#anyways! love these three and this show :D

[bericas]

violet knows theo raeken.

well, okay, she knows of theo raeken.

the supernatural world isn’t exactly a small pond (nor is theo exactly supernatural), but the dread doctors are big fish, and they deal mostly through their little pet. violet thinks it’s kind of funny, the idea of splicing animal and boy and telling him down and fetch!

garrett thinks it’s sick.

a little part of violet is jealous of theo having the claws of a monster without being bound to their rules (mountain ash would get so pesky), but she teases garrett instead of arguing, scratches at his face with her acrylics. he rolls his eyes but laughs, trying to swat her away, and she ends up in his lap with her effort to keep bothering him, and he ends up forgetting that he’s annoyed once she kisses him instead.

he remembers when she digs her nails into his neck once he lets his guard down, smiling that rueful smile he always does when she gets one over on him. he gets his revenge as she laughs at him, grabbing her by the waist and throwing her down on the couch, which is fine, because she’s happy to be underneath his weight. 

that’s the difference between them. 

when garrett wins, they both do.

when violet wins, she wins alone.

::

violet dies. garrett dies.

violet comes back, but she comes back wrong.

garrett stays dead.

she isn’t jealous of the claws anymore.

she tries to convince herself to be jealous of garrett.

::

she ends up halfway across the country from beacon hills, a college in a city that doesn’t have enough forest to hold a nemeton, and she disappears into it. 

violet is still violet because violet had not been born violet the way garrett had not been born garrett; they’d given their names to each other. it’s the only thing she has left of him, so she’s going to keep it.

she’d named garrett after her garrote. she doesn’t have that anymore, either.

she keeps a low profile. she makes friends for the sake of people knowing her, just a handful of other students she can stand to be around. no blondes, no blue eyes, and no sentimentality—blending into an environment means she has to try, but it doesn’t mean she has to care.

::

a couple of years pass. violet finds herself caring.

worse, she finds herself comfortable with it. her circle stays small, but it stays, and they don’t know who she’d been before, but they know who she is now.

sometimes, when she thinks about it, it feels like she’d tricked herself into believing her own lies, and it sends her into hysterics, laughing until she cries and crying until she sobs, sometimes to the point of nausea. 

she doesn’t like being alone. 

she doesn’t want a roommate. 

she wants garrett.

she wonders, sometimes, if he’d gotten to her, what might’ve happened. if they would’ve both made it out, maybe, once they were together, they’d been good together, but maybe he’d be like her instead. a nagual.

maybe he’d still be dead. they hadn’t had a code, not like hunters, but they’d had promises they’d made to each other. he hadn’t wanted to become a monster. she’d promised she’d kill him and he’d promised he’d leave her alive.

in a way, they’d both kept their promises.

::

violet doesn’t have her garrote anymore, but she isn’t defenseless. she keeps a knife too large to not be suspicious, but it makes her feel safer than a smaller one, and she finds an inconspicuous holster. she’d used to wear it everywhere, like a baby with a blanky, but she only brings it to parties now. she likes drinking enough—and knows enough about wolfsbane—that she’d figured out a way to still get a buzz, but she doesn’t like drunk guys.

the knife is one of garrett’s. tied around the handle is the friendship bracelet she’d taken off of garrett at the morgue. he’d worn it every day since they were eight. 

they’d been the only things she’d taken with her when she’d left.

::

violet knows—knows of—theo raeken. she knows what the doctors do. she knows what he does. they’d always reminded her a little bit of the ghost riders—once they have someone in their sights, it’s almost impossible to outrun them.

violet’s instinct is fight, not flight, so that works just fine for her.

she follows him back to his dorm, garrett’s knife strapped to her thigh.

#twedit #theo x violet #violet x theo #vaeken #violet teen wolf #i feel as though character tagging is ok bc she has so little content but if this is evil someone can stop me i can be stopped #anyway this is for ME #and like maybe three people #i'm very emotionally attached to them it started out as a joke bc they''re love interests on another show so its RIGHT THERE #and now i'm so incredibly invested in it #it's canonically affectionate violet and touch starved theo raeken #it's violet d*ead bf (in my canon) and theo d*ead sister #it's both of them needing somewhere to land!! idk!!!! #it's violet being theo before theo was theo FRANKLY #what was s4 but violet and garrett being the theo to liam and masons scott #in a less exaggerated manner perhaps but STILL #its about the mirror that doesnt hurt to look in #idk i just like 2 shove the evil kids together and make them soft sorry im a simple woman with a simple agenda #and its to let kids be happy #and to hamfist a found family wherever i can MAKE ONE #(i also have a Big tracy theo gabe nolan violet found family agenda) #(im a simple woman) #also i know all of these are very long ajd i'm so sorry but i simply could not justify making a series of me just #chopping up all american scenes #a compilation felt okay but solo sets feel evil #my suggestion 2 u is that 1. u can scroll i would understand or 2. u can open them in a new tab or whatever id #k

[leonardcohenofficial]

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#on an unrelated note wowowow it really is incredibly what going back to 18+ hour days does to your body when you have an e*ting d*sorder and #don’t consume food until well over twelve hours in (partially because you legitimately forget to eat) and between union meetings class the #show you’re hired on your own show you’re directing on and having some semblance of a personal life you have lost [redacted] pounds in two #weeks :)))))))))))))))))))))) #this is great for me and not at something i will be crying over in therapy given i have no break for twenty three weeks :))))))))))))))))))) #e d // #anyways depressing kvetch moment over love hanging on by a thread at all times don’t you? :)

[dantelionwishes]

seeing the words fanganrompa smaSHED ME straight back to when i was helping design and make one ohh my lord there was a buttload of art that was made i am in SHAMBLES (ps do show your dangan ocs 👀)

YOU COMPELLED ME SO HARD TO REDRAW THEM AGAIN........

#check my tags to see all their old art: #masa kamiya #arsene sheppard #kriemhilde mannhauer #originals #bobittybob20276 #lionhe(art) #i ansr #ARSENE WAS THE OG 'SLICKED BACK WITH SINGLE STRAY HAIR PLUS EYEBROW SLIT' CHARACTER #that part of his character transferred to d and then poppy bye #THESE THREE WERE MY WOOOOOOOOORLD #I LOVE THE THREE OF THEM SO MUCH #anyway if you dig deep enough you'll find the execution I animated for kriem!!!!! YEAHHHHH #no way im showing the 70 page document

[crickwater]

omg i love what caldwell is doing with the nullar being tired of the sillyness of the world! it's such a fun concept and the idea of a gd killing themselves cause they're tired of the world they created..... its just all so smart cause the main fun of trinyvale is that sillyness and having someone suddenly acknowledge and dislike that in the world is such a cool twist. generally it's incredible to see caldwell's progression as a dm, going from struggling to balance combat and asking murph how to roll initiative for enemies and overly railroading in the first couple of episodes to making some of the most unique and cool encounters and items and letting the players really shape his world!

#like both the gbbo encounter and the vurliss encounter are so unique and fun! #you can v much tell murph is caldwell's main dm cause they both really shine in making combat encounters that are unique and engaging #and really well paced #which is so impressive #cause like I love d&d combat so much and when you're playing it it's so fun but it is the hardest part to translate into actual plays #and so often listening to combat feels so slow and sluggish and boring in actual play shows #but murph and caldwell really manage to make combat super fun to listen to and also possible to actually keep track of in your head #in the seasons where they don't have sets the combat gets kinda sluggish and hard to follow #but murph like. mastered the actual play theatre of the mind combat he's so good at it and caldwell clearly picked it up #anyways trinyvale is so good. the worldbuilding is so interesting the pcs and their dynamic is so funny the combat is so good its just. ugh #I was a little worried I wouldn't like it cause the first like three episodes are a little messy and railroady #which to be fair I think was largely due to it being a live stream at first. being a beginner dm for a live stream sounds stressful as hell #but once caldwell got a handle on it and they stopped livestreaming it got so good!!! #like. I have so much to say abt his dming style and also abt how trinyvale compares to grad #cause I think there are some v interesting parallels there #n e ways. is anyone actually reading this sbsjsksk #I'm basically using tumblr as a place to write out my random thoughts abt whatever I'm into at the moment but sometime I'm like #is anyone actually reading my deranged rant? sound off in the comments if sjdkskfkls

[hrrycore]

yes i‘m a stefan apologist

#feels good feels organic #anyway im rougly halfway thru season 3 #actually only like 6 episodes in but im having Thoughts #how is elena falling in love with d word who‘s WILLINGLY been a serial killer while at the same judging stefan for it... #when hes literally been abused and tortured and forced to act like that????? #i mean i still love her but girl youre not making sense 😭😭 #d word is being so manipulative #i could write a whole ass essay on their three way relationship wow #im sounding so negative lmao but im loving the show!!!! #except for that ghost storyline thats kinda dumb #man if only i would have been around when the show aired #anyway imma tag this so yall can blacklist me gksnfn #ALSO i miss elijah dude was funny af #tvd

[twobrokenwyngs]

You can add me to your list of true detective converts. Binge watched the series in two days. Loved it! 10/10 would follow recommendation again. 😀😀

no waaaaay!!! oh DUDE, lmao, shit, that’s the second one this week!!! I mean, @bakedapplesauce converted me first, I’m just one of her disciples, but like… wow. It’s amazing how even 5 years after a show ends, so many new people can find it, and that passion can be ignited so late in the game! I’m sooo glad to hear you loved it!! feel free to message me any time with any thoughts or feelings!! so glad to have you on the TD Train lmao

#ahhh man!! #I REALLY AM A PIED PIPER lmfao #no this is just... yeah #i want a million people to hit me up #about this show #so i can pretend it's new #and not an old dead fandom #but believe it or not there are still people making new content!! #a little bit #but still #ANYWAY I LOVE IT IVE SEEN IT THREE TIMES SINCE LAST FALL #thank you for hitting me up to tell me this!!! :D #twistedrunes

[softshouyous-archive]

i read three sabigiyuu fics this morning and i CRIED!!!!!!!!!!

#FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!! #I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #okay okay like i've only read three but the common themes i've seen are: #fuck i forgot #oh no wait okay 1. they made a promise to stay alive together? before the final selection i think?? is that Canon or is that just a common #hc??? #and TWO: i've seen that during the final selection sabito went to protect everyone during the final selection..... #but he didn't make it.... is that true.... #or like ops implied that he was vvvv nice and would protect everyone anyway (so maybe it's not canon in that ex but just that part of his #personality is??? idk!!!!!!) #either way canon or not i'm SAD my heart HURTS what the fuck!!!!!!!! #writers know how to fucking k word me #oh and omg i went back on twt for a bit just to look through the tag on there too GFDJKGLF and god . SO MUCH SADNESS WTF #HELLO???????????????????? #god it hurt so bad gjkdfhgjdfghdf #im so distraught i love them wtf wtf is this hgjdfkhgdf #also sabito merch is so rare ))): #or maybe i just dont know where to look gdfjkghdf #i found like a handful of artists that made merch of him #like i Get it though bc sabito d worded and i don't think i've seen him show up in the manga besides the beginnig ? (from what i've seen in #the tags anyway) #but sabigiyuu seem like a popular pairing... i remember seeing them everywhere #ITS FUNNIE BC LIKE before continuing kny i was liek hm i think i kinda like sabigiyuu like idk what it is abt them but there's Something #and now i'm fucking kjgfjgl emo as hell #)))): #i wuv them.... i heard ? sabito is talked about ? later in the manga..... like his and giyuus backstory ...... I THINK #idk but i kinda wanna just skip to that part if it's true #i just wanna know more about them T________T #sun texts

[ohneweiterebedeutung]

nobody who might read this will be, but if you’re at the Fringe go see “Crybabies: Danger Brigade” and “The Interdimensional ABK”, also there are three more recordings of “Inside the Comedian” this week and the guests are ♥︎♥︎♥︎

#Edinburgh Fringe #I am very much in love with #David Reed #went to the recordings with Mark Watson and Josie Long which were absolutely great #Ed Byrne was also excellent #Bec Hill was lovely #as was Adam Kay #Reg. D. Hunter unfortunately was a bit of a letdown #we've only been here three days and seen so much already and have so many other things lined up and ♥︎♥︎ #anyway here's some silly 'before the show' shiftphone photography #see you!

[joonberriess]

“ a n g e l ”

p a i r i n g : yoongi x reader

g e n r e : boyfriend au.

t a g s : unprotected sex, creampies, boyfriend!yoongi, domestic fluff, idol yoongi, slice of life, age-difference, possessive sex, face-sitting, blow jobs, breeding kink, brief phone sex, accidental voyeurism, y’all get caught by hobi lmao, yoongi deflowers you lol, corruption kink, sweetheart!reader

s u m m a r y : he’s yours and you are his. you didn’t need a magazine to tell you that, because the media knew nothing about what went on behind the scenes.

w o r d c o u n t : 7 k

Sunlight creeps through the closed blinds, some parts hitting your face and others on your back. It feels a bit warm, you softly moan in protest and bring the covers over to hide your face. Judging by how bright it is in the room it must already be late morning, maybe even noon.

"...y/n," a low raspy voice mumbled out to you, "I'm hungry."

You squeeze your eyes shut and curl up into a tiny ball with your face buried in the covers, "I am too." It's half-bullshit because you know you're just talking out of your ass since you're half-asleep and still in the process of waking. "I want... want pancakes.. with sprinkles." You mumble, though it comes out muffled because you've burrowed yourself.

Yoongi rolls over, throwing his leg over your body and hugging you close, "We had pancakes yesterday."

"Right.. waffles?"

He chuckled quietly in response and buried his nose in your neck, "You're unbelievable baby, why don't we go out? I'm sure it's brunch." The whine you let out didn't need much explanation as he sighed, "We can bring it back here yeah? I know you wanna finish watching your Rick and Morty show."

You stayed quiet for a little bit thinking about your options. A.) stay in the comfort of your home where you have your soft warm bed, or B.) get out of bed, get dressed, and go outside only to come back. ".... Fine." You muttered slowly peeking your head out of the covers, "Promise we come back?"

"Promise," Yoongi grinned as he propped himself up while staring at you, "now c'mere and give me a kiss baby."

A soft giggle left your lips as you leaned in to peck his lips. You did this three times before he grabbed the back of your head with a laugh as he kissed the hell out of you. Yoongi grinned softly against your lips as he pulled back just a little, "Such a tease," he eyed your lips and then you, "so fuckin' beautiful."

"Yoongi," you whined feeling shy about his compliments, "are we going or not?"

"Shh," he smothered you with more kisses, murmuring in-between, "let me give my princess more kisses."

Your heart soared at the words, you loved how affectionate he was with you. Everyone perceived him as a cold rapper with attitude but no one knew him like you did. He was your baby boy at heart, sure he could be scary at times but he was a complete sweetheart if you were being honest.

You and Yoongi met one day on one of the BTS Run! sets. At first it started with him staring at you and just overall checking you out, but then he actually made small talk. The two of you got along pretty well and by the end of the episode he left with your number.

Over the next weeks you learned he was older than you—a six year age-gap separating the two of you. You didn't mind it much, in fact the increase in age was kind of hot to you. Yoongi was much like you anyways, he liked them a little younger. The two of you talked and talked until he confessed his feelings and vice-versa.

Yoongi took it slow and you were glad he did because this was your first serious relationship. You guess you could say you were a virgin in both aspects: first kiss, first time. He didn't judge nor find it unappealing that you hadn't ever been serious with anyone. In fact he fucking loved it.

The idea of being the first and only person in your life that held you, whispered sweet nothings in your ear, and got to kiss those soft lips of yours did things to him. You even had a pretty little purity ring, but the cherry on top was when you told him you have never even touched yourself. It was like a flip had switched within him, you remembered it so clearly;

yoonie<3 [10:45]

just got home from the studio love

have you eaten?

yea i had a late class today :(

sorry to hear that baby

you in bed now?

yep!

You decided to send a selfie of you cuddled up to the Sanrio pillow he had bought you during a date. You deemed it cute enough to send and waited patiently for his response. Of course you didn't expect one right away because Yoongi wasn't big on texting. He enjoyed face-to-face or talking on the phone.

Your phone buzzed and you scrambled to pick it up, rolling on your tummy with your feet in the air as you smiled like a school girl.

yoonie<3 [10:50]

you look so fucking cute baby

you're wearing my shirt aren't you?

it's super comfy lol it smells like you

what else you have on baby?

A soft blush spread over your cheeks as you bit your lip. You felt butterflies in your tummy as you tried to make sense of his question. Was he genuinely curious or was he asking because of other intentions.. Either way you couldn't fight off the nervousness you felt.

i'm wearing the white shorts you bought me

yoonie<3 [10:53]

can i see?

Panic set in as you sat up, "Crap.. what do I do now?" You chewed on your bottom lip nervously, clearly you've never been in a situation like this, much less with your boyfriend. You looked towards the large mirror on your wall across your bed. You softly grinned, "Bingo."

You switched your main lights off and turned on your LED lights, lighting your room up in a fuchsia color. You sat up straight facing the mirror and blushed as you got into what you assumed was the cowgirl position, sitting on your knees as you spread your thighs apart and posed. You made sure the curve of your waist to your ass was on display as you snapped the photo.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod," you rushed out while sending the photo and tossing your phone aside.

yoonie<3 [10:55]

shit

that's so fucking hot baby

can i see what's under?

You were feeling a little bit bolder than usual so you slowly took off the shirt and shorts, leaving you in your matching bra/underwear. You switched the camera and raised your arm a little, using your other to cup your breasts to push them together. You angled the camera down to capture your panties as well. That wasn't the only photo you took.

You bit your lip and decided to take off your bra, pushing your breasts together in one and then in the second photo you snapped it of your ass. After hitting send you laid back just staring at the ceiling thinking about what you had just done. Wild thoughts running through your mind, wondering about Yoongi's reaction or if he saw them at all.

The phone suddenly began ringing, scaring you out of your wits as you jumped. You grabbed the phone with excitement thrumming in your body as you swiped to answer it, "Yoongi?"

"What was all that baby? You trying to make me lose it?" He huskily breathed into the phone.

His deep raspy voice had you pressing your thighs together. It aroused you to no ends hearing him like this, knowing you were the cause. "Do I look pretty?" You softly asked.

"You look so fucking beautiful, wish you were here with me now."

"If I was there what would you do?" You twirled a strand of your hair playing along with Yoongi's little game.

Yoongi released a noise akin to a growl, "You don't even know the half of it pretty girl, I'd have you in my bed with nothing but your pretty panties on. Just wanna leave kisses all over your body, some marks on those pretty tits of yours. Don't even get me started on your ass baby, it's god-send."

All these things being said to you all at once made you flush with desire, a dull throbbing sensation came from between your thighs. You found yourself laying on your side, phone tucked under your ear as you tried to calm down. "Yoongi.." you murmured shyly, "It feels so hot in here."

"Take your panties off baby, I know my sweet girl wants to play with herself, let me guide you baby."

You set the phone down on speaker, shuffling around and slowly sliding your panties down, "They're off."

"Good girl, tease yourself baby. Play with those pretty nipples first. Imagine it's me there with you, sucking on them and pinching." He breathed out softly, shuffling can be heard on his end.

You bit your lip and cupped your breasts and squeezing gently. Slowly you slid the straps off your shoulders and let your breasts pour out from the bra. The cool air caused your nipples to harden almost immediately, it made you sigh softly as your fingers came up to gently roll the nub around. It caused your clit throb even more, pleasure spreading all around specifically down between your legs.

"Oh the things I'd do to you.. you don't know how much I want to fuck you love, you drive me so crazy, especially those pretty lips of yours. I always imagine what it'd be like to have those lips wrapped around my cock. More so that fat ass of yours." He breathed out, a slick sound coming from the other end of the phone.

You whimpered softly, free hand slowly slipping down to cup your hot pussy. Slick was starting to build up slowly, you ran the tip of your index finger up and down your soft folds. It felt hot down there, even more when you dipped in to touch at your hooded clit and then your slicked up hole. "I'm so wet," you breathed out, slowly poking at your tight hole.

"Go on baby, rub on your pretty pussy. Use your finger to tease your clit. Go slow for me, get yourself even wetter." Yoongi groaned out.

Listening to his words you slowly circled your clit and found a nice angle you liked and pressed down, firmly rubbing over it. It felt good, your legs quivered slightly as you forced them apart and let the cool air brush against your parted folds. "I feel so empty, I need more," you moaned out, toes curling and uncurling as you gave yourself pleasure.

"Slip a finger inside baby, finger yourself open."

You slowly slipped your hand down and pressed your middle finger in, slowly pushing it into your pussy. It hurt a little, stinging until a dull throbbing pain took over. A pained moan left your lips as you managed to fit your finger in. The pain was very much there but died down just a tiny bit. "It hurt a little.." you mumbled softly, panting just a little.

"I'm sorry baby, if I was there I'd kiss it all better. If you don't like it we can stop."

"No, I want to keep going, it feels good when I rub myself at the same time." You shyly admitted while using your other hand to rub at your clit slowly, the pain and pleasure mixing quite well.

"Fuck baby, you're gonna make me cum when you talk like that. Makes me feel like one of those high school boys." Yoongi chuckled breathily.

You wanted to laugh at his words when all of a sudden you hit a spot that had your legs quivering even more. "Ohh.." you moaned out, your hips canted upwards towards the feeling. "Yoongi," you whined quietly as you rubbed faster while pumping your finger in and out.

There was a soft squelching noise that came from between your thighs. You got a little overzealous with your pleasure, finger going faster as you hiked your legs up and apart. "Mmm, feels so good. I'm getting so close."

Yoongi groaned softly, "Go on baby, cum for me. I'm so close too." He quietly huffed, the slick noises on the other end getting louder and louder.

You whimpered softly as your brows furrowed, the pleasure was rising higher and higher. You were embarrassed that you were coming this quickly but in your defense it was the first time you ever did this. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan, body shuddering and quaking.

"Cum baby," Yoongi panted out, the shuffling noises getting faster and faster.

"Yoongi," you finally sobbed, body shaking as your orgasm rolled through you. It left your body weak and satisfied, a low pulsing feeling came from between your legs as your pussy throbbed around your digit. You rode out your orgasm just listening to Yoongi's own moaning and curses as he presumably came.

"I can't wait to get my hands on you,"

+

Yoongi had been busy preparing for his leave to LA, you understood the consequences of dating a worldwide idol so it wasn't a big deal to you. It wasn't like he didn't make time for you, Yoongi still managed to squeeze in a date or two amidst the chaos unfolding. He still came home to you no matter how tiring his day had been, something you found endearing.

"I'm home," he called out in a lazy tone, "I bought those chips you were eyeing at the store the other day."

You turned around from your place on the couch, "Oh thank you, you didn't need to though Yoonie." A soft giggle escaped your lips as you stretched out and went to greet your boyfriend with a kiss. You gently pried the bags from his hand, "I made your favorite," you softly grinned.

Yoongi sent you a soft tired smile, "Thank you baby, I'll eat some right now. Gonna shower and get this shit off me." He muttered motioning to whatever the hell he thought he had on his face.

You pouted softly at his tired look and decided to just hop into the shower with him. You missed him deeply, missed his touch and overall just the feeling of him holding you in his arms. You quietly followed him, watching as he stripped and stepped into the shower. You slowly stripped and made your way into the spacious shower space.

Yoongi made a noise of surprise when he felt your arms come up to wrap around his middle. "Baby?" He asked softly as he placed his hands over your arms.

"Wanted to help you relax." You shyly mumbled into his back as you pressed soft kisses on his shoulder blade and back.

He didn't say anything after that and just sighed letting the warm water run down your bodies. He turned around to bring you into his arms as he swayed side to side with you. You enjoyed this type of intimacy with him just holding you. It reminded you so much of the first time he held you like this.

Coincidentally it had all started with a shower too;

"Ow–wait," you hissed when Yoongi pressed into you, cock slipping past your wet folds. Your hand came up to gently grip his biceps as your hips moved away from his, "Hurts really bad."

Yoongi grunted softly as he took ahold of his cock and pulled back, "Should we stop?" He asked while rubbing the tip of his cock over your folds, pressing on your clit as he slid his cock side to side.

"No, I just.. give me a sec." You mumbled, taking deep breaths and trying to relax. You knew it'd hurt but if you kept overthinking like this you might as well never have sex then. You were pretty sure it wasn't going to end horribly or anything. You'd done foreplay with Yoongi going down on you and getting you nice and wet on his fingers beforehand.

With a quiet sigh you moved to accommodate yourself and spread your thighs open for him, "I'm ready," you murmured out, "just.. go slower."

Yoongi leaned down to cage you in his arms, pressing his lips to yours. He rolled his hips against yours, just idly humping and letting his cock rub up against your inner thigh. "I love you," he murmured softly as he stared into your eyes.

You smiled back at him, "I love you too." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.

Yoongi took the opportunity to slip his cock between your folds once more, pressing in and then pushing slowly. You whimpered into the kiss, arms tightening around him as you tried your hardest to be relaxed. Your lower half burned, pussy stretching to accommodate his thick cock. Yoongi released a muffled groan into your mouth as he pulled your body closer to his.

He finally bottomed out inside of you, balls pressed snug against your ass. You sighed quietly reaching up to gently move his hair out of his face, "Does it hurt?" Yoongi quietly asked, peppering kisses all over your face.

"A little." You softly replied, your hands coming up to gently grip his hair.

Yoongi grinned softly and pressed his forehead against yours, "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are? Especially when you wear your cute little reading glasses.

You whined out of embarrassment, "Yoongi," you huffed, "those glasses literally make me look like a old librarian." You cackled quietly.

"A hot librarian I'd fuck." Yoongi laughed softly, he lowered himself down on his elbows, caging you in his arms and making you feel even smaller than before.

You shook your head with a eye-roll as you scooted closer, letting your hips roll upwards slowly to test the waters. It didn't hurt as much and the pain was laced with a spark of pleasure. "I'm good," you breathed out, "try not to go too crazy."

Yoongi just chuckled in response as his hips slowly rolled into you, his cock grinding forward and stretching you out. You made soft noises of pain here and there but didn't let him stop, you wanted all of him. He buried his face in your neck, panting softly as his hips worked into you. He had switched his motion and was now pulling out until the tip of his cock remained.

"Yoongi," you mewled, legs hooking around his waist with your ankles pressed against the top of his ass.

"What is it angel?" He moaned out, "Want me to stuff you full of my cock? Fuck you till your legs are shaking and you're begging me to stop?" His hands slithered down to grab ahold of your asscheeks, giving them a harsh squeeze.

A strained whine left your plush lips, hands scrambling to grip his shoulders, "Y-Yes, please I want all of it," your eyes began to fill with tears, sobs threatening to leave, "give it to me Yoongi."

Yoongi groaned sharply his hips picked up the pace drastically, "Baby," he shuddered, "god you feel so fucking good. That's it, such a good girl for me. You gonna take my cock?" He hoarsely whispered.

You let out a sweet whimper as your body bounced in place in tandem to his thrusts. "Yes, I'm your good girl. Gonna take your cock however you want me to," you rasped out, "let you use my pussy as a cum dump."

His hips stuttered in their movements, a filthy moan leaving his lips with his pace increasing. "The mouth you got on you," he panted out as his balls slapped against your ass, filthy squelching noises filling the air. "Want my cum in your pretty pussy baby? Fill you till you're dripping?"

"Yes! God yes please,"

Yoongi pulled back as he used his arms to push himself up and hover over you. He began to piston his hips faster, thighs smacking against your skin as loud clapping noises emitted. "Gonna breed you baby, have you filled with my cum by the end of the night." He grunted.

"Yoongi..!" You squealed feeling your pussy throb from overuse. You were starting to feel your orgasm slowly creeping up on you, it was somehow more intense than before. You eagerly reached down to rub at your clit in rapid circles, "I-I'm gonna cum! Oh god–yes mmm–gonna cum, I'm coming!" A high-pitched sob escaped your lips as you threw your head back, legs shaking and toes curling tightly.

He moaned loudly at the sight of you coming undone. In a way he felt smug knowing that he was the first and most likely the last cock you'd ever have. The way your pussy tightened around his cock made him fall over on top of you. He hugged your body close to his, breathing harshly into your ear as he groaned, "Fuck baby I'm gonna cum," he breathed out, " 'bout to cum in your pretty pussy."

You weakly hugged him back, legs falling from his waist as you let him use you. "Shit you're so–" Yoongi groaned loudly as he couldn't finish his sentence, "God baby, gonna make me cum."

He moaned filthily as his mouth fell open, he went quiet for a few seconds, all you could hear was the sound of the bed shaking and the sheets shuffling. "F-Fuck," he stuttered out, hips slamming into your three times before he stilled. His cock throbbed, spurts of cum spilling out and filling your already ruined pussy.

You whimpered softly and buried your face in his neck. Yoongi kept rocking into you while riding his orgasm out, soft breathless groans leaving him. "Did so well for me angel," he panted into your ear, turning to kiss your cheek and temple, "so good.."

"y/n?" Yoongi broke the silence that had fell over you both. When you hummed back he let out a soft breath he had been holding in, "I asked if you wanted to come to LA with me, we can go to Universal Studios like you wanted."

"LA? But I thought you were going cause of the award show and the concerts?" You tilted your head.

Yoongi nodded, "Yeah, doesn't mean I won't have free time. Please? I don't think I'll be able to stay away from you for a whole month." He joked softly even though he was totally serious.

You thought about it for a few seconds, sure you did miss him and wanted more time with him but going to LA? On top of all that his fans.. they'd finally catch a glimpse of you and you weren't sure if you were ready for all of that. It wasn't like Yoongi kept you a secret, he just didn't talk a lot about you or showed you off to the public eye. Not that you were complaining because you thought it was better that way.

"Okay.. yeah, I'll come with you." You smiled, hand coming up to cup his cheek, "I know you won't last a minute out there without me." You squeezed his cheeks with a soft giggle.

Yoongi grumbled something about you squeezing him as he sent a playful glare your way. "And what about it? Least I can admit it." He pinched your ass as a form of revenge. "Here I thought you were trying to help me relax, not fight with me."

You jumped a little from the pinch, an annoyed pout settling over your features as you smacked his arm, "I am trying to help you relax but you pinched me! Weirdo," you stuck your tongue out whilst moving away from his wandering hands, "no you lost your chance when you decided to abuse me."

"Abuse you?" He said in a offended tone, "Baby that is the last thing I do to your ass and you know it." He laughed.

"You don't see me pinching your ass either," you sassed back, "suffer."

Yoongi sighed, "What does my baby want me to do so I can hold her again? Hm?" He tilted his head, slowly stepping forward and caging you in against the wall. Water ran down his body, his hooded eyes were covered by his wet hair as he used his hand to push it back and out of his face.

You bit your lip, mind running wild from the sight. "There is one thing you can do..." you trailed off, tracing a finger down his chest.

"Yeah?" His breath hitched as he watched your dainty finger go down his body, "And what is that baby?"

You looked into his eyes, innocently batting your lashes at him as you slowly ran your hand along his slowly hardening cock, "Let me have it? Pretty please? I wanna suck you off," you said in that innocent tone you knew he liked, the one that always got him going.

Yoongi had a thing for you playing innocent, despite you being far from it. Something about you whispering and doing filthy things on your own accord without him initiating anything was hot. He remembered how much of a good girl you were before you met him, and now you were a vixen behind doors. Your purity ring long gone..

"Go on baby, show me all the filthy things you can do with that pretty mouth of yours." Yoongi huskily mumbled, tracing a thumb over your bottom lip.

You nodded, your breathing soft and excited. Slowly you sank down to your knees before him, keeping eye contact with him. Your hand gently stroked his hard cock, twisting at the base and then coming back up to cover the tip. He had droplets of pre-cum sliding down as you used it and smeared it around his cock.

Yoongi softly sighed, "Good girl," he mumbled out as his hand came down to cup the back of your head.

Your lips slowly traced over his cock, tongue peeking out slowly to taste him. It had been weeks since you both got to unwind like this so you wanted to make the best of it. You cupped his soft balls and massaged them gently while mouthing at the shaft of his cock, "Mmm, taste so good." You whispered, looking up into his eyes.

Yoongi softly moaned as he licked his lips, his dark hooded eyes were trained on the way your pouty lips skimmed his cock. "Yeah? C'mon baby let me feel those soft lips around my cock." He pleaded softly.

Without another word you took Yoongi's cock into your mouth, lips plush around him as you slowly took him in. A soft mewl left your lips as you hollowed your cheeks, tongue slithering around the shaft of his cock. You could feel the tip hit the back of your throat, your eyes teared up with your throat constricting just a little bit.

"Ohh fuckkk," he rasped out, relaxing against the wet tiles and leaning his head back, "so good baby.."

His moans motivated you more, head slowly bobbing and lips tightening as you delivered a few harsh sucks. Your hand remained stroking his balls and your eyes closed slowly, soft filthy sucking noises filled the shower as you occasionally gagged on his fat cock. You slowly pulled back with a wet pop, tongue coming out to swirl around the tip and collect all the pre-cum.

Yoongi shuddered in pleasure, the tip of his cock was the most sensitive part and usually he tended to try and avoid that to prevent from coming early. "Fuck baby no," he whined, "don't do that or else I'll cum."

"That's the whole point," you cheekily giggled, eyes staring into his as you took him back into your mouth.

He released colorful curses, hand holding your wet hair tightly. You moaned around his cock, you slowly leaned forward until your nose touched his lower stomach. Drool slipped past your lips as you fought the gagging fit you knew you were bound to have. Yoongi let out a strangled moan, hand letting go and holding you in place, "Baby–fuck, oh god."

You put your hands on his hips, pushing yourself back with a soft gasp. Saliva ran down your chin as you licked your swollen lips, "Fuck my throat?" You quietly asked.

Yoongi nodded deliriously, body thrumming in excitement when he heard you curse which was something rare. He guided you back to his cock, letting you down slowly until he held you in place. His balls were pressed snug against your chin as he began to roll his hips upward. Soft gagging noises filled, your eyes closed and let him hold you down on his cock.

It was so sloppy at this point, saliva dripping and gags louder. Yoongi was moaning like crazy now, head thrown back as he praised you endlessly. "Oh god baby, you're doing so good for me," he shifted a little to move his hips a bit faster, "gonna make me cum." He groaned.

Your eyes teared up, you knew your throat would be aching for days after this. Especially with how he was frantically working his hips. His cock began to slowly throb as Yoongi went still, mouth falling open as he slumped against the wall. "Shit–" he hissed out, thick ropes of cum going down your throat.

Yoongi rode out his orgasm, watching as you cried and choked on his cock. He sighed heavily, letting go of you bonelessly and watching as you recoiled back. You struggled to swallow and went into a small coughing fit. The icing on top was the happy angelic smile you gave him afterwards, "Thanks Yoonie," you giggled.

"You dirty girl." He laughed breathlessly.

+

LA was definitely a change of pace, it was so pretty at night and filled with all sorts of places to go to. You and Yoongi didn't go out much during the day. Both of you opted to leave around nighttime since it got darker rather quickly given the whole daylight savings thing. It was fun, Yoongi took you down to Santa Monica and even indulged in your requests such as going to Six Flags.

Tonight you had attended day two of their show, thoroughly enjoying watching your boyfriend have his fun and go off during his performances. It made you swell with pride seeing how happy he really was on stage. You wish you could keep him that way, stress free and happy for the rest of his life.

A staff came to get you since you had been seated at the top of the stadium in a private booth. You quickly followed after them, this wasn't your first rodeo anyways so you knew where to go by now. You saw your sweaty boyfriend downing a bottle of water. You giggled running up to him and wrapping your limbs around him, "Did you enjoy yourself?" You cheerfully asked.

"You know I did baby." Yoongi quietly laughed, ruffling your hair and pulling you close.

"Ew Yoonie you're so sweaty." You whined playfully but let him hook his arm around your neck, holding you close to him.

Yoongi snorted softly, "Babe that should be the least of your concerns right now. You should worry about.. I don't know maybe if I'm hungry or if I'm tired?" He teased softly.

You followed Yoongi down the corridor, hand cupping his cheek as you kissed him, "You hungry Yoonie?" You mumbled softly against his lips.

"Yeah," he pulled you tighter against him, "but not for what you think I want." Was all he said as he covered you, bringing you to the car and getting in the back with you.

You were left red the whole car ride back, excitement buzzing in you as you looked forward to getting back to the hotel. His hands gently settled on your hips since he had you sitting on his lap. You cupped his cheek and brought him close as you snapped photos of the two of you. He looked so in love in each photo your heart melted into a puddle of goo.

The two of you bid your goodbyes to the boys and left to the room together, hand in hand. "Namjoon broke the damn thing." He shook his head, "I told him not to play with it and looked what happened."

"I saw.. he looked so sad when he realized he couldn't use it anymore." You giggled softly, following Yoongi as the two of you flopped down on the bed. "Yoonie, you still want me to make you something to eat? Last time you ate was before sound check." You mumbled softly, stroking his hair as he curled up closer to you.

Yoongi shook his head, "No baby I'm not really hungry right now. Just a little exhausted from the show."

You nodded and turned over to lie on your tummy as you checked your social medias and other stuff. "You don't have to perform tomorrow right?" His hum of acknowledgment gave you your answer, "You want to take a drive down to Universal Studios?"

"Yeah, I'm up for it baby." Yoongi rolled over to use your ass as a cushion for his head, "Damn, this feels nicer than being smothered by your thighs."

"Yoongi!" You laughed, swatting his hand blindly as you tried to get him to stop groping your ass, "You dirty old pervert."

Yoongi scoffed, "You love this dirty old pervert angel, mind you he's the reason you turned into a freak in the sheets." He sounded almost proud of himself, as if that was something he had been waiting to accomplish.

You bit your lip with a blush dusting your cheeks, "Really now? You sound a little to proud of yourself there. Do you love just how dirty you turned me? Shame on you Min Yoongi, I was such a good girl before this and now all I can think about is your cock down my throat or in my pussy pounding me six ways to Sunday." You licked your lips.

Yoongi let out a muffled groan, clearly enjoying all this talk about corrupting your past innocent self. "Fucking love it angel, knowing that everyone thinks you're such a sweetheart, that you can do no bad. Little do they know I got myself a little slut," Yoongi turned to roll you over and straddle your hips, "a little freak in the sheets willing to let me do anything to her. Isn't that right baby?" He cooed patting your cheek.

You nodded eagerly, tongue darting out to lick your lips as you watched his movements. Yoongi softly smiled, thumb coming up to gently dip into your mouth. You whined softly, slowly parting your lips to let his thumb slide in. "Good girl," he breathed out, "c'mere, I want you on my face."

Immediately you let his thumb go with drool slipping out from the corner of your lips. "Yes please." You murmured whilst letting him get into position as he tugged at your clothes. There was something so debauched about the way you were stripped to nothing and he was fully clothed. Made you feel tiny.. submissive.

Yoongi licked his lips slowly, he eyed your cunt like it was going to be the last meal he ever had. "Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my face okay? Use me however you want to get off, filthy girl. Get yourself nice and ready for my cock right now." He rumbled lowly.

You bit your lip and slowly crawled over to hover over his face, "Ready for your cum too?" You asked with puppy eyes and a pout.

"Even my cum angel." Yoongi reassured as his hands came up to gently grasp both of your soft ass cheeks. His mouth watered whilst slowly pulling you down on to his face, mouth attaching to your soft cunt right away. His tongue poked at your soft folds, slowly gathering up your wetness and spreading it around your cunt.

You relaxed on his face, hands coming behind you to steady yourself as he ate you out slowly. A tiny mewl bubbled up from your throat, the way he ran the tip of his tongue around you clit made your thighs quiver. "Yoongi," one of your hands slowly made its' way to his hair as you gripped it, "please."

Yoongi gave a low hum, eyes closing whilst he smothered himself in your soft folds. He flattened his tongue on your clit and gently moved your hips forward. You took it as a cue to start riding his face. Your hips rolled slowly, pace sensual as his tongue rubbed over your clit repeatedly.

"God–yes, so good baby." You choked out, head leaned back and toes curling.

He wildly slurped at your clit, hands gripping your ass cheeks tightly and slapping them. A soft shuddered moan left you, eyes closing in pleasure and thighs quivering. "Yoongi–ohh yes–right there," you whispered out.

Yoongi decided to take the sensitive bud into his mouth as he gave hard sucks. He was harshly breathing through his nose, practically being smothered by you. Not that he cared though. If anything he'd die a happy man between your thighs. A soft guttural groan left him, brows pinched in concentration.

Your mouth fell open when he switched from sucking on your clit to tongue fucking you. He spanked your ass harshly in tandem with his tongue, your hips began to stutter in their movements. "Yoongi..!" You shrieked, hands gripping his hair tightly.

He growled against your soft pussy, he wiggled his tongue from inside of you. He pressed it up against your g-spot, the action had you crying from the pleasure rising in your tummy. "Wait–Yoongi! Please, wanna cum on your cock!" You softly begged.

Yoongi pulled back, taking sharp breaths as he panted, "Yeah baby? You want to cum from my cock and cock only?" He said groping your ass cheeks, "Lay down angel, spread them wide for me."

You eagerly laid on the messy bed, legs spreading widely as you waited for Yoongi. He hurriedly stripped of his clothes, tossing them everywhere around the room. He climbed on the bed again and hovered over you, hand pumping his cock slowly. "That's a good girl," he breathed out, eyes zeroed in on your pussy, "fuck you look so beautiful baby."

"Yoonie," you shivered, "a little cold."

“I got you baby.” Yoongi replied while grabbing the soft blankets and bringing them over your bodies.

You giggled quietly and brought Yoongi down for a slow kiss, arms wrapping around his neck, “I love you.” You mumbled with a soft smile.

“I love you too.” Yoongi smiled back, lips capturing your own once more.

The two of you exchanged heated kisses. Yoongi took the opportunity to slide his cock up and down your soft folds, tapping your clit repeatedly. You softly hummed, eyes falling shut and lips parting as he slowly stretched you out with his cock. It felt heavenly as usual, you couldn’t help but hug his body to yours.

Yoongi moaned huskily against your lips, he tested the waters out by slowly rolling his hips. He pressed into you deeply before slowly pulling out. This went on for a few minutes as the two of you savored the feeling of one another. “Faster, please.” You breathed out.

“Shit,” Yoongi sighed, “feels amazing baby.” His hips picked up the pace slightly, moving fast enough to have your tits bouncing and make soft clapping noises. “Don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He purred.

Sweet moans poured from your lips, he wrecked your sopping pussy through-n-through. His own moans were just as loud as yours. The sheets shuffled around with Yoongi’s fast movements, bed shaking from the sheer force. Yoongi decided to bury his face in your neck as he pound you into next week.

“Oh yes baby,” he breathed out, “that’s it take it. Take my cock like you were meant to. Give it to me angel,” he desperately moaned whilst thrusting faster and faster.

You arched your back in a breathless moan, “Yes, yes..!” You whispered back as tears welled up.

“Yeah? You like that?” Yoongi hungrily rasped out, “Want more?”

“God yes, give me more Yoongi,” you whined out, “f-fuck me till I can’t walk anymore.”

His thrusts became much more harder, the sound of your skin clapping getting louder. Your pussy was embarrassingly soaking, slick dribbling down your cunt as his balls smacked against you. He hooked an arm under your thigh as he raised it slightly, the sheets threatening to slide off your bodies as your moans grew louder.

“Yoongi..!” Your eyes welled with tears, the pounding so good it made you want to cry.

Yoongi’s mouth fell open, eyes rolled back as he moved faster, “Oh god,” he whimpered, hands gripping the sheets beside you tightly.

You were going to respond to him, something dirty already formed in your head when it happened. By it you meant Hoseok walking in right as Yoongi rearranged your guts. Your eyes widened in horror, face pale as you made eye contact with Hoseok. Hoseok seemed just as traumatized as you.

“Holy shit– I’m so sorry Yoongi, y/n,” Hoseok cried out, turning right around and rushing to leave, “I just came in here to get my charger back from Yoongi!”

Yoongi turned his head back, a glare settled on his face, “Hoseok what the fuck get out!” He yelled out, vein popping in his temple as he covered your body with his, making sure you weren’t visible.

“I didn’t mean to Yoongi! Sorry y/n!” Hoseok yelled back after closing the door.

You were mortified, eyes wide and still unable to process it at all. “What just happened?” You looked up at Yoongi, eyes blinking in shock. You didn’t know whether you laugh or to stay quiet. You chose to laugh. “Oh my goodness,” you giggled and covered your mouth, “that’s so funny!” You threw your head back.

Yoongi sighed deeply, “That Hoseok, doesn’t know what the fuck knocking is I guess.” He muttered out, small smile forming on his lips as he laid on top of your chest, “Now my dick’s all soft.” He complained softly.

You continued laughing, “I love you so much Yoongi.”

Yoongi smiled to himself, cheek pressed against you as he softly pouted, “I love you too angel..”

#bts #min yoongi #yoongi fanfic #bts smut #yoongi smut #bts fanfic #yoongi x reader #myg smut #yoongi x you

[mgparker]

Hey! So I’m not sure if you’re taking requests but I have an oddly specific one ? So it’s tams!xreader and the reader is from MCU but in tasm! Universe she was peters girlfriend that he couldn’t save and when he comes into the MCU he’s like weird around her and she’s getting frustrated because he won’t talk to her and she’s basically saying “this plan won’t work if you won’t talk to me! What’s your problem with me?” And my brain keeps imagining that scene in greys anatomy where Alex is yelling at Izzy that “you freakin died in my arms…I’m scared to move, I’m scared to breath, I’m scared to touch you” anyways, I’m not that creative but it’s a maladaptive daydream that I haven’t been able to completely put together in my head but I love your writing and I was wondering if you could put it into words for me? ❤️❤️❤️ I know it’s weirdly specific so no worries if you don’t wanna !

the way this request filled me with absolute joy:,)))

i love hearing from you guys and i am definitely taking requests!!!! thank you so much for this, i hope this fulfills your expectations <33

also: i have an unhealthy obsession with grey’s anatomy so this just hit the spot

scared to breathe

[tasm!peter parker x f!reader]

NO WAY HOME SPOILERS

summary: seeing you again was too much for peter, so much so that shutting you out seemed like the only thing he could do.

warnings: NWH SPOILERS, angst so much angst, bitter!peter, some swearing, mentions of death, intense grey’s anatomy references, anon request <33

Frustrated, you slammed your book shut, scaring both Ned and his Lola. You gave them an apologetic glance, running your fingers through your hair anxiously.

“He’s taking too long,” you determined, chewing on your bottom lip and honestly feeling two seconds away from opening the damn magical box your friend had left you with.

Ned tried to get a word in, but MJ beat him to the punch. “I agree,” she said firmly, reaching down to grab the Machina.

It had already been too long, nothing on the TV broadcasting any Spider-Man related news but the radio silence was enough to worry all three of Peter Parker’s friends. Doctor Strange’s box rested by MJ’s feet, ready to be opened if Peter didn’t show up in the next two seconds.

“Guys, no,” Ned protested, waving his hands around as if to dissuade MJ. “He said he’d be here. It’ll be okay.”

But even Ned couldn’t convince himself.

The three of you sat at the table, silence filling the void. The air practically reeked of anxiety and it only took a second longer before Ned was nervously rambling once more.

“I just wish we could see him!” He exclaimed in exasperation.

A glimpse of molten orange caught your attention and beside you, MJ had perked up as well. “Ned, do that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“That thing you did with your arms and repeat what you said,” you clarified, fascinated by the sparks that had mysteriously appeared in the living room. Though it seemed Ned had no idea what was going on still.

“I just wish we could see him,” he repeated in the same fashion, circling his arms uncertainly.

Again, the sparks appeared in the room, taking the shape of a perfect circle, spinning with a stunning vibrancy. But it wasn’t the color that shocked you the most— it was what the circle held.

A portal— leading straight into a deserted alleyway. And on the other side, the silhouette of Spider-Man turned toward you.

“That’s him!” MJ exclaimed, frantically waving him over. Ned joined in, hollering at the top of his lungs.

“Peter! Peter!”

It took you a moment to kickstart into action, staring at the suited figure with uncertainty. There was something strange about Peter. You knew that MJ and Ned could tell too, but their relief was blinding them.

In the next moment, several things happened.

First, Spider-Man jumped through the portal swiftly, landing with a light thud and causing Ned’s Lola to scream at his unfamiliar figure.

Second, when he ripped his mask off, the handsome man staring back at you was definitely not Peter Parker. Not only did he look completely different, but he was also staring at you with such intensity that you almost couldn’t bear it.

Uncomfortable under his gaze, you were desperate to know who the imposter was. “Who the hell are you?”

Instantly, he sort of… flinched? As if you had taken a knife and plunged it into his stomach. The watery look in his eyes confused everyone in the room.

“I’m Peter…” he hoped your eyes would flash with recognition but there was nothing. “…Parker. In my world. But then yesterday I was just… here.”

“Right,” MJ gave him a suspicious look, keeping a close eye on ‘Peter’ as he began to wander the space.

“String theory, multidimensional reality, and matter displacement? All real?”

“Yeah…” All three of you answered hesitantly. Then, you all huddled together, exchanging harsh whispers about the stranger standing mere feet away from you.

Meanwhile, Peter Parker was absolutely sure he’d broke into a cold sweat, feeling the perspiration along his hairline. He wasn’t stupid— when he’d first arrived, Peter was one hundred percent positive that he had found himself in a universe that was certainly not his own. Seeing the teenage Peter Parker plastered all over the newspapers of NYC was enough to confirm it—because this universe’s Peter looked nothing like him.

Along with that, he knew that there must’ve been different versions of all the people on his earth, including you.

It was just that, he didn’t expect this version to be a literal doppelganger of the late girlfriend.

So, Peter didn’t know how to act, viciously fighting the impulse to cross the room and hold you like his life depended on it. Clearly, you didn’t know him at all. You only knew the Peter Parker from your world.

You weren’t her.

Even if your hair was styled in its usual fashion. Even if your eyes held that same glimmer they always used to. Even if every single inch of your being was the exact same as he remembered.

God he never thought he’d see you alive again. And it was killing him, keeping him rooted to the spot and looking like a fish out of water. Mouth agape and eyes stuck in a wide trance.

“This is Ned,” you gestured over to the boy who smiled and gave Peter an enthusiastic wave.

“MJ,” you continued, watching as MJ sort of grimaced and waved with much less enthusiasm.

And then you introduced yourself, warmly smiling at the man and extending a polite hand.

Only that smile was instantly wiped off your face when Peter blatantly ignored it, a complete contrast to the warm greetings he’d given your friends.

His cold behavior set off an alarm in MJ’s head, leading her to bring her arms up defensively. “Prove it.”

“Prove what?”

“That you’re Peter Parker.”

“Oh, I don’t really carry an ID with me. Kinda defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing.”

With a little extra strength than needed, you chucked a bread roll at him, instantly feeling your humiliation from earlier fade away as it thumped his chest roughly. The fact that MJ had also thrown some bread almost made you laugh in his face but you kept your defenses strong.

Making a point to avoid your glare, the Spider dude looked down at the discarded roll. “Why’d you do that?”

“Trying to see if you have the tingle thing,” MJ told him, raising her arms even higher.

“I have the tingle thing,” Peter confirmed. “Just not for bread.”

“I call bullshit,” you whispered to Ned, nudging his arm.

Between MJ’s efforts and yours, Peter finally proved that he indeed possessed spider-like abilities, confirming his identity and leading Ned to create another portal in order to find the “real Peter Parker.”

Only, the man who stepped through the next circle wasn’t your teenage Peter Parker at all…

This Peter was older, eyes full of wisdom and a casual demeanor that would never lead you to guess his secret identity. “It’s just a regular dude,” Ned said in relief, glad that it wasn’t some sort of rogue Spider-Man.

Still, you stayed on edge. “Hello,” he waved awkwardly. “Hope it’s okay, I just came through this—”

The portal spun shut, leaving him emptyhanded as he turned to gesture at nothing but air. “—Oh, it just closed.”

“You’re Peter?” You tried cutting to the chase, worried about your Peter and slightly irritated by the standoffish one standing behind you.

The man furrowed his eyebrows, still confused by the portal. “Yeah, Peter Parker. I’ve seen you three— oh, hi.”

Ned’s Lola had given him a flirtatious wave, smiling mischievously from her place by the stairs.

“Wait,” he finally caught sight of the suited man behind you. “He’s not your friend…”

Chaos ensued, the new Peter Parker shooting a web towards the suited one. In a split second, you were pushed out of the way, dragged out of the crossfire at a remarkable speed before you could realize what was going on. Webs shot back and forth, the two men leaping towards the ceiling and then back down again in a series of mirrored movements. Then the fight was over when the casually dressed Parker webbed the other’s hand down to the kitchen island.

All of you waited with bated breath until the suited Peter smiled, clearly impressed with the quality of his counterpart’s web. “So you’re Spider-Man too?” Ned asked exasperatedly. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

“I generally don’t go around advertising it,” the new arrival shrugged. “Kinda defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing.”

“I just said that—”

“—He just said that,” you said in sync with another voice.

Looking over at suited Peter, you watched as he cleared his throat, bringing his eyes over to the wall slightly over your head before looking away just as quickly. Seriously, what was his deal? Did you smell or something?

“My Lola is asking if you could just clean up the webs you threw at each other,” Ned translated after his grandmother finished saying something directed at the normally dressed Peter.

“Yes, of course,” he smiled kindly, turning to grab the sticky substance by his foot.

You tried to keep yourself calm and collected. “When did you get here?”

“Yesterday, I think,” this Peter responded, placing the glob of web into your outstretched hand. “Um, this may seem kind of weird, but I’ve been trying to find your friend ever since I got here. I just have this sense that he needs my help.”

“Our help.” The other Peter added, nodding as if he had been feeling the same thing.

You tried your best to keep your attention focused on the conversation at hand, but you were trying hard not to throw up as you crouched behind the kitchen counter, peeling the extremely sticky web from your palms. It was embarrassing—you should’ve known that taking the web from Peter was stupid. Your many experiences helping your Peter make web should’ve told you that the substance would be difficult to get off your hands.

“Gross, gross, gross,” you whispered, finally tossing the glob into the trash bin. “Ugh!”

The two Peter Parkers heard you clearly, their enhanced senses catching onto your disgusted mumbles and disgruntled shuffles from behind the counter. The older Peter fought an amused smile, listening to MJ as she brainstormed where her boyfriend could be.

“I know where he is,” she concluded, catching your eye from across the room.

That’s how you found yourself arriving at Midtown High School’s rooftop via portal. Thankfully, Ned was able to conjure a direct passage purely with his natural talent for the mystic arts. You were slightly jealous of his skills honestly…

Introducing the two Peters to your universe’s Peter was a bit…rocky. Between your Peter’s defensive nature and the other two telling stories that couldn’t have been easy to share in front of an audience, the night was slowly progressing into even more of a shitshow.

You didn’t think much of it—as the suited Peter shared his story about how he had lost his “MJ” not too long ago. Of course you listened with a heartfelt empathy towards the man, despite his adamant intention to ignore your existence (unlike his behavior toward your other two friends whom he’d lightly conversed with between the whole portal incident and now). You had a big heart, everyone who knew you was certain of it, so you couldn’t help but feel his pain as he lamented on his actions ever since his girlfriend’s death.

“…I just stopped pulling my punches. And for some time, I got rageful. I got bitter… I just don’t want you to end up like me.”

Your Peter’s eyes were filled with tears, his gaze catching yours, then MJ’s and then Ned’s. Even shadowed by the darkness of the night sky, you could see in his eyes that his trust had extended to the two Spider-Men.

……………………………………….

“Here’s the deal,” you started once everyone was settled in Midtown High’s laboratory, taking up your usual mantle as team leader.

God knows that Peter was not the best at plan-making (despite being the one to ultimately carry out the task as Spider-Man). Peter Parker was undoubtedly smart—probably the smartest person you knew—but between creating a plan and executing it…. Well, let’s just say something always got lost in translation. Thankfully though, he had your mastermind.

You continued. “We gotta finish these cures in the next hour or so. Who knows how much havoc these villains will wreak upon this city if we wait any longer. What are we going to do about the Goblin?”

“I think I can make an anti-serum for Dr. Osborn. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time…” The older Peter caught the gaze of teenage Peter, who was still destroyed over the death of his aunt. “Gotta cure all of them, right?”

“Right,” your Peter agreed distantly.

“That’s what we do.” With that, the older Peter nodded in your direction, walking off to a separate station to get to work.

Wide-eyed from how fast the older Peter got to work (you couldn’t begin to explain how hard it was to get Peter and Ned on task usually), you moved on, shifting your gaze back over to the whiteboard you’d been writing on. “Peter—” your Peter raised his hand sheepishly. “—can handle Marko and Dillon but Connors—”

“—I’ve got Connors. I’ve already cured him once, it’s no big deal.”

You turned to look at Peter, the one who had arrived with the suit on.

He was a strange guy, that’s all you could really say about him. Throughout the night, you’d caught him staring at you with a conflicted look, tears lining his eyes and his fists clenched at his sides. As soon as he’d catch you staring back, his eyes would snap away, though his chest still rose aggressively as if the sight of you caused him to hyperventilate. It was confusing to say the least.

“…Okay,” you trailed, watching as he snatched the vial from your hand, as if touching you would give him a literal disease. Quickly, Peter shuffled to his own station, cracking a small joke to the older Peter as he passed, which irritated you a bit.

Honestly, you weren’t even sure why he was getting under your skin. You were usually so collected and kind and welcoming towards others…

Maybe that’s the reason you were frustrated—the fact that people usually took an instant liking to you… And you didn’t mean it in a self-absorbed way, it was just that you always made the effort to make those around you feel at ease, comfortable.

For the life of you, you couldn’t understand why this Peter Parker was avoiding you like the plague.

“Well, let’s get started!” MJ pumped her fists awkwardly, trying to deflect from the obvious situation between you and the new Peter.

……………………………………..

For the next half hour or so, you’d been wandering between stations, feeling the desire to help in anyway. You hated feeling useless and though you probably should’ve just sat down and stayed out of the way, you still hovered.

Luckily, the older Peter didn’t really mind, explaining his anti-serum to you with genuine enthusiasm which you appreciated.

A few tables over, Peter heard your gentle laughs mixed along with the older Peter’s. Shaking it off, he tried to ignore the ache in his chest, his hands shaking as he combined some ingredients together. It didn’t matter how hard he tried to distract himself; everything reminded him of you—down to the very cure he was concocting (his version of you had helped him create it years back).

Your laugh was like music to his ears, filling his heart with immeasurable joy before his mind squashed it with the impending realization that you weren’t his you. That no matter what, he had to continue to live without you and that realization hurt him as much as your death.

Your approaching figure caused Peter to panic, the tremor in his hand knocking the vial over. Witnessing the disaster about to unfold, you lunged forward, wrapping your fingers around the tipping glass and setting it upright.

Frozen, Peter stared at your hands, his own supernatural reflexes failing him as he panicked in your presence.

In a way, he felt absolutely horrible for ignoring you. In reality, all he truly wanted to do was wrap you in his arms and kiss you until your lips were numb. He wanted to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness. But the thought of losing you twice was too scary… so he did the only thing he could do.

Distanced himself so that you couldn’t wiggle your way into his heart even deeper.

“Thanks,” Peter finally mumbled, remembering that you were standing there expectantly.

Your heart plummeting from his seeming lack of compassion, you cleared your throat, shifting from foot to foot. “No worries.”

He didn’t look up, continuing as if you weren’t there. If he had looked up, you would’ve seen the mournful gleam in his eye.

“An easy fix?” You knew you should’ve just given up; it would’ve saved you from further embarrassment and irritation, but you hated that your presence made him visibly uncomfortable. You were desperate to get to the bottom of it.

Peter kept his head ducked, the tremor in his hands still disrupting his work but he was pushing through it. “Pretty easy, yeah. Just need a few more things though.”

Without waiting for a response, Peter flew away from his station, heading toward the supply closet in the hallway.

Just leave him alone, you thought. But then you realized that the plan wouldn’t go smoothly if he didn’t fully cooperate with you. That thought sent you rushing after him, ignoring the glances from everyone else in the room.

Inside the closet, Peter could hear your hasty footsteps heading in his direction and he tried to prepare himself, knowing that you were insanely stubborn and you’d get something out of him one way or another.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on with you,” you started, closing the door gently behind you. “But I need to know that you’ll be clear-headed out there tonight. Otherwise, this whole thing might go down the drain.”

Silence.

You tried once more. “I usually cook up the plan around here. It’s kinda my thing in the group and, you know, I have a really good feeling about this one but I just don’t know if you’re completely on board.”

Standing there with that stupid lab coat (that honestly made him look ten times hotter), his lack of response was making you feel like a complete idiot.

A red, hot fury soared to your head before you could stop it. “This plan won’t work unless you talk to me!”

Still, he wouldn’t meet your eye, clearing his throat and continuing to rummage around the supplies as if he had only heard the buzz of a fly.

“What is your problem? You don’t even know me!” It came out more aggressive than you intended. You weren’t usually the type to act out emotionally, but it wasn’t fair that this Peter Parker seemed to make the instant decision to hate you as soon as he stepped through that portal.

You felt the sting of tears pooling in your eyes and you angrily wiped them away before they could even fall. You absolutely hated that your body’s natural response to intense frustration was tears. Like, what was crying supposed to do? Absolutely nothing.

In the midst of all this, you failed to realize that Peter froze. With bated breath, you waited for him to say something, to move…anything.

“I don’t even know you?” His voice was bitter, full of deep and raw pain. You could hear it clearly and it confused you. “God, it would be easier that way, wouldn’t it?”

You racked your brain, trying to think of anything you might’ve done to make him so resentful towards you. Maybe you stepped on his shoe? Slammed a door on his hand without realizing? Honestly, what the fuck could it be—?

“I knew you,” he nodded, keeping his back towards you—something that was irritating you more and more as the seconds ticked by.

Maybe you should’ve waited for him to continue but you couldn’t help it. “Okay, good,” you crossed your arms defiantly. “Then what’s up? Was I mean to you or something?”

“Mean,” he repeated, chuckling humorlessly. Okay. Now he was starting to piss you off.

“God, I’m sorry for whatever the other me did to you but I don’t understand what you’re so afraid or scared of—”

“You died!” His sudden outburst startled you. The crack in his voice bounced off the walls of the closet, hitting you deep in the chest. “You died.”

Immediately, you had no idea what to do with those words. You froze, your chest falling flat from the lack of oxygen in your lungs. You died?

Staring at his shaking figure, you realized your death must’ve done quite a number on him. A flood of guilt washed over you—you were reading into this all wrong. He wasn’t angry at you or resentful towards you—he was genuinely afraid. Down to his very core, you could tell.

Wait—when he was talking about his MJ earlier on the rooftop… was he talking about you?

Flabbergasted, you tried to regain your composure, spluttering some odd syllables in an attempt to form a sentence, or heck, even a word. But he wasn’t done, his body slowly spinning around to face yours. “You died in my arms… You want to know what I’m scared of? I’m scared of everything. I’m scared to move. I’m scared to breathe. I’m scared to touch you.”

The air in the room seemed to drop several degrees lower, goosebumps rising along your arms as you stared at the handsome man before you. There he was, a complete stranger to you, but to him, you were anything but.

“I’m—I’m sorry—”

“I can’t lose you again. I won’t survive. So I can’t let you in. I can’t.”

Through his eyes, Peter watched you fidget with your bracelets nervously, eyes darting everywhere as you tried to contain your feelings. It was familiar— watching you bottle everything up. Something he’d always correct you on back when you were alive and in his arms.

Your likeliness to her was remarkable—it was like he was stuck in an extraordinarily vivid dream, staring at his heart’s one desire— breathing with pumping blood under your skin. Because the last time he’d seen you in real life, your body was cold, and your skin lacked its usual glow.

The pale sheen that had colored your complexion as you laid there dead in his arms all those months ago haunted him every night.

So, standing here seeing you again when that was the one thing he’d wanted since that night was excruciating. His throat burned from holding back his grief-stricken sobs, his legs wobbled from the effort of holding up his stunned body (when all he wanted to do was fall into your arms and never leave them again), his eyes stung from holding back tears and his lips ached because they longed to touch yours. To seek the comfort only your lips could bring; it was like muscle memory.

“It’s easier this way, Y/N.”

“No,” you protested, surprising yourself and Peter. “It isn’t easier this way. Because in order for all of this to be over, we need to work as a team… and—and you can’t keep torturing yourself like this. It isn’t healthy.”

His eyes were still stubbornly trained to the ground.

“Peter—”

He recoiled from your touch and you instantly drew your hand back, feeling guilty for overstepping.

The sound of his name leaving your lips was blissful, though you didn’t know it. Hell, anything that left your lips sounded heavenly to Peter. But your touch was too sudden—his arm seemed to burn from the contact and though his heart wanted you to touch him again, his brain was too overwhelmed.

It was like he said: Peter couldn’t move around you. Or breathe. Or touch you. Or even look at you in the eye.

He knew that once he did that, he’d be absolutely fucked. Because it would be impossible to go on living his life knowing you’re out there, alive and still full of that same compassion he’d always envied.

“Look at me,” you tried, heart racing as you began to feel desperate. “Peter, please.”

“I can’t do this,” he denied, shaking his head and hastily grabbing the material he needed then making his exit. “I can’t.”

With that, he left you alone in the supply closet, your heart feeling strained and lungs starving for air.

………………………………………

After your confrontation (which the other Peters heard, you were sure of it) in the supply closet, Peter seemed a bit more cooperative, offering you full sentence responses whenever you directed something at him. Still, he didn’t quite look you in the eye.

But nevertheless, the plan was set in stone, your Peter leaving first to call the Daily Bugle and expose his location to the other villains. Then the other two followed, fully suited up and equipped with the cures.

Originally, the idea was that you’d stay in the lab waiting for Peter’s signal to close up the portal. It was a good plan with little room for error but of course life didn’t work that way.

Under the intense pressure of the mission, Ned found himself unable to close the portal, though you made sure to make him feel good about opening it in the first place. You reminded him that he was a natural and the praise seemed to be working… but not quick enough. Because the Lizard caught sight of the box in MJ’s grasp, diving through the portal and knocking all three of you out of the way.

“Shoot!” You yelled, scrambling to your feet and trying to make sense of the situation. Several feet away, you spotted your friends, both of them sprinting away from the chaos between Spider-Man and Connors.

“Go!” Spider-Man yelled. You quickly realized from the tone of his voice that it was your Peter and you hesitated for a moment, your feet failing you as you tried to glance back at the fight. You tumbled toward the ground again, slicing your palms and knees on the broken pieces of wood from the shattered tables. “Y/N, I’m serious!”

“I know, I know,” you exclaimed, recovering as quickly as possible and jumping through the portal. “Jeez!”

At this point, MJ and Ned were levels away from you, your fall delaying you by a good minute. Inwardly, you cursed your lack of coordination. “MJ! Ned! You guys good?!” You hollered, pushing your legs as fast as you could down the steps.

Your voice caused Peter to whip around, frantically searching for you in the chaos. What were you doing here? You were supposed to be in the lab where it was safe—

Oh—oh. Not safe. Definitely not safe, he thought as he swung over and saw the younger Peter engaged in combat right in the smack dab middle of Ned’s Midtown portal.

Quickly, Peter searched for you again, swinging along the side of the statue for a glimpse at your figure. Finally, he spotted you… but not in the state he was expecting.

In all honesty, one could say you looked peaceful. Your eyes were closed and the scream that had escaped your mouth was long since gone.

But to Peter, the sight was his worst nightmare all over again. The ringing in his ears muted him to his own desperate scream—a scream of your name. And then his body finally jumped into action, the disconnection between his brain and his limbs vanishing as soon as he determined he wouldn’t let history repeat itself.

Faster and faster, you fell from the Statue of Liberty, at the hand of the Green Goblin who’d pushed you off the edge with nothing but malicious malintent and a horrendous cackle to fill the air of the night.

Knowing your Peter was busy fighting off the other villains and the other Peters were likely doing the same, you’d accepted your death as soon as you went tumbling off the side of the monument. Closing your eyes seemed to make it easier—it almost felt like you were freefalling from a cliff, surrounded by your friends on a sunny seaside vacation. At least that’s what you told yourself anyway.

It made your landing a softer pill to swallow.

Water, it’ll be like landing in refreshing water after a thrilling dive.

If your eyes were open, you would’ve seen your Peter’s desperate efforts to save you, his attempt thwarted by the very same villain who’d caused your fall in the first place. And then you would’ve seen the person you least expected to come to your aid— the Spider-Man who you believed wanted nothing more than to obliterate any trace of you from his life.

Even when he had explained it to you in that supply closet, it seemed you didn’t understand the true depth of his conflict and love for you.

Peter knew he was getting closer to you, but it seemed like he wasn’t falling fast enough, your body horribly getting closer and closer to the ground. A chunk of railing flew in his path, debris from the fight overhead but he didn’t let it deter him, diving past it and miraculously getting close enough to grab your hand.

Shocked by the contact, your eyes flew open and you jolted in midair as you finally met Peter Parker’s hazel eyes. Your peace was suddenly destroyed as you saw the top of the Statue of Liberty growing smaller from behind Peter’s figure, your vision of cliff-diving obliterated in a fit of panic.

But before you could make a sound, Peter wrapped his body around yours, arms going around your torso firmly and your legs wrapping around him tightly. Before you could blink, you were on the sweet, sweet ground. Albeit in Peter’s arms but still, back on the ground.

It seemed like the dam had finally been broken in many ways—you were closer to Peter than you’d ever been before, wrapped in his arms and grasping his neck tightly, and his tears were finally flowing down his flushed cheeks.

Heart pounding from the adrenaline, you tried to say something… anything. “Are you okay?”

Feeling his heart connect with yours once more, Peter looked down and into your eyes. “Yeah.” And he finally meant it. “Are you?”

“Never been better,” you smiled tightly, scratching the hair at the nape of his neck and jumping out of his arms swiftly. “Thanks for that. I thought I was a goner.”

Peter gulped, licking his lips nervously. “Listen, I-I—”

“Peter Three!” The older Peter called from the top of the monument, engaged in an intense battle with the Goblin.

But Peter didn’t look up, his gaze stuck on yours as if they were locked forever now.

You knew that they needed Spider-Man’s help. Pushing his chest gently, deciding that all boundaries were torn down now, you snapped him out of it. “Go, Peter. You can tell me when you get back.”

“Okay,” he breathed, the ghost of a smile on his face as he felt his heart slowly start to mend itself back together for the first time since your death.

Maybe letting you back in wasn’t so bad after all. It wasn’t like he could fall for you anymore than he already had—he was sure if he loved you any more than he still did, he’d have to go seek some sort of help because feeling so intensely toward someone had to be dangerous.

Now, you finally understood why he’d been pushing you away so hard. Because you saw the love in his eyes when they finally met yours. The sheer intensity of the pain that came with loving you was the sole reason for his detachment, which you had foolishly mistaken as anger and hatred.

“Okay, Bugboy.”

His genuine laugh was the last thing you heard before the Amazing Spider-Man swung away, swiftly disappearing into the night and leaving you with a warm feeling in your stomach.

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[the-travelling-witch]

Public persona vs behind closed doors

summary: the side they show the world vs the side they only show you

pairings: timeskip!suna x gn!reader; atsumu x gn!reader; oikawa x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: ngl, this turned out longer than I anticipated it to be (~2.5k words)

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SUNA

Suna is known to wear a deadpan expression and be curt with interview questions

Only drops it to make a sassy remark or scoff at the twins (they still bicker as much as in high school)

His face is mostly hidden by his phone anyway

So naturally, news outlets came to the conclusion that with his seemingly aloof and somewhat cold personality he would not make for a caring boyfriend

Oh, how wrong they are

Easily one of the most attentive boyfriends out there, his skills in reading people don´t just work on the court but he can tell what mood you´re in with zero effort

Doesn´t hide the fact that he is dating someone but also doesn´t flaunt your relationship

Has no qualms about pda but respects your boundaries and keeps it low-key

Expect some kisses to your forehead here and an arm around your shoulder or waist there (unless you´re uncomfortable with that)

Once you´re in a private location though be prepared to be pulled in his lap for a well-deserved round of cuddles and a potential nap

He knows that you know he loves you but he can´t help but wonder if the articles are right about him being too stand-offish, so he tries to make it up to you by giving you extra attention when you´re at home, far from the prying eyes of everyone else

You dragged your boyfriend along the aisle of the supermarket, your intertwined hands swinging slightly between you. Even after his exhausting practice, Suna had insisted he come grocery shopping with you when he saw you leave the house.

“You know, Rin, you didn´t have to tag along if you´re tired. I could´ve managed running errands on my own”, you said, lightly poking his ribs. You would poke his cheek but the man is just too tall, damn volleyball players and their height.

“ ´m not tired”, he answered while stifling a yawn looking at the vegetable aisle. He pocketed his phone but not without you catching a glimpse of the polaroid taken at the last New Year´s party which he kept in his phone case. It was a candid shot of you laughing at the camera while Suna gazed at you with the fondest look in his eyes.

“Mhm, yeah, sure.” In a soft tone you added “You know I don´t mind if you rest for once, right? I´d appreciate it actually.”

“But my team mates were idiots today. And I missed you.” The last sentence was barely a whisper and you wouldn´t have caught it if you didn´t stand right next too him. You cooed at his cute confession and promised him that you´d be done soon enough.

In the beginning, a lot of people, heck even his own team mates and friends, wouldn´t believe that you two were dating. With how disinterested he mostly acted it was hard for them to imagine that he cared for you as much as you cared for him. But if they were to ask you, you would adamantly claim that out of the both of you, Suna was the more attentive one.

Sure, he might not outright say it but it was obvious how important you were to him when you looked at his actions and not just at his words. Yes, he called you a spoiled brat at least three times a day but he also always sneaked some treats into the cart that were your favourite. Yes, he scolded you for being an idiot and then gave you his jacket when you forgot yours. And yes, more often than not work took up a lot of his time but whenever he came home, he brought your favourite take out and then bundled you up on the couch, whispering sweet nothings and breathy “I love you”s in your ear, while a movie of your choice played on the TV.

Once you were at home and had packed away all the food, you joined your boyfriend on the couch where he promptly pulled you on top of him and tightened his grip on you. As if you had any intention of leaving in the first place. You know that once Suna had his arms around you, you´d be stuck there for a while, which made it really hard to get out of bed in the morning.

You put on a show the two of you had started recently but it was more of a background noise, all your attention on the man beneath you, who was on the best way to dreamland. The only indication that he was not quite there yet were the little kisses he placed on top of your head every once in a while.

Earlier that day you had seen another magazine suggesting that Suna Rintarou would make for a terrible partner, which you had mentally scoffed at. But right now, it was downright laughable. With your hands running throw his smooth locks, his soft snores and heartbeat right here only for you to hear, you were sure this was paradise. Especially with how close he held you even while asleep.

ATSUMU

Often painted as a flirt by tabloids and fans

This goes all the way back to high school, where he and his brother always managed to garner a lot of attention

So, people started matching his pretty face with the persona of a player

And Atsumu doesn´t help the situation either by always trying to come off as smooth or suave, giving the cameras his most handsome grin

But this isn´t what you get to see

You´ve known ever since he let you further into his life that it´s just that, a persona, a façade, that drops as soon as he comes home to you

A true baby that wants nothing more than your attention on him when he gets home

Will follow you around like a puppy when you´re busy but never in an overbearing way, he hates when you´re annoyed with him (you could never actually stay mad at him)

Whenever you scroll past a headline of paparazzi seemingly spotting him with someone else, he feels a pang of guilt

Your relationship is no secret, he posts regularly about you on social media and has often been seen with you at a restaurant, shopping etc

If he was a comic figure there´d be hearts floating around his head whenever he looks at you

So, he is heart-broken that you have to read such false speculation, although you never believe them anyway

You heard the door open and close before a heavy weight slumped over your shoulder. This weight, also going by the name of Miya Atsumu, draped itself further onto you, which did nothing to help you with cooking, pressing innocent kisses all over your nape and shoulder “A missed ya today, angel. Left so early this morning.”

The setter of the Black Jackals had been busier than ever the last couple of weeks to prepare for an upcoming tournament, spending most of his days in the gym or on the court. Given his ambitious nature, he was working himself harder than anyone else, driven by his desire for perfecting his sets and services. And being the understanding s/o that you were, you support him every step of the way, which didn´t mean you´ve never argued about both his physical and mental health before.

However, you knew how important his work was to him and you also knew how stubborn he could be about ´having to improve´ so for now, you had resigned yourself to making sure he at least took care of himself.

The second you were done with your meals, you were picked up and carried to the couch, your boyfriend flopping on top of you. He´s been unusually quiet this evening, which is another indicator of how exhausted he must be. Normally, he´d be excitedly telling you about his day or would ask questions about yours, but currently, he was simply tracing random shapes onto your waist and basking in your warmth.

This moment was short-lived though because when he turned his head to get more comfortable, his gaze fell onto the glossy cover of a magazine on the coffee table. On the front cover was none other than your boyfriend, who apparently was seen with some model at a charity event you couldn´t attend.

“Babe, what´s this doing here?”, he asked, suddenly more awake and already grabbing for the gossip paper. “Ya didn´t buy this, right?”

“Huh? Oh, that came with the mail today. I just didn´t throw it away yet”, you answer, brushing your fingers through the blond hair falling into his eyes. “Why would I want to read some false article about you, when I can have you all to myself?”

“Ya know it´s not true, right? It never is. A would never hurt ya like that, ya hear me, angel?” Taking the magazine and throwing it back onto the table, you gently cupped his face, tracing your thumb along his cheekbones slowly.

“I know, ´tsumu. For the record, I never believed a single word those nosy people wrote about you. But you have to admit some stories are pretty out there. I´d actually be impressed if you could pull that off,” you teased. Burrowing his head in your chest again, Atsumu let out something in between a whine and a groan before coming face-to-face with you once again.

“Yer killing me here, ya know that, angel? Gotta make it up to me,” he smirked, shortly after attacking you with at least a million kisses all over your face.

OIKAWA

Actually flaunts your relationship

Legit will not shut up about you

He´s just that in love with you and everyone in earshot has to suffer because of it

So whenever a tabloid comes out with some sort of suggestion that he was seeing or meeting someone else literally nobody believes it

Doesn´t drop his flirty demeanour though, it´s still Oikawa we´re talking about, but he never means any of it unless it´s directed at you

Let´s just say that he knows how to work a crowd, especially if it´s made up of his fans, you can´t deny that, and considering a large portion of his income comes from ads and sponsorships it´s also kind of part of his job

As I said, at the end of the day you´re still the only one he´s madly enamoured with

And how could you feel anything but special when he showers you in love and genuine compliments every time he sees you?

Knows what it´s like to fight with insecurities so he never wants you to have to worry about the security of your relationship

It was somewhere around midnight when you got a call from your boyfriend´s best friend, Iwaizumi. Oikawa was currently out with his 3 besties from high school, the infamous Seijoh four together once again. Now that the volleyball season was over, the pro setter finally had more time to himself and could actually meet up with his friends and you were truly happy for him.

“Please come and get your boyfriend. He´s been talking about you non-stop for like half an hour already. Please y/n, I beg you.” There was a sudden commotion in the background and then you heard the man of the hour cheerily yelling at greeting you.

“Y/N IS THAT YOU??”

“Yes, it´s me Tooru. Seems like you´re having fun”, you chuckled. Normally, he wouldn´t get that drunk but not when those three had anything to say about it. This is what they get, you smirked.

“But it´d be more fun with you here.” You could basically hear his pout through the line. And then there was more life in his voice again “Mattsun, Makki, did I tell you about the time y/n and I were at that sports gala-“

“Yes, you did. About-“ Matsukawa looked down at his watch “About ten minutes ago.”

“Now, give me back my phone, Shittykawa.” Definitely Iwa.

“But I´m talking to y/n” your boyfriend whined “Wait, Iwa-chan, why do you have y/n´s number?”

Somewhere behind him, you could hear Iwaizumi groan and Makki trying to stifle a laugh. You thought you could even hear something that sounded suspiciously like a palm hitting a forehead. “We went to the same high school, I´ve known them for years.”

Their bickering grew a bit fainter and you could hear Makki sigh into the phone “You see what we´ve been dealing with? Please, do us all a favour and come pick him up.”

You decided to have mercy on the boys and drove over to the bar they were at. The second you came in eyeshot of their table, someone almost tackled you to the ground. You assumed something like this might happen. So, you steadied Oikawa and bid the other three good-night after ensuring that they´d all have a way of getting home safely.

Getting Oikawa to the car was easy, getting him IN the car not so much. He´d cling to you like a koala and start whining the second you stepped away from him. After a couple of minutes of wrestling your boyfriend into the passenger seat, you finally manage to strap him in and shut the door. If that´s what it was like to have kids, then you understood why a lot of people just adopted cats instead.

During the drive home, Oikawa quieted down notably, seemingly content when you intertwined your hands over the console. As he brushed his thumb along your knuckles, he muttered something to himself and you had to ask him to repeat what he just said.

“I´m sorry, mi amor.” Even after his time in Argentina, the nickname still stuck and it never failed to make the butterflies in your stomach have a dance party. “I know I was so busy the last weeks and I know you think volleyball is the most important thing in my life but it´s not. You are. I realised that when I saw how you prepared lunch for me every day and when you were never mad at me when I wasn´t home for long. And now you´re taking care of me again. I´m sorry you have to put up with all of that.”

You pulled over the car and turned his head towards you. It was not fair how even in the light of the streetlamp on the side of the road, at half-past midnight, Oikawa Tooru was still the most beautiful person you ever laid eyes on, inside and out. Lovingly, you wiped away a stray tear that made its way down his cheek and gave him a reassuring smile.

“There´s nothing to be sorry for, Tooru. I love you, so naturally, I want to take care of you. I knew what I was getting into when you asked me out. Volleyball will always play a huge part in your life and I´ll be right there cheering you on, okay?”

“Okay.” And with that, he leaned over and softly pressed his lips on yours.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu scenarios #suna x reader #atsumu x reader #oikawa x reader #suna fluff #atsumu fluff #oikawa fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #holly´s potions

[kcrabb88]

I bought Turn on DVD cause I don’t trust Netflix not to take it away (though season 4 weirdly is out on digital and not Blu-Ray?) anyway the POINT is there is a cut scene where Ben is talking to Washington about how every time he sees an execution he thinks of Nathan Hale, who was his close friend at Yale (also true in history!) and Washington is all “and how many executions have you witnessed?” and Ben says “14 sir.” And he’s all sad and ANGRY and I want to HUG HIM. 

Like BYE why did they cut that SCENE??? Had I been a writer on this show I would have had that scene, and then shown Ben going out to sit by the fire with Caleb or something. But, they didn’t ask me, so. (They should have). 

It made me flash back to season 1 where Washington talks about how Nathan Hale talked about Ben to him, and the two friends Ben missed from back home “a whaler named Brewster and a farmer named Woodhull” which like, it’s one of my favorite scenes it’s so good. 

Anyway that hurt my feelings, ouch.

#She said hypocritically #As she edits a fic where she is VERY MEAN to Ben #I mean #There is lots of comfort! But you gotta uh do the hurt first #ANYWAY I love this show #And I feel STRONGLY that any of my Les Mis friends would very much love it as well #If you like Les Mis you will like Turn and also Black Sails #I feel this to be true #There are others who like all three who can attest :D #I'm tag rambling #Turn AMC #Ben Tallmadge

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i found out about dream smp around three months ago.

i watched several videos three days ago and yesterday.

and i think.

i mean i am strongly convinced.

that i pro-o-obably fell into the community.

#or maybe not. #idk. the time will show. #it's funny tho. #jokes about homeless dream are funny even if i dunno the situation that caused them... #ANYWAY #even if i still dunno all plot #i kinda... love it. #especially dream's character. #omg he is amazing i love him. #(please release him from prison he doesn't deserve it. :D) #tubbo is also incredible. and tommy!!! they are amazing. X) #im trying not to get overexcited bcs it will cause burnout for sure and i will drop this after like two or three month. #that's how it works for me yeah. #why not writing all this stuff in the main post? #uh i dunno i just want to do like this hehe.

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you ever get so happy you literally shake in excitement?

#im that happy rn #serotonin? #(whats the difference between serotonin and dopamine?) #anyway one of those just flooded my brain #im ecstatic #i love people #why did im ecstatic show up thrice? #lmao #ima keep it that way #fits me rn #AHHHHHH IM HAPPY #itll go away in a bit but i want to it last longer #XD XD XD we should use those again #:D :D :D HAPPY #awww im ecstatic doesnt show up three times once i post it #welp

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The Tragedy of Israel Hands

A play in three Acts. 

Remember how I said I’d write up some Izzy meta? Well here’s the short version. I have a google doc full of 10+ pages of notes and individual scene breakdowns for each episode, but I don’t know if I want to pull all that out and unpack everything with that level of detail just yet.

As a tribute to Con O’Neill, I’m going to stick to the top-level summaries of what I’ve noticed. His acting is brilliant! Go and rewatch OFMD and appreciate his performance, please.

The pure tragedy of Izzy Hands adds an extraordinary level of depth, contrast, and context to the romance between Edward Teach and Stede Bonnet -- beyond mere antagonism! -- that I’m still a bit overcome with inexpressible awe and admiration. I’ll do my best to stick to the outline to encourage you to go back and rewatch the show with a focus on Izzy’s perspective. :)

I also submit to you David’s tweet (pictured here) about the complexities of the relationship between Izzy and Edward and David’s polygon interview (skip to the end) as further motivation to do that rewatch. 

I made myself unbearably sad about Izzy as a character while also accepting (and acknowledging) the sheer damage he’s doing to himself and his relationships -- and now you can join me in a hell of Izzy’s own making, too! :D

Warning this is so fucking long you probably should be sitting down.

Act I - Trouble in Izzy’s Pirate Paradise

Basically, Izzy fails to understand that he has never gotten to know Edward as a person beyond what they’ve done to construct the Blackbeard legend together. His assumption that he knows what’s best for Edward and that he has to protect the “legendary Blackbeard” become the seeds of his own undoing. Izzy’s actions directly instigate the series of events that will lead to Edward meeting and falling in love with Stede.

If you look at that process of understanding each other while falling in love as inevitable between Edward and Stede, then Izzy’s attempts to thwart that relationship, as well as his crushing ignorance about the inner life of probably the only person he thinks of as a friend(!), are really devastating. 

Con O’Neill plays this really well in scene. I’ll hit the highlights.

01- Pilot (Stede Bonnet & Crew vs. The English Navy)

Izzy doesn’t appear in this episode, so consider the English officers (Wellington and Hornberry) as a kind of stand-in foreshadowing the consequences of hubris. Remember, it’s one of the officers looking through a telescope and calling Stede a “fat woman in a dressing gown” that touches off the series of events that leads to the crew of The Revenge killing Nigel Badminton and taking hostages. As a point of interesting trivia, it’d be the role of a first officer like Izzy to track a ship’s course and prevent it from running aground, as occurs in the very next episode.

02- A Damned Man (...It’s Izzy. Izzy is the Damned Man.)

In a brilliant bit of staging and writing, we ‘meet’ Blackbeard-the-legend before Edward-the-man. Izzy and Edward created Blackbeard together as a practical way of taking prizes with as little resistance as possible because everyone sees the flag and gets terrified. Hint: the motive is fear. 

David Jenkins does all of this out in the open because he’s a mad genius like that and we salute him.

Recall also that Izzy’s motivations for approaching The Revenge are purely self-interested. He wants to take advantage of Stede’s misfortune and take those valuable hostages for himself, if possible. I also love the metaphorical implications of Izzy’s undoing being through hostages/damned/condemned men, too! It’s so literal and on-the-nose it’s beautiful.

Anyway, Izzy wastes a perfectly good opportunity to kill Stede Bonnet because as a god-tier duelist he’s too busy playing with his food. He takes so long to put Stede out of his misery that the rest of the crew manages to pull off even an idiotic plan.

Izzy ends up humiliated by Stede in part because he underestimates the Gentleman Pirate and his merry band of imbeciles. Even the best pirates have bad days when they get arrogant. Izzy is totally unprepared to suffer an actual defeat and in even worse news for his dignity, Fang and Ivan were both there and witnessed this and they’re 100% aware of his bullshit. 

The end of this episode also gives us a great shot of Izzy, Fang, and Ivan on Blackbeard’s ship. I love the atmosphere with spikes, black rigging, and muted colors. We’ll meet Edward in person -- and so will Stede! -- next episode.

03-  A Gentleman Pirate (… who will shortly invade Izzy’s life, while Izzy is the one capturing The Revenge, a study in irony.)

Did you forget that the opening shot of this episode was from Izzy’s perspective while he looks through a telescope at The Revenge? Because I did. Ed appears! Well, kinda. Ed is facing away from the camera and sitting in a chair in the candle-lit darkness, smoking a pipe.

We also get this exchange:

EDWARD: Wait till they make landfall then invite ‘em aboard the ship. And, Izzy, I want you to handle this personally.

IZZY: Oh, Edward, can’t I just send the boys?

EDWARD: Mm-mm. No, I want this done right. After all, he is a gentleman. We want to make a good impression.

IZZY: Stupid fuckin’ Stede Bonnet.

That last line there is the tragic refrain of Izzy Hands. He’s going to think and repeat this so much both internally and out loud, even he doesn’t even realize at this point that it’s the real beginning of the end. He’ll get the picture soon enough, but by then it will be far too late. 

And we’ll get to watch him delude himself into believing he ever had a chance at success while further ensuring his own failure. No one sabotages themselves quite like Izzy (thanks Con O’Neill!). Every attempt for Izzy to turn the ship around and restore order through his actions has both immediate and long-term consequences leading to his humiliation, isolation, and defeat.

In this episode, Izzy has done everything in his considerable power to keep this introduction from happening and, in fairness, reveals in the next episode that he’s the one that tracked Stede to the Spanish warship and attacked because Edward directed him to do so. 

“Our Prayer” by the Beach Boys plays when Stede and Edward meet. WHAT. This is amazing! Sorry, Izzy, I regret to inform you that Edward and Stede are having a religious experience known only to themselves.

Izzy probably expected Blackbeard to carry on with violence-as-usual after they invade both the Spanish warship and The Revenge as a sort of two-for-one prize. And if Stede weren’t so good at subverting expectations and charming Edward, that’s exactly what would have happened! 

Izzy did everything right as a professional and a first mate who is obeying his Captain and still the world is conspiring to thwart him. 

David also mentions in his Polygon interview that this episode is the end of the first act. So we’re going to treat it like that. 

Act II is where both the love story between Edward and Stede and the contrasting tragedy between Edward and Izzy are both going to play out on-screen and really hit their relative stride (often in the same crucial frames!).

Act II - Izzy Suspects the Obvious Truth About Edward and Stede

No one denies like Izzy Hands, no one lies like Izzy Hands, no one duels and loses and gets thoroughly sidelined like Izzy Hands!

No, I’m not sorry. He brought it on himself in so many ways, partly because he can’t see how much he doesn’t understand about Edward even when Edward explains everything in front of him in very plain language. Izzy isn’t capable of asking the right questions because he already assumes he’s right and has all the right answers. If only Edward could see it, too!

04- Discomfort in A Married State (It’s Stede and Mary but, wait, it’s also … Izzy and Edward.)

Do I even need to tell you how much I adore the scene where Izzy goes along with Edward’s dumb plan of treating Stede like Blackbeard while Stede is wearing Blackbeard’s clothes? 

Izzy plays this totally seriously and shoves Stede down in the hold and tries to get him to give orders. Then Edward, dressed like Stede, waits for Lucius to finish counting down and then lays out the situation of what it’s like to be Blackbeard in excruciatingly clear emotional detail.

If you watch Izzy’s face in this scene you’ll realize that Edward has never expressed any of these doubts in front of Izzy.

Izzy is just as taken by surprise as Stede is. It’s BRILLIANT. Then up on deck in the next scene it’s Izzy in the fog at first. He doesn’t believe that Edward has managed to do this. Edward knows Izzy doubted him! 

They share a look I still can’t decipher while everyone takes in the thick fog ( @thescreechowl​ sussed it for me). Izzy is also the one who has to tell Edward that it’s not September 2nd, it’s September the 1st. Izzy is forced to play the harbinger of doom because he’s the only one on the ship who can keep up with Edward’s reasoning.

Is it Izzy’s fault that he has to be the one to tell Edward they’re doomed? No, it’s just what a good first mate does. You’ll notice that Izzy also isn’t around for the lighthouse scene. Everyone else is at the rail celebrating without Izzy.

In the morning, after Edward makes his deal to teach Stede about being a pirate if Stede will teach him about the ways of aristocrats and fine things? Edward has to hide that from Izzy.

Izzy, in a moment of clarity, already knows the game is up and has already packed his bags to leave the ship. He knows that his open doubts from the day before have crossed a line with Edward in a way that even he can understand. And Edward, knowing that he still needs Izzy around if he’s going to follow through on his deal with Stede, tells Izzy what he needs to hear in order to keep him on The Revenge.

Izzy takes this made-up plan of Edward’s as something serious and then admits he was wrong about Ed being a deranged, unstable, erratic “twat.” This could almost count as a reconciliation between the two, except it isn’t because Edward chose to lie to him rather than tell the truth.

At the end, after Izzy tells Ed that “you’ve still got it”? Edward, wearing the clothes of a gentleman and the famous Black Cravat that used to belong to Stede, smiles, says “I know,” and then turns away from Izzy.

When Ed turns around he stops smiling. We the audience can see the change in Ed’s expression, but Izzy is still smiling behind him! Izzy doesn’t see that change from smiling to serious. The contrast between those two expressions? It devastates and chills me because Edward isn’t being honest and neither of them are pursuing a true understanding of the other. 

Ed has never been fully himself with Izzy, but Izzy is the one who doesn’t really understand that Ed hasn’t trusted Izzy with everything and has never let his first mate really know who he is past Blackbeard and brilliant sailor.

Izzy, tragic and arrogant fool that he is, truly believes that he understands Edward’s plan and is taking this suggestion to kill Stede and steal his identity at face value. 

Ed chooses to lie to Izzy in the hope that he can get what he wants and hedge his bets with that support, even if it means changing the terms of the agreement. Ed baits Izzy with the promise of becoming captain once he’s retired by stealing Stede Bonnet’s identity. Izzy, who probably can’t even imagine Edward not telling him the truth, eats this sham idea up hook, line, and sinker. 

It’s the beginning of the end of Blackbeard. It’s also the beginning of Edward starting to figure out who Ed is for real, and Izzy missing or willfully denying those changes.

05- The Best Revenge is Dressing Well (Izzy puts bows in Edward’s beard and skips the party to babysit, except all he does is embarrass himself and sacrifice his dignity and authority by being a dick.)

David Jenkins has confirmed that it’s not Stede who puts those bows in Edward’s beard, it’s Izzy, but that scene got cut for time. Tragic!

Anyway, Izzy is only present to assist Edward or discipline the crew into doing ship chores and to be honest this episode features him losing his grip on reality and authority. 

Izzy catches Black Pete and Lucius having sex and confronts them in possibly the weirdest way imaginable. Everyone thinks he’s unhinged. They see nothing wrong with a bit of casual sex and Izzy tries to play that off as a weakness, realizes he’s not getting the shame reaction he expected and has unintentionally revealed himself (Izzy, what the fuck?), and then retaliates by making Lucius remove barnacles from the side of the Revenge.

Fang, Izzy’s long-time subordinate, is also the one who spills the beans about Izzy’s unfortunate nickname as Izzy the Spewer/Dizzy Izzy. I don’t think I have to explain why Izzy wouldn’t appreciate anyone knowing about that one time when Blackbeard left him in charge of the ship during rough seas and he didn’t measure up to the challenge.

When Izzy confronts Lucius with more tasks to do that night and assumes he’ll be able to use his sexual history against him? Yeah, sorry Izzy. That’s not gonna work on this ship.

I’ve never seen a degeneration arc so swift and so complete as what happens to Izzy in this episode. His entire foundation of self-belief and identity is shaken. Who is Izzy without his authority as Blackbeard’s first mate, when everyone knows his weaknesses and no one fears or even respects him? 

I don’t know and neither does he. Damn, Izzy, this is a sad pickle you’ve got yourself into.

Also your boss is in love with fuckin’ Stede Bonnet. 

(Yes, I’m aware of the innuendo. It started out accidental but now it’s on purpose, because I sent myself into orbit and we’re all in this suffering together.)

06- The Art of Fuckery (Izzy fucks up everything so much worse than Stede.)

Izzy you tragic son of a bitch. 

Honestly this is the episode we really begin to watch The Tragedy Of Israel Hands unfold, since Izzy starts to admit to himself what he should have realized from the beginning. He’s the narrator for the opening shot!

Izzy, the most oblivious man alive, deadpanning in the background: “We’ve been almost a fortnight aboard The Revenge, and I’m beginning to suspect that Edward has no intention of ending Stede Bonnet’s life.”

Really, Izzy? It’s been almost a fortnight and you only just now came to that conclusion? I swear if irony could kill, this man would be stone dead. He makes it worse by claiming that “if he didn’t know better” he’d think Edward had been seduced by Stede!

And then we have the whole “run me through” scene with Izzy listening and making all his (for once, correct, but not in the way he thinks) assumptions. It’s funny as fuck that both Fang and Ivan know they’re not killing Stede, despite whatever promises Izzy may think Edward has made to him.

What’s funny about this is that Izzy is simultaneously in denial about the possibility of this relationship and also willing to use it in order to get rid of Stede! Izzy will allow that this seduction may possibly have occurred if acknowledging the attachment will accomplish his goal of ridding himself of fuckin’ Stede Bonnet. The absolute mindfuckery of this strategy is killing me.

This man who knows better? This is the same man who tells Stede, “I know Edward adores you.” That’s so far beyond fucked up as a manipulation tactic that in fairness I don’t have a way to fully unpack it beyond Izzy being simultaneously unable to deny the evidence and also incapable of accepting the probable outcome.

Later, after Stede &. Crew complete their fuckery, Izzy presumably doesn’t understand Edward’s history, what the Kraken represents for him, or that (ouch!) Edward doesn’t consider him a friend. 

So when Izzy challenges Stede in order to spare Edward from having to kill the man himself (this would be their usual routine), Izzy won’t be aware that Edward would now rather have worked things out rather than seeing either of them duel. Izzy is carrying out what he sees as his duty.

What really fucks me up here is both that Izzy is trying to spare Edward the pain of killing Stede and that Edward is also letting him go through with it! There’s no world in which Edward successfully puts a stop to this duel or can justify asking Izzy to stand down. They respect(?!) each other too much for that.

When Stede wins the duel on a technicality, further recall and keep in mind that Izzy was the one who doomed himself by suggesting banishment as part of the terms to make it interesting. 

The ominous music playing in the background while Izzy rows away from the Revenge is first heard in the “Blackbeard” theme back at the end of Episode 2. Did I mention I really love this show?

I’ve decided to treat this first break between Izzy and Edward as the end of Act II, because ... brace yourself, it’s about to get even worse! :D

Act III - Izzy Betrays Edward’s Trust While Trying to Save Him

Izzy fails to take responsibility for his actions and decides to compound that error by doing increasingly terrible things, including possibly selling out the only friend(?) he thinks he’s ever had ... by rationalizing that it’s for his own good. 

Izzy you sick tragic fuck. Edward is never going to forgive you, and you’re going to end up in hell dealing with The Kraken instead of the Blackbeard you knew.

07- This Is Happening (Izzy betrays Edward because Ed betrays Blackbeard, at least in Izzy’s mind.)

Izzy completely fails to admit that Edward likes Stede because Stede wants to get to know him as a person and Izzy can only conceptualize this as insanity. Edward was half-insane before he met Stede and Izzy probably would accept him being half-insane again rather than admit whatever the fuck is going on might be both permanent and, if you’re Ed, preferable to returning to the usual.

We don’t see Izzy until the last minutes of the episode, wherein he is doing his level best to end fuckin’ Stede Bonnet once again because he’s “done something to my boss’s brain.”

Izzy, we regret to inform you that’s called love. We know they’re both idiots, but give them a break, they’ve never been in love before!

08- We Gull Way Back (Izzy fucks up even worse, which is impressive when you consider he doesn’t physically appear in this episode.)

Calico Jack reveals he was sent by Izzy Hands, who he calls a sentimental bastard for wanting to get Edward out before the English showed up.

For Ed, he and Stede are now a “we,” so Ed responds that: “Izzy sold me out.”

Yeah, Izzy, Ed will not be forgiving or forgetting that you only meant to catch Stede in your trap and is definitely taking this personally. 

09- Act of Grace (Izzy gets decked by Ed and deserves it.)

Did you catch the part where Chauncey refers to “Captain” Hands? Who has already agreed to commit himself to the King’s service in exchange for Edward’s life? Izzy what has been going on in your head.

IZZY: Edward, I know you’re upset, but it was the only-- [Edward punches him.]

IZZY: Okay ... that’s fair.

Izzy cannot even begin to understand the circumstances of Edward’s fury, but he knows what it looks like when it’s directed at him and he for damn sure accepts Edward’s right to pass judgment on his actions.

Pay really close attention to that speech Izzy makes when he’s trying to convince Edward that Stede’s death is the right thing and the only humane way to end it and then Edward’s reaction to that speech.

Izzy makes every practical argument about how firing squad is the right way for this situation to end and it’s in part his words that push Ed into shouting “Act of Grace.”

Fuck me but the realization in Izzy’s voice when it’s Ed saying the words? Izzy you started this! Yet he still doesn’t realize even when it’s happening that Ed is committed to doing whatever it takes to save Stede Bonnet’s life.

Izzy’s even there when Ed signs the Act of Grace! Of the pirates, it’s just Izzy and Stede there to witness this choice. As it has been since the beginning. Stede sees more of Ed than anyone else ever has, without realizing what it all means. Izzy doesn’t understand what’s changed but probably realizes better than Stede does why it’s happening.

The point is Ed chooses to sign the Act of Grace even when Stede tries to let him off the hook and Izzy has prepared an alternative path. Ed is so thoroughly committed to this path that he’ll accept no substitutes.

Can we talk about how Izzy as Captain Hands portrays himself as “tough and fair” while also eating dinner on the deck of the ship in front of the crew while they’re working? Self-deluded guy thinks Fang and Ivan will back him up and puts himself in the same position as Stede when the crew wanted to mutiny in Episode 1.

Edward told you back in Episode 6 to be careful what you asked your god for, because she might just answer! Coincidence? Haven’t met her.

Can we talk about how surprised Izzy is to see Ed turn up without the beard? How Ed just ignores that the crew is in the middle of a mutiny and is the one who allows Izzy to go right back to his role as first mate? Ed just interrupted Izzy getting the comeuppance for his arrogance.

Let’s move on because thinking about it too much is going to destroy me, and we’ve still got one episode left.

10- Wherever You Go, There You Are (Ed turns into the Kraken and Izzy, because he’s monumentally fucked up, thinks that’s a good thing... for now.)

Izzy has presumably been the only one Ed spoke to until asking for Lucius, because whether Edward likes it or not, he’s used to relying on Izzy to play the role of first mate. Izzy looks so rattled not only by the change in Edward here but also by not knowing what to do beyond ... go back to doing what he’s always done and praying that works out, somehow.

Izzy is sitting up amongst the rest of the crew while Edward is singing and at the end, when he tries to correct them and enforce Captain or Blackbeard as a form of address, it’s Ed who corrects him and says he’d rather be known as Edward from now on. 

Izzy’s look of utter shock and surprise gets me every time. Remember, he serves Blackbeard!

Up next: Izzy why are you like this?

Izzy, in speaking plainly, confesses that he should’ve let the English kill Edward and uses what should be a gesture of physical affection as a taunt. Izzy knows Edward well enough to know what will make him doubt himself and his choices to try a different life. Izzy wants Edward to go back to being Blackbeard but he has no fucking idea what he’s just unleashed, instead.

And then we’ve got Leonard Cohen’s “Avalanche” playing while Edward makes his transformation. 

Other people have discussed how fucked up the toe scene is (does this show go hard or does it go hard?) and, I’m going to go a bit out on a limb here, and say that Izzy thinks this brutality is what he wants because it’s who Blackbeard should be. Above all else, loyalty to his Captain, no matter who that is or what he has to endure.

And I’m going to stand by the reading that “it’s complicated” because the lyrics overlaying that?

The crumbs of love you offer me / are the crumbs I’ve left behind

The most fucked up reading possible is that these lines are referring to Izzy and Edward’s fucked up relationship. So that’s where I’m going with this.

Fucking Izzy Hands doesn’t fully realize what’s about to hit all of them and is still prepared to be loyal and accept whatever fucked up justice Edward distributes as what he deserves for betraying him in the first place. Did you notice that it’s Izzy who uses Stede’s first name, now? 

Or that Izzy has adopted Stede’s language in front of the other crewmembers while he and Ivan are marooning them. That when the crew ask where Jim is, Izzy replies that, “Edward probably wanted to discuss feelings or something?”

That it’s Izzy who sends everyone down into the Kraken’s lair to decide whether or not they’ll be part of his new crew?

That it’s Edward who calls the crew Bonnet’s playthings and no longer uses Stede’s first name?

Izzy’s the one standing next to Edward, holding a gun on Frenchie as he hoists the new flag. No longer is it enough to be loud and a jerk, or to stick to verbal threats until violence is the practical alternative! Think back to the beginning when Izzy just bought Stede’s hostages without getting violent.

Violence is now the rule rather than the exception.

How the fuck far is Izzy going to go when he’s just glad to be serving Blackbeard? How the fuck much is he going to be willing to suffer when violence is the new normal rather than one of many tools to get what they want? 

Con O’Neill is a magnificent bastard who managed to act out Izzy Hands’s entire operatic fucked up tragedy in full view of Edward Teach’s love story while in the same frames as Stede Bonnet.

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK.

#our flag means death meta #izzy hands #ofmd meta #our flag means death #ofmd #our flag means death spoilers #long post #here it is folks ready to be fucked up about how fucked up and tragic Izzy hands is? #because i wasn't and i wrote this #ferus regrets understanding izzy hands and appreciating him #i don't even like him and he's STILL tragic #con o'neill #con o'neill deserves a fucking emmy #WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK #i wrote this and even i don't like it #fucking fuck #ferus izzy meta

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(Not a) normal day. Ben Chillwell x you

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Thank you so much to the lovely anon for requesting this, you know who you are 😉 I really hope you like it!♥️

Summary: what started as a normal off-duty day 🧘🏼‍♂️🛁☺️ended up as a date marked in the calendar 📅 💍💘.

Warnings: not explicit mentions of sex, mentions of skipping the diet, fluff.

Word count: 3.2k

*

“LOVEEEE!!!!!”

“WHAT?????”

“COFFEE!!!!” You didn’t hear his answer, but you did hear his steps coming closer to the kitchen. 

“What’s up buttercup?” He entered the kitchen with a smile. Your eyes went immediately to his body, only a fluffy towel wrapped around it as he just had his morning shower. “Like what you see?” He smirked sitting next to you and drinking from the coffee mug you just made. 

“Yes” you said without hesitation. “I’ve been dating you for three years for a reason, you know?”

“I thought it was because of my charisma?!?” He asked furrowing his eyebrows, acting hurt.

“Let’s be honest, Chilly” you took the mug out of his hands to place it back in the table, and after a deep breath, you said in a really serous and sad tone “it’s because of your money”.

It didn’t take him more than a second to burst out laughing throwing his head back like a little child while hitting the tabled. When tears started forming in his eyes you started laughing too.  

The truth was you didn’t know who the boy who went to your cafeteria almost everyday was. 

You didn’t even know he was a footballer until he asked you to go to one of his matches, after a month seeing each other, you weren’t even an official couple yet. On top of that, you believed you were going with him, but the thought of him being an actual player never crossed your mind. 

Ben felt really bad about it, he just took for granted you knew who he was and what he did, but you clearly didn’t and, as he confessed to you multiple times already, it only made him love you even more.

When you started dating you didn’t know anything about football either, and thought he never really believed you fully, you actually proved it to him by asking stupid questions: 

“Why doesn’t the goalkeeper take the ball in his hands and run to the other side of the pitch?? Wouldn’t it be easier to score a goal like that??? He’s the only player who can catch the ball with his hands anyways” you asked with your mouth full of popcorn while you watched a random match in his tv.

“He can’t leave the area with the ball in his hands” Ben laughed at your silly question, although he did found it very clever of you to think like that.  

“What is the area?” You asked again him with furrowed eyebrows, making him laugh even harder at your sweet ignorance.

It reached to a point where you had football dates, whole evenings watching football matches while he explained everything that was happening. You learned not only to analyze plays but also to love the sport he enjoyed so much, and there was nothing he loved more than watching the videos his sister sent him of you and his dad discussing the game, showing it proudly to all his teammates later. 

“Go dry your hair before you get a cold” you said in your mum voice. A smile formed in his lips thinking how did he ever get so lucky, finding a woman that could bear with him, his football talks, his friends, his looks, his dog, his absence when he had away games… Before getting up, he kissed your forehead the way he only did, with the right pressure and the right amount of time, and left the kitchen with the mug in his hand. 

“Ben!” You yelled before he crossed the door. “Don’t put gel in your hair” you asked him with puppy eyes once he turned around to face you, but he left smiling and shaking his head “Please!! We’re not even going to leave the house today!!!” You still shouted trying to convince him, hopefully not in vain. 

You got up and started making breakfast, just some pancakes…. with sirope and honey. Yes, it wasn’t ideal for Ben’s diet, but it was Saturday and it was his day off, so he deserved it as much as you did. 

“Pinky promise” he said watching you cook hearing your laughter, already knowing what he meant. “YN, I’m serious” only then you turned around to face him. He was already holding his pinky finger up, ready to be attached with you. 

“Pinky promise I won’t tell anyone what you’re about to eat” you intertwined your pinkies with smile on your lips before you handed him a plate of pancakes and his mug.

“Thank you, love” he said as he leaned to pick your lips in a sweet and quick kiss that got you smiling the whole time while you finished making yours.  “We can eat outside. The sun is shining!!” He shouted trying to sing, which made you smile even more. Happy Ben was the sweetest, dumbest man on earth.

When you headed to the garden he was taking on his phone. You sat silently next to him, cutting yours and his pancakes so they get cold faster, but your task was interrupted when he handed you his phone.

“It’s my mum” he simply said, and you got up to talk with her as you walked around the garden under the lovey-dovey stare of the boy.

10 minutes later you hang off the phone, dealing with Ben’s jokes about how gossip you two were, even more when his sister joined.

*

The morning flew by faster than you’d like. You already woke up late, but as Ben said before he pulled you back between the sheets while you were trying to get up: ‘last night events in bed required a little bit of more sleep’. 

After breakfast both of you decided to take Oscar for a walk to a near park taking advance of the good weather, but it was something you both quickly regretted, there were too many squirrels and the dog just wanted to ran after then. 

At the end, you ended up going to the same dog park as always, chatting with the same old couple that somehow were always there with their three Yorkshires every time you went. They were your friends already, Mr. and Mrs. Davies.

That day you didn’t even have lunch as you ate your breakfast so late.  That was even worse for Ben’s diet and of course, he made you do another pinky promise before doing some chores together. 

Usually by that time of the day (4pm) you would watch some movie or play video games, but the weather was too nice to stay inside. 

It was Ben the one who took two yoga mats from the gym and placed them outside in the garden, just to relax and sunbathe with the unexpected March sun. 

“It’s actually scary” you talked when each of you were already laying on a mat “how hot it is. This is London. It’s suppose to be raining. Climate change it’s real, babe”.

“Save the turtles” he said in such a sleepy tone you didn’t know if he was actually dreaming and talking in his sleep.

“How can you fall asleep at this time?? I’m not even tired” you laughed focusing on your book again, not even expecting an answer from him. 

“That’s because I was the one who did all the job yesterday night, babe” he mischievously said. 

“As if you didn’t like it” you huffed, hearing a soft laugh from him. 

“I think I’m going to change the book” you said getting up, only then taking a sign at how relaxed Ben looked. He was laying on his mat with his hands under his head acting as a pillow (he hadn’t been as clever as you, who took some pillows from the couch). Despite that, you kept on talking, because if there was one thing you could that was to talk  “i’m already bored of this one and I still haven’t started the one your sister gave me for Christm-“

“Come here” he mumbled in a sleepy voice cutting off your rambling while patting the right side of his mat. “Come” he demanded again watching as you didn’t move.

“What do you want?” You chuckled as you laid there, next to him. He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled you closer until your head rested on his warm chest, where you also placed your hand. His right arm was under your body and his left arm on your waist. Soon, he moved his hand to the hem of your sweatshirt, lifting the fabric up till your shoulders. “What are you doing???” 

“Shhh. I’m just trying to make you fall asleep” he whispered with a chuckle, starting to move his fingers with a tender touch up and down your back. “Can I?” He asked again, his fingers reaching the band of your bra “it just bothers me” he said in the same low tone, this time looking down at you with the most innocence and sweet look. 

“Yes, it bothers me too” you laughed “Do you have it?” You asked lifting your head to look back and see if he could unfasten it, but he moved his hand to your head and pulled you back over his chest.

“Just stay still. I’ll manage. I always do” he winked with a smirk making you laugh.  

He started running his fingers and down your bare back tracing random patters, making you shiver when his hand reached too low.

You got more comfortable in that position, throwing your leg over his as you snuggled more into his chest, he also pulled you closer at the same time, leaving some lazy kisses on your hair from time to time. 

*

“Told you you would fall asleep” were the first words you heard from the funny man you called  your boyfriend. You groaned at the stiffness of your body from being in that position, but still cuddle more into Ben’s chest now that the sun wasn’t up anymore and it wasn’t so hot, but neither cold because of the warmth of your bodies. “Come on love, get up. I’ll make dinner today”. You lifted your head immediately when you heard ‘dinner’ and got up from Ben’s chest, though still sitting on the mat. It was him the one who leaned to kiss your lips and the one who pulled you back to the floor again because of the strength he put into it, making you laugh while you kissed.

“Get up!!” You shouted between laughs when he landed on top of you, squeezing your body.

“Tell me you love me first!” He randomly said in a playful tone. But you denied with your head like if you were a little kid. And so the tickle fight started.

“Ben!!!! I can’t breath!!” You said with tears in your eyes. “Tell me you love me!” He shouted without stopping.

“HOW CAN I DO THAT WHEN I CAN’T BREAHT!!!” You managed to shout between laughs. He stopped for a second, waiting for you to gain air and to hear your words, though still laying on top of you. “I love you, Benjamin” you sincerely said stroking his hair. You watched how a silly smile formed in his lips and his cheeks turned a soft tone of red. It always happened when you called him like that, no matter how much time passed. “Now get off me!” You yelled again breaking the moment.

“Just so you know, I love you too” he said with that same silly smile kissing you once again before helping you get up. “So I was thinking…-” he started talking as you walked inside with his arm around your shoulders, but you cut him off. 

“This never ends well” you laughed.

“Well I really hope it does this time “ he laughed and you could feel the trembling in his voice “What about a home dinner date?” He asked looking staring at you. 

“If you’re asking me if I want to eat then you don’t know me, Chilly. Even more if it’s with you” you huffed laughing.

“No, but I mean” he stopped to open the crystal door for you, something he always did no matter what or where. “It’s going to be here, at home. I don’t feel like going out, besides, I haven’t gel my hair”.

“Yeah, I noticed” you laughed ruffling his hair to annoy him, which you surely did as he quickly moved to the first mirror he saw to fix it. “Is the date going to be with you?” You asked. 

“Of course” he answered in an obvious tone.

“Are we going to eat food?” You asked again smiling at his concentrated look while he tried to style his hair.

“Yes…dinner date” he repeated doubting your intentions and protecting his hair with his hands when he saw you walking closer. 

“Then I don’t need more” you kissed his cheeks and walked upstairs.

“Just one thing!” He shouted watching you leave, but you stopped when you heard him “I’ll cook, so leave me alone” he threatened you before walking into the kitchen and closing the door.

“Just don’t burn anything! Do I need to change or hoodie and leggings is alright?” You shouted from the door.

“Nah, it’s fine like that, sweets. Now, leave!” He shouted, though the door was still closed. You just left laughing at his rudeness,  ready to start that other book you had in your list.

*

“Can I come in now???” You impatiently asked, Ben refused to open the door for the last 15 minutes you were waiting outside next to Oscar.

“Yes” he finally said. You opened it slowly, thanking God nothing was burnt or messy. Ben was standing next to the dining table. 

First thing you noticed was his hair. You could never grow tired of his messy hair, loose hoodies and sweatpants. 

Then you lowered your gaze to see the table. White tablecloth and serviettes, candles in the middle, plates full of rice and chicken and two glasses filled with the right amount of red wine. You couldn’t help but laugh at the contrast between your outfits and the elegant table he set, but that smile suddenly disappeared. Have you forgotten an important date such as anniversaries, his birthday, the day you opened your cafeteria or the day he won important trophies?

“Have I forgot something?” You asked doubting your mind.

“No” he simply said smiling at your reaction.

 “And what are we celebrating then?” You smiled too approaching your usual sit, as soon as you did he moved the chair for you to sit in it.

“Us” he simply said, a smile forming on your lips at his sweet answer. “I just want today to be another date to remember. Let’s have dinner first”.

“Okay. But you tell me later”

“That’s the main point, YN!” He laughed drinking form his glass as you did the same, challenging him with your eyes. 

Dinner went by smoothly. You both wouldn’t shut up: family, friends, football, Oscar… there was just so much to talk. 

“Where” you said, stopping halfway to eat the lemon ice cream that Ben chose as a dessert. He wasn’t sit in front of you anymore, he moved his chair a long time ago to next to you, your legs were touching under the table and his arm was around your chair while he ate his ice cream too. “Where do you see yourself in 25 years?” You repeated this time without interruption. 

“Ahh, that’s the typical question from Sky reporters, you know?” He chuckled “I don’t know”

“And that’s the typical answer” you rolled your eyes back.

“I wasn’t t finished!”

“Okay, finish” 

“Hopefully, hopefully…” he repeated making you smile “with a couple more Champions Leagues, already retired from playing but I want to keep on training other players. Maybe my own childs, whose mother is hopefully the woman sitting next to me”.

“Hopefully” you repeated laughing, watching a reproachful look on his face that only made you laugh harder “No I mean… when I think of my future I totally picture you in it too” you nodded watching the melting ice cream, not daring to look at his face when you talked about your feelings. It had always been like this and he secretly loved how shy and sweet you became when talking about it.

“So… if I asked you to marry me would you say yes?” He playfully asked, earning an even harder laugh from you, who were still focused on the dessert.

“Of course, Ben” you said without hiding the silly smile that formed in your lips just at the thought of it.

“Can you look up at me now or are you still embarrassed of this conversation?” He laughed.

“I’m not embarrassed of th-. Are you serious?” You were for the first time in a while speechless when you saw he was holding a ring.

“Dead serious” he laughed at your shocked face as you kept moving your gaze from the ring to his eyes and from his eyes to the ring “will you marry me?” He asked, and you felt your heart flipped beat form pure happiness, a wide smile breaking across your face at the sign of it. 

It was safe to say you were out of words, you couldn’t even pronounced a simple ‘yes’ which was  surely your answer since a while ago, when you imagined this moment before going to bed.

On the other hand, Ben was starting to get nervous, thinking you might be reconsidering your words. But suddenly you leaned a little bit, you were already close enough, launching yourself in his embrace in a tight hug that he returned even tighter, kissing your hair and hearing your sobs. 

“Hope those are happy tears” he joked.

“Of course they are, silly” you laughed breaking up the hug and drying yours and his tears with your hand. 

“So is that a yes?” He nervously asked again, getting for response a nod and a breathtaking kiss that he wasn’t expecting but he wished. You almost fell from the chair when he got even closer to you, which only made you smile even more into the kiss. 

“Finally” he huffed putting the ring on your finger and kissing your finger as you admired the piece of jewelry. “That ring has been with me longer than it should. I had since before the  knee surgery”.

“Really?!?” You asked shocked wondering where he hid it, you already knew all the secrets spots in the house. 

“Yes. Well, not me, Mason” that made more sense, you thought “And I wanted to make something big, like proposing after a match or in an expensive restaurant, or in a bug party with our friends and family, but that’s not us, right? Do you mind it was all so… domestic??” He asked, and you couldn’t help but laughing at the still nervous man who jut received a yes for answer. 

“I loved it, Ben. Everything. You included”.

“You can change it if you want another design or anything” he said watching as you wouldn’t keep your eyes off the ring.

“No! I love it, Ben, I love you!” You shouted like a little kid exited about a trip to Disneyland.

“Mum helped me chose it” he smiled glad his mum’s guesses and his were right. “Now let’s go” he got up, taking your hand. “Let’s celebrate” he said with that mischievous and naughty look you already knew.

“But Ben!! We need to clean up the kitchen and-“

“Tomorrow” he cut you off “I don’t want that to be the first thing we do as an engaged couple” he whined, and you couldn’t agree with him more. 

“Right, let’s go” you said getting up, but Ben wouldn’t let you walk, instead he picked you up and started running earning a laugh from you both, ready to repeat last night’s events, this time with a ring on your finger. 

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