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afuckingsystemsthoughts · 1 month

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we've seen a lot of people with DID and OSDD hate being a system. most of us dont hate it per se, its more of the bad parts we hate. i, host, suffer much more mental pain from other disorders we have, not just DID- thats probably the smallest part. for us, our biggest cause of mental pain is bpd and denial of trauma/our posttraumatic disorders- so what were about to say will probably sound biased.

also a note, i only suffer the really dramatic drastic disorienting dissociation everyone with DID online complains about (and claims they have 24/7) only half the time or less. most of the dissociation i experience as host is dissociative amnesia, theres not a day i dont experience that but its usually of the past ill never remember or milder forms like "oh i did that? hm dont remember" "oh they said that? i only remember the interesting parts of the conversation and i cant even remember it verbatim", or emotional/mental detachment and emotional numbing (especially if my mood is too unstable), and staring off forgetting what to do or not knowing how to do it and having to mentally yell at myself

now, for the parts of having DID id absolutely get rid of right now and never want back.

i hate when im trying to do something, i wanna do it alone, i wanna have privacy, wtv. and boom, an alter suddenly appears out of nowhere invading the front. i dont wanna be rude to them because theyre a part of me and more than likely a trauma holder or protector i wouldnt be here without, but i want to have some privacy in my own head. have some things just to me. i am annoyed, i know they feel that. and for that, i feel guilt. for being annoyed by the presence of someone else inside my head, and the guilt gets even worse if its a little, understandably, or a trauma holder whos been through enough rejection already, or a protector who i wouldnt be alive without. i have to show common courtesy to a large group of selves inside my own brain, every second im awake. and that gets tiring. no wonder im always so mentally drained.

having to work around what alters want. this often goes hand in hand with them randomly intruding the front. ill be in the clothing aisle, just to get a simple grey shirt- and an alter will come out when they see a shirt they like. if i refuse to get it, they might feel hurt, and ill feel guilty. and if i look through a whole clothing aisle, more than one part will come out and make me feel drawn to the different clothing they like (sometimes a few alters making me feel drawn to a few different clothing styles at once) i get a headache from that and dont like how i feel pulled into many different directions by my own brain. (id experience that before i even knew what plurality was or really knew my alters or even remotely felt plural and it caused me a lot of mental pain and headaches)

feeling like a stranger to myself now because i realize how much i was a stranger to myself, i didnt even know i was abused, and i didnt even know a lot of things i did. and feeling guilt for not knowing i was a stranger to myself for most of my life. i should have known but i didnt. i was too dumb to pick up on the clues that someone inside me ran away with my body and my life. theres even small things i didnt know about myself i discovered years later. example, i didnt know i asked for a get-well card for a doll when i pretended it was sick until i discovered it about 8-10 years later. and theres big things i never knew. some of these things were people. when i was little, i was around people i should remember, i was around them enough. but when i see them again in 2019, i think its the first time even stepping foot in the place, and seeing the people. i only knew that i knew them when i was little because i was told that in 2019. i also dont remember an entire year, minus a small snapshot memory. i cant be sure if the memories i think i have of it are real. which leads me to the other part about DID i hate and if i could get rid of only one part of it, this would be it.

the dissociative amnesia (mostly of trauma) and its effects. i dont remember majority of my early childhood, and i only remember about half of my mid childhood, maybe a tad more than half. the memories i have, its like im watching an eerie, dark tinted movie of myself. i dont remember being abused in any of the memories before around 8, and very few are of me being unhappy. i think to myself, "if i was abused, id have memories of it or be unhappy." i didnt feel anything. i just... existed. no feelings, maybe an artificial happiness, but no feelings outside of that. its like i was a robot in control of my own actions. i tell myself i dont have trauma and im just holding onto the "impossible possibility" i was abused as a small child as an excuse for being this way "because i cant accept i was born broken, i dont have an excuse to be this way." then, someone comes along who explains to me what i did in the memories when i was little and throughout my entire childhood was a sign of abuse, and i feel valid and confident about myself because im reassured im not born broken scum, but then i realize that means someone violated my body and ill never know who did first, how old i was, where it first happened. and ill never know what all my body has been used for either. then ill feel disgusted with my body and want to escape it or self harm. and i live with a person who flip flops between being emotionally abusive/manipulative and being nice and shes used my dissociative amnesia against me before, used it to say things didnt happen and the memories were planted, and to say i did things i didnt do. other people used my dissociative amnesia against me before too. but the most painful part for me, is im stuck in a vicious, mentally draining cycle- feeling like my trauma isnt real and hating myself because i feel like i was born broken, just wanting to know i was abused, then i find out and i feel uncomfortable in my body, i cry, i feel alone because the only people id allow myself to seek comfort from arent around, and sometimes self harm.

for me, im fine with being a system. i wouldnt trade most of my alters or the memories weve made together since i found out i had a system and met them. they taught me what family really is. they taught me what community means. its the parts that make it disordered id gladly get rid of. sure, we want our own bodies, id like them to have their own bodies too, but im fine with them just being in my head when theyre not intrusive.

DID isnt fun, but it isnt always living hell 24/7. not for every DID system. not for us. but its still not "friends in your head" and even when you are friends with some of your alters they can still intrude on you when you want to be alone and you'll still have the distress from having DID. its not always fun but its not always hell.

#dissociative identity disorder #actually dissociative #tired of the “oh you have to be in constant agony from DID to have DID” posts its so invalidating tbh #like im sorry having DID is so bad for you but theres people with DID who dont have it as bad and theyre just as valid #people always spread negativity about DID when people with it wanna distract from their suffering and the “oh poor me” posts dont help much #it forces DID systems who dont suffer because of it 24/7 to think theyre faking and that makes them exaggerate symptoms #man the online DID community is toxic

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bubblesandgutz · 9 months

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Big fan of pretty much all your bands, super excited about the new Sumac and to see Botch in Tokyo in September (thanks for coming all the way out here).

I also really enjoy your writing, going through your posts I found this:

"The hardcore music I loved in the ‘90s had morphed into the gross commercialization of “screamo"."

While I completely understand which bands you are referring to and getting granural about music genre names gets old quickly I was wondering if you are a fan of what a lot of kids back in those days would consider actual screamo, bands like Pageninetynine, Orchid, Majority Rule, City of Caterpillar, Circle Takes the Square etc.. as someone who at the time was heavily into that scene and into the Hydra Head catalogue I cant help feeling that while the sounds were radically different both offered diy, incredibly abrasive yet deeply artistic and thoughtful music.

Majority Rule`s Interviews with David Frost came out a few months before Jane Doe and to me is as much of a defining record of that era. Curious if you like those records as well.

The stuff I liked in that realm preceded the term “screamo.” I liked stuff like Antioch Arrow, Mohinder, Swing Kids, Angel Hair, Heroin, Nation of Ulysses, Honeywell, Frail, Reversal of Man, Ottawa, One Eyed God Prophecy, Union of Uranus, Behead the Prophet NLSL, and a bunch of other stuff that, at the time, was generally just referred to as hardcore or emo-violence or some weird obsolete term like “sweater punk.” Screamo felt like a term that started getting thrown around after I’d already kinda checked out of that scene.

So bands like Pageninetynine and City of Caterpillar weren’t on my radar. They began putting out records around ‘99 or ‘00, which was a point where zine culture was waning and the internet was becoming the main source of information about new bands. I didn’t own a computer. My peer group was gravitating towards indie rock. And I was starting to latch onto other stuff outside the hardcore world.

I remember buying a few Orchid records and I just couldn’t really get into ‘em for whatever reason. There was also some weird backlash from that world against a lot of the bands in my peer group, like Jerome’s Dream having some strange one-sided internet beef with Hydra Head. I recall seeing Majority Rule in the small room at Emo’s in Austin where there were a few snide remarks from stage about the “rock” show happening outside—which happened to be Blood Brothers and These Arms Are Snakes. That said, I thought Majority Rule played a great set, but the banter deterred me from digging any deeper.

To be honest, I thought all that late ‘90s / early ‘00s stuff was perfectly fine… I just wasn’t as drawn to it as the stuff that came out earlier in the ‘90s, and I was a broke college student so I spent what little money I had on other records instead. The screamo stuff that I really disliked was the slick Warped Tour stuff that didn’t seem to have any connection to the aforementioned bands and didn’t seem to have any sense of familiarity with the scene from the previous decade.

Thanks for the question! It was fun trying to remember what I was listening to at the turn of the century.

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milf-harrington · 2 years

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i know nothing about scream other than the fact that it’ll prolly scare me if i watch it BUT ily and you said something about your favorite part and i’m in a curious mood today, what’s your favorite part of the movie, if you don’t mind me asking!!!

oh my god so, okay, spoilers for anyone who hasn't seen scream bc i AM going to be describing the scene where the killer is revealed

my favourite part of the entire movie is the moment, and then the scene that follows, that 'ghostface's identity is revealed - because not only do you find out it's two people, one of them also happens to be someone that you've already been pointed towards and then drawn away from multiple times and i just think that's so sexy of them

not to mention, the way it's revealed??? oh my GOD

so we've got sidney, the final girl, she's freaking the fuck out and she's just shut the door on two of her friends because she doesn't know who to trust anymore - everyone else she knows/trusts is dead.

and then billy comes staggering out, and she's so relieved because not only is he alive but he's someone she can trust! someone she feels safe with, despite how topsy turvy their relationship has been for most of the movie (accusing your boyfriend of murder and then having him compare your mothers death to his mother leaving, will do that) and he very gently asks her to give him the gun, and so she does because she's scared and she trusts him

AND THEN ONE OF HER FRIENDS, RANDY, COMES IN AND HE SAYS SOMETHING THAT I CANT REMEMBER

AND BILLY- he like,, half turns, looking over his shoulder with this dark look, completely devoid of humanity, and he's covered in blood and his hair is falling in his face and he just quietly says "we all go a little mad sometimes" and then shoots randy AND THEN in an unfortunately very attractive move, scratches his head with the barrel of the gun and casually says "Anthony Hopkins, Psycho." and his whole demeanor has changed, like now that the cats out of the bag Billy The Concerned Boyfriend is gone and instead we're faced with the exact kind of man who quizzes a girl on scary movies before killing her boyfriend bc she got the answer wrong; and he's like casually leaned back against the door and he licks the blood of his fingers and says "corn syrup. same stuff they used for pigs blood in carrie."

and then stews there right, and he uses the voice changer and suddenly you realise that they were both ghostface, which is how they managed to be in two places at once - how they managed to pull the attention off of billy every time sidney was suspicious

and then from there through to the ending is just golden - it's just unhinged homoeroticism, and everything starts to fall into place and make sense and you also get to see these two new sides to both Billy and Stew and it's both really interesting and really funny how opposite there are - like, there's this one bit (another of my favourite small snippets of scene) where like. stew is draped over the counter and he's crying into the phone about how his parents are gonna be so mad bc sidney called the police on them for being serial killers, meanwhile billy's in the backrground just tearing the couch apart and there's feathers everywhere and he's all angry yelling and it's just such a funny contrast to me

and anyway that's my favourite scene in the whole movie, thank you for asking <3

#scream (1996)#asks #corey tag #that-was-anticlimactic #thank you for asking i love this movie kjdfssdjkf #i am unfortunately ridiculously attracted to (fictional) blood covered unhinged men

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pixiecaps · 2 years

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Current thoughts on toh?

🎤

ALRIGHTY. cracks knuckles lets get into this

spoilers up ahead if u havent seen the toh at all

i am up to season two episode 10. and i havent watched any today which i feel guilty about. i just think the show truly has an amazing way of revealing like the big plot stuff. the first time we see the emperor without the mask and his conversation with hunter to when luzs mom finds out the truth. it is all done so well i applaud them because so many shows i’ve seen have fallen for the syndrome of either stretching out the mystery too far or not making it drawn out enough.

luzs relationship with her mother is so relatable as someone who is hispanic and knows the pain of being in a similar position as luz with being in two completely different places and stuff. her promise is really interesting i wanna see how that plays out.

i love king and his story and his development i am such a proud momma for that guy. he’s one of the best characters. his episode with his backstory is so well done. especially since so many other people experience the same feelings as he did. wanting to know your family and where your from like its very powerful and kings character is so important. i also love hooty he is awesome love him so much the characters need to treat hooty better fr🙄

EDA IS SO RELATABLE MY GODDD i love eda shes probably my favorite character in the show rn. her backstory with raine is heartbreaking and bittersweet and i’ll have u know no animated show song since adventure time has had an affect on me until i heard raines rhapsody. i genuinely was surprised i CRIED. also her fighting the curse for years and hating every moment of it and then learning to accept it and letting it become a part of you. that is beautiful and is very comforting

luz and amity both trying to figure out and be the best girlfriends that they can. MY HEARTTTT thats just rlly sweet man theyre adorable.

ahh the golden guard… hunter… little guy. i already grew really fond of his humor in season one(wait season two? i cant remember when he first talked) it reminded me of ranboo. and his character as a whole as well i find really fascinating. challenging the environment and everything youve ever been taught growing up is tough and they show his internal battle well. i am rlly fond of hunter personally i can sympathize a lot with him

ask game

#pix asks aaaa #long post #srry this took long #i think this is all i wanted to say i cant remmeber much else

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hymneru · 2 years

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HiMERU is never a good waker. that's the simple fact of it. most mornings, his drowsiness overtakes him before he can even grasp onto any semblance of wakefulness that might come with being conscious. as he's used to living alone, he's used to waking alone. but the simple truth is this : that the moment he remembers that he's in mana's house, enshrouded in warmth under mana’s covers, curled up against one of mana’s pillows, he's awake as quickly as he's ever been awake before, almost jolting at the sudden realisation. they're not around to actually witness that embarrassment, which he's thankful for, but even lying here for a few seconds makes him feel as if he's overstayed his welcome. for what it's worth, they really only had been sleeping.

but he's not about to say he had a very restful one.

it takes him nearly half an hour before he's cleaned the sleep out of his eyes and his pores, wet his hair with a bit of water, and made himself look as presentable as possible without his makeup, which he hadn't had the foresight to bring. he's not someone who will simply sleep over at anyone's home for the hell of it, and he's almost regretting that he'd taken this opportunity, too. but he's at least well and awake enough to make his way out to find mana, wherever they are.

@epithmia. “ hey. ” head cants westward, tipping strands of hair out of their eyes as they look him over thoughtfully. they hold a stare held between idle and intense thought as hands already begin to move to dig through the few cosmetics they own. not enough for anything flashy or dramatic, but with what they do have, mana thinks they can pull something together nicely for him. something natural, which honestly, seems like it would suit him the best. himeru’s already naturally pretty, so she’d rather just highlight what he already has. “ come here, ” signals with a curling finger for him to follow her. they end up posted in her kitchen for the lighting, and she has him sat down so she can have free reign over his features — extremities gently coaxing back through blue hair as her eyebrows already start to slowly furrow in focus, hair - clips held between lips ready to pin it out of the way. “ my mother taught me this stuff, you know. ” she doesn’t know why she’s sharing this with him, but it feels right to do so. it feels good, in this time just for them, before they have to go out into the world and into their respective obligations for the day. “ i never really cared at the time to be enthusiastic about it. but even so, i end up using those skills more often than i assumed. ” fingertips sweetly grab and tilt at his jaw — hold him in place right where she wants him and reaches for the first product to start with, “ before we could hire decent artists ourselves, i did the make up for tsukiyo. so i promise you won’t look bad . ”

he sits obediently in his seat as she combs through his hair, his hands clasped in his lap, eyes half-lidded before he thinks to do anything about it. he's not paying attention to them, but focused every little bit on what she's saying. he doesn't assume every person knows how to apply makeup like this. in fact, he mostly assumes that most people don’t know how to put it on as effectively as he does. and he's never let anyone else do his before, save for priest, whose methods he had layered into his own ways. to preserve what priest taught him was to preserve his own life and his own or, perhaps, preserve another's identity more effectively. and he is nothing if not attentive, though gratitude for it still doesn't come easy.

with his chin tilted up, he can watch mana from up close without worry. they're sweet to look upon, and their fingers are firm but not too cruel with him. they seem practiced. but he likes to look at her eyes most of all, which are a striking, deeplight pink that mesmerise him to the point he has to tell himself to glance away. he's always been drawn to eyes, and sometimes, as in times like these, it's more likely to fuck him over than it is to do him any favours.

❝ HiMERU wasn't worried about looking bad, ❞ he says softly. confidently. ❝ he's sure you're going to do a wonderful job. ❞ it will likely be different from the way he applies his own makeup. but, somehow, he's not worried. he trusts her.

* . ゜ unprompted ! 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗.

#epithmia #( ;; h.owl but he's not vain and take 1/4 the bathroom time. )#( ;; also ... sorry. )#▬ ‡ * ⦅ IC. ⦆ answered ｡

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nylahsviewontheworld · 7 months

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ear-worms

There is a constant playlist of songs rapidly flowing in my brain. The songs I find myself most connected to are songs about love and heart break. Although I have never had my heart broken, I love love and I find songs that tend to be about heart-break have deeper meaning. The comparison between who they were before they got their heart broken and who they are left to be draws me in. I love the raw, and uncivilized emotions and how they are now someone who is broken. Because I believe, that everyone is a little cracked.

The 5 songs I have chosen:

"Set Fire to the Rain"- Adele

"In a new bed"- Matt Maltese

"Moving on"- Kodaline

"Time has come again"- Last Shadow Puppets

"Scott Street"- Phoebe Bridgers

"Set fire to the rain" is a classic. I remember hearing this song when growing up, and feeling overwhelmed by the amount of angst this song has. This song makes me feel like I had gotten my heart broken, and I am now seeking for answers as to why they left. I specifically love the bridge, where she says "even now when were already over, I cant help myself from looking for you." This song is definitely the first song I will play when I am going through heartbreak. I found "In a New Bed", after I had heard Matt Maltese's song "As the World Caves In." I had fallen in love with the raspiness in his voice and how it combatted perfectly with the dark lyrics. I then found in a new bed and it shortly became one of my favorite songs of his. In a new bed is about how time changes and how she's moved on with someone else and is sleeping in their bed. Resembling the name of the song in a new bed. This song drew me in because it was one of the first heartbreak songs I had heard from a guys perspective. I had only heard guys perspectives on heart break from songs dating back to the 70's. This, was a fresh new take on modern music and it had drawn me in. "moving on" by Kodaline is one of those songs you can listen to on repeat and it would never get old. This song is so beautiful. It talks about how he sees the woman he used to love and she has moved on and became the woman she wanted to be and he was in awe of her. He questions how she remembered him. Then, towards the end of the song, he says that he'll keep on moving on to get over her. Hence, the name of the song. This song felt like poetry. I was drawn into this song because it was also written from a mans perspective. "Time has come again" by the last shadow puppets is such an enthralling song. From the beat to the lyrics, I was drawn in. They kind of reminded me of the arctic monkeys, but I felt their songs were more my style. They are now my favorite band. This song was something I had found purely based on luck. This is definitely the most poetic song of the bunch. It discusses how the time has come again for them to get back together after being on and off since they were 16. This song is truly beautiful, I have no words when listening to it. Finally, "scott street" by phoebe bridgers makes me cry every. time. Scott street is not a song about your heart being broken, but more so a song about growing up. I remember listening to this as my friends were leaving me for college and crying for 1-2 hours straight. This song is about leaving your hometown and all you know and coming back a different person. My favorite line from this song is "anyway don't be a stranger." I now say this to my friends all the time because I am worried they will forget me when they meet new people.

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grihm · 1 year

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ANSWERED ASK for : @p0ssessed ❛ I was just looking for someone who could see what I see. Feel what I feel.❜

♱˖ ─── IT WAS WITHIN MOMENTS OF CROSSING paths with Sam that Shiloh’s interest had been completely enraptured by her existence. Grim and beautiful, harrowing and gentle, nefarious and good… The chaos that was woven together to create the fabric of such an enigmatic soul had caught her attention and drawn her to it with a force that was almost magnetic. But besides the genuine curiosity that had invested her in the mystery, there was also a strong sense of EMPATHY and a familiar resonance that guided her path. The scars that covered the other’s soul shared an odd but unmistakable semblance with the scars on her own, and despite the hurt that she felt deep within her chest for her, there was also some relief in knowing that she wasn’t alone.

❛ I was just looking for someone who could see what I see. Feel what I feel.❜

From her spot on the couch, with her feet tucked comfortably beneath her, Shiloh nodded. ❝ I know, ❞ she answered, almost SOLEMNLY as she took a moment to mull over the words. They hit home. It was strange; she’d only just met her a handful of days ago, and already it felt as though she could tell her ANYTHING. The similarities that they shared in the category of trauma were almost uncanny; completely different and yet the same. She couldn’t remember the last time that she’d opened up to someone that was made of flesh and BLOOD, but she knew, unequivocally, that nothing in the past could have ever compared to what she’d just stumbled into with Sam. The affinity in their connection was almost cathartic.

❝ It gets lonely sometimes when it’s just you and the company in your head…❞ That was putting it lightly. ❝ I used to tell myself that it was something that I could shake, like… I could get used to it. But I don’t think that we're wired that way. As humans, I mean. ❞ Shiloh shook her head as she picked at the FRAYED edges of the hole in the knee of her jeans as she spoke, chocolate eyes studying the strings of fabric. ❝ Most of us need dumb shit like human connection, and support, and blah blah blah. ❞ She rolled her eyes sarcastically, a smile beginning to grace the soft curve of her lips as her attention fell back onto Sam.

The brunette offered the cant of her head and the shrug of one shoulder before her demeanor SOFTENED a little, a small pause following. ❝ I didn’t think there was anyone else like me. I’ve never really been able to talk to anyone like this. Not in a way that they could, like… get me, you know? It’s nice. Kinda weird, but... nice. ❞ Her nose crinkled with the arc of a bigger smile. ❝ I guess it’s true what they say: misery loves company. ❞

#♱ ∙ 𝔊𝔯𝔦𝔥𝔪 : answered #p0ssessed #[ can't wait for these two to consume me ]#[ all of my blogs r belong to u ]

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ratphysics · 4 years

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#sumitaba #persona 5 #p5 #futaba sakura #sumire yoshisawa #yeaeyayea #i feel like someones already drawn this but i cant remember who :[[

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allisonlol · 3 years

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Wah! I cant remember if I congratulated you already but congrats on 400!! <33

May I request milk tea with Chuuya? 💞

a/n: thx again ariel !! combining all my chuuya reqs here since, unsurprisingly, i got a lot

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

you’ll typically get two different main types of kisses from this boy!!

chuuya is usually aggressive in his advances

likes to catch you off guard

^will grab your wrist before quickly pulling you into him, wrapping his other arm around you, and pressing his lips to yours

turns into a makeout session every time lmao

daddy? sorry. daddy?? sorry...daddy...?

seeing your flushed face after doing this just really gets him going-

chuuya’s other way of kissing is much more...calm?

^gently raises your face to meet his before kissing you very sweetly

10/10 extremely loving & soft

also loves to kiss the back of your hand

^started off as a joke at first, but then turned into one of his official forms of showing affection after seeing how flustered it made you

and they say chivalry is dead...

green tea; how do they comfort their s/o?

well, obviously by killing whoever it was that made you upset ☺️

i’m kidding. kind of

chuuya is very sensitive & in-tune to your feelings so, the moment he sees you upset, it breaks his heart a little

you’ll never see him softer than when he’s comforting you <3

^pulls you into his lap so he can hold you and gently wipe the tears from your eyes

will listen quietly as you explain or vent about why you’re upset

stays calm on the outside while he reassures you, but on the inside he’s livid at whatever it was that made you upset

chuuya will bring you something to drink before offering if you’d want to take a bath with him to help you become more relaxed

you’d be a fool to say no-

if he has to go to work after, he’ll call you whenever he has free time to check in on how you’re feeling

even if you insist that you’re fine now, chuuya will continue to dote on you for the rest of the night

brings home your favorite snacks and some drinks to share

will tell you about the crazy events that happened to him at work in an attempt to make you smile/laugh

chuuya is a sympathetic person in general, so he’ll do anything it takes to make you feel better

definitely will look into it more on his own time later to determine if he wants to kill the person who made you upset or not tho 🤫

lemon tea; what are mornings like with them?

sleepy chuuya is literally the cutest

just a warning that you'll have to drag him out of bed every morning so he's not late for work

chuuya is NOT a morning person at all (felt)

deadass starts whining at you to turn off your phone alarm so he can immediately fall back asleep

you’re usually the one who wakes up first (which means u get to see your boyfriend’s cute sleeping face)

once you’re out of bed and dressed for work, you’re tasked with trying to convince chuuya to do the same

shaking him awake, he’ll try to shove you away before pulling his pillow over his head

“baby you’re gonna make us late for work!!” you beg before yanking the blanket off of him

this mf will go half feral to wrestle that blanket back out of your hands

it’s always a 20 minute ordeal before he’ll become conscious about what he’s doing

if you bribe him he’ll be more inclined to listen

“hey chuuya...didn’t you wanna go wine tasting after work today~?”

you know you’ve caught his attention once he peeks his eyes open to suspiciously look at you

by this point you’re cutting it real close to being late so this is only used as a last resort

chuuya will sit up with a long sigh before accepting defeat and actually getting out of bed (FINALLY)

english breakfast tea; would they want a family?

ok so we all know chuuya is really good with kids

which still surprises me

so honestly i don’t think he would mind maybe having one or two around?

it would obviously ultimately be your choice tho

however

realistically, with the professions you both have and the risks that come with it, it’s unlikely you’d actually be able to start a family

^you’d be constantly worried about the kids safety, plus with the busy schedules that you both have, you wouldn’t be able to spend much time with them to begin with

chuuya is always still open to the idea for sometime in the future, if that would ever be possible

black tea; what do they look for in a person?

definitely would be drawn towards someone who can hold themselves in a fight and take care of business on their own

^wants this so he won’t feel the need to worry about your safety so much, especially if you have the same profession that he does

leans towards more mature and calm people - this is a bit of a contrast to his own personality as you’d be better suited to handling him when he’s irritated lol

bonus points if you love to drink as much as he does too 😋

and even more bonus points if you have top tier fashion as well

i feel like chuuya honestly isn’t too picky about the kind of person he would date

either he likes them or he doesn’t 🤷🏻‍♀️

however i do think he would be more drawn to shy/laid back people

^would greatly appreciate it if you were easy to fluster so he can smooth talk you 😏

#bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #bungo stray dogs x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs #chuuya x you #chuuya imagines #chuuya headcanons #chuuya fluff #chuuya hcs #chuuya x y/n #bsd chuuya

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brandyllyn · 3 years

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Give me my sin again

Poe Dameron / f!reader [no use of y/n]

Summary: A strange fruit leads to unintended consequences. Alternatively: How you and Poe first got together.

Part of the "Goofballs in Love" Series of One-Shots: The Scoundrel’s Reward, Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, Flexibility (noun), Give me my sin again, Writing on the Wall

My Masterlist

Words: 3500k (Read it on AO3.) [complete] Rated: Explicit Warnings: language. explicit sexual content. PiV sex. theoretically sex pollen / aphrodisiac. but these two goobers were 100% down to start.

It was a beautiful night and Poe watched as you helped yourself to a bowl of fruit on the table between the two of you. You moaned as you popped a berry into your mouth and he grunted, looking away for a moment.

"You should try this," you said, holding the bowl out to him and he took it without looking at it too hard, slipping a juicy berry into his mouth and felt the skin pop and a flood of tart sweetness on his tongue. It was good and he reached for a handful more.

You were on a recon mission, dropped off that morning to meet up with a contact and scheduled to be picked up the next day. It was a simple mission - hardly dangerous. The only reason you were both on it was because you needed more time in the field and Poe was supposed to be evaluating you for General Organa.

Evaluating you did not extend to wondering if your skin was as soft as it looked.

Or if you would make that same moan if he buried his tongue between your thighs.

"Here have a roll," you tossed a piece of bread to him and Poe reacted a little too slowly, feeling it bounce off his shoulder before he could get his hand up to catch it. He frowned at you and saw you giggle. Maker, even your laugh was sexy.

"Ah, you eat the sinsai? You enjoy?"

The proprietor of the restaurant, a Karwheli, broke into Poe’s thoughts with his question and Poe turned to him. The man had been a lot of help so far - bringing out a variety of local unknown dishes when both you and Poe and balked at the strange offerings. Poe smiled at him. "Yes, we enjoyed it very much, thank you."

"You and your lady, have good time!" The man tapped the bowl with the berries in front of Poe. "Good time!" The man winked at him.

Poe paused, seeing you do the same across from him. "What do you mean?"

"Sinsai make strong feelings. Go make babies!"

He heard you choke and suddenly his tongue felt too large for his mouth. "We’re not-"

"We’re not together," you said quickly. He felt a small pang at that but ignored it.

The man’s eyebrows drew together and then he smiled again. "Doesn’t matter. Sinsai say you make babies, you make babies."

Poe blinked at the man and then you gasped. "You’re saying the fruit will make us make babies?"

The man nodded, smiling even wider. "Sinsai make make babies."

Poe’s eyes met yours across the table, saw the dawning look of horror on your face. "What happens if we…"

"If we don’t," Poe finished for you.

The man shook his head vehemently. "No good. Make babies. Must. You’ll see."

As he wandered off Poe tried hard not to look at you, shutting his eyes and swallowing. "How many did you eat?"

"I don’t know," your voice drifted back to him. "A dozen maybe? How many does it take?"

"I dunno." He thought back, trying to remember how many a handful was. A half dozen? Maybe more? Did eating more make things worse? Also how long did it take to take effect? What were the effects? Were you at risk of not even making it back to-

"We should probably go before-" you start to say and Poe nodded.

"Yeah."

As you walked side by side back to the hotel in silence Poe felt his skin begin to tingle. Your nearness was always torture for him, had been since the day you’d come in from the Republic Navy and taken over blue squadron. You were a rock solid pilot and an exceptional Commander for all you’d only been in the Resistance for a few months. That alone was enough to gain you Poe’s respect.

But you were also just a good person. Poe had lost count of the number of times you had lightened the mood in dark times or made the galaxy a slightly better place for him and everyone else. You were a light in his day and he looked forward to any time he got to spend with you - even if it was just in endless strategy meetings.

He had, until this mission, thought he had done a good job at ignoring how attracted he was to you. How his body was drawn to yours and the heat that creeped under his skin whenever you were near. But now, with the sinsai fruit pulsing through his body, he couldn’t ignore it any longer. Every sound you made flooded through his senses, the movement of your body near his enough to set him thrumming. He watched your ass sway as you walked into the hotel in front of him and he wondered what would happen if he set his teeth to one of the globes. Or what it would feel like in his palms if he cupped beneath them and lifted you against a wall with his cock buried inside you.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts, but now he was looking at your neck and his mouth watered. Fuck those berries were potent. It was going to be hard enough to sleep near you tonight before this had become an added complication. Sharing a room hadn’t seemed like the worst idea when it had been proposed. There were two decent sized beds, and it ensured you were with each other if something went wrong. But now…

The room felt small, hot. Poe tugged at the collar of his shirt, trying to pull the sticky fabric from the back of his neck. Had it been this hot in here earlier?

"I’m going to-"

"Yeah."

You ducked past him into the refresher and Poe restrained himself from turning and following you with his eyes. When he heard the water turn on he groaned, trying not to image you nude and wet and…

The beds looked awfully close together. Maybe he could move them farther apart? He ducked down and looked but they were bolted to the floor. He glared at the offending metal, reaching a hand out to feel the hardware. It wasn’t much, probably even hand-tightened. If he gave it a little bit of a-

"Ha!" he grunted, pulling the bolt free. Now to just do the other three. He stood up and heard your shriek of surprise, reaching out quickly and steadying your body from where you ran into him. He felt sparks along his fingertips where they touched your skin and heat rocket through his body. You smelled… nice. Without meaning to his eyes fell to the way your tank top clung to your damp skin.

Your nipples were hard.

Fuck what was he supposed to do with that information? Were you as affected as he was? Did you want to touch him as badly as he wanted to touch you?

In later years, when you discussed what happened in that hotel room, neither of you would ever agree on who moved first. Who closed the gap between your lips and started the sequence of events that happened that night. Regardless, the gap was closed and your hands were around his neck and he heard you moan into his mouth and any thought he had about trying to ride out the effects of the fruit on his own flew out the window.

His hands rucked up the hem of your shirt so he could lay his palms flat to the skin of your back, feel the heat seep into him. His body was on fire, every pulse of his heartbeat throbbing in his whole body. He was already hard. Painfully rock hard and ready to be inside you. He clutched you to him and you adjusted yourself so that he was nestled right in the crook of your thighs, one of your legs coming up to hook over his hip.

The bed was close. Close enough for him to lean you back and crawl over you, his mouth never leaving yours. Your hands pulled his shirt over his head, lips breaking apart only momentarily. Your fingers on the bare skin of his chest made him shudder, his hand on your hip pulling you up closer to him.

"I want you," you moaned into his mouth and he groaned in return, wrenching himself away and looking down at you with wild eyes.

"Are you sure?" Maker he hoped you were. If he couldn’t get inside of you, couldn’t see your eyes roll back when you came, he was pretty sure he was going to die.

"Yes, please Poe."

He’d never made someone beg before and the sound of your plea sent rational thought reeling off. Your hands and his tangled as you each tried to get the other naked first. He managed to push your shirt up and off with no issue. He heard a pop, felt his pants go slack and you looked at each other with identical looks of surprise.

"Did you just-?" he looked down at his pants where the button was missing.

"Stop talking," you urged, pulling at his pants again, hands slipping inside. He hissed when he felt your fingers wrap around his cock, his lips dropping down to pull your nipple into his mouth and suck hard.

"Poe!" You gasped and he did it again, thrusting into your hand.

"Pants. Off." He ordered, his hands scrambling against the soft cloth of your sleep shorts. You helped, pulling them and your underwear off together and spreading your thighs wide so he could settle between them.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. He could feel how wet you were, his cock sliding along your lips with ease. He saw you bite your lip and reached down, parting your folds so he could press against your clit. Rubbing his cock up and down, coating himself in your slick.

You nearly arched off the bed. His hands grasped for the back of your neck, holding your face tilted up to his while he thrust his tongue into you in time with the rocking of his hips.

"You feel so good," he mumbled, eyes closed tight against the overwhelming sensations of your body.

"Poe I need-" your plea cut off on a gasp when he thrust his hips harder.

"I know," he whispered, moving his weight to the side and reaching one hand down between your bodies. His fingers found you, and when he began to circle your clit he notched the head of his cock at your entrance.

"Can I-?"

"Yes," you urged, canting your hips upwards and he slid inside. Sweet Maker, you felt good, like a part of him had been waiting for this moment his entire life. He eased himself inside you slowly, concentrating more on the movement of his fingers and the twists of your body than his cock. Your nails raked down his back and he slid himself fully inside you as you came. Your muscles clenching around him, a surge of wetness easing his way.

He held himself still while you breathed harshly in his ear. He could feel the aftereffects of your orgasm in every twitch of your body. "More?" He asked, hoping for an affirmative answer.

You nodded, hands clutching around his neck and he pulled his face back to look at you. Your eyes were open, lips parted. "Yes, more," you pulled his lips down to yours, thrusting your tongue into his mouth and mumbling. "I want everything Poe."

Oh he was more than willing to oblige.

The pace he set was slow. Deep. Pulling out nearly all the way and then pushing back until his hips ground to yours. His hand held your hips down, stopping you from moving beneath him. You whined softly, struggling to surge into him, to set a faster or harder pace. But Poe held firm, pressing your hip to the bed while he fucked you exactly like he’d been imagining.

"You had yours," he scolded, nipping at your chin. "It’s my turn."

"I only get one?" You grumbled, eyebrow raised in mock seriousness.

He bit your lower lip, pulling it gently before letting it go. "Greedy thing, how many do you want?"

You giggled and he thrust harder, hearing the laugh turn into a moan. "Poe."

He groaned in return, thrusting into you with more force. "Maker, I love how you say my name."

"Poe I-"

"I know," he reassured you, lips trailing down your neck. He pulled his knees up, shifting his position so he had you spread across his thighs. "I know, I got you."

He sat up, holding your hips in both hands to help keep you steady on his cock. From this angle he could see the way your face tilted upwards, your lips parted in worlds gasps. The way your breasts bounced while he fucked into you. The way your cunt stretched around him and the glisten of your arousal on your thighs.

He closed his eyes, head dropping back. "Fuck you look so good." He reached up with one hand quickly, grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand down between your bodies. When your eyes opened and your lips parted he smiled at you. "Wanna see you come again."

You nodded, fingers slipping down and gently teasing along his cock, circling him while he thrust into you. It felt… fuck it felt good and he nearly groaned from the loss when you moved away to focus on your clit.

Poe tried to watch the movement of your arm. Tried to time his thrusts to correspond with how fast or gentle you were touching yourself. But the sight of you was soon too much. He leaned back over you, hands propped up next to your shoulders. Fucking down into your wet warmth.

Your back arched when he did, your free hand lifting to clench at his bicep. "Poe," you whined, eyes squeezing shut. "More."

Poe nodded to himself, thrusting harder, pushing himself more roughly into you. He could feel his orgasm tingling at the base of his spine. "Please tell me you’re close," he begged.

"M’so close, I’m-"

You came apart. If he hadn’t been leaning over you Poe was pretty sure you’d have shot off the bed. As it was your body hit his and your arms clamped around him and he found himself falling forward with you. Pressing your body down into the bed while he let go of his control and groaned, his release flooding inside of you.

When Poe’s brain began to work again he thought he’d feel sated. Blissed out. And to be honest he felt both of those things. But he also felt hungry. Like he wanted more.

His nose was pressed beneath your jaw and your hands were stroking down his back in a soothing caress. He wanted to kiss every one of your fingers, to slip his tongue along the inside of your elbow, nuzzle his nose into your shoulder.

Well, that last one at least was easy to accomplish.

You giggled when he pressed his nose to you, tracing a path down your neck and then following it back with his tongue. He felt as much as heard you gasp, the soft shudder in your body, your thighs tightening on his hips.

"Again?" The breath of your voice caressed his ear.

It was an offer more than a question. He lifted himself on his arms, grinning down into your face. Your answering smile made his heart lurch. Thanks to the sinsai fruit he could already feel his cock twitching, ready to dive right back into another round.

"Again," he agreed, pressing his lips to yours before pulling away. "But this time I have some ideas I want to try out."

You winked and he felt his cock twitch again. "That’s good to know. Because I have some ideas of my own."

The night was young and the bed was big. Plenty of room to spend the next few hours exploring all of the ideas you both had. Which you did. Enthusiastically. And when the two of you managed to destroy the bed - the sheets a tangled and sweaty heap hanging off the side - he helped you move onto the clean one and cuddled against your back. He thought you might want to talk but you sighed into the pillow and slipped away into a deep sleep before he could do more than press a kiss to your shoulder.

There was always the morning, he figured.

He woke up groggily a few hours later, the morning sun slanting through a gap in the blinds that made him groan and blink.

"What time is it?" You asked with a yawn and he lifted himself slightly to look at the clock.

"Eleven," he grumbled, nuzzling his face back into your hair.

A moment passed. Then you both sat bolt upright. "Eleven?" You yelped at the same time.

The room became a flurry of movement. Your transport was going to arrive in fifteen minutes. Poe hopped into his pants, suddenly remembering that they no longer had a button.

"Here," you offered, holding out a small pin. "For your-" you waved at him and he nodded, trying not to notice that you weren’t wearing a shirt and your bra was lifting your breasts and offering them to him in a way he was more than willing to accept. And not to notice the dark bruise forming at the base of your throat that was obviously from his mouth.

"What?"

Poe jerked his gaze back to yours. "You should button your shirt all the way."

"What?" Your brows drew together, "Why…" You raised a hand and touched the spot and then your eyes went wide and you nodded at him, shrugging into your shirt and hiding his view of both the bruise and your magnificent breasts.

Poe and you arrived at the landing bay about ten minutes late, seeing Pava leaning up against a crate and tapping her foot. "There you are, Karé went looking for you."

"Sorry," Poe mumbled, tossing his bag up the ramp and reaching for yours to do the same. "I’ll go find her I-" He turned to look at her and saw the pack of deep red berries in her hand the same moment you did.

"No!" Poe and you shouted at the same time.

"What?" Pava’s eyebrows shot up. "What’s the matter?"

"Are those sinsai berries?" You asked with a worried frown.

"Yeah?"

"It’s an aphrodisiac," you told her, reaching to take the sack from her.

Pava snorted, twisting her body from you. "No it’s not."

Poe nodded, "Yes it is. We were talking to a guy last night and he told us-"

"To Karwheli," Pava snorted, "yeah. But not to humans. You really do never read your briefings, do you?" She took a berry and then held the sack out to him. "You should try one, they’re delicious."

Poe could feel heat crawling up the back of his neck, his jaw working but no sound was coming out. He thought he heard a small distressed sound come from you and he ignored it while he continued to stare at Pava - the pilot thankfully oblivious to your dilemma.

"Oh hey, it’s Karé. Karé!" Pava shouted, turning from the two of you and taking off at a jog across the landing bay.

He didn’t turn, didn’t look at you. His mind was crawling back over the events of the night before. The fruit had affected him… hadn’t it? He’d felt a burning need to kiss you, to be inside of you, to lose himself in the warmth of your body. It had been overwhelming, all-consuming… there was no way that was just-

"Oh Maker," he heard you mumble next to him. "Did we really rip each other’s clothes off for no reason?"

Poe finally turned to you, his eyebrows raised. "I’m not sure it was for no reason."

You looked away quickly, biting your lip. He saw you squeeze your eyes closed for a moment before relaxing and smiling at him. "So would now be a good time to confess I’m attracted to you?"

"Really?" He tilted his head, "I would never have guessed."

He caught your hand when you playfully punched him, pressing a kiss to your knuckles and then laying your palm over his heart. "We kind of went about this backwards but I’d like to do more… pursue… get to know you…" He stumbled over the words he was looking for.

"Poe Dameron are you asking me out?"

"Well, except for the fact that there’s not really anywhere to go on base, yes."

Your hand turned in his, fingers interlacing with his own. "I’d like that."

The hesitant smile on your face was lovely, and he couldn’t help but lean in and kiss you softly. His lips lightly playing along yours and then breaking away to press his forehead to yours.

"Maybe we should get some more of that sinsai fruit."

You drew back in confusion. "Why? It doesn’t… it doesn’t do anything."

Poe grinned, "Yeah but you see, I know this girl and she doesn’t know that…"

He grunted when you elbowed him and kissed you again. The fruit was delicious, and he had some ideas about what the two of you might do with a handful of sweet berries and a little bit more time.

Tagging people who have enjoyed these Goofballs in Love before (let me know if you don’t wanna be tagged): @wasicskosgirl @waatermelon-sugaar @rebellou @hansonveggieclub @be-the-spark-flyboy @aellynera @onfiretakemehigher

Special thank you to @foxilayde from whom a conversation sprung which inspired this.

#poe dameron x you #poe dameron x reader #Poe Dameron / Reader #Poe Dameron / You #poe dameron #star wars fanfiction #star wars sequels #goofballs in love

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crowsent · 3 years

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so about that karlnapity time travel shenaniganery

on one hand, i am LIVING for the idea that no matter what timeline he visits, karl, sapnap and quackity are always drawn to each other. i LOVE it. thats some fucking star-crossed lover “fated to be together” kismet “youre the only one(s) for me” bullshit. its the kind of trope that makes you all giddy and bubbly inside while simultaneously RESENTING the whole “ill find you across timelines” bullshit bc it makes you aware of the fact that youre single and dont have that kind of relationship in your life and youre lowkey jealous BUT

while karl meets cletus in mizu, james in the masquerade, jack and mason in the west, while in every timeline, every reality, he meets some version of his fiances in fates attempt at bringin the three of them together in some way shape or form, while that in and of itself is very romantic and heartwarmin and all that jazz

consider:

karl returnin to the present, seein his fiances and not bein able to remember their names. he calls sapnap james. he calls quackity cletus. he looks at their faces and almost cries when he realises that for a split second, he doesnt recognise them. he doesnt see the people he loves, he sees strangers that look like them. ancestors or previous reincarnations it didnt matter they werent sapnap, they werent quackity. at first the time travels were fresh and exciting, but now he just looks at the people who resemble s̴̺͊ǎ̸͚̻p̴̨̫͕̅n̶̘̈́̄ả̴̲͓̇̔p̴̧̲̒̚ and q̴͍̿̒̇ư̶̥̬̑̊a̸̼͈̎̈̚č̶̣k̵͇̦͒̊i̶̢͍͝t̵̺̅ÿ̵͍͓́ and wonders why he feels a sad sense of longing when he looks at them

quackity and sapnap seein karl hurting, lookin at them like he didnt know who they were one moment, and almost falling into their arms the next. recoiling when they touch him, hugging them back so hard it almost hurts the next. calling them a hundred dozen different names one time, but then repeating “sapnap” and “quackity” to himself at night over and over as if hes terrified he wont be able to say it again. and no matter how hard they try, he seems to be getting worse and worse

oh and of course, karl finding james’ dead body in the masquerade and his heart dropped because for a brief moment, he saw sapnap. dont think about the trauma of karl watching cletus burn alive and when cletus throws him the book and tells him to run, he hears quackitys voice. but the crowning jewel is when karl faces off against mason in the west. for some reason, jacks death already hurt him more than it should have and the duel with mason is just the icin on the cake. when the ten-count finished and they whipped around to face each other, mason missed, and for a brief moment, karl did not want to shoot. he did not see mason. he saw someone else

he saw nights spent together, laughing at dumb jokes. he saw kind eyes and a smile brighter than nether fire. he remembered the feeling of warm arms embracing him, a voice telling him he was gonna be okay. he saw someone he loved

karl cant remember their name

#karlnapity #karl jacobs #sapnap #quackity #dream smp #tales from the smp #talesfromthesmp #crowsentexts

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meltwonu · 3 years

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36. “Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

52. “I’m not jealous! its just…you’re mine!”

96. “Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

notes; the littlest bit of dom!jun but mostly jealous/possessive!jun, car sex, car quickies!, dirty talk, the smallest hint of exhibitionism, the way i thought this was so hot but then i thought about MAMA and how they were just sitting in the cars/outside so I’ve remixed this a little bit heh hope u dont mind!! 😭😩💕 also prime example of that last ask and me having to be in the mood for certain prompts bc im pretty sure this one has been sitting in my inbox for months ☠️ sorry ‘bout that. just goes to show I don’t go in order!! As always, thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

The van door shuts behind you louder than you expect it to; grimacing when you turn and meet Jun’s annoyed stare.

“Really?” He drawls, ushering you to scoot over to the back of the van as he follows suit. “He was three seconds from asking for your phone number if I hadn’t stepped in, y’know.”

You roll your eyes at Jun as you rest against the other side of the backseat. “I was just talking to him. And let’s be real, it’s boring staying in the van when everyone’s mingling outside.” Mumbling, you watch as Jun loosens his necktie; licking your lips at the simple gesture. “And it’s not like I was going to give it to him anyway, so you don’t need to be jealous, Jun.”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… You’re mine!” He whispers harshly; careful to remember that the two of you were only in a van and that there were still people standing outside. “And I saw the way he was looking at you!”

“Yeah? And what kinda way was it?” Your voice drops slightly, eyes dancing up to Jun who meets your suggestive stare.

He chuckles under his breath, tinkering with the rings on his fingers as he thinks. “It’s the same way I look at you. When I want to bend you over the table and pull your panties to the side so I can fuck you when we’re both impatient. Or the way I look at you when you’re cumming on my cock and you’re so fuckin’ lost in getting off that you start playing with yourself to really milk your orgasm.”

Your body burns hot; pussy clenching around emptiness as you hang onto every word that leaves Jun’s lips.

He smirks in return when he sees the way your eyes seem to hollow, mind obviously elsewhere.

“And it’s the same look you have in your eyes now that you’re thinkin’ about my cock inside of you.”

“Ngh.. Jun…”

You swivel your hips; soft cries spilling from your lips as Jun’s blunt nails dig into your clothed waist. The two of you really didn’t have the time, so he’d quickly tugged you into his lap, harsh kisses against your lips while he snuck his hand up your short skirt before he had you sinking down onto his cock.

“You should really be careful, baby. You wouldn’t want them to hear you in here, would you?” He teases quietly. You shake your head in return as you open your foggy eyes and immediately start scanning the windows.

There were still staff running around outside and the two of you were unsure how long you even had before someone came poking around.

You’d thanked the higher powers that at least the windows had been tinted, at least a little.

“I’m suh--sorry, it’s j-just… you feel so g-good and--and, mmh, it’s been a-a while since we had t-time…” You mumble; bottom lip quivering when you feel him start to thrust up just as you start to bounce on his lap a little harder. His cock curves into you perfectly and you can’t help the loud cries that fall from your lips.

Jun pouts up at you, brows furrowed. “I know, but we’ve been busy rehearsing. You know how it is.” He pauses; images of you speaking to the other male idol dancing in his mind before he gently scoffs. “Didn’t expect to invite you here and then catch you mingling with other male idols though.”

“Ugh, we were just t-talking~” You whine, “And I’m, ah, here n-now getting d-drunk off your c-cock…”

He grins at this; ego slightly boosted. “That’s right. Taking my cock in the backseat of our van that anyone can walk into. Letting everyone know how good I fuck you since you can’t seem to stay quiet either. Say, could he make you feel as good as I do?”

“N-no, fuh--fuck, Jun! Right there, please! Please…” You mewl, bouncing in his lap harder when the head of his cock slams into your g-spot.

The van sways slightly at your frantic movements and you’re sure by now that someone’s already caught on that there were definitely people in the van hooking up. Not that you cared.

“Play with yourself, baby. I wanna feel your ‘lil cunt getting tight around me when you cum on my lap.” Jun licks his lips, eyes dancing to the manager that almost opens the door but steps away once they realize the van’s moving. “I wanna cum in your pretty pussy. Gonna fill you up with so much of my cum that it’s spilling out of you and then once we get back to my room I’m gonna fuck it back into your tight hole while you beg me for more.” Grinning, he relishes in the way you only tighten around his cock at his words. “Or, you can go back out there. Go mingle with everyone while my cum slides down your thighs.”

Jun can feel himself close to cumming too; hips canting upwards to meet your frenzied movements once you push your panties even more to the side to play with your clit.

His cock throbs inside of your tight heat, soft moans spilling from his own lips when he can feel you cumming on his cock not even a minute later.

“F-fuck, baby…” Your walls clamp down onto his cock in a vice grip as the pleasure washes over you, fingers still rubbing harsh and quick circles on your clit as you cry out Jun’s name in a hurried mess.

He cums soon after you, biting on his bottom lip to keep in his noises as the two of you ride out your highs.

You let out a drawn out moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “J--Jun I--you’re c-cumming so, ah, m-much…” The warmth spreads throughout your body as he fills you up and you find yourself swiveling your hips to ride out the remnants of your orgasm as he laughs under his breath.

“Yeah and don’t drop any of it or else the stylists are gonna kick my ass for getting my suit dirty.” He responds breathily, wiping at his forehead gently. You blink at him incredulously, wondering how you were supposed to get off his lap without spilling any cum on his, somewhat, still properly pressed slacks.

“But--but--”

“But what? Don’t you like a challenge?” Smirking, Jun watches as the gears turn in your head. You pout back at him, pulling your panties slightly until the hem is right against where his cock is still inside of you.

You quickly raise yourself off of his lap, tugging your panties back into place and letting out a guttural moan when you feel his cum already pooling in the material a second later.

“Uh oh~” He singsongs, already making disapproving noises as you look down into his lap.

Jun reaches a hand between your legs in return; fingertips pressing into your cum covered panties as he teases your clit through the soaked material.

“J--Jun!” Letting out a shaky moan, you let him tease you through your panties, already somewhat grinding down onto his fingers.

“You got cum on my slacks, baby. You know your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

“But---But I didn’t d-do it on, mmh, pur---purpose!” You cry out, breath hitching when he slowly pushes your panties into your hole. “I p-promise!”

A knock on the window drags the two of you out of your world; Seungcheol’s suit-clad form on the other side of the tinted glass. “Jun. 10 minutes.” He mutters, eyes focused elsewhere before briskly walking away from the van.

Your entire body is warm from the post-orgasmic bliss and slight embarrassment but all Jun does is smirk and retract his hand from between your legs.

“On second thought, stay in the van. I’ll deal with you once I get back and don’t even think about touching yourself while I’m gone.”

#jun smut #Junhui smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #jun imagines #jun scenarios #Junhui scenarios #Junhui imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #svt fic #seventeen fic #Junhui #jun #jun fic #Junhui fic

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thr-333 · 3 years

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Drastic Measures- Part 2

@daminette-december2019-2020

~Swordplay~

To summarise: I will have the love square one way or another!

Ao3

First >Next

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As far as homes go it’s pretty good” Adrien stretches out, Plagg curls up next to him.

“Don't get too comfortable we’re going to be on the move,” Marinette types furiously at her computer.

“I will try my hardest,” Adrien stares blankly at her, sat atop a pile of grubby blankets next to a broken window. Marinette loses connection to her computer and slams it shut with a huff.

“Get some sleep I’m going to find an internet cafe,” Marinette stuffs the cheap laptop into her bag, amazing how something she bought at a hole in the wall place for thirty bucks didn’t work well.

“Who needs sleep when you can have coffee,” Adrian stands up, ready to follow her.

“Sleep Chat,” She pushes him down by the shoulders, “I need my partner fully operational,”

“Yeah kid, take a break, we worked hard,” Plagg yawns, turning over.

“You also worked hard Bug,” Adrien lets himself be pushed back onto the blankets.

“I won't be able to sleep until I know how everything is in Paris,”

“Neither can I,” Adrien protests, already half asleep.

“Sure you can, night Chat,”

“Night M’lady,”

Marinette leaves the same way they came in, though the window. She has to slide down the gutter to get on the street, Tikki hiding away in her bag. She has to go pretty far in town to find a suitable cafe, too far from Adrien to be comfortable. Marinette pops in her earbuds before opening her computer to let her talk to Tikki freely.

She doesn't immediately search up missing person cases. Looking instead at Paris tourist destinations and guides. Switching to the dangers of traveling to Paris; the only mention of Akuma being on obscure question and answer sites. She looks at kidnapping potential and then moves onto missing person cases. Adrien's is the first to come up, obviously.

There was lots of outcry among his fans. Many were throwing around accusations of foul play on Gabriel's part from abuse to locking Adrien away from the world. However, Gabriel was also fiercely looking for his son. Adrien hadn’t left behind any sort of note. Well only to Nino, which Adrien had told Marinette was asked not to mention to anyone.

Marinette then feels safe enough to look up her own case. It was smaller, although was gaining attention as Jagged proclaimed it to high heavens; more so asking what they did wrong and how they could fix it and asking for any sightings of her. That could be a problem if her picture was already around. Marinette pulls her hood up higher. They might have to get haircuts and wear disguises… on second thought wearing suspicious disguises in Gotham might cause more problems.

“Tikki they seem really worried,” Marinette watches the videos Jagged posted, her parents in the background running around talking with police.

“Of course they are Mari,” Marinette feels a light tap on her side, “But you're doing the right thing,”

“No I’m not,” not when she’s watching a video of her parents crying, “I’m doing what needs to be done, this is my responsibility, no matter what a certain someone thinks,”

She spits with venom. Maybe Adriens rant last night rubbed off on her.

“He’s the hero here,” Tiki says non accusingly, “Imagine if another hero came to Paris without asking you… remember Volpina?”

“Ah now that was an actual villain,” Marinette hadn’t trusted her from the start, “Plus she was akumatized,”

“Marinette,” Marinette can’t bring herself to feel guilty, even under tikis scolding.

“Right but that still doesn't give him the right,” Marinette huffs, “After all would he attack Marinette? No!”

“Are you implying you would attack Lila?”

“......... no,”

“Marinette,”

Marinetti smirks to herself instinctively looking around for Adrien to share her joke. Then Marinette froze. The cafe was empty, not even a barista. How had she not noticed!?

“Wait,” Marinetti says out loud before Tiki could talk, “I’m going to have to call you back, something just came up,”

Something was watching her from the kitchen door as if she couldn’t see them. Marinette tries to act normal going for the pepper on the table and putting it on her food. They move at the same time. The attacker runs towards her, Marinette throws the shaker at- Robin?! It hits him square in the forehead, with a curse he touches his bleeding forehead.

“I am so sorry!” Marinette panics, “That was meant to explode in your face!”

“How is that better?!” Robin runs forward, sword drawn. Marinette ducks behind the table grabbing her plate and frisbeeing it towards him, he manages to dodge this one, “Draw your weapon coward!"

“I don’t have a weapon!” She grabs the table cloth ready to take the vigilante down, “What is wrong with you?!”

He doesn't answer lunging at her again with the sword. Marinette kicks up the table then kicks it towards him in one swift movement. With the impact of the table he drops the sword, Marinette jumps up landing on the table which pins Robin down to the ground with its weight and hers, with the legs sticking up.

“I knew it,” Robin spits and she presses her weight into the table to keep him pinned.

“Excuse you,” Marinette catches his wrist as he tries to pull a dagger on her using the table cloth to tie it to the legs of the table, then does the same with the other, “You attacked me,”

“-Robin!” she hears a faint call, no one is around so it must be from his communicator, “-Robin report back to the cave!”

“I’ll take that~” Marinette sings songs ignoring how he growls at her. She rolls her eyes stepping off the table she needed to get out of here now.

She steps out of the cafe throwing the communicator and likely a tracking device too on the roof of a passing car then sprints in the opposite direction. She heads for the alleys looking for an area with no cameras as she runs. When she finds a spot Marinette transforms running back to their base with record timing.

“Adrien wake up!” Ladybug jumps through the window, barely avoiding landing on him, “Batman’s after us,”

“What?!” He sits bolt upright, Ladybug pulls him onto his feet.

“Move! Now!” She grabs their bags, Adrien transforms and they take off over the rooftops.

“What happened?!” Chat shouts as the runaway, “Is Batman chasing us?”

“Yes, well kinda-- Robin tried to kill me,”

“He what?!”

“As Marinette,” She adds, slowing down as they should have put enough distance between them.

“Did they figure us out already?” Chat Noir slows down into a walk then collapses on the rooftop,

"Probably,"

“This is the worst wake up call ever!”

“Well, it's about to get worse,” Ladybug cringes feeling the distinct trace of magic she was all too familiar with.

“Akuma?”

“Akuma,”

“Great, perfect,” Chat complains standing back up.

“At least we’re not at school,” Ladybug shrugs, launching herself over a roof.

“No you’re right being chased by a masked vigilante is a massive improvement,”

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Wow

“Robin! Get your head out of the clouds and get over here!”

Damian breaks out of his trance, regrettably tearing his gaze away from Ladybug to the much less awe inspiring sight of Batman trapped under a car. They shouldn’t be wasting their time worrying about these established amazing hero’s and worry about that assassin on the loose. Who knows who she was after. She could be planning Batman’s demise at this very moment; if she was close with his mother then surely she knew their identities which was far far more dangerous.

Ladybug could handle herself as evidence by her going toe to toe with the newest villain. In a matter of minutes, the villain was down for the count with no help on their part.

“Ladybug!” He calls before she leaves again, maybe she could help him convince his father that he was being an absolute buffoon.

“Oh it’s you,” She says surprisingly coldly, “What do you want now?”

“Now?”

“Are, you here to attack me again?”

“... I didn’t attack you?” He had spent all morning tracking down a dangerous assassin.

“... Oh! Of course, you did- haha I just ummmm-- there must have been an… Akuma! Yes! There must have been an Akuma earlier that looked like you,”

“An Akuma was impersonating me?” Robin growls.

“Yeah, they do that sometimes,” Chat Noir pipes up, “It’s annoying,”

“Yes and if you’re here, that uh… that means the Akuma is still out there so we gotta go deal with that so-bye!” Ladybug swings off closely followed by Chat Nor; off to go save his name and reputation.

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“So you really think that was an Akuma?” Adrien asks as they transform back.

“Maybe- I don’t know it was just an excuse so he wouldn't figure out my identity,”

“Well at least he doesn't know it,” Adrien shrugs as they walk through the alleys in search of a new place to rest that night.

“If he doesn't know then why would he attack Marinette?” She asks, “And if it was an Akuma that means Hawkmoth knows my identity which is so much worse!”

“Is it tho?”

“Chat,”

“I mean back in Paris it would have been bad,” They both cringe, “But here we have no home, no family, no friends! He cant use any of that against us now!”

Adrien beams his contagious smile.

“You always manage to find a bright side,” Marinette smirks punching him in the shoulder.

“So that's why,” They both turn around, staring in shock.

“Batman?!” Turning back their way out is already blocked by mister boy wonder. Who, by the way he is glaring at her, was not an Akuma this morning.

“I can't believe Talia called me because some teenagers were eloping,”

I know that name- WAIT!

“Eloping?!” Marinette chokes, “We are not eloping!”

“As in not at all,” Adrien blanches, “And I mean no offense Marinette you are literally the sweetest person but I can’t imagine anything more horrific!”

“Oh god, same!” At least now, “I mean once when we were younger…-- it was a silly crush!”

“Wait you had a crush on me?!”

“Yeah, well, you had a crush on me!”

“... oh god… I did, didn’t I?!”

While Adrien is dealing with that little revelation Marinette looks around for an escape. There isn’t much opportunity since both have their eyes on them, partly out of morbid curiosity at their little freakout. Well if you don't have a distraction homemade is fine.

“AKUMA!” They both look, predictably.

Marinette grabs Adrien and runs. She goes for the side Robins guarding, sweeping his legs sending him crashing to the ground.

“I’m not sorry!” Marinette calls as they sprint down the alley.

Marinette heads for the main street, enough of a crowd to camouflage. As they are walking through as casually as possible Marinette sweeps them both for bugs putting any she finds on random passerbys. They walk sometimes ducking into busy shops in hopes of losing their trail. They come across the mall which works perfectly for them. They stay until it starts to approach closing time, it’s easy enough to avoid security and so they get locked in for the night.

“So what do you want to do?!” They walk through the empty halls Adrien skipping along and looking at each display. Marinette stops outside an electronics store, the tv’s still on and displaying the news.

“Make a plan for a way to deal with that,” On-screen are the two of them, a video of Ladybug throwing a car at Batman, “This is taken completely out of context!”

“What’s the context?”

“Batman was being a little bitch!”

“I’m sure that will hold up in court,” Adrien laughs taking a seat in one of those massage chairs, “Besides what's the problem?”

“The problem?!” Marinette yells, “The problem is that now all of Gotham is going to hate us!”

“So? Do we really need them to like us?” Adrien gets up to stand by her, rubbing her shoulder.

“They did in Paris,”

“We’re not in Paris anymore,” Adrien says quietly, leading her towards the seats, “We have a chance to start new again, everyday something we haven't done before, a couple of pals living day to day on the edge, isn’t that exciting?”

“I just--” want to go home, “I’m tired,”

“Take a break,” Adrien sits her down in the massage chair with a kind smile, “I’ll keep watch,”

“.. ok,” Marinette curls up in the chair Tikki coming to lie beside her. With not much strength to fight it, Marinette falls asleep while she can.

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Taglist? nope don’t have one, horrible at keeping track of them sorry~

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug fic #miraculous fanfic #miraculous marinette #Marinette #badass marinette #batfam #daminette #good adrien #slow burn

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musubiki · 3 years

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I wonder about one thing,, (tbh a few)

If witches love is that strong, and they can't fall out of it, NEVER, then why Mochi's aunt, Amantha Verna, tries to hunt Mochi and her mum?? I can't believe Amantha n Ellena(?)(Mochi's mom) never loved each other like sisters,, or cousin (i dun rlly know which one is it)

Or it is the reason why auntie sent Taffy on a 'killer rampage :3'~??

Another topic i want to talk about: what if magical creature fell for someone, but then got amnesia? (like-- amnesia amnesia, no memories, no feelings, etc.) Will they be able to fall for someone other than their 1st crush, or still be in love w/ them? (I know it also depends on how the 1st crush will act,[ like- stay away or b close] but lets forgot that for now..)

I wonder what would happen if magical creature will fall in love with someone, but hate their alter ego, not knowing who they are? Will hate just dissapear if they knew, or there will love n hate at the same time?? Or it depends on the person?

Sorry for so many long questions. Also sorry if i mistaken smth or misinterpreted, or wrote some things wrong english isn't my first language ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(• ▽ •;) and haha, i'm proffesional (ships n OTP's) cospiracy theoritist, i got x2, maybe x3 more questions and theories, but i didn't wrote them cause they are already overthrown :')

Also,, me and my younger sister rlly love your style n drawings♡♡, how you color things, characters fasion,, and especially we are in love with how u draw heads profile💓ヾ(˙❥˙)ﾉ we were seriously squeaking seeing Lime or/and Mochi's ♡♡♡ xD

aaaa yes yes all good questions!!!

so first on the topic of mochis aunt: a little backstory first!! amanita (mochis aunt) and tiramisu (mochis mama) are not blood sisters!! tiramisu was adopted by grandma mocha (mochis grandma) at a young age, and was raised as her daughter!!! so while grandma mocha and tiramisu loved each other and loved amanita, amanita never loved her adopted sister (and as a result never loved or knew mochi), so thats why she has no problem killing them!! amanita is the older of the two, so as the oldest daughter, shes supposed to inherit the cat witchs power, but since shes been evil since she was a kid (or had evil tendencies), grandma mocha passed her power onto tiramisu instead. and ofc amanita was enraged and left her family and has spent the rest of her life growing stronger in other magic so she can take back the power that was rightfully hers!!

so tiramisu loves amanita (still) as a sister, but amanita HATES tiramisu, which is a good example of what kind of issues arise, because now tiramisu has a very hard time harming or killing her sister, but amanita has no issues sending her straight to the grave!! the plot with taffy began because amanita KNOWS that the cat witchs weakness is water, so who better to pit against her than the only child of the sea? ;3c

second, on the question of amnesia, the love doesnt go away!!! the mind forgets but the heart remembers, is how the witchs put it!! you have no idea who this person is or what they mean to you, but your heart races and your face flushes and for some reason you just trust them entirely, and you can FEEL that you love them despite not knowing a damn thing about them!! one of the laws of magic is that emotion cant be changed, by magic or otherwise. its one of the few things that are left untouched by the influence of magic!! they wont fall in (romantic) love with anyone else because their feelings are still geared toward whoever they loved before they lost their memories!!

last on that topic of alter egos: its like the situation with mochi and cat-ears!! another case of the mind saying one thing and the heart saying another - the witch KNOWS they love someone else, but cant help be drawn to this other person (said loved ones alter ego). its a lil funky how it works but they cant help it, somehow the heart just knows even though the mind doesnt. which is why mochi is capable of getting flustered around cat-ears because. its lime. she doesnt KNOW its lime, but i guess the love in her heart does?? for some reason none of the witches spellbooks point this out as a clue that the person behind the mask is someone you know (we leave it out for convince and plots sake - i cant imagine it happens very often enough to write about it in a spellbook. how many times is you significant other going to make an alter ego without you knowing and try to lie to you about it??)

ANYWAY THANKS FOR ASKING I HOPE THAT CLARIFIES A BIT!!!!!! IM GLAD YOU LIKE MY OCS AND FEEL FREE TO ASK ANY MORE QUESTIONS ABOUT THEM!!!!! 💕😭

#i cant remember if i ever talked about amanitas past before #broke: villians who want to take over the world #woke: villians who are only a villian to you specifically and otherwise have no plans for world domination #which is what i like about taffy and amanita #the rest of the world sees no consequence to this fight its just a blood fued between family #bpp

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axiang-n-chengling-s-dads · 3 years

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Baek Kyung: The Writer’s Stand-In

“In this messed-up world, the only moment I can be myself is when I’m with you on the stage. In both the previous book and this book, the Baek Kyung that the writer draws in our scenes is the real me.”

Baek Kyung is a well-written and complex character, who starts off as Dan Oh’s antithesis, under the writer’s control and slowly break’s free from his previous identity to find his real self.

Dan Oh’s Antithesis

“Think about it. Was there anything that changed as you’d intended? In the end we’re following the writer’s story.”

Baek Kyung while not exactly the writer’s stand-in, is someone who challenges Dan Oh constantly on her beliefs, and for a very long time represents the way the writer views things.

He is the one who points out that they couldn’t ultimately change anything, going against both Dan Oh and Haru’s faith in their power to change the story.

This comes mostly from the fact that Baek Kyung is unable to shake off the writers influence on him.

“You’ll change the story which has been drawn already? (...) How can you be sure if the writer is still drawing this or if he’s finished it already?”

Baek Kyung is also the one who points out that events are repeating themselves from the previous book, as are the lines, and suggests that the writer is more in control of them than they think. He is also the one to tell Dan Oh that it was Haru who killed her in the previous book, with the staunch belief that Haru will eventually lead to Dan Oh’s downfall.

“You cannot leave me because you’re not supposed to. That’s your fate. That’s the reason why you were born and existed to this day.” -Trumpet Creeper, to Haru

“You’ll always have to stay by my side. That’s just who you are.”- Secret, to Dan Oh

Another writer’s belief that Baek Kyung upholds is the belief in this hierarchy of extras and main characters. He believes in the realness of the stage, and that the character’s drawn by the writer for them are their true selves.

“Everything is back in its place. Its better for Dan Oh too. At least she wont suffer between the gap of the stage and shadow.”

Baek Kyung also believes in the bliss of ignorance as opposed to the burden of knowledge. When he comes to know that characters that die in the shadow lose their self-awareness, he says it wouldn’t be a bad way to be, even if you only experienced emotions the writer wrote for you and had to lose all your memories.

The Monster

“I desperately wanted everything to go back to its place. I’d hoped the stage was the reality. But it wasn’t the real you on stage. And wishing to keep you by my side knowing that you weren’t yourself, makes me a monster.”

Under the writer’s control, Baek Kyung starts off as a cold, wounded character, Dan Oh’s distant fiance. As his character, his behaviour ranges from stand-offish to downright cruel sometimes.

As Dan Oh gains self-awareness and changes as a person, Baek Kyung notices. He notices the changes in her and the entry of Haru.

He starts to gain self-awareness once, in the shadows, he begins to fall for Dan Oh and begins to regret his harsh actions on stage.

“You don’t know how I was always alone, outside the stage.”

It is important to understand the reason for his personality remaining largely unchanged from his stage self is because, unlike Dan Oh, Do Hwa, or Ju Da, Baek Kyung is unable to separate the identity the author has given him.

He also cannot divorce himself from his set up. He still grieves and blames his mother who left him when he was young, and also distances himself from Dan Oh because she reminds him of his mother. He believes that her terminal conditions means that she will leave him one day too.

“You said you didn’t know if the Eun Dan Oh in my memory was real or fake. But I wish she was real. There must be a reason why everything’s going back to what it was before.”

Like I said before, Baek Kyung thinks that the stage is the reality. When Dan Oh’s ten-year crush seems to disappear into thin air, and she claims it was fake all along, Baek Kyung is hurt and confused. For him, as for her, the memories of their childhood together were real, even if they were just a part of their set-ups.

"Light pink roses mean, ‘Only you know how I feel.’”

Another problem he has because of his fear of abandonment is that he guards his emotions very closely, and therefore they’re always painfully left unsaid. By the time he comes around to confessing to them, it is too late.

Dan Oh has already found happiness elsewhere, and is adamant in changing the stage.

“You cant help it Sae-Mi, youre the villain. (...) You need to tell them what their role is.”

In his bid to stop her from changing the stage, and his frustration with his character and the writer, Baek Kyung realises how fully he has turned into the role of the villain. Both in the stage and in the shadow, in this book and in the previous one too, he is always placed against Dan Oh in an antagonistic manner. This arc is completed when he removes her oxygen mask in the hospital and is shown that he was the one who’d killed her in ‘Trumpet Creeper’.

It is here that his worst fears come true: he was the reason why everyone he loved left him-- he was the real monster.

The Real Baek Kyung

“You (Dan Oh) are the only person who really knows me.”

Funnily enough, for someone who thought he was Dan Oh’s beginning, it is Eun Dan Oh herself who becomes the beginning of the new, the real Baek Kyung as the show draws to a close.

“They are cliches, but we’re the only ones who know how cruel and sad this is. Because we’re just Dan Oh and Baek Kyung before our characters.The Dan Oh of ‘Secret’ wants to thank you, and the Dan Oh of ‘Trumpet Creeper’ forgives you.”

Having blamed himself for her death in Trumpet Creeper and mistreatement in Secret, Baek Kyung could only truly rid himself of the writer’s clutches if he separated himself from his stage self. Eun Dan Oh’s acknowledgement of their stage roles, and of their relationship off-screen let’s him break free from the cycle of resentment and revenge.

“You can go in my place. Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m doing this because I hate the writer.”

The second step in his transition is undermining the stage. As someone who fully believed in the stage’s authority, the moment where he actively works to change it is important-- he finally does the right thing helping Dan Oh recover her true self, and sheds his identity as the monster.

“(...) or hate each other from now on. Let’s put the past behind us.”

The truce with Jimmichi Fairy is also an important one. Along with Dan Oh, his character in the previous book had also harmed Jimmichi Fairy. Remembering is only painful for them because of the grudges they hold. Letting them go, and forgiving each other, Baek Kyung, JF, and Haru finally resolve their conflict, ensuring that Secret, or any book in the future does not meet a violent ending like Trumpet Creeper did.

“I am grateful that the writer made me your younger brother.”

“Thats the funniest thing you ever told me.”

“I mean it. Because that means I’m always by your side.”

This is the final step in Baek Kyung’s journey of self-discovery. Baek Kyung was someone who always felt as though he was alone, pushing away his brother even after he found out that Baek Joon-Hyun was also self-aware. Like before, he could not leave behind their setups-- he was not his real brother, but the son of the woman who’d tried to replace his mother.

Admitting that he needs Baek Joon-Hyun, and letting the latter love him, Baek Kyung finally leaves behind his old self completely, and finally finds the Real Baek Kyung.

#extraordinary you #extraordinary you meta #july found by chance #meta #meta analysis #kdrama #kdrama recs #at a distance spring is green #the devil judge #penthouse #my roommate is a gumiho #vincenzo #youth of may

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