movies, Beauty is equated with goodness, but I honest to god don't think they knew they were doing this. The class messaging is there, but not as strong as the Raimi movies. They say this Peter is poor, but we don't see him working shit jobs. We see him unable to buy chocolate milk because he's short two cents and that is directly linked to Uncle Ben's death. Tobey's Peter's Ben dies after Peter isn't paid what he's deserved. But Andrew's Peter's Ben dies after he is refused something. It's a subtle difference, but it's like Raimi defines poverty as the presence of something and Webb defines it as a lack of something. Peter doesn't start with selling pictures of spider-man, he's selling pictures of the lizard. The cops hate Peter more than the media in these movies. This Peter doesn't fight evil billionaires as much as Tobey's Peter. He fights petty car theft and Dr. Kurtis Connor in the first film, then Electro-a worker who was hurt by a workplace accident, and Harry Osborn. The villains confuse any class messaging because sometimes he's fighting people who are just trying to get by the same as him, other times it's a billionaire or wealthy scientist. In the first movie, there's this amazing scene with all the construction workers of New York lining up their cranes for spider-man and the audience still feels the connection Peter has with the working-class people. (Personal opinion here, but I think Webb could have just shifted things a little and this could have been a spider-man vs the police movie and the theming of the movie would be so much more compelling, but it's 2012, we can't have that)

Okay but equating beauty with goodness. Andrew Garfield is beautiful, Emma Stone is beautiful, and I wouldn't recast them for the world. But all the villains spider-man fights, are not just unattractive, but disfigured in some way. Dr. Connor is missing his arm then mutants himself into a lizard. Electro looks like the perfect idea of a nerd and then he has a workplace accident that gets him fired and his superpower design is an ugly mess of CGI (no way home, thanking so much for upgrading his design). Harry Osborn has a genetic disease that disfigured him as the movie goes on. Like even the car thief that killed uncle Ben has a tattoo which wasn't a conventionally attractive thing. I don't think this was intentional, but there is this weird undercurrent of ableism in these films. The Webb movies don't have a strong message behind them, but Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone really carry the movies (and that's why a really good anti-cop movie could be there because Gwen has to choose between her father and spider-man) These movies don't say rich vs poor, they kind of say good vs evil, but it mostly reads as Peter vs whoever gets in his way.

But don't even get me started on how bad the MCU fumbles classism when it comes to Peter Parker!

#thank you so much for letting me eleborate #spiderman #peter parker #tobey maguire #andrew garfield #asks #for context I adore all of these movies #even spider-man 3 #I just think that there's room for improvement #and spider-man is one of the most interesting superheroes from an ideological stand point