#also s very love sick in the sense that I need someone to be in love with me

[skhardwarevers1]

lowkey. Not over my ex at all

[weirdsht]

HAHAHAHA imagine Cale with someone weaker than him + a troublemaker and oftentimes think crazier than him, but they're useful so that's what tied them together with the gang💀 bro might feel the stress his hyungs felt whenever he throws himself into danger lol and would start reflecting. Have u done this b4? :D

Is This My Karma? - Cale/Reader

notes: anon... did you take a look inside my mind? or maybe my docs? because the series i'm going to publish later has a similar prompt. i was gonna make it a surprise but since the cat is out of the bag imma announce it here lol. i'll be making a cale/reader slowburn series or at least try but while waiting for that you guys enjoy this small drabble from anon's ask first

tags: fluff, sickfic, reader is an idiot, cale is also an idiot, idiots in love basically, choi han is in charge of their single braincell, established relationship

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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“For the last time, you will not pass your cold to the White Star. How are you even going to achieve that? Also what merit would it bring if that punk catches your sickness?”

Cale glanced over at the sick person in his bed speaking nonsense. Well, it’s not completely nonsense as it was possible.

…If that said person wasn’t on the verge of dying because of a fever.

“We both cough know it’s cough possible. Plus you’re not looking at the bigger picture of cough White Star getting a fever.”

“No you’re just thinking irrationally-”

“Ah ah, I’m still cough speaking. Let the cough sick cough speak.”

“...I think the sick should shut the hell up and sleep.”

The person who is Cale’s significant other only glared at the commander before drinking the water Choi Han handed to them. When arguments like this first happened the swordmaster would interject to create peace.

But that was before he learned just how unhinge this person was.

_____, Cale’s headache and significant other, was a naturally weak person. Even weaker than Cale without ancient powers. However, despite their physical prowess being on the weaker side they have a very useful ancient power.

They have a wood attribute power that can conjure flowers, grass, and trees with either poison or healing powers. Its downside is that the abilities do not work on _____. However, they can make flowers that can spread whatever sickness they have at the moment.

“We all know you just need to fling me at cough a good distance near Mr. Steal-My-Cale’s-Looks and I can pass him my cold with the flowers. Easy peasy Ron’s lemon squeezy.”

Cale remembers _____’s explanation being that the flowers' pollen would contain the same bacteria and virus as their body. Or something along those lines.

“...”

“Hear me cough out, okay? Imagine this, White Star with his plate on the verge of breaking, coughing out so much blood, armless in every sense of the cough as well. Imagine a cough nasty fever and cough combo on top of that.”

“...”

_____ looked at the silent Cale expectantly.

“Sometimes I really wonder why I got together with a punk like you”

“But you love me!”

Sigh

Cale couldn’t refute so he just sighed.

At first, he let _____ join their group because they were useful. Not only is their ability useful but they are also intelligent. They have the see the faults in Cale’s plan and think of a counter-measure. They can also conjure up great plans.

Well, most of the time at least.

Other times look like this…

“No, we are not doing your absurd plan. Just go to sleep and get better, I’ll take care of things.”

Cale kissed the top of _____’s head.

“And don’t even try to think of sneaking out like you did last time. Alberu and Tasha almost had a heart attack.”

The previously smiling _____ because of Cale’s kiss was now pouting because of the reminder. 

Meanwhile, Cale let them be as he went out of their bedroom.

He let out another sigh as he did. Behind him was Choi Han struggling to suppress a smile, wait no a laugh.

“What’s up with you?”

“No, it’s just that Cale-nim you and _____-nim are really similar.”

Choi Han added after seeing Cale glare at him.

“Sometimes that’s how your plans look to us.”

“Haaa”

Cale couldn’t help but notice how his acting like his sworn brother right now.

‘Is this how the crown prince feels about me?’

Not just the crown prince but everyone else as well.

‘Was this why team leader-nim and Choi Jung Soo insisted that I should farm with them even after retirement?’

There was no way, right?

‘There’s no way me and _____ are similar. I’m not self-sacrificial like that. I always make sure that I will live.’

Right?

Looks like he finally got all my warnings.

Cale ignored Super Rock’s voice.

But still, he can’t deny that he caused his group some headaches.

“...I will reflect on myself.”

Choi Han only nodded and smiled at the dazed young master.

Meanwhile, Cale’s mind is a bit chaotic right now.

‘Did my karma come in the form of my significant other?’

There’s no way that’s the case… right?

Right???

[signedeclipse]

Hello! I was the one with the cannibalism request. 🫣 I really loved the headcanons you wrote! 😊

I would like to make another headcanon request for Kokushibo, Hantengu and Kaigaku with a reader who's blind. They could see when they were much younger, but now most of their vision is lost, and they have difficulty navigating at night. At first they didn't even recognized the other as a demon but were very accepting when they found out. Now they hate to be away from their demon partner and would rather spend every minute with them. I can also see them utilizing their condition to lure in victims (by asking for help) for their demon to eat.

Thank you in advance and I hope you have a great day! ☺️

Hantengu | Kaigaku | Kokushibo [X Reader]

In which their s/o is blind, and helps them lure humans in for eating.

Hantengu

Ever since he met you, alone and lost, he felt pity that you had been left to nothing for something out of your control

Of course, you were just like him, so he would protect you if it meant protecting his own ego

But you were so kind, and you didn't say anything cruel or judgemental to him, he could go as far as to say you depend on him

He liked that a lot, it made him feel special

Being apart of him, the clones didn't touch you either, either amused by your lack of sight, feeling pity, overtaken by anger at those who wronged you, or liking having something so new around

Fortunately all their eyes were different, save for Hantengu and Sekido, so it was easy to tell them apart if not for their personalities

In no way was the Upper four weak, but sometimes he was a bit...scared

He noticed how you attracted people to him, and how easy it was for him to kill once secluded

So you did it more so he could kill, instead of his clones

You empowered him and all of his egos, fueled him and made him far more powerful

God forbid someone you're luring try to harm you, they'd be dead before they can even realise what's happening, and left to rot

Him and the clones don't find trash all that delicious

Kaigaku

He found you quite pathetic all things considered

Lost with no one around, stumbling and trying to find some kind of light so you could gather your bearings

Those electric blue eyes of his, they pulled you into a false sense of hope

But through your words, so unknowing of who he was, you convinced him to humour you for awhile, as if playing a game

Kaigaku gets attached similar to how you do, but far more possessive and jealous

In a messed up way he likes that you can't see well because it means you'll only ever know him best

The fact that only he can protect you and keep you safe gives him a superiority complex, but he rarely beats down onto you about it

Your kindness is hard to combat, but he does act like he hates it

In his months as a demon, it was hard to find people to kill without making a scene, and when you saw him starving like that, you convinced yourself you could bring someone back

And with a false story about someone robbing you, three men were lured into your shared home for the slaughter

He kept it clean so you wouldn't get sick- not that you'd really notice- and since then encouraged the behaviour

Once he heard a group of people bullying you for falling in mud after you slipped

It was the only time he decided to make a real mess, leaving trails of organs across the street for all to see

You had to move but he found a better place anyways

Kokushibo

Kokushibo can be very quiet, so when you call out to him or he feels the need to say something, it usually scares you half to death

Once caught your arm moments from hitting him because you felt something on your neck and figured it was an insect- it was his breath

Tends to be unhelpful because he wants you to adapt as much as you can, and to remain independent

But on the rare occasion he'll allow you to cling to his sleeve and step slowly through darkened places

Might let you get minor injuries from walking into things but he would never allow you to gain a scar

The first time you lured someone, it was an accident

He had left without telling you, and in a panic you yelled out for him while falling

A hunter heard this and came to your aid, but Kokushibo had them handled moments before they even touched you

It happened mostly by accident

But if he was ever weakened, upset, or having trouble getting someone from a crowd?

He'll just say he needs a favour, and then leave you stranded in the street until someone comes prancing

If anyone does the opposite of helping and tries to harass you, he'll make sure their death is prolonged

Consider a thousand deep-ish wounds, so they can bleed out till morning

Authors Note - Honestly so rare for a Kaigaku request which makes me sad cuz ahhh I love him! He's really great and deserves more fanfics... But thank you for coming back Shrew (if i can call you that), your last request was such a hit I think ive written 2-3 extra requests off of it already haha!

Please enjoy and come back soon!

[linawritestwst]

Hi! I saw you're request were open, if it's alright with you can I request riddle, deuce, silver and malleus with a reader who was a knight in their old world? Thank you!

riddle, deuce, silver and malleus x reader who was a knight headcanons (gn!reader)

that moment when you try to find a pretty sword gif but all you get is sao gifs 😔

thank you sm for requesting this, knight!reader is such a fun concept!

also i'm very sick rn and for some reason i have no inspiration to write anything twst-related at all, so.. i'm sorry if these headcanons sound boring, i'm trying my best 😭

riddle rosehearts.

♡ riddle would be very surprised to hear that you were a knight in your world, but when he thinks about it more, he realizes that it actually makes a lot of sense. you're always there to protect him, you're very brave and strong and you're good with a sword. you also mentioned that you have a lot of experience with protecting people from any dangers, so whenever you had to deal with someone who overblotted including riddle himself, you never went easy on them and gave it your all. so.. yes, he can see you being a knight.

♡ your dynamic would become even cuter after that, because now you can officially be the queen of hearts' knight! riddle would act a little shy about it at first, he'd try to assure you that he doesn't need your help, but you just smile and say that you know how strong and talented your boyfriend is, but you still want to act as his knight simply because this is how you show your love and loyalty for him. also you know that riddle secretly loves it and there's no point in trying to hide it.

♡ whenever riddle sees someone breaking the queen's rules again, you calm him down before he can say anything and you simply remind him that there's no need to use his unique magic on them or punish them in some other way, when you always have your sword with you <3 riddle is sure that you aren't actually being serious, but what he doesn't know is that you are serious. you don't hesitate to pull out your sword everytime someone makes riddle angry, because this school has way too many troublemakers and you think someone should teach them a lesson and it doesn't always have to be riddle.

deuce spade.

♡ he would lose his mind when he finds out about it, but when he finally manages to process that information, he is so?? proud of you?? like wow.. you were a knight.. that's so cool!! that explains why you're so strong and why you always can feel that something or someone is dangerous and others should be more careful. also he's totally not going to brag about dating a knight when he sees ace, haha..

♡ even though now he knows that you're literally a knight (or at least were one), he's still a very protective boyfriend and he always makes sure you're safe no matter what. it's not like he underestimates you or thinks you're weak or anything like that, it's just.. he kinda wants to be your knight too.. he just really wants to be someone you can rely on and someone who will fight for you when necessary (and when it's not really necessary. he's just always ready to fight for you)

♡ if you are the one protecting him.. deuce really wants to remind you that he can do everything himself, but he just can't control his feelings around you and instead of acting like a cool boyfriend, he just goes 😳😳😳. like wow.. you are so strong and brave and talented and- also, if you try to carry him, he will literally die. his face would be so red, he'd have to cover it with his hands.

silver.

♡ he is so shocked, but also so happy when you tell him that you used to be a knight. you're just like him!! he tries really hard to hide his excitement, but you can just see it on his face. he will ask you a lot of questions, like who did you work for, was it hard for you, did anything dangerous happen to you in the past.. he really hopes that it's not annoying, he's just so happy to hear that he and his s/o have something in common and it's also something he's very passionate about.

♡ he would love to train with you. spending time with you is always fun, but he can't believe that he actually can do his knight training with you now. or maybe you can watch him and give him some advice? he's sure that you have more experience than he does. silver always listens to your advice and makes sure to remember it. though he might get a little distracted sometimes because when you show him how to do something correctly, he finds it amazing just how much you look like a real knight.. ah, of course, you were one in the past, he knows that.

♡ of course, it's not like silver will stop caring about your other traits now that he knows you used to be a knight. he's just glad to learn something new about you and he's happy to know that you and him are actually quite similar. also a lot of things make more sense to him now and he can feel you two becoming even closer than before. and even though you used to be a knight yourself, it doesn't mean that silver doesn't want to protect you anymore. he actually wants to work even harder for you now and he secretly hopes that he will be able to impress you one day.

malleus draconia.

♡ .. what do you mean he has like three knights now. you being a knight as well is certainly a surprise to him, but a good one. he would love to know more about your past and as you tell him about everything you had to do as a knight, he just keeps falling more and more in love with you and now he admires you even more than before. he already knew that you were amazing, but now you've truly exceeded his expectations.

♡ he doesn't really need to be protected considering how strong his magic is, but after he finds out that you were a knight.. oh no. oh no, malleus draconia himself is actually much weaker than you thought he was. if only he could use some help- oh there you are, y/n <3 he knows that it's not good to lie to you, but he just loves it when you come to help him and you look like you're ready to do anything for him, so please forgive him for tricking you like this.

♡ he appreciates everything sebek and silver do for him, he really does, but.. oh no, it looks like he has a favorite now. whenever you come to his rescue, he just can't stop praising you for your strength and courage and he always rewards you with a kiss after that. yes, this is malleus draconia, one of the strongest mages in twisted wonderland. yes, he will pretend to be a maiden in distress just so that his s/o can remember their knight days and save him. also i hope you're ready for sebek's reaction because he won't be happy about this at all.

[uchihaxitachi]

|| Coincidences | He comes to you after battle, struck with a Yandere Ninjutsu ||

-> A/N: I am a whore for yandere and I wanted to incorporate a whole ass big writing plot for this one. I softened up :( but I had sm fun!

Itachi had decided not to bring up the topic of you and him kissing each other, after noticing that you had already forgotten about it the next day. You were so high and drunk, it was to be expected. Right now? He had only one thing in his mind, getting over this mission to capture a group of Shinobis who were supposedly plotting against the Akatsuki. It’s not their plotting that was the problem, the Akatsuki also had matters with currency which solely depended on the members and their strength. Any contract whatsoever would cause issues if the image of the 12 dangerous S-Ranked criminals was to be hampered. Something which this thug gang, as Pein called them; was triffling around with.

Itachi out of all people? Why? Itachi’s senses played back the conversation that happened in the recent gathering.

Kisame: I really don’t know where Itachi has been these days, almost disappeared.

Itachi: I do not think I must keep you informed of my whereabouts, or the Akatsuki.

Hidan: Right? I totally agree, imagine me fucking a woman and then writing and updating about it to the leader.

Sasori: Can you shut up?

Pein: Silence! I am not here to interfere with anything. We can might as well leave them be. I just don’t want any nuisance that’s all. If anyone wants to willingly take care of this, they can. Else I will.

Itachi: I will.

Why? Because it was simple, taking care of them would prove that he gave a fuck about the organization, granting him more freedom to operate freely and less annoyance on his whereabouts and what he does otherwise.

Itachi just wanted to protect you, a civilian who’s life revolved around the most normalcy he has seen in his life years so far as a Shinobi.

The fight? Pretty easy. Struck them with his genjutsu and tortured them in the Tsukuyomi for what felt like an eternity. It was the very last member, someone who remained hidden while Itachi’s jutsu took focus, and attacked him with a poisoned potion laced knife. Itachi— had been taking various types of poisons everyday, little by little amounts. The evasion from the attack was easy, what was not easy was the scorching pain it landed him in.

After teaching them a lesson, making them traumatized for life as if it meant nothing, Itachi dragged himself out. All he had was some pain, he knew he couldn’t die from this. This was just— a scratch.

What would you have been doing right now?

A scratch that might- make him see hallucinations?

What if you needed him?

Still, just a scratch.

What if you missed Itachi so much?

Nothing too big, he will take care of it.

What if you remembered the kiss?

Pouring rain came onto Itachi, drenched in two things— love and sickness for you. A longing for you he couldn’t seem to satiate no matter how hard he could try. An uncanny and bizzare appeal to protect you burning.

Itachi had never acted out of place once, in the times you’ve interacted with him. Hell he was your safe space for the sake of it. Today? Itachi had knocked your door at 2 am. You weren’t asleep because you sleep late, but a pang of anxiety curled in your stomach as you mumbled, “Who’s there?”

“It’s me.” The quiet, sublime voice of the Uchiha greeted you.

“Itachi? You—” you rushed outside, immediately pulling the door open and glancing at him, drenched in the thunderstorm and eyes glinting happiness when he saw you. This time, Itachi initiated a hug. For the first time ever, the Uchiha’s hands snaked around your waist, catching you off-guard as he tugged you close, letting you collide against his chest. A soft gasp escaped you, unknown to his behavior, you looked up, smiling and bursting into a giggle. “Great, now we’re both fuckin’ drenched.”

Itachi smiled back, kissing your forehead as you widened your eyes, trying to register what in the actual fuck was happening before he let himself inside, taking his cloak off. You had seen Itachi naked, you had nursed him back to health— but still, the clothing stuck against his skin made you feel, weird in the best day.

“I’m going to take a shower, Y/N.” Itachi humbly spoke, paving his way to your bathroom. “Y-yeah.” You blinked, still getting used to what was happening. “Yeah- sure.”

You went into your bedroom to change as well, coming back to cook some soup and some ramen, filled with veggies. You were unsure if Itachi had properly eaten after all. “I can smell the aroma.” Itachi walked out, using the towel to dry his long hair, eyes darting towards your form in a carnal way. Itachi liked making eye contact but never— ever, this intense.

“Yes, wasn’t sure if you had eaten, Uchiha.” You smiled, tapping the wooden surface of the table to usher him closer. Itachi took the hint and sat beside you, breaking the chopsticks and digging into the first bite. “No wonder your business runs so well, my dear.”

My dear.

Itachi— was warm, dangerously warm with his tone. You had never heard him talk like this. “Thank you.” A flush ran through the apples of your cheek.

“How has it been for you? It’s been quite a while.” Itachi asked the next question.

“Uh, you know? The usual. Nothing much, no trouble as such.”

You were vague, as always. This time, Itachi pressed harder. “So nothing significant, huh?”

“Nope, oh yeah- there was this friend I met after a long time. The one crushin’ over me since High School.”

Nope- nope- nope- should not have shared this.

“A friend? Do I happen to have heard his name?” Itachi raised a brow, sounding ever so natural. “Ah nope, you don’t know him actually. It was good though, we spent some time. Reminiscing over old memories.”

What did you mean memories? What was so memorable about someone liking you? Does the man have a death wish?

“I see, happy that the person you met. Unknown to me, and you still haven’t told me the name of— made you feel better.”

You looked at Itachi and blinked, “Well his name is Kyosuke.” You rolled your eyes, “Don’t have to be so petty, Itachi.”

Itachi wasn’t being petty. Itachi was being careful. He didn’t want you to feel scared of him. Didn’t want to burden or scar you. Part of him, the hyper self aware part of him knew that something is wrong with him right now. “Good night.” Itachi got up, leaving half of the food and walking away.

“Itachi it’s still pouring outside, stay in.” Of course he will. He just wanted you to want him to do so.

“I know, I will sleep outside. Please feel free to go inside Y/N.” He smiled, flicking your forehead and making sure you don’t suspect a thing.

How could you really? He was not the master of deception for nothing. Worse bit of it all? When the next day you heard the terrible news of Kyosuke dying via suicide. How naive— if only you understood the depth of Itachi’s abilities to understand the carefully orchestrated murder he did. Why else would a normal guy commit suicide by gauging his eyes out, the same eyes through which he saw you as a potential partner?

Itachi is happy to hug you. Let you sob and cry in his arms while he tells you it’s going to be alright. Maybe even feel guilt enough when the jutsu fades… but then again, Itachi was never someone to shy away from murdering people. Maybe the jutsu brought the real, carnal, dangerous self on the surface, something that had been long dormant.

[summershouto]

baby 5 & sanji- the role of gender

I’m definitely not the first person to say this but Sanji’s women obsession is very similar to Baby 5’s need to please and I wanted to expand on it more bc the thoughts keep bouncing around in my brain 

Sanji and Baby 5 have the same core need to find love and it effects their actions- especially in matters with romance/the opposite sex. While both of their fixations are often treated as jokes, they still reflect underlaying issues tied to their backstories.

The way they act on this romantic drive is somewhat different, as they both assume the traditionally expected roles in accordance with their gender. They’re putting on a performance, behaving over-the-top in effort to please, while still varying in how they portray their love-sickness to remain a model man/woman. these differences set them apart, and I feel in Sanji’s case it can result in his behavior being brushed off as simply a weird quirk (unlike Baby 5, who’s actions remain lighthearted but are recognized as a trauma response).

They both have the same reaction to potential interest/attention, but remain strictly on the opposite ends of the spectrum of Man vs Woman in a conventional relationship. 

Baby 5 maintains a caretaking, flattering-focused obsession of the opposite sex rather than transforming into having pervy gags. She wants to be needed but she also enjoys (and sometimes imagines) being swooned over.

Looking at Sanji in the beginning, before the annoying nosebleed/creep gags became more prominent, he was also rather romance driven rather than motivated by lust. He, similar to Baby 5, saw many as potential suitors; a hopeless romantic at heart. While Baby 5 strikes at the first sign of interest from a man, Sanji equally treats every woman as someone he needs to look after . 

Baby 5 jumps into the role of a caring wife. She blushes like a schoolgirl and assumes that every man who is kind is showing interest in her. Meanwhile Sanji, filling the role of a traditional man in the relationship, seeks to provide. He wants to aid women in any way possible- whether thats with cooking or actual physical protection. His pervy gags could also be read as a way to fit this norm- as a man it’s more societally acceptable to be lust driven- (and in some cases, lust/sex is a way to “prove” ones manhood).  This is especially prominent after his time apart from the crew surrounded by people that challenged his notions of gender.

Overall their use of these traditional gender roles are safe; an easy way to get attention. People in real life often use romantic attention as means of fulfillment, and I read their actions as the same.

Baby 5 and Sanji are both people pleasers. Baby 5 is named as such, noting she can’t deny anyone anything because she longs to be needed. Sanji’s lack of self-worth causes him to always put others first, even at the cost of his own wellbeing. They see themselves as existing to fulfill a needed role, bidding their time until the moment arises. 

Other people have noted how similar Baby 5 and Sanji are in this way, joking that it’s good Sanji and Baby 5 never met because they’d get married instantly. I think it would actually be very interesting if they had met. Two people pleasers in a relationship is a recipe for disaster, especially with people as passionate as Baby 5 and Sanji. Their way of dealing with conflict would be to.. not. Neither would ever want to say the other is at fault. Their approach towards romance is seeking a sense of fulfillment, which would create an interesting dynamic with their exaggerated swooning. 

Now there are some people who truly are greatly motivated to pursue relationships, but with Sanji and Baby 5’s backstories revolving around a lack of love,  it’s safe to assume that it’s a bit more of an inorganic reaction for them. Especially when looking at the situations their love gets them into, such as when Baby 5 fell head over heels for a man because he was kind to her once despite not showing any prior attraction. 

Sanji is on the opposite side of the spectrum, finding /every/ woman beautiful and himself unworthy. Where Baby 5 aims to prove her worth from any one person and seeks a reason for her receiving kindness, Sanji places himself below all the women he meets and grovels in attempt to please as they stand on their pedestals. 

Sanji was raised by Zeff- someone who had a strong influence in how Sanji perceives and treats women. Sanji’s hunger for love was enhanced by the teaching of strict gender roles and emphasis on chivalry. While Baby 5 longs to be the helpful wife, Sanji becomes the pursuer- acting like a white knight as he sought women’s attention. That’s not to say his attraction isn’t real, but his extreme reactions to women reflect his desperation to please. 

Sanji also has the added factor of the men vs women in his life prior to Zeff, with only his mother and sister showing him kindness. Women were safer; and Zeff furthered this belief through his teachings.  

They’re both self-sacrificial to a dangerous degree. To them, their lives are indispensable; meaning if someone needs to die for the greater good then that’s the role they feel they were made for. Their life IS other people.

This is also interesting to consider in the perspective of non-heterosexual relationships. Sanji has a complicated past with gender/sexuality, so his aggressive actions towards men reflect what he feels a “real man” should be. Feminine attention is good, acceptable to enjoy, but male attention is something to scorn.

For Baby 5, we don’t really see her react to the kindness of a woman. She grew up around predominantly men and men appear to be the ones who most often take advantage of her. It’s curious to consider if meeting another woman with good intentions would allow her to be more sincere. 

I guess in conclusion I often see Baby 5’s actions being recognized as a response to her past, but I don’t often see Sanji’s explained similarly. Personally I think Sanji’s behavior is greatly effected by his starve for love, and he throws himself into it just like Baby 5. However, the way theyre perceived is greatly effected by their gender and their according behavior to fit the norms. Regardlessly, he and Baby 5 both rely on other people to find their worth- and the quickest way to do that is to turn to romantic love. 

[howlsofbloodhounds]

So, about the whole soul business with Killer, I've been thinking.

Of course, sharing your soul with someone in the context of Undertale is always gonna be a deeply intimate thing. I don't think it would necessarily count as sexual (though it certainly can be if the intention is that) but it is undoubtedly intimate.

And, usually, the only time you forcibly expose someone's soul is when you're battling them. And the way I interpret the Undertale gameplay, is that you take over control by confining their soul in a space making it harder and at times impossible to flee.

Now, all of this is to say that Chara messing with Killer's soul is basically akin to them confining him and controlling him to begin with. It being forcefully exposed at all times is basically akin to him being put in battle mode permanently, specifically in the role of the attacked. And he can't hold his soul inside his body anymore, so the only chance he has of it ever being safe is if someone else holds it.

This brings us to point two: Chara and Nightmare forcing intimacy and fake "safety" as yet another way to control Killer and make him dependent on them.

Because a soul being out in the open all the time is unnatural and has to feel like a constant threat. So, especially Stage 1 (but also Stage 3 if you manage to put the idea in his head in a way that makes sense to him, and 4) would be susceptible to coaxing of the "I can give you the safety you crave" sort. Which, of course, is not the same as him offering it up willingly since it's done through manipulation, but may be something he and Color have to work through at the start. Because if that kind of offer suddenly lacks in his life as soon as he joins Color he may assume that Color doesn't want to protect him (because he would not see it as him not having communicated a deep need of his and Color wanting to respect some common and very reasonable boundaries).

However, as Stage 2 is far more apathetic than the others, I don't doubt that with them Nightmare especially was far more forceful. Especially since they're the biggest flight risk and, again, for Nightmare and Chara holding Killer's soul was always less about offering him actual safety and more about controlling him by making him more dependent and cutting off his escape routes.

So I don't doubt that Nightmare just took Stage 2's soul any time they stepped out of line. So this isn't something they crave like the other stages.

And for them to offer their soul to Color for safekeeping would genuinely mean they trust him 100%. Meanwhile, for the others making boundaries around when they offer Color their soul and asking for their soul back especially would be a show of great trust. Because the realization that Color is gonna play by their rules and they don't have to be subject to his whims just to have that base feeling of safety everyone else gets by just not being him would be a great revelation.

Just, hhhhh, it's already such an intimate act, but imagine how much more meaningful it could be if it was also about Killer taking back control over himself and feeling protected and safe and man... Colorkiller has got me in a chokehold

They make me both sick and very happy. Pictured a typical scene of where like theyre in the kitchen and colors cooking or cleaning dishes and like killers doing that typical thing of wrapping arms around waist from behind and resting chin on colors shoulder or burying his face there but like maybe he also has one hand over colors ribcage just to feel the warmth of both of their souls and feel them almost beating in sync.

or even just like lying on colors chest while color reads, the equivalent of being lured to sleep by the sound of a heart beating in a loved one’s chest. only there’s that added comfort and safety of knowing that killers soul is beating alongside colors and killer can even now comfortably lie chest to chest or on colors chest without disturbing his sensitive soul.

and also the idea of killers exposed soul basically forcing him to stay frozen in a battle mode seems very fitting and probably very reflective of killers own hypervigilance. feeling constantly attacked or about to be attacked, looking for signs of a fight about to happen or even ways to start fights himself.

and id imagine this feels like a very healing experience for both color and killer. and while for killer it’s obvious, for color it must help soothe or even outright kill that constant aching loneliness and fear of being alone. he cant be alone when he can feel killers soul, living and breathing and alive, right there beside his own soul—keeping eachother company.

{ @stellocchia }

[toxicanonymity]

Woke up trying to be productive today but my brain is like "no, we will only think about raider!joel today <3". So that's how my day is going.

Could we maybe get a nsfw alphabet with raider!joel (or literally any/all of them 'cause I'm obsessed)? Or maybe some similar hcs?

Thank you for being that into raider!Joel! 🤍 I Included the few I did elsewhere. . .you asked first but the other one was easier lol. Did these pretty quick, might expand later. NSFW 18+ Misc

A = Aftercare - Will say you did good, help you get dressed. Calls you sweet pea / baby. These twisted moments of affection, combined with your orgasm hormones, bond you further to him. Messed up.

B = Body part - Loves to parade his raging erection.

C = Cum - Won't warn you. Typical load is 7-10 mL in 7-8 spurts. Has a vasectomy. May come on you or in you.

D = Dirty secret - IDK if he has any shame that would lend itself to having secrets. Maybe the fact that he was a father. He's buried his old life way down deep.

E = Experience - Expert and very smooth operator.

F = Favorite position - Gets off on making you choose. Otherwise, depends on the setting and situation. Does he need to show you off/possess you? Does he need to dominate you?

G = Goofy - He has sick ways of amusing himself and having fun. Like making someone jack off for their life. The first time he fucked you he made a depraved joke right after it. Very dark sense of humor.

H = Hair - Ungroomed, mostly black.

I = Intimacy - Not romantic or intimate but will praise you. And his possessiveness (ex: holding you tight at night, protecting you) could be mistaken for intimacy. It's not that he puts it on fakely - he's kinda treating you like a kitten.

J = Jack off - Before he met you, on a raid he might have jacked off then come on someone.

K = Kink  - Major exhibitionist.  Had a good time cucking Jack, might try it again sometime. Likes how you look tied up (for your own good). Dacryphilia.

L = Location - Dirty mattress since day 1. But anywhere. May get off on making you choose this too.

M = Motivation - His own dominance turns him on. Including when you're vulnerable/pitiful.

N = No - Not a good guy.

O = Oral - He's good at it even if he's not trying to be (like erasing someone's touch). And yeah he does like his cock sucked, might fuck your face. Ultimate dominance.

P = Pace - He's concerned more with power than pace. Moderate pace but adjusts to whatever suits him in the moment.

Q = Quickie - Any time, anywhere

R = Risk - He's a walking risk. Idk if it would even occur to him whether something might be risky. He's so self-assured.

S = Stamina - Very high stamina.

T = Toys - Not unless you count restraints/blindfold. This is post-outbreak.

U = Unfair - Doesn't want you to come if you haven't been a good girl.

V = Volume - Moderate by default but as loud as he needs to be (depending on the setting) if he's showing his dominance or possessing you. Sometimes quiet just for BDE effect like when he fucked you in the van.

W = Wild card - He's like sugarcoated poison. He calls you pet names, praises you, but he's just vile and depraved. Has a gentle touch but also manhandles you and gets rough. And he'll get turned on at the most offensive times.

X = X-ray - 20 cm (8”). Proportional girth.  Middle is slightly thicker.  Kind of duo-toned, pink and tanner pink, tip is pink. Grower.  Balls on the larger side.  Relatively veiny. 

Y = Yearning - Very high. He fucked you three times within a few hours the day he took you.

Z = Zzz - Falls asleep very quickly if he wants to.

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RAIDER JOEL MASTER LIST

Master List: TLOU - Joel Miller

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All joel: @ethanhoewke @silkiers @eiviea @evyiione @xdaddysprincessxx @queerly-anxious @chernayawidow @ambassadortotrilliusprime   @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @jasminespringtime @romanarose  @fandomsfallnomore @djarinxore @lokanda

[phyrexian-lesbian]

Final Take on Series 14/Season 40

(It will never be season one cry about it)

Alright so Space Babies brings the while season down at least 50% so we're gonna ignore that episode- which is also useful advice for anyone watching Doctor who.

Excluding space babies, there are a handful of episodes that, stand-alone, are really good. Of course, there'd never be more than a handful because the international franchise pairing with corporate overlords only had time for 9 episodes apparently.

In fact, I like most of the season, considering I don't watch them as a season. Church on Ruby Road was interesting, playing with the idea of magic and the Timeless Child arc.

The Devil's Chord was fun and intriguing, playing with the gods and monsters idea again, and having cool 4th wall breaks and a fun villain. Its drawbacks were the stupid fucking musical number that rtd wrote with no canon reason other than "Maestro's influence", which is a repeat of what he did with the 60th (writing utter bullshit and pinning it on a stupid fucking cause that makes 0 canon sense).

Boom was incredible. For starters, it was written by someone who wasn't rtd, so that's amazing. Also, as a theatre kid, having tur central actor unable to move their body for the entire performance tickled my brain in all the best ways. All in all, it felt like an episode from 12's era, when Doctor was at its peak for me. Great episode. Made me hopeful for the future (hahahaha😶)

73 Yards was also incredible (ignoring the finale). It heightened that (false) sense of mystery surrounding Ruby, and ramped up the horror subtheme started by Wild Blue Yonder. I really enjoyed it, and it was a great story. Felt a lot like Heaven Sent, which is am achievement (All of this praise is for the standalone. RTD pissed all over his good writing with the finale, and 73 Yards was ruined by EoD).

Dot and Bubble played with some interesting ideas but was kinda meh. It was a cool reality to see 15 suffer racism (bit like 13 suffering misogyny), and it was good to see the Doctor mad again.

Rogue was very cool, and I thought it was great. Made me wish we had a Thasmin kiss tho.

Legend of Ruby Sunday, aka the good half of the finale, was very interesting. All the mystery and the magic and the reunions. They dismissed the whole bigeneration plot line, and the fact that 15 didn't see any of this shit coming meant that the bigeneration plot line was completely fucked. 14 and 15 aren't the same person in a looped time line. They're just clones of each other. The whole "therapy" situation is utter bullshit. RTD just can't kill t*nnant for shit (fr love David Tennant in other stuff and as a person in general just getting sick of him in Dr who). Sutekh's reveal could have been handled a bit better, but overall his entrance gave me chills. Loved that. Just needed a bit more detail on how he avoided the TARDIS sensors for two thousand years.

And finally, the episode that untied all the others from each other, Empire of Death. The mystery that terrified Maestro, the God of music and revels, and caught the obsession of Sutekh, the God of death and eternity, was utter bullshit. Ruby's mum is just some guy. A nice thought- we thought she was some godlike entity but she was just an ordinary human. Except. We didn't think that. RTD wrote that. The snow, the "song in her soul", the fact that Ruby's mum couldn't be perceived with anything but the naked eye, not even with Time Lord equipment- that's all superhuman shit. You can't explain that away with "she's normal". That's not how it works. Oh and the God of literal actual Death was defeated by a real good dogleash? Nah man. If you want us to take things seriously, don't pull shit like that. Also they defeated him literally the same way they did last time, adding the aforementioned dog leash. Also the fact that her mum is just normal means that the whole mystery about the specter's words in 73 yards is just... pointless? Completely useless?

Also, no one names their daughter by pointing at a sign (that wasn't there in the original shot).

And Ruby's exit was so nothing. I didn't feel a single thing. There was no emotional connection to the character. She left of her own directive. After 9 45minute episodes. Don't know if people honestly were emotional about that, because there was nothing there.

Overall, good episodes. Bad season.

[differenteagletragedy]

i love love love! the poly hcs so much! i always imagine cove and mc to be able to communicate without saying much/anything (i.e just looking at each other) cause they’ve known each other for so long. and i just think it’s funny to imagine, in a poly relationship, a troublemaker mc and cove just looking at each other all 👀😏 (probably about to cause trouble) and derek and baxter just being like “oh no, they’re back it again” skdjsjjxdj

anyway could we maybe get some more poly hcs or something 👉👈 it could be general hcs or something more specific (i.e moving into a house, adopting a pet, someone’s sick, possible group weddings???, a baby(s)???, etc), or just a random assortment, idk but i’m here for it all! 🥺 literally thank you so much for your service to the olba fans, your blog has been feeding me skdjsjsjdn

I think MC and Cove would be like that too! They have a special bond, no matter what. I'm glad you liked those specific ones though, I was nervous about it! Here's a few more :) -- When you move to a house, you have at least one nosy neighbor who is desperate to figure out what's going on. Baxter mows the lawn and he's out in his special little outfit tending to the garden and then Derek is outside too, working on the roof or building some new addition, so maybe they're together. But then Cove comes out and eats stuff that Baxter hands him from the garden, so maybe they're the couple. But Cove also helps Derek build stuff? And you're there too with your skills and hobbies? What does it all mean?

-- FOUR PLAYER MARIO KART. Baxter got Derek a Switch for his birthday, Cove got some games and you got enough controllers for everybody. Derek is the best. Cove may or may not stay up late for a bit after you get the new setup so he can hold his own in the game.

-- Really just a lot of Baxter having visions for the house, Derek executing them, and Cove being a big boy who can help lift stuff and help out wherever he's needed.

-- You and Baxter bake cakes for the birthdays. It's your special thing.

-- Everybody has to go skinny dipping at least once and that's final.

-- Derek wants a dog. Baxter wants a cat. Cove has his fish. It is a conundrum. But Derek does his research and finds a breed that will fit in well with your lifestyle that is also known to be good with cats so that everyone can be happy.

-- Baxter is fine if his cat is a jerk though, he thinks it's funny.

-- You have to keep an eye on Baxter though because he might start "finding" cats.

Baxter, holding a stray like it is the most precious treasure on earth (it is): The poor thing was all alone and frightened, what would you have had me do?

Cove, cat-proofing his fish tank again: Literally anything else.

-- Derek pumps the gas. If you have to do it, then he failed.

-- If you're all together, Cove will run inside the station while Derek pumps for snacks. Memorizing everyone's favorite snacks is one of Cove's love languages.

Baxter: I don't want anything, Cove.

Cove: Ok. *comes back a few minutes later with sour gummies, hands them to Baxter*

-- If you all decide to get married, like if everybody loves everybody like that, then Baxter is going to have a lot of feelings about it, obviously.

-- What would probably make the most sense is for you and Cove to get legally married and then for Derek and Baxter to get legally married as well. You and Cove go way back, and Derek and Baxter have a special bond as well.

-- But you can't have weddings for these, it'll just be a paper deal to cover everyone. The actual wedding has to be a ceremony with all four of you. Baxter would feel very strongly about this, so that no one is excluded, and so this is how it'll have to go.

-- Baxter plans it too, of course. Derek does everything he can to help, he keeps asking Baxter what he can do. That boy would bake the cake if Baxter asked him (Xavier will make the cake, don't worry). Meanwhile, Cove is like "Yay, wedding!"

-- Another thing is that I think Thanksgiving would be important for this lil gang. Baxter likes it because it's the Fall Holiday, and fall is his favorite. He cooks, too -- it might take him a few years, but he's going to get the hang of that turkey, don't worry. Derek likes the thought of everyone being thankful, it makes him feel cozy. Cove likes to eat. It's a good time!

[jahayla-parker]

The Dark War: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: 11.3k wc, Reader is Wanda’s little sister. And like her sister, she’d had her fair share of struggles. Including watching her sister and boyfriend Peter “die” from Thanos’s snap, being cared for by Tony only for him to die getting the others back, losing Peter again after NWH, and all of her existence being corrupted by Wanda after she takes the Darkhold.

Warnings: mentions of trauma, PTSD, death, blood, fighting scenes, curse words.

Request: Tysm! May I please request some angst between Peter Parker x maximoff! reader, (y/n) is the younger sister of Wanda and even has the same powers as her. . (Y/n) didn’t even blipped in Infinity War when Thanos snapped his fingers. She was terrified at that time and the one who took care of her was Tony. She nearly did enslave a town just to have a fake reality but Tony was there to comfort her. After the events of Endgame, where (y/n)’s sister went missing after Tony’s funeral and they were invited by their classmates at the Avengerscon. they both didn’t even wear costumes because they were still trying to get over Tony’s death. Now, Peter and (y/n) promises not to leave one another. Even though in No Way Home, after Dr. Strange Spell was performed. Peter left her to keep her safe while (y/n) was corrupted by the Darkhold because of Wanda’s doing. Oh I think the ending is (y/n) never remembered Peter and when (y/n) finds out about Wanda wanted to harm America. (y/n) wants to stop Wanda, that's why Wanda mind controlled (y/n) and even changed her memories which results in corrupting her mind. i would love some lovers to enemies trope. By: @oyasumimosura

If the order/flow seems off at first, it’ll make sense, plus it is done to show Peter and y/n recalling their experiences in real time.

———

“I really don’t see why we need to be here” y/n gripes, tugging on the strings on her hoodie.

Well, Peter’s hoodie she was wearing; but, still.

“May said it’ll help us look at the positives of the job” Peter sighed, rubbing her back.

Y/n turned to him, a small frown on her face but nodded.

He gave her a sympathetic smile and secured his arm around her waist as they continued walking into the AvengerCon building.

Y/n froze as soon as she pushed door open and screams were all she could hear.

There was no way anyone recognized her or Peter as neither were in the mood to put on their suits.

The couple had been through a lot lately.

———

When Thanos did his snap, Peter blipped.

To make matters worse, y/n had to watch it happen right before her as his body in her universe seemed to disintegrate in her hands.

At the time she had no way of knowing he’d be back, or that anyone who disappeared was still alive.

The grief of that battle was unbearable.

She lost her older sister Wanda, who raised y/n since she was an infant.

She also lost her sister Wanda’s partner Vision who’d become like an older brother to y/n.

But at least Wanda had Vision.

Y/n wasn’t so fortunate because in audition to countless family members, coworkers, fellow Avengers, friends, and classmates blipping… she also lost Peter.

She’d been holding his hands tightly in her’s as he fought to stay with her, both of them crying and visibly shaking; but it hadn’t been of any use.

She also lost May, MJ, Ned, and so many others.

But even when combined none hurt nearly as much as Wanda’s and Peter’s perceived deaths.

Tony had been the only one who took the initiative to step up and help y/n.

Everyone was dejected after the battle and while Tony tried to coax y/n into returning to the headquarters with him to determine their next steps, she couldn’t.

It felt as if her brain was on fire.

She kept seeing their deaths before her very eyes over and over as if someone was performing some sick vivid puppet marionette show inside her brain.

It began as soon as the snap ceased and everyone took in what had happened.

They knew it was a possibility; hence why they were there in the first place.

Y/n knew she very well could have died that day.

She’d considered and prepared for that.

But what y/n hadn’t considered was watching her only remaining family and the love of her life disappear before her.

She felt powerless and her body shut down.

She wished her brain would follow suit so that the flashbacks would stop.

But they didn’t and she knew Tony had been working on some therapy glasses for his own PTSD and she didn’t want him to know and try them on her.

He wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt her, but she also didn’t want to risk losing the last pieces of her loved ones she had left; even if it was just the memory of their deaths.

As painful as it was, it allowed her to see them; to feel a nonexistent version of them present.

She knew it was all in her mind.

It was one of the downsides of her and Wanda’s powers.

Everything they saw -whether in reality, peoples’ fears, their own nightmares, or something else- was remarkably graphic and detailed.

It was nice when it came to happy memories, but when it came to challenges and turmoil it became a heavy burden.

While anyone in their position would have PTSD or other trauma symptoms from what happened that day, the mental picture would be infinitely more severe and aggressive in y/N’s mind.

She was only a teenager when it happened, when she felt as if she’d watched her life turn to dust around her rather than the bodies of those she cared about.

She knew denying Tony’s offer of support was inconsiderate and futile but she desired isolation.

She wanted to get as far away from the loved ones she still had left because what she wanted to do was not going to be safe.

She wanted to get home and find a safe place to let out her anger and pain.

Following the battle, she used her powers and fled the scene and returned to New York.

Her flight had been done subconsciously as her brain was still beating itself up with the visions of the battle that night.

As a result, she hadn’t realized her subconscious mind led her back to a familiar place.

Consciously she had intended to land on one of the uninhabited small islands just outside of NY, where she would be safe to scream, cry, throw her energy blasts and have them land in the surrounding water rather than on people, etc.

However, that plan was ruined the moment her feet hit the ground outside of her house.

Still in costume, she numbly walked through the streets her and Peter used to walk on a daily basis.

She decided if her own brain would let her release her pain the way she wanted, she might as well just go through the motions and ignore what she was feeling.

A voice in her mind kept screaming that the concept was easier said than done, especially if she wasn’t going to let Tony help with the flashbacks she was already having less than a few hours after.

Plus, she wasn’t even sure what those motions were.

Was her brain wanting her to somehow heal, release the chaos inside her, or what?

However, she no longer cared.

The pain inside of her was far too great to think about anything else other than wanting some kind of relief.

She still had a small strand of cognitive function left that allowed her to remain in control around the citizens of NY.

Many of whom eyed her as she walked down the street in her torn and dirty costume, blood dripping down her face from a cut she sustained above her eye.

She could tell some were relieved, glad to see at least one Avenger had made it through whatever had happened.

She wanted to hit the ground under them with so much force it would knock them all down so they understand she wasn’t the one they needed to have survived.

After all, she had been unable to do anything as millions of people died within seconds.

The world deserved better than her and her failed attempts to keep them safe; to keep Wanda and Peter safe.

Others watched her in horror or anger, their blaming of her projected in their icy stares and balled fists.

Y/n kept taking choked breaths of air as she kept her eyes on the ground beneath her feet.

She couldn’t blame them or their anger, they were right; she was at fault.

Most people though seemed to be lost in their own worlds, hurting and grieving for those who disappeared.

Some people were posting missing flyers, others talking to police officers about trying to find their loved ones, etc.

Y/n fought the urge to crumble the ground and let the balled up powers she’d been resisting release.

How could they all be so dense?!

She wanted to scream that their loved ones were dead. Not missing, dead.

How could people not see that?

She had literally watched and felt Peter’s body turn to cremations before her.

How is that missing?!

She shook her head and pushed on, hoping to get to the train station and then decide where to go.

She didn’t even know what she was to do anymore or where she was to go.

But behind the painful scenes playing behind her eyes still, barely noticeable beneath the shared sobs from her and Peter, was a longing sensation.

She had the memory of that night, but she needed more.

She needed something to cling onto that reminded her of him.

Technically everything reminded her of him.

But she needed something that was special to the two of them, something that would elicit such a joyous memory that it might pause the echoing one currently playing.

Her hands shook as she let her subconscious mind lead her unstable legs towards the stop number it wanted.

It was pointless, the subway cars had stopped moving as people panicked.

She sighed and rested her body against a support as she hesitantly looked at the sign to see where she was going.

The burning in her chest grew as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

Of course.

The irony made her want to laugh had it not been for the pain.

She was headed to Tony.

Well, to Stark Headquarters anyways.

That had been where she and Peter first met.

————

They both, although neither one was believable, lied about being interns for Tony rather than part of his team.

It hadn’t taken more than a few days before Tony introduced the two, exposing their lies towards the other.

From that moment on, they agreed to not attempt to lie to one another again.

A promise they’d kept…

Until today.

Y/n had begun to attend school with Peter instead of just homeschooling in order to benefit from them science and mathematics program they had.

Therefore, she and Peter had been on the bus together when his Spidey senses (or Peter tingle as May often joked) were activated.

She and Peter promptly made eye contact and silently agreed to get Ned to cause a distraction so they could handle whatever was going on.

When they made it to where Tony was that morning, after much resistance on Tony’s part, he promoted them to discuss the seriousness of the issue together as he had with Pepper previously.

Y/n and Peter promised, as they always did, that they were in this together and no matter what happened they’d accept the procedures and outcome and move on.

When exchanging these promises, they’d mostly referred to not holding grudges over something the other did during the fight (usually when one would panic about the other’s safety being risked in order to do that behavior).

The outcome part had meant that even if the villain got away, they would accept it as it was an move on without blaming themselves or each other.

They started to make these promises years earlier at Tony’s suggestion.

He’d picked up on their relationship and connection before even the two of them did.

He knew the wreckage this line of work could cause and he wanted to help them prevent it.

The self blame aspect had been a big issue for them both at the time, something Tony knew very well.

However, he wanted them to also agree to not blame each other for the outcome.

He knew just how easy it could be to convince yourself to blame someone for the things you saw and did on this job.

Peter and y/n began the promises out of obligation but as time went on they soon understood the importance of it.

While they’d not been on many missions for the avengers directly, they’d had side projects for Tony and around their neighborhoods they worked on together.

Tony had been right, it was easy to want someone to blame when things didn’t go right; whether that was yourself or the other person.

These promises helped them stay accountable to the other person all because of their decision to not lie to each other again; and to them, breaking a promise was doing just that.

Therefore, immediately prior to taking on the wrinkly purple giant named Thanos, the two had promised this once again to each other.

The scene unfolded before her as she recalled staring into his beautiful eyes and holding his hand intently.

As she watched Peter tell her he promised, she sobbed loudly in present time, feeling a wave of guilt take over her.

She’d broken her promise to him.

She’d lied to him.

To be fair, she had no idea at that moment what she was truly promising.

She didn’t know she would be promising to accept the fact that he died.

That was never part of the plan or the promise, right?

She supposed in some way, it was.

While neither felt comfortable admitting it was a constant possibility in their work, they both knew it was.

That’s why they’d made the promise right?

Knowing that it might all go to shit.

That the outcome could be something devastating.

However, not even in her darkest moments did she ever truly believe she’d watch Peter die.

That she’d watch her sister Wanda die.

Wanda had shown y/n how to use her powers in such a profound way it made y/n confident that she would, could, do whatever it took to keep Peter safe.

She’d been willing to sacrifice her life for his, any day, at any time.

So if the fear of losing him ever creeped into her mind during these promises, she was too cocky to acknowledge them and accept their weight.

So as she watched Peter kiss her forehead after his promise and reassurance, she let her knees buckle as she fell to the cement flooring of the subway.

Not only did she let Peter down, let him die, but she also had to live with the fact she broke their promise.

The last promise they made to each other.

In fact, they’d made that promise twice today.

Once when Tony prompted but again when Peter noticed what was happening.

Promising him came as second nature to her at that point so it hadn’t even crossed her mind what exactly she was promising.

She was too caught up in the moment, in the feeling of his hands flaking and crumbling in her grip, the sight of his rosy cheeks splintering and turning to dust.

She would have told him anything, promised him anything in that moment if it eased his pain or her’s.

Instead, it caused her to now feel so much worse as the last thing she’d ever say to him was a lie.

There wasn’t even any choice in the matter.

She couldn’t keep the promise.

She couldn’t not blame herself for what happened.

After all, she’d survived but he didn’t.

It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right.

She couldn’t accept the outcome.

How could anyone expect her to?

She lost her sister and her boyfriend in a matter of minutes.

Not to mention the countless other people she cared about.

And she sure as hell couldn’t move on.

In fact that notion made her want to throw up whatever was left in her stomach.

She couldn’t live a life without Peter.

A life without Wanda.

And certainly not a life without either of them.

The longing within her that had pulled her to the subway station in the first place intensified as she nervously racked her brain to find a way to feel their presence.

She knew she’d never get over the guilt of breaking this promise to Peter, but it couldn’t be avoided.

She refused to accept it and move on; whether that was selfish or not.

———

“Hey, are you okay?” Someone asked, causing y/n to return to the present moment.

One in which she found herself curled up in a ball, her face smashed against the cold disgusting cement, hands pulling at her hair, as sobs shook her body.

Taking several ragged breaths to calm herself enough to uncurl her body and remove her hands safely from her head, she forced a tight nod.

She used both hands to repeatedly tug on the hem of the top of her costume, afraid they might begin releasing energy bursts if not actively doing something else.

“I take it you lost someone” the person said quietly, looking towards the subway line.

Y/n glanced up from the ground to look at the person before her; finding a girl roughly her own age.

Wiping her eyes quickly before clenching her hands on her hem again, she sighed.

Who had this girl lost today?

The heartbreak on her face was clear and yet her she was trying to help y/n face her own losses she knew nothing of.

Y/n was supposed to be the hero.

She was the one who should be taking care of this person, even if they were the same age.

Yet, despite dressed in her superhero costume and still having her abilities, y/n felt like she might as well have been a piece of gum stuck to the floor she’d laid on moments ago.

Something everyone should just step over, or even step on.

She hadn’t felt that weak since the first day of training at the headquarters.

———

Wanda had prepared her some, but y/n was severely out skilled by the other avengers.

It took a serious hit to her confidence which only made her worse and her moves slower.

Peter had noticed her change and confronted her, shock written on his face.

When she explained what happened, he reassured her that he was in awe of her skill but still offered to help her however he could.

From that day on, she never cared what anyone else thought.

Why would she when Peter was always there to shut the self doubt and sense of inferiority down?

However, Peter was gone.

She had to face these feelings alone.

And the reason she had to, the reason he was gone, was a direct result of her incompetence.

———

“I lost my boyfriend… I think, I haven’t been able to reach him” the girl added causing the waves of panic in y/n to pause briefly as she snaps out of her dissociation.

Y/n bit her lip and tried to offer a sorrowful look towards the girl; the best comfort she could offer in her state.

“You?” The girl asked, clearly desperate for a connection in this new world.

“M-my sist-sister” y/n choked, her voice frail, “a…and… my-“.

“Oh my god!” The girl screamed, running to someone or something behind y/n.

Clumsily turning around, y/n watched as the girl embraced with a boy their age, both in glee as they pulled each other in for a kiss.

“My Peter” she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes and dug her nails into the palms of her hands in an attempt to maintain control.

Y/n rushed up the stairs of the subway entrance, nearly tripping on each step.

She took shaky breaths as she literally dragged herself towards Stark Headquarters, using anything around her to grab onto with her hands and pull herself that direction; allowing her to keep moving and also keep her hands busy.

She wasn’t sure how long it took before she reached the building, but she felt herself collapse upon the field of grass outside.

Tony’s security system alerted him to her presence and he and Happy rushed out to help her in just as the black spots in her vision merged into total darkness.

———

As she slept on his couch, Tony prompted Happy to make sure the room he had for her was ready for her arrival.

Tony had secretly designed rooms for each avenger within the facility, as he had with the former Stark Tower.

That way, should anyone need a place to stay, escape to, or simply rest after a battle they had one.

Pepper made some tea as quietly as she could, constantly glancing over to y/N’s unconscious body next to Tony.

He put his hand on her back and sighed, rubbing his other hand over his face.

“Do you think it’s her sister or the kid?” Tony asked, more to himself than anything.

“Both Tony. You know that” Pepper responded, pouring some tea into a mug for y/n.

Tony shook his head, “I never should have let them come and fight”.

“Stop. You know that wouldn’t have changed anything. The same people would have blipped. The only difference is that it would’ve happened a bit sooner had it not been for the two of them” Pepper reprimanded kindly.

Tony groaned and nodded, his guilt still not subsiding.

“I have to help her” Tony whispered.

Pepper placed the cup next to y/n on the coffee table before rubbing Tony’s shoulder, “we will.”

“I feel like crap the kid is gone” he said, still referring to Peter with the nickname he used for him since day one.

Pepper nodded, sitting on the edge of the table to be near them both.

“I can’t even imagine how she feels” he added, noting how y/n looked in pain even as she slept.

———

When she woke, it was like her body was a rubber band that had been stretched to its max before released.

Her upper body immediately snapped forward, in a dizzying pace.

She scanned the room in alarm as she tried to make sense of everything.

She knew she’d had a horrific nightmare, one where the unthinkable happened.

But she wasn’t sure how she got here, to Tony’s couch in the Stark Headquarters.

Had she been training when she suffered a concussion and he brought her here to rest?

It would explain the pain in her body, the burning in her brain, the terrible nausea and headache, and of course the nightmare.

But she couldn’t recall; although if it was a concussion that too would be explained.

“Woah, woah. Take it easy y/n” Tony suddenly said, approaching her from where he was seated on his recliner.

She squinted at him before looking around for Peter.

He had to be here somewhere.

She knew he wouldn’t leave her alone after a concussion, but where was he?

Maybe the nightmare wasn’t a nightmare after all…

No, that’s impossible.

She shook her head to try and clear her mind.

She noticed it didn’t make her dizzy or hurt the way it did after her last concussion.

She began to feel her breathing quicken as she tried to wake up more and understand what was going on.

“Y/n who… who or what are you looking for?” Tony asked, uncertain if she was awake enough to recall what happened.

“P-Peter” she said, and as soon as she did, before Tony’s face even had time to display his sorrow, she felt a tearing pain in her chest.

She scratched at her chest as tears began to form, “it… I had a nightmare… he… he…”

She stumbled with her words a bit longer before she muttered, “i-i-it wasn’t a nightmare… was it?”

She knew the answer, the pain in her whole body was screaming it at her.

But she had to hear it from someone else.

Tony was silent for a moment, hesitant to respond.

When he did, his voice broke as he struggled to keep his composure, “no. It wasn’t. He… he’s gone. They’re gone”.

Y/n pulled her feet under her butt and aggressively stood up and stepped off the couch.

She began pacing across the open living room, hands pulling at her hair.

Her eyes picked up on the color of her hair flickering by her face, the same color as Wanda’s, just as her brain caught up on her memories from earlier and her journey here.

She wanted to burst, to let whatever energy had been forming inside of her flow even if it meant it tore her apart in the process.

To Tony, the girl looked frozen in shock.

Internally she was fighting to not release the pain in here, especially after Tony had seemingly taken her in immediately when she needed.

As a result she froze her whole body as her muscles formed a metaphorical wall around the surging energy beating against them in an attempt to be released.

“Umm… Pepper said that… you might want to have some of their stuff…” Tony mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he approached.

“I told her it might be too soon… you know? But… she said to let you choose…” he said, looking over her face.

The resistance she was using against herself paused when the energy’s flow seemed to halt.

It was as if her brain clung on to whatever comfort Tony was trying to offer her.

He noticed her eyes refocus and look at him, making the corner of his lip curl a little.

“Here, Happy boxed some stuff and put it on your bed” he said, opening the door to what must be her new bedroom.

Ignoring the meaning behind that for the time being, she stepped in and rushed to the box on her bed.

She cautiously removed the lid, as if it was chemistry class and the contents inside were dangerous chemicals that couldn’t be mixed.

Tony watched, leaning on the doorframe as he felt himself tear up as she went through some of the items.

He noticed how careful she was with every item no matter how durable it might be, the way her eyes scanned them as if memorizing every detail, the lowering of her chest as she placed each one down and let more tears fall.

He sighed and decided to let her process her thoughts without a babysitter.

However, just as he’d made it back to the living room, he heard the most heartbreaking wail come from her room.

As he rushed to her, he saw her holding a necklace and a small note in her hand, her body on the floor, the room suddenly a mess as things had been knocked over.

Tony panicked and raced for the button to prompt his suit to fly to him, but he wasn’t fast enough.

As y/n cradled the necklace against her chest, the note firmly in her hand, her sullen eyes looked up and she soon flew out of the room.

Tony sighed as the suit finally reached him and Pepper and Happy not far behind.

“Tony. Let her go” Pepper sighed.

“What?!” He snapped, pointing towards the direction she left in.

“She’d just a child!” He argued.

She nodded, “I know. But right now she needs time to grieve. You should know first hand that sometimes that’s easier alone. She’ll be back”.

He sighed and nodded, she was right.

He couldn’t do much to help her until she’d processed what happened.

He slumped into his chair and scowled at the wall.

———

He’d sworn to keep her and Peter safe, and he’d told both Peter and Wanda he’d of course always make sure y/n was okay and safe.

Wanda made him assure her before even letting her sister near him.

Peter however, asked as he clung desperately to Tony one night when the two had gotten beat up on a mission.

Peter had never been so afraid in his life.

Y/n had managed to get hit by s stray bullet, and while she assured him it was minor, he worried constantly until she healed.

When she was getting stitched up, Tony had come to scold the two for being vigilantes but instead was faced with calming Peter down and swearing he’d take care of her no matter what.

It was something Tony had already considered and planned on, for both of them, but seeing the desperation in Peter’s eyes that night reminded him how important it was.

It somehow felt even more important now, now that she’d lost Wanda and Peter.

———

However, perhaps Pepper was right.

Maybe she would benefit from some time alone to process what happened.

He’d check on her again soon if he hadn’t heard from her in a day or two tops.

———

“Go” Pepper said, stepping out of y/N’s empty bedroom.

Tony gave her a thankful smile and kissed her softly before entering the suit he left in the living room so he wouldn’t have to wait when the time came.

He sighed and told his command to turn on the GPS tracker.

Just as he had with Peter’s, he placed a tracker in y/n’s suit for her protection.

Tony raised his eyebrow as he looked at the map that showed she was in a small town just outside of Rhode Island, unsure what lead her there.

Tony’s eyes widened in awe, horror, and downright disbelief at the sight before him.

There was this glowing dome-like feature starting to form over the rural town before them.

Y/N’s hands were still waving back and forth rapidly, causing the energy to stretch and the dome’s roof to expand to cover more of the town.

Tony wasn’t quite sure what she was doing, but he was sure it wasn’t good.

She looked in worse shape than she had been before, and the area surrounding the town was burnt to a crisp with only marks of her energy bursts left behind.

“Y/n, you need to stop” he demanded.

She paused briefly but didn’t turn to look at him before resuming her energy manipulation.

“What is it you think you’re doing?” Tony asked, trying a different approach.

“Fixing it” she said, the tone of her voice emotionless.

“Fixing what? What’s wrong with the town?” He asked.

“Nothing. That’s just it. They’re all happy and have their family and boyfriends and all of that” she said, her voice going up an octave.

Tony gulped as he looked between her and the town, “So you’re going to put them in a force shield? So they’ll be safe?”.

She didn’t respond which caused him to sigh, “That’s sweet, y/n. But it isn’t needed, they didn’t ask for this”.

“No, but they have enough to share. I’m just asking for a small part “ she frowns.

“What?” Tony questioned, not understanding what she was getting at, “share what?”.

“That happiness. I can start over here. Peter and I can have a new start. Wanda too. You can come if you want” she said, seeming far off.

“Y/n that’s not possible. I’m sorry, but they’re gone. You can start again yes, but it’ll be without them “ he frowned.

“No! I -I can’t. I won’t. I’m not doing this without them “ she said, her voice breaking as the energy over the town shook.

Tony slowly drifted to her, hoping his presence was comforting.

“Doing what, exactly? You can’t start over with them when they’re not here. So what are you doing?” He asked.

“I…I…” Tony noticed she paused as if considering her own behaviors for the first time, “I am making a new reality. One I can control. I’m tired of being unable to protect those I care about “.

Tony squeezed his eyes shut momentarily, understanding her desire but also knowing unlike him she’d be able to accomplish it due to her telepathic abilities.

“I understand. But y/n, you cannot enslave a whole town” he argued.

She glared at him, “they’d still be happy. I’m not cruel”.

“No, you’re not. Which is why I need you to ask yourself, why are you doing this?” He asked, holding up a finger as she begun to answer.

“Because Thanos took away your control hm?” He said, making her remember how Thanos used the time stone to freeze her movements as she tried to attack him.

If she’d not been frozen in time, she’d have had his gauntlet melted within seconds.

She sobbed as she nodded, the energy over the town still there but not growing.

“Because you know what it felt like to not be in control of your body, your life, your situation. It’s not fair to do that to them either” he said, his hand on her shoulder as they floated above the dome.

She turned and broke down crying in his arms as she lowered her shield over the town.

———

Every day since that night Tony had been there to help her deal with the loss of Peter and Wanda.

Morgan, Happy, and Pepper were big in her recovery as well but no one was there like Tony was.

He understood her pain in ways they hopefully ever would, he knew Peter and Wanda the best out of everyone who remained (which allowed him to comfort her and also keep her in control of her emotions got too much), and he cared for her as if she was his other daughter.

He had more than taken her under his wing that night, he made her his family and she was eternally grateful.

Which is why his death had hit her so hard.

While she was elated to have Peter and Wanda back, she now lost Tony.

The person who’d been there for her during the most painful 5 years of her life.

Sure she was happy to have her loved ones back.

But part of her was mad.

It was like he didn’t even consider what his death would do to her.

He knew how badly she was handling Peter and Wanda’s death and then he just sacrificed himself?!

But at the end of the day, the anger was really just a band-aid for void in her chest.

It was like a piece of her was gone.

Except this time, there was no genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist to undo his death the way he had theirs’.

———

“Come on” Peter sighed, having caught y/n spacing off while staring at a poster of Iron Man.

“How can you do this Peter?” She whispered, her voice cracking.

Peter frowned and pulled her to him, placing a kiss on her forehead, “I was only pushing through it for you… cause everyone said it would help. Do you want to go?”

She nodded against his chest, her hands griping the back of him.

Peter kissed her forehead again before softly guiding the two of them to the exit.

“Wait!” Someone shouted, causing them both to stop and face the voice.

Fortunately they weren’t calling for either of them.

However, as they turned back around, they can face to face with a fan dressed as the Scarlet Witch.

Y/n instinctively clung on to Peter as her eyes stung with tears.

Wanda had come back too, another result of Tony’s sacrifice.

However, she had her own burdens and left y/n behind suddenly.

———

It was the night of Tony’s funeral when she last saw her sister.

That night, y/n was curled into Peter’s side as they did their bests to comfort each other while simultaneously both grieving.

As she watched the memorial float away from the cabin, she turned to make eye contact with her sister only to find her missing.

Peter had helped her for hours until they stumbled upon a note that infuriated him.

Wanda had left, with nothing but a note saying she loved y/n and goodbye.

Peter wasn’t sure about showing her the note but he knew he couldn’t lie to her so he caved.

Ever since that night, he regretted showing her the note.

He watched as she retreated inwards and away from everyone.

He knew she no longer trusted that people wouldn’t leave her.

After all, he had, Wanda had -twice now-, Tony had, and so did many others.

It took him months to get her to believe he wasn’t going to leave her in the middle of the night as they slept; cuddled together in his twin bed at his aunt May’s house.

———

The look he saw in her eyes tonight seeing the fan dressed as her sister made him wish he was in costume so he could swing her out of there and back to their home.

“I know” he coos softly, holding her tightly to him as he takes the brunt of the bodies bumping them as they move.

“Don’t leave me please” she whimpered, hiding her face in the hood on his hoodie she had on.

“Hey, y/n, I promise you, I’m never leaving you. Remember?” He asks gently, opening the back door and letting the cool air hit them.

She sniffles and straightens her back as she nods and untangles herself from him.

“Hey, y/n/n,” he says, pulling her to him by her hands.

She peers into his adoring eyes with her tearful ones.

He smiles softly before tenderly stroking her cheek, “I promise there’s only one way I’m ever parting from you and I don’t intend on that happening to either of us for a long time until it’s natural from old age”.

She giggles softly as he repeated the long version of the promise he began to make to her months ago.

———

While he changed a few words since then, she knows the sincerity is there.

He memorized it from the start, having only changed a few words to avoid directly mentioning death for the time being.

———

She nods, her palm cupping his cheek.

She gasps as she feels how cold it is and she shakes her head, pulling the hood of his jacket up to shield his face from the NY air.

He blushes but it does little to warm his cheeks and she noticed.

She smirks and rolls her eyes playfully as she cups both cheeks between her hands this time and lets some energy flow.

She doesn’t let the energy go into him, just in her hands under her skin as to not be too warm.

The heat radiating off her palms warms his face quickly and he gives her a knowing smile.

She lowers her hands and leans her head on his shoulder as he protectively holds her waist while they walk.

“So, MIT still the plan yes?” Peter asks as they make it to the school rooftop.

“As long as you’re coming too Pete” she smiles, sitting down with her legs stretched before her.

Peter chuckles, sitting behind her with her in between his legs, arms wrapped around her upper body, “I promise, I’ll follow you wherever it is you want to go. I promised you, you’re stuck with me for eternity babe”.

She laughs and leans back to stare up at him, a wide smile on her face, one he hasn’t seen in a long time.

He smiles back and kisses her nose, making her laugh more before she looks back to the city.

“Then MIT it is handsome” she whispers closing her eyes.

Peter smiles down at her, more than pleased to see her so relaxed.

———

The scene of that night played over and over in Peter’s head as he splashed his face with cold water.

He never intended on breaking his promise.

But he did.

At least it was for a good reason, right?

That has to mean something, doesn’t it?

Besides, at least she didn’t know he broke it.

After all, Doctor Strange’s spell made her not even know he ever existed.

He’d simply wanted to help her get into MIT as they planned, as she deserved.

But it all quickly went sideways and the next best outcome became everyone, including y/n, forgetting Peter ever existed.

He hated the idea of her not knowing him, and him not being able to be with her.

But, he hated the idea of having to explain to her their past and that he had left her, more.

Plus, it has been nearly a year since that night by now.

Confessing now would only make her hurt even more, right?

It would mean she had to recall and therefore relive the moments of him leaving her.

During the battle with Thanos, after the spell, and technically another time after the spell when he decided not to fulfill his promise to make her remember.

He sighs and pushes away from the sink.

At least she could try to be happy now right?

Peter tried to convince himself, as he had this whole year, that his presence would only cause her harm and that every time she looked at him all she saw was her bad memories.

But he knew that it was a lie he made up.

He could see the way she looked at him, with so much love and compassion even when she was hurting.

The way she would run to him for protection or support.

The way she … the way she kept having him promise to not leave her.

Peter bit back his tears and sighed as he wondered how he was to ever move past this.

He’d tried nearly everything, even considered asking Doctor Strange to make him forget his past but he knew that was unlikely.

Plus as much as he was hurting he didn’t want to forget her.

He wanted to forget the pain he caused and the broken promises he made, but not her.

Never her.

It was a constant war in his mind as he struggled to cope.

He glanced at the notebook page he ripped out of his spiral notebook the other night when he couldn’t sleep.

He’d jotted down ideas on ways to get through this, most of which he learned online.

He crossed off nearly all of them.

All but one; make amends.

The only way he could do this was by facing her.

Facing the truth of his actions and seeing the hurt in her eyes.

The hurt he recognized all to well but never thought he’d be the cause of.

But was it really fair to drag her into this just to make himself feel better?

And even if so, what would happen after that?

Would he push her away again, only increasing the number of times she’d been left behind, the number of times he’d left her behind, the number of promised he’d broken to her.

He clenched his jaw and crumpled up the paper, tossing it to the corner of the room where his waste basket was.

He couldn’t do that to her.

Besides after promising he’d be there to help her through all of life’s problems and breaking it, he deserved to deal with this pain alone.

———

Peter begrudgingly grabbed the pizza box from the counter, about to step outside to make another delivery when his body turned to stone.

There she was.

Y/n.

Standing outside, looking at the surrounding area hesitantly before focusing on the building number above the door to his work.

His breathing stopped as he took in how beautiful she always is, even as she stood there scowling at the building for some reason.

Peter frantically turned around only to see his boss glaring at him from behind the counter, the pizzas in his arms already late for their delivery window.

He turned back just as frantically only to not see her anymore.

Maybe it was all in his head, his brain’s latest way of torturing him for his choices.

He let out a sigh and resumed his exit.

“You” he heard as soon as he stepped out of the door.

He closed his eyes and begged his mind to be playing some elaborate game because unless his brain was tricking him into hearing things, the voice he heard could only belong to one person.

Peter turned, his breath catching in his chest as he made eye contact with her.

“Are you Peter Parker?” She asked, calmly despite her arms crossed over her chest.

Did she know?

Did she remember him?

If she did, how was she so calm?

He wanted so badly to embrace her, to feel her hair against his face as he breathed in the fresh scent of her perfume and conditioner.

But the realization that she would then remember the pain he caused her kept him from doing so.

He swallowed painfully and nodded once.

Her calm demeanor changed in an instant and for the first time in his life, he was scared of what she’d do to him.

He always knew how capable she was, hell he’d been the one to remind her of this.

But he’d always known it wouldn’t be directed his way.

Until now.

The look in her eyes was something he’d never seen before.

They were so dark, they were almost… black.

Yet he could see the fury and pain inside them and in the way she stood.

———

He always teased her that when she was fighting to hide her emotions, her left foot would turn in ever so slightly.

He found it endearing and appreciated that it would always alert him to her true feelings.

———

However, in this moment, the force behind it, and it being directed towards him made him want to die.

He caused this anger, this pain inside her.

“Listen, y/n, I-“ he began, his voice rough as his throat was suddenly dry.

“Oh” she laughed, but it wasn’t her normal laugh, the one he fell in love with.

It was instead this cynical, dark laugh.

“So you do know who I am” she smirked, “good. That’ll save us some time”.

Peter’s eyes widened in both shock and confusion.

Time for what?

“Wait, jus-just wait” he rushed, setting the pizzas down on the bench beside them.

She rolled her eyes, “why?”.

“Because I’m confused. I know I don’t have the right to be the one asking the questions here after what I did” he rambles.

“No shit” she scoffs.

“But, please. Just explain to me what’s going on” he sighs.

She groans, “fine. I suppose it’s not a true battle if you don’t know why you’re fighting”.

“Wait what?” Peter froze, but instead of responding, y/n waved her hands and a scene unfolded in his mind.

Their surroundings remained the same but she’d begun to display the visual component of the explanation to him within his mind.

———

Peter watched with stunned tears in his eyes as he began to understand the intensity behind her anger.

Before him he watched as she showed him an image of what appeared to be himself, standing before her with Thanos’s gauntlet over his Stark tech suit.

The depiction of him snapping and Wanda and others turning to dust was so surreal, but he knew it hadn’t happened that way.

Yet, it was just as vivid and flowing as the memories she used to show him; memories from her life before him.

No wonder she was so mad, she believed these depictions.

Peter wasn’t sure what caused them to form, if it was a result to the trauma she’d endured, somehow a glitch with the spell from Doctor Strange, or something else entirely.

But here they were, as if actual memories formed from real events.

He tried to catch his breath but another scene began.

There he was, this time the others had returned and it seemed to be taking place during the last match with Thanos; the one they won.

However, instead of showing Tony sacrificing himself, it showed something much more troubling.

There was Peter, in his suit -his face hidden- likely a result of the spell as he didn’t recall having his mask on that day, standing over Tony.

He gasped as he watched y/N’s memory version of Peter reach out and kill Tony.

Again, he knew it wasn’t real.

But it felt so real, so clear, so upsetting.

———

Finally she dropped her hands and the scenes before him stopped as well.

“He was the only person I had left and you took him from me” she said, her voice firm.

Peter gulped and took a slow step back.

Clearly she did recall some aspects of reality.

Tony had in fact been the only person she had left after the blip.

But, the rest was wrong.

The cause behind it all was wrong.

He could understand if she blamed him for Tony sacrificing himself to bring him and the others back.

But thinking he was the one who caused it all, the one who killed Tony, made Wanda leave…?

That was incompressible.

He’d never do any of that, especially knowing what it would do to her.

She had to hear that.

“Y/n, I- I wouldn’t do that. You know… well you knew me… I wouldn’t hurt you like that” he stuttered, trying to find the right words.

After all, this was his fault; just not in the way she thought.

She laughed darkly again causing his fear to increase and his body to tingle.

“Y/n/n please!” He begged, eyes widening when he saw a flicker of hesitation in her gaze.

Was she still in there?

Was his y/n, the one who knew him, still here, buried under these false memories?

“Enough” she shouted, raising her hands.

Peter sighed but knew better than to try and stand there and fight.

If he wanted her back, he’d have to survive her attack first.

He ran down the street, down the alley, up a wall, and around a corner before taking the time to grab his handmade suit from his backpack.

As he zipped it up, he was nearly hit by another cosmic orb thrown at him.

“Y/n, I know you’re in there” he said, not caring if he sounded crazy.

He wasn’t going down without a fight, without giving them a fighting chance.

This time he’d keep his promise, he’d be there for her no matter the cost.

She ignored him as she levitated closer to him, the rain of bright red orbs of energy leaving her hands not seizing.

He threw himself back and forth as he avoided most of the shots, a few causing him to lose his breath.

“Y/n I don’t know what happened to make it like this-“ he admitted, trying to web her hand.

“Yeah well, sometimes, everything shifts in the snap of a finger” she smirked, snapping her own finger.

Suddenly the ground under Peter gave out and he fell through the building.

Fortunately it had been under construction so no one was inside.

He groaned in pain as he stood up to brace himself for the next attack.

“If this feels personal, that's because it is." Her voice echoed around him.

He looked around, unable to see where she was.

By the time he saw her eyes in the puddle of water leaking from a broken pipe, it was too late.

She used an energy surge to send Peter flying across the debris and into the opposite wall.

Peter rubbed his head as he stared at her in surprise, “since when can you come out of water?!”

She smirked and rolled her eyes, “my sister might’ve taught me some new tricks. You'd be wise to never underestimate me again."

Peter frowned, his eyes scrunching as he glared at her, “I never underestimated you”.

She scoffs, “really? Then why’d you break up with me? You said it was because I wasn’t strong enough, that I would always get in the way and always had to do the right thing”.

Peter’s jaw dropped as he tried to piece together where the hell she got that from.

“Well, how’s this for doing the right thing?” She asked, her eyes closing briefly as she lifted him into the air with her powers alone.

Peter glanced at the floor before looking back at her, “y/n. I would never say that. There’s nothing wrong with doing the right thing! And you’ve always been strong, more so than any of us. These memories are all wrong!”

“I will not allow myself to be gaslighted by you Peter” she snarled, letting go of her hold on him and letting him drop.

Peter quickly shot a web out and swung to the nearest support beam.

“Hmmm” she sighed, sounding bored, “what do you think Tony was thinking about? You know, when he died?”

Peter wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

Especially not when she had a corrupted recollection of his death.

“Since you seem to be too simple minded to respond, I’ll answer” she said, her voice sounding much like someone Peter couldn’t quite identify.

“You. He was thinking about you Peter. Always you, no matter who else was in his life” she said.

Peter couldn’t refute the claim, had she read Tony’s mind that night?

He didn’t know, but he did know she wasn’t recalling most details correctly.

If she was, she wouldn’t have been mad enough to get revenge on him over Tony’s last thoughts being of Peter if that were even truly what they were.

She might’ve been hurt or mad for awhile at the implications of it all, but she’d never do this.

It was then that he realized who her voice sounded like.

It sounded like y/N’s sister, Wanda.

Not the voice itself but the tone, pronunciation, emphasis, and verbiage choices.

They weren’t y/n’s, they were Wanda’s.

Peter glared into the distance as if doing so would let Wanda know he was going to deal with her soon.

That he would not let this go and he would address what she did to y/n.

Just as soon as he got his girl back, out of the rubble Wanda seemed to have formed in her mind, and back to reality, back to him.

“Y/n, please hear me out” he softly requested.

“Why should I?” She asked, her hands raising again, “you killed him!”

“I didn’t. I don’t know exactly what happened to make those memories. But I know the you that knows I wouldn’t do any of that is still inside of you” he sighed.

Was he though?

How was he to know that the version of her that remembered him and his actions would ever be reachable?

Not only had he allowed Doctor Strange to alter her memories, but seemingly Wanda had followed suit.

Was there anything real left?

It was hard to say and he wasn’t very hopeful until he recalled the hesitation he saw in her earlier.

It was as if she was reanalyzing him, their situation, and possibly reality as a whole.

He’d taken it as a small sign that maybe she remembered him.

But maybe it was more than that.

He had to try at least.

When she didn’t respond, he felt another crushing wave of hope hit him.

Sure she hadn’t agreed and come to her senses, but she hadn’t thrown another strike and hadn’t argued.

He could sense the fragment of her that he so desperately needed to find and secure.

“I know you’re doubting me and I get it. But it’s me, Peter and I do love you. I’ve never stopped loving you, and I know-“ he began but she cut him off as she shot a bolt of energy towards him, cutting the web he was holding onto.

“The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person” she sighed, watching as he dropped closer to the ground.

Peter’s web barely gripped the corner in time to have him slam into the post rather than drop to what would likely be his demise.

“You’re wrong” he mumbled, pulling himself up to the ledge despite the atrocious aching in his body.

“Tony loved you, M-May loved you, I love you” he said, “so it can’t be true. If it were they wouldn’t have loved you back. I wouldn’t still be in love with you”.

Peter aggressively wiped away his tears and sweat as he stared down at her and waited for her response.

“Oh but that’s where you’re wrong Mr. Parker” she smirked and raised herself to his level.

Peter’s heart clenching as she referred to him by Wanda’s nickname for him, one y/n had never called him before.

“See, it doesn’t matter if you love me. Because it … it didn't … it didn’t mean anything to me.” She said, and while Peter wanted to collapse in on himself at her statement, he let himself hope one last time.

He saw the resistance she had to say those words, not just in her tone but in her eyes, and in the way even when levitating her foot turned inwards.

She had no reason to be mad or emotional about that statement unless she remembered.

Unless there was a part of her angry for saying it.

Even if it was just her being mad she felt that way, it was something.

It showed him that she had some, tiny as it may be, recollection of their past, of him meaning something to her.

“I don’t believe you” he said, stepping closer to the ledge to be near her.

He watched as yet again something flickered in her eyes, beneath the blackness.

“Are you that insane? I saw the fear in you earlier, the fear still there now. You’re scared of me, which you should be” she laughed darkly.

“And you’re clearly in pain because of me. And I’m not even done yet. Yet, you still think I ever had feelings for you?” She rolled her eyes.

Peter clenched his jaw and nodded, “yes I’m scared and in pain. Because the scariest and the most painful thing is to be hated by someone you truly love."

She stared at him for a moment in silence as he breathed loudly due to the pain in his rib cage.

Peter watched as she closed her eyes and her body tensed.

He quickly shot out a web to stabilize her as her body began to sway, her levitation wavering as she kept her eyes closed.

She seemed to be focused on something internal.

Whether that was the fake memories, the few remaining real ones, combing through the two, or something else, he had no way of knowing.

So he just watched and waited for her to come around.

As her eyes reopened, she shook her head, one hand tugging on her hair; a habit he picked up on her doing when confused as she hated being lost and unsure.

“I’m here. I know I … “ he swallowed, accepting his guilt, “I know I broke my promises to you. But if you come back to me, I won’t ever leave you alone again”.

She stared at him silently and he nearly gasped when he saw her eyes were not quite as dark as they were moments earlier.

“Come back to me, please. I’m here. Tell me what happened, what she did to you, I’ll find a way to fix it” he offered, reaching his hand towards her.

He knew very well if the wrong side of her won, she’d easily be able to grab his hand and throw him to the ground.

But he didn’t care, he needed to make this right.

This was how he was going to make amends to her, by being there for her when no one else was; when he should run and hide, he’d stay.

Y/N’s hand shook so hard Peter thought it would snap off, but eventually she had her palm in his.

His heart dropped as he looked at her hand, seeing the tips of her fingers were now black.

“Y/n?! What is this?” He asked, holding her hand tightly.

“D-dark-“ she mumbled causing him to look up and see she was still fighting something inside her head.

No, not something, someone.

There was only one person he knew capable of entering her head that way.

If Peter had her capabilities, he’d have bursted into the sky that moment and hunted Wanda down.

But he didn’t and he didn’t know how, or even if he could help.

Whatever hold Wanda had over her sister was clearly still wrecking havoc on y/n even more so as she fought back.

He watched as her body slowly slumped more and more.

Peter quickly used his free hand to form an ugly but sturdy connection between the ledge he was on and the web he’d shot under to to steady her earlier.

He had barely crossed the gap between them when she dropped into his arms.

Peter hadn’t even realized he started to cry, it was as if his heart knew what was coming before his brain figured it out.

“Y/n, please, you can do this. I told you, I’ve never underestimated you. I know you can do this” he encouraged, sinking to his knees as he held her.

It had all happened so fast; for him anyways.

He knew the war inside her own mind must’ve felt centuries long.

———

He’d seen the sisters in a big fight before and knew they had the ability to communicate to within the other’s brain rather than out loud.

It had only happened once as y/n begged Wanda to never do it again, her fear of not being in control of herself being crippling.

Back then it hadn’t been done with true malice, the way Peter figured it was now.

Instead it was a fight between siblings that got out of hand.

And Wanda kept her word and never forced her way into y/N’s mind again, at least not that he was aware of.

Until whatever this was, that is.

———

He’s not sure when or how it happened, but she’d gotten back in and manipulated y/N’s mind.

That much he knew for certain.

Why or how she’d grown this strong was beyond him.

She’d been able to show people their fears before, as had y/n.

But he’d never seen either sister twist someone’s memories or corrupt their emotions.

“I’m going to get you back where it’s safe and we’ll figure out a way to get her out” he said, noticing her staring at him.

“You can’t” she sighed.

“Yes, I can. And I will, I just need to-“ he began but she weakly squeezed his hand.

“She has the Darkhold” she whispered.

“The dark- what?” Peter asked, brushing hair away from her eyes.

“Darkhold.” She squeezed her eyes together as she shook her head, groaning softly.

“Y/n” Peter whimpered, staring at her hopelessly as he waited for her to once again deal with the war seemingly happening inside her mind.

When she opened her eyes, they were glazed and she looked ready to sleep at any moment.

Peter wasn’t sure what this Darkhold thing was, but he was going to learn.

He had to know what was causing the one he loved to appear weaker than she ever had been and yet when taken over by Wanda even more powerful than before.

Peter had seen y/n fight plenty of villains and even her sister in both mental and physical sparring rounds at Mr. Stark’s headquarters but she never looked this diminished.

Either the Darkhold made Wanda stronger, y/n weaker, or both.

Regardless it was now his mission to learn everything about it and make this better, to make her feel better.

Y/n sighed, “I can’t beat her. Not now, not with the Darkhold over her. I tried. I tried to stop her from hurting America Chavez and this is what happened”.

To say he was confused would be a huge understatement but Peter nodded, kissing her forehead tenderly, “you’re stronger than you let yourself believe y/n”.

She let out a gust of air and shook her head, “it’s not my self doubt this time. That’s the point of the Darkhold, no one can beat her right now “.

Peter frowned, his heart breaking at the defeated look on her face.

“So we wait” he said, “we wait until we can”.

She laughed softly, not the dark one he didn’t recognize, but not the one knew to be genuine.

No, this was a pity laugh, he realized.

“She won’t let me Peter. It’s literally killing me to resist this much, I can’t “ she said ashamed.

“So stop resisting!” He begged, propping her frame up.

She shook her head slowly, “if I do we’ll go back to being enemies. I’ll disappear into the darkness again. She’ll win the war. And you’ll be in danger. I’ll put you in danger”.

Peter fought back tears as he tried to reason with her “then let’s be enemies. Just for a bit as I figure this out. Then I’ll come back, I’ll find you again and pull you back out”.

She let her eyes get heavy again, “Peter promise me”.

He flinched as he recalled how he’d broken his last promise to her and yet she still wanted one from him.

“I promise, I won’t stop fighting to bring you-“ he said, pausing when he saw her tense.

She mumbled something he didn’t quite understand, something about him but she’d used his name making him realize she was trying to speak to Wanda but as her powers diminished she was struggling to do so without verbalizing it as well.

“Wanda. Please! You don’t get it” she responded, and the pain in her voice infuriated Peter.

He closed his eyes tightly as he held her to him.

“Is that all it was? Why you did this. Were you hoping to raise me into being your super weapon?” She asked, trying to form a sarcastic tone but failing.

Peter’s eyes broke open as he stared in shock down at her, watching as a few tears fell from her eyes at whatever Wanda’s response was.

Peter wanted nothing more than to get y/n back to his apartment, let her rest and find Wanda and fix this whole mess.

But as he stared down at her, his brain finally caught up with the sinking feeling his heart felt minutes before.

She wasn’t going to make it.

He didn’t want to admit it, but as his eyes looked over her, he knew it was true.

There weren’t even any wounds he could apply pressure to to help her.

They were all mental, all done by the dark war inside of her mind.

Looking back at Peter, she sighed “no. I need you to promise me th-tha”.

He nodded rapidly, “I promise, love. That’s what I was saying, I promise. You have to let go, let her win this fight. We’ll win the war”.

She pouted, “stop. That’s not it. Promise me you won’t touch the darkhold”.

“What?” He asked, shaking his head in disbelief that that was her main concern right now.

“Peter!” She groaned, shutting him up.

“Fine, fine, fine. I promise, I won’t mess with whatever that is” he agreed, “now please stop fighting her”.

“Promise you won’t intentionally let her touch you with the darkhold magic” she added, reaching for his face.

He watched his tears bead off his cheeks and down onto her’s, mixing together with her own tears, “I promise. Now, y/n please end your resistance and we’ll figure this out”.

She gave him a smile, one that no matter the circumstances, made his stomach flip every time.

“I’m sorry Peter. I won’t let her overpower me again, I won’t. This dark war between us is over. I’m sorry you were dragged into it” she says, the last part almost missed behind Peter’s broken sobs.

Peter’s upper body collapsed over her’s the moment her eyes closed and her chest stopped raising.

———

Peter felt something cold against his cheek, pulling back, he saw the necklace he got her years ago around her neck.

It felt odd seeing it there, knowing she was wearing it while not remembering him when controlled by Wanda.

Especially when the locket had a picture of them together on it and a small scrap of paper he wrote her a note on folded up and tucked into the frame for the other side.

He shakingly opened the locket, needing to see the picture one last time.

Peter’s grip on the necklace doubled as he felt his muscles turn to steel.

The picture had been removed, replaced by one of Wanda and Y/n.

He knew he’d regret it, but he had to read the note and see if it was his small love letter to her or something else Wanda corrupted.

His eyes hardened as he read the fake note she used to replace his.

In his he’d talked about how much he loved y/n, well as much as he could fit onto the small paper.

In this one, Wanda wrote ‘War takes no pity on family’.

He numbly stood up, fists clenched at his side.

“You want a war Wanda?” He asked to the room that was empty apart from himself and y/n’s body.

“So be it” Peter murmured, “I’ll give you war”.

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S5e15 and s5e16 thoughts:

Obviously I need to do these ones together. I'm also going to try to do this as sort of a review rather than general thoughts...it's my first time trying this so be nice, LOL.

I have a few thoughts before I jump into the episodes.

One of the main reasons (other than the obvious one of having these additional characters with their own storyline that initially seems separate from what the series regulars are doing) that this initially felt like a backdoor pilot is because one of the titular characters is noticeably absent. And we know this was because John and Meghan were expecting their third child to be born right around the time this was scheduled to film, so he wasn't available. I'm not saying it couldn't still be a backdoor pilot, but I think it's unlikely for the moment.

The story we got was very different from the original synopsis in the article about the Ontario government funding production in Northern Ontario (https://www.nugget.ca/news/five-film-tv-productions-receive-funding) which again, is likely because John was unavailable so they launched Sarah and Jesse into the spotlight for this one.

I know Jesse fans have a lot of feelings about his glasses, and I agree that the explanation for why he no longer wears them is pretty weak. Fans of this show do have a tendency to fixate on changes in character appearances (see also: much controversy on Facebook about Charlie's season 6 hair.) Anyway, characters evolve, people change, I'm just going to leave it at that. Maybe Justin was just sick of wearing them.

Without further ado:

We open with a lovely aerial shot of “Webster Bay,” which I’m sure is 100% a real place and totally not North Bay, Ontario. (It's absolutely not a real place.) A couple is having a romantic moment by the side of the road. Very sweet. Until it turns out the man is there to rob the house across the street. That's...perhaps a little less sweet.

The home invasion/robbery hits a little snag when the homeowner is, well, home, and goes at the would-be robber with a sizeable pair of scissors. He accidentally knocks her out trying to disarm her, and it's time for the happy couple to GTFO.

Roll credits.

Back in St. John's, the Major Crimes team has ordered lunch. Jesse gets an ominous phone call from his previously-never-mentioned sister.

It's the season of new family members coming out of the woodwork. Sigh.

Anyway, Jesse's sister is in Northern Ontario, as far as he knows (which is apparently where they both grew up...look I'm just going to keep rolling my eyes at all of these things that could have been mentioned IN FOUR PREVIOUS SEASONS) and is in trouble. Come quick. No cops. Doesn't sound sketchy at all...

Jesse's ready to go to her rescue, but Charlie doesn't think he should go alone.

Sarah: You want to go with him?

Charlie: I was thinking you. And Rex.

(Yeah, remember those establishing moments I mentioned in the previous two episodes? Those are now relevant.)

Apparently Charlie has some important stuff he has to take care of.

(Please remind me I need to someday write a fic about Charlie’s guilt at sending the trio into harms way.)

This whole scene is a little forced, IMHO, but anyway, off they go.

Cut to Ontario, where we now have MEGAN FREAKING FOLLOWS, OMG, BE STILL MY ANNE OF GREEN GABLES-LOVING HEART. At this point, I should note that I do love these fleshed-out original characters and their stories, which initially feel strange given we've never seen them before, but will make sense later.

(Pause for my usual commentary of same actor, different character: Cihang Ma previously played Holly in s3’s Seeing is Deceiving. Here they play Detective Kai Huang, and let me just express my appreciation for a non-binary actor playing a non-binary role.)

Anyway, Detective Anne of Green Gables Sidney Scott is on scene and having flashbacks. It looks like she lost someone close to her. Kai thinks the people who broke in were addicts. Sidney has other ideas. She talks to the victim's husband, Tim Cooper, who apparently worked with her husband as well. But she makes it clear that she's definitely off work and totally not on the case.

Right...

Back to St. John’s, Charlie is having someone dig up Constable Charlie Hudson’s incident reports from October 30, 2009. Okay first off, I would have appreciated some flashbacks to a younger Charlie, but I don't always get what I want (rarely, in fact.) And we find out that Charlie is investigating his "white whale" of a child abduction case that has haunted him for 14 years, which has of course been foreshadowed in prior seasons because this show is so amazing at continuity. /s

Cut to Charlie's house, with him taping up a makeshift "murder board" on the wall. My dude, you're going to need to repaint...

Meanwhile in Ontario, we have lovely wide shots of fall colours. So pretty. We also have rapid-fire voiceover exposition from Sarah and Jesse on their arrival, where they're going, how long it's taken them to get there, and honestly, this is yet another of those "show, don't tell" moments that this show struggles with.

The trio arrive at “an old Cold War missile site” where Jesse and Crystal came when they were kids, riding their bikes down from his uncle’s place. Questions abound about who actually raised Jesse, who has mentioned his mom (in a throwaway line in s2) and a deceased father. Now there was apparently an uncle? Okay we'll go with it. Anyway, Jesse and Crystal used to hang out here and build camps in abandoned buildings.

Sarah and Rex are the third wheels (actually fourth and fifth, I suppose) in the Jesse/Crystal/random sketchy boyfriend scene as they head into an abandoned hangar. Sketchy boyfriend (who has a name that I'm not bothering to look it up given he won't be around that long) wants to know if these new additions are cool.

Sarah: Dr. Sarah Truong, hi. We’re cool.

(I don't know why I find that line so amusing.)

Rex senses danger. Looks like it's time to GTFO of the hangar.

This is where I point out that two of these characters are weapons-trained cops, one of whom we have seen is basically a sharpshooter…And none of this apparently matters as neither of them have a weapon on hand that they can use. Oops.

Going to have to suspend disbelief at the fact that the sniper can instantly kill the bf, shoot out the tires on Sarah and Jesse's rental car (that's going to be a hefty repair bill,) but then they're all just able to run out in the open and magically escape…right.

This is pretty elaborate for a scene that is essentially just a setup for the plane crash.

Sidney Scott visits a man named Elvis Migwan outside the local hospital. We learn that there is a local Indigenous community whose water has apparently been affected by runoff from a mining operation. Elvis's daughter is sick. And this is a really relevant topic given how many Indigenous communities in Canada lack access to clean water.

Back to the airfield, and I'm just going to speculate that they blew the budget on this next scene and on the plane crash.

Apparently flight simulator games have taught Jesse enough that he can figure out how to fly a plane...again, suspending disbelief. The team take to the skies and are promptly shot down by the sniper, as my anxiety begins to ratchet up.

The remote lake where they crash would be a pretty place to camp in any other circumstance.

Anne of Green Gables Sidney has a nice, large house. It's actually pretty big for one person. Hey, Sidney has that in common with Charlie. They should hang out. Inspector Yousef Ali stops by and brings Sidney dinner. It's a salad. She's displeased. I start to ship them.

Charlie and Joe have a scene at Charlie’s house and it's just not working for me. I can't help it. The whole Alison case appearing out of the blue feels forced.

(However, Joe is totally checking out the new, shall we say, feminine touches in Charlie’s house.)

At the crash site, Jesse manages to smash open his door when there were two perfectly good open ones on the other side of the plane, because reasons? Crystal’s wrist is probably broken, Jesse’s got some cracked ribs…but at least they have a doctor with them who’s totally in one piece and definitely not injured.

Sarah asks for a first aid kit, presumably to do, you know, actual first aid...oh wait, no, instead she scribbles some notes on a piece of paper, which she rolls into a little case that she attaches to Rex's collar. With a tearful hug, she sends Rex off into the wilderness.

Cue “The Littlest Hobo” theme.

Rex wanders the woods.

Sidney Scott decides to go back to work.

Back at the crash site, we find out Crystal’s a pretty big screwup, and Jesse chastises her for her messing up her life. Not super helpful at the moment, Jesse.

Sarah starts to look disoriented and possibly in pain. This is going to get worse before it gets better.

Rex encounters some sort of bird of prey (I think it's a hawk, but I'm not an expert.) No worries, he'll just hide under a bridge for a moment.

Another "same actor different character" moment: the actor playing Bertrand Boyle previously appeared as Tucker Moore in s4’s No Man is an Island.

Rex is under a sky full of stars, which I'm sure he'd pause to appreciate if there weren't a pack of wolves nearby. I believe I read somewhere that Sherri Davis who trains the dogs actually trained all the animals that appeared in this one. I’m in awe of her talent.

Morning at the crash site. Crystal is about to peace out. Jesse talks her into staying. And Sarah wakes up in rough shape.

And here is where I state that Mayko Nguyen is the best actor on this show, fight me. She completely nailed that subtle shift when Sarah realizes that she's injured, and more seriously than she initially thought.

(Side note: I love that Mayko is wearing her trademark huge puffy warm coat. She is apparently always cold.)

So anyway, Sarah has realized that she's bleeding internally, and tells Jesse that he'll need to operate.

Right…

Sarah: You can do anything you put your mind to, Jesse Mills. You just flew a plane!

I really hope they submitted this episode for this year's Canadian Screen Awards.

On his continued trek through the wilderness, Rex encounters the most fearsome of woodland creatures: a skunk. Oh no! What if he ends up smelly?!! Anyway, Rex wins the territorial battle, and over the log bridge he goes.

Oh look, an owl.

So many critters.

There's a road! And with a short swim, Rex has officially made it back to civilization where he is promptly picked up by some sinister characters in a truck.

I'm not going into the gory details of Jesse doing field surgery on Sarah, because I still find it hard to watch, but anyway, give Mayko an Emmy. Hell, give her an Oscar. Give her all the things.

...right now, because I’m not watching these separately.

Ugh. Field surgery. I feel very much the same way as Jesse does when it comes to blood.

Cut to the Ontario Police Service (or whatever they’re calling their version of Ontario Provincial Police) HQ building, which I’m pretty sure is part of Nipissing University, as is the “hospital” we see later.

Detective Scott, meet Rex. He'll keep you on your toes.

See you later, sketchbags in the pickup truck. Nobody messes with our boy Rex.

Oh hey, it’s Charlie Hudson. Kind of forgot about that guy for a moment. Anyway Charlie and Joe get a call from Sidney about the plane crash. Charlie holds back...really any emotion whatsoever.

Sidney! Rex! Helicopter!

Sidney sends Charlie a photo of the note that Rex brought her, and Charlie recognizes Sarah’s handwriting. Joe tries to be reassuring. Okay, now they're showing a little bit of worry at the unknown fate of their friends.

Sarah is now semi-conscious and making last requests.

Sarah: If I don’t make it you have to find Rex…tell Charlie…

Jesse: No, you’re gonna tell him yourself…

Me: Tell him what, exactly? Because you've been a couple more than long enough that I refuse to believe there have been no "I love yous" exchanged, even if we've yet to see it said on screen.

Anyway Sarah passes back out, while I continue to hyperventilate.

Cut to St. John's. Charlie feels guilty for not going. Joe steers him back into his B plot. It still feels forced.

Sidney chatting "with" Rex as he leads her through the woods cracks me up.

At the crash site, Sarah wakes up feverish. She knows she probably an infection. So she should totally drink the unfiltered lake water Crystal brings her, because what’s a little E. coli going to do? Anyway apparently it’s all good as long as the paramedics push IV antibiotics…whatever. Sidney and Rex of course arrive at exactly the right time!

Rex lays protectively on his “mom.”

And the look Sidney gives Crystal tells us her shit is officially about to hit the fan.

Jesse has a phone call with Joe and Charlie to fill them in on all the nitty-gritty. Charlie wants to talk to Sarah, who is now in actual surgery. Jesse goes to check on his sister, who is now under arrest.

Crystal: I just watched my boyfriend get shot and killed and was pretty sure we were all gonna die in a plane crash. It’s been a lot.

Sarah Swire's deadpan delivery of the above lines is just so good.

Sidney questions Crystal, and it become clear that she definitely has a personal stake in this. Crystal swears there was no gun at the house her boyfriend robbed. She wants Jesse to cover for her by taking the backpack full of money, which of course he does. For now.

Sidney: Are you here as a cop or a brother?

Jesse: I have to be both.

Rex wants to help Sidney track the shooter. This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship!

In Sarah's hospital room, she's sitting up in bed and talking to Charlie, albeit briefly. That conversation should have been longer and more emotional.

Tracking the shooter leads to more amusing Sidney and Rex "conversation." They find the type of gun that was used to kill Sidney’s husband. Suddenly Sidney's personal stake in the case makes sense.

Jesse and Sarah chat in her hospital room where she's looking pretty well recovered considering she just had two abdominal surgeries...and then she’s up and at it looking over forensics with Kai. It turns out Kai had the wrong time of death.

Joe reassures Charlie, who is feeling stuck on the Alison case, that he’s a great cop, great detective, blah blah. Says he needs to figure out how to move on so he can be ready for the next people who need his help. So clearly we’re done with this case and it definitely won’t reappear in a future episode...*eyes the next episode on the list*

The totally-not-the-shooter guy whose name I can’t be bothered to learn thinks Sidney’s husband would want her to move on and enjoy the life she has left. Okay then.

It seems that Crystal did in fact know that there would be money in the house. Also she knows about the contaminated runoff situation from the mine. Working as a cleaner, she managed to overhear all kinds of things, and through creative use of french fries, casually explains to Jesse how the mine’s money laundering scheme worked.

Incoming sniper. Again. Rex attempts a takedown but the sniper nearly runs him over with his car. Well, at least they should have a license plate now, assuming Jesse can actually see it without his glasses.

Seeing that it's time to come clean, the Mills siblings take the backpack full of money to Sidney. Crystal reveals how she knew the money was at the Cooper house by basically rehashing everything she just told Jesse. And maintains that her brush with law-breaking was "just one time."

Jesse to Crystal: Rex is really disappointed in you.

Sidney goes back to Elvis Migwan and asks how he knew about the mine runoff. And we now know that her husband faked the reports that said the water was clean.

Back at home, Sidney rips down her wall murder board. She's coming to terms with who her husband really was. He was killed in order to keep him quiet, but he knew a lot more than he let on.

Sidney goes off to question Tim Cooper, who is the actual mastermind behind all of this. Inspector Ali tells her she needs backup. It looks like she rolls up with just Rex, who stays in the car.

Sniper dude is on the scene. Oh, apparently his name is Wayne.

Rex takes him down.

Sidney gets a confession from Cooper.

And the rest of the backup team comes out of hiding.

Sidney, needing to make amends, takes a USB with proof of the falsified mine records to Elvis Migwan. It's everything he will need for his lawsuit against the mining company.

Jesse and Crystal chat as he is ready to head back home. Maybe she'll visit St. John's someday. (Here’s hoping.)

Sid puts away a photo of her and her husband. Ali shows up. Sidney tells him she's planning to sell the house, and that she doesn’t like salad. He's brought her a burger this time.

Could be love.

Sidney swears she's getting groceries tomorrow, and will be back at work on Monday. She's picking up the pieces. She also wants to choose her own partner. Say hello to Little Rex.

Sarah, Jesse and Rex head for the plane.

Jesse: You know, second time's the charm flying the plane.

Sarah: Too soon!

Charlie pulls the pictures of Alison off his wall. He's letting it go.

The door opens, and we get probably my favourite Charah scene ever. The clinging hug. The concern for each other. The intimacy of their foreheads pressed together as they gently sway.

Swoon.

Best episodes ever.

[imthefemalemonster]

Hi! I was reading your stories and they are absolutely fantastic! That said can I get prompts #67, #69 and #95 from here with Daemon T. x fem reader, please?(nsfw)

Hello honey, thank you so much, it's very appreciated. (♡♡♡) Of course you can, I hope you like it. ♡

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⸻Playing Games

Daemon Targaryen x Female!Reader (Smut)

⸻Summary: Daemon x Fem!Reader with smut prompts: “did you touch yourself while i was gone” + “if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god” + “touch me and you lose”

Tags: Established Relationship, Unspecified Timeline, Shameless Smut, PIV, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Kisses, Orgasm, No beta do I want to be him or date him

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Notes: No context, no plot, just pure smut with the man Daemon himself. Requested by anon, hope you like it. ♡

REQUESTS CLOSED

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You laid in bed, half naked, breaths heavy as you tried to find rest after a well deserved climax. It had been days that felt like an eternity to you. You caught a cold, unsure how. You cared little, because the most important thing was that you were forced to rest and to stay all day in bed by your husband. Daemon was simply worried for you, despite you telling him each second of the day that you were feeling good. But until the Maester, and mostly Daemon, told you to rest, you did as you were told.

Boredom was your only companion, Daemon left early in the day, came late into the night. You lived a very happy life alongside him, but it was also a very sex driven relationship. None of you had hidden it when your wedding came, and it always fulfilled you both. However this was exactly the worst part of being sick, you hadn’t touched each other in days. Despite your calls and pleas to Daemon the past few days, he had insisted you rested. It had greatly frustrated you, it wasn’t like him to deny you, or even himself. Both your frustrations mixed day after day, you couldn’t wait for it to be over, to crawl into Daemon arms and make one again.

A frail sheet covered your wetness, legs slightly parted away, your breast exposed to the afternoon sun. You didn’t often touch yourself, it bored you quickly. You only liked it if it was for Daemon to watch, or even participate himself. Body sore, you sighed as you rolled on the bed to face the other side, a familiar face sitting there, staring at you.

“S-shit!”, you gasped.

Your body jolted, skin still hot from your orgasm but tensing as Daemon stood there, observing you from toes to head. It wasn’t the first time you had been found in such depravity, often for teasing or to put on a show for the man himself, but there he had neither been invited nor warned. A smirk grew on his face as you squirmed on the bed.

“Someone had their fun while I was away I see…”

His voice was low, deep, far from disappointed but still with a hint of regret.

“I told you I was fine”, you hissed, “But you wouldn't listen”, you raised your eyes to the ceiling, “So I had to take matters in my own hands.”

He laughed at the words, tongue languidly wetting his lower lip, his stare fixated on your covered legs.

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone, pretty wife?”

You pouted at the words, body holding back a laugh, sticking your tongue out like an arrogant child.

“I was simply worried”, scoffed Daemon, amused by your manners, “Since you can reach your own climax yourself, I can definitely see that you are doing bet-”

“I was doing better days ago!”. You threw the words at him, cutting him as he raised an eyebrow at your insolence. You sensed him tense on the chair, fingernails digging in his knees as his palms rested on them. Gods you loved the sight of him frustrated, hungry. His eyes told a thousand words you didn’t need to hear: how he wanted to ruin you as much as you wanted him to.

“I can take care of you then…”, he paused, hungry eyes traveling on your naked form, lilac orbs staring at your generous breast, nipples hard as they were inviting him, “Can make sure to have you moaning and beggi-”

“Hm-hm!”, you hummed as your back hit the mattress with nonchalance. Words got stuck in his throat. Frustration and need burnt inside Daemon as you turned your eyes away from him, you went from amusing him to annoying him. But he knew it was only a game, you would tease him and your insolence only made him grow harder and hungrier. His shaft throbbed in his breeches, he thanked the gods he loved how you played with him and how it only made the intercourse better later, if he only listened to his instincts your knees and cunt would be ablaze from how good he took you from behind.

“Such a bad wife”, he husked standing up like a predator, throwing his top and pants away, crawling closer. His digits brushed the sheets, wanting to sink his fingernails into your tender skin, bite your neck, bury himself so deep in your sweet cunt the sickness would run away in fear, “Such a needy whore for a husband’s cock and-”

“Tell me more!”, you yelled, exhaling loudly as your eyes were closed, mimicking falling asleep next to him.

Daemon stopped, it was fun, until you took it a bit too far. Usually hearing his filthy words as much as yours aroused you both, it was playful and exciting.

“If you interrupt me one more time-”, he warned, creeping closer to you on the mattress, almost above you. You could see each last barrier of his patience breaking. It had been days. You could tease him just a little bit more, and you would get the best fuck ever.

“So help me, Gods!”

Daemon laughed loudly at your comment. Head crushing into yours as your lips brushed, breathing each other’s air, dizzy from the hotness in the room. You couldn’t hold it anymore, mouth starving, folds dripping as you closed your legs to find some friction.

“Eager now are we? Going to beg for your dragon’s cock?”

“I’ve been begging for my husband cock’s for days!”, you shouted at his face, licking your lips in the sinfullest manner you could, saliva running down your chin. He stared in silence, grinning as a thousand dirty words rushed through his mind. You were so perfect. You would take him so perfectly.

Daemon hands reached for your waist, gripping harshly as he intended to flip you over, feeding you his seed by behind. You jumped at the touch, squirming away on the bed. He stared at you, confused, it wasn’t like you to deny him.

“Let’s play a game.”, you spoke, a large smile on your face.

“Now? Really?”, his mouth fell open, “After days you don’t want me to touch you-”

You could have scared him, him the Rogue Prince, from how large this grin grew on your face as he spoke these words he wished he never said.

“Yes!”, you mewled, pushing him on his back, hands resting, “I’ll climb on my beautiful, large, husband’s cock, ride it…”, you paused as the words escaped you mouth, your desire alongside them, “Simple rules: touche me with your hands and you lose.” Your voice was sweet, breath guiding your breast up and down, rejoicing into the sight of him pondering at your words.

“This is unfair”, he laughed, “And pretty stupid, little wife”. Daemon's shoulders moved up as he smirked, his scars beautiful on the pearl skin, “If I wanted to overpower you I would.” His hands tried to grip you but you were surprisingly fast. You moved down between his legs, your palm gripping his erection harshly as he groaned at the touch, head tilted as a warning.

“F-fucking filthy girl”, he howled, head resting back on the cushion, his eyes never leaving you.

You discarded your nightgown easily, standing naked under his burning stare, your skin tensing at the sight. His length throbbed in your hand, your mouth watering, it was so big, always had been. It didn’t matter how many times you had taken him, in hand, in your mouth, your cunt. You gagged and stretched around him, so tight each time it entered. Your motions sped up, starting from the base, brushing into his mess of pubic hair, to the leaking top, wet with precum. It was so angry in your hand, Daemon reacting to all your touches. You laid on the bed, lowering your head so your lips only brushed him. Daemon’s hips moved up to meet your mouth, eager to bury it inside, but you denied him, raising your head, laughing.

“Fuck”, he groaned, biting his lips, hands fisting the sheet, resisting the urge to grab your head and push your mouth open on his erection, “No cocks for days and you still find the strength to resist…”

“So do you”, you mewled against his belly, head lowered to softly kissing his skin as you were still slowly, painfully jerking him off. His hips shamelessly met your hot palm, your fingers pressing at the top, tearing a low gasp off his lips. Your hot tongue roamed on his chest, savoring the scars, loving them like nobody else ever will. Behind curtains of restrain and need, Daemon could still see your devotion and kind gesture and deeply appreciated them.

You lowered your body again, hands languidly brushing his waist, hips, fingernails scratching the skin, set ablaze by your touch. Crawling closer again, you straddled Daemon, resting on his waist, standing on your knees not touching his cock yet.

“You better ride it good”, he grunted, voice low in his throat, it felt like a threat more than an advice.

You smiled, your hand gripping him again. He sighed in relief, ready to feel himself buried so deep inside you. But you wouldn’t quite give it yet. You wanted it to feel like days too, feeling like how long you had waited. If you only listened to the voice screaming deep inside you, you would sink on that cock. But you wanted him to lose it so hard he would fuck you good. As your hand returned to stroke him gently, you brushed the head just slightly between your legs, the tip only caressing your wetness, juices dripping. Daemon breathed heavily, waiting, but nothing game. You only played with his cock, rubbing against your clit and entrance, brushing it against your folds and between your lips, but not letting him get in.

Daemon had just enough. Abruptly he stood up, resting on his elbow. His hands hadn’t touched you yet, but he craved to grab your waist, push you down on him and fuck your cunt open until his spend coated your walls.

“Put it inside. Now.”, he rasped, fists digging into the mattress, “Or I’ll have to do it myself.”

You pouted, lips closed as you were still rubbing against him, you palm shy against his throbbing erection. His voice was hungry, lustful, threatening. His eyes matched his words and motions, filled with hunger. Looking at him with doe eyes, looking falsely innocent, your finger pressing against your lips, face red and flushed from arousal. You waited, waited for him to just give up, to lose.

You glimpsed something dark in his eyes, just before his broad chest moved closer, his hands grabbed your waist and forcefully sunk you down on him. You gasped, air escaping your lungs, you moans accompanied by his bestial groans as he seated himself there. You knew, despite all the time you had taken him, again and again, he was too big, every time felt like the first time. It broke you in half, stretched you open as you squirmed to adjust, feeling every veins pulsing against your flesh. The game had ended, and you let him take the lead now, just like you had wanted it. You loved his hunger, his desire for you, you never really expected him not to touch you, you just wanted to feast and come right at the moment he would lose it to his hunger for you.

“Oh, I t-think I lost…”, he mewled in your ear, both your chest meeting, hips glued to yours as he stood buried deep inside, your walls clenching around him, meeting every throbbing of his cock, “So sad, little filthy wife… I think I’ll have to make it up to you. For breaking the rules.”

His breath was hot against your ear as you took him whole, little mewls and moans escaping your lips, your hips jolting, your body begging for friction. You let one hand rest on his shoulders as he pushed his entire weight above you, sinking you into the mattress and burying his cock even deeper, his balls slapping your skin. Your other hand found his hair, pulling on them in a desperate attempt to get him to move. He laughed at the motion, both your body so hot you felt like burning.

“Beg.”, he grunted against your lips, your eyes meeting in a delightful and sinful stare.

You laughed against his lips, meeting each other in a wild grin. Gods you would beg with every word of everything known languages for him.

“Fuck me, Daemon”, you cooed, “Hard. Until I can't walk thinking about anything else but you inside me.”

Sinking his toes and knees into the mattress, Daemon could do nothing but obey, drown into your embrace and cunt as he moved out, and slammed in again. Your skins met one another at each bestial thrust, your cunt dripping around him, mewling into his ear how big he was. You could feel his head, all his length to the hilt inside. When he left, you only waited for him to slam back against, air leaving your lungs as you begged for the next thrust.

“F-fuck!”, he yelled as his pace grew quicker, erratic, wet sounds or juices and flesh mixing escaping your inner thighs, “Dirty girl and a good fuckable wife.”

You moaned at the words. You were everything he wanted and more. All for him. Fuckable. Breedable. Manhandled. Good. Better. Perfect. You gave up under his weight, crushing you onto the bed, his chest and breaths heavy above you as he lost it to pure instinct. Your legs shaked, a familiar sensation in your lower belly, burning as you approached your climax. Your body shivered, stinging everywhere as the feeling overwhelmed you. You cried out, screamed a mix of his name and noises as you clenched around him, trapping him inside as he rode your orgasm. Your mouths met, ecstatic, movements erratic, from hips pounding to lips eating one another, tongues fighting. Daemon explored your mouth, grunting inside, sending shivers down your whole body as you felt him shake, throb against your tight walls, releasing his seed deep inside. It was all so loud you wondered if the whole castle just heard you both reaching your peak in unisson.

The both of you catching your breaths, Daemon rested his head against your neck, licking and nibbling at the skin playfully. Your cheek brushed his hair, sweaty, red and flushed. His weight crushed you gently, his embrace finally taking over all your body, outside and inside. You laid there a moment, feasting on his size against your sensitive flesh, legs locked around him.

“Delicious”, Daemon commented, slightly standing up on his elbow, contemplating your mess of a face, “Worth a few days off.”, he taunted.

“I wouldn’t say it was worth the wait…”, you laughed, meeting his beautiful, impressive stare, still bare and naked under him. His. His possession and his gorgeous, sweet wife, “I’m glad we finally fucked thought.”

“Dirty…”, commented Daemon, “But my sweet, little, precious wife…”, he snarled, teeth biting the soft skin of your cheek, mouth creeping toward your ear as you shivered under him, “I do not think that’s over yet.”

[formulawonu]

could you do svt + asking you to be their s/o?? 🥺

seventeen & questions

a/n: hi im back ... imagining + writing this made me so sad bec i realized its never gonna happen to me 🤠 jhsdkasjd

seungcheol: cheol would be the type to bring u to where u guys first met then say something like this is where our story started and i wanna start a new chapter with u if you'd let me... ur impressed n touched n feeling all kinds of things bec why is he so cool how does he do these things but he's internally PANICKING SHAKING NERVOUS HES NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE it all turns out well of course. cute

jeonghan: "why are u looking at me like that" "stop it" but jeonghan continues to just fondly stare at u with a small smile on his face:( "what is it" "just you" honestly you're a lil flustered but then he sighs and hes trying to act nonchalant by going "why dont we just make things official" "yoon jeonghan are u asking me out" "if ur answer is yes then yes" hes playing games til the end but he is very much serious 🙏

joshua: i think he's a classic guy so he would take you on a pretty picnic date and u guys would have fun and the tension between ur two hands beside each other is SUFFOCATING for both of u bec lets face it u wanna hold hands 😪 and when ur both thinking the same thing and he cant take it anymore he lays his hand over yours or takes ur hand in his and he tells u abt his feelings and asks u to be his s/o and u say yes and its PERFECT! no notes for mr hong

junhui: PLSSSS JUNHUI WOULD BE SO NERVOUS HED BRING U TO A FUN PLACE like an amusement park... or an aquarium date idk... and u guys are laughing the whole time and having a blast and at one point he turns to u and just lets you know how much he loves being around u and how he loves who he is when hes with u 😭 obv he asks u if u wanna be his s/o and u say yes :/ u guys r giddy the entire time after

hoshi: he wants everything to be perfect and choreographed and planned like he's consulting all the romantics in the group (read as: minghao seungkwan joshua fight me) like where should he go? how should he ask? is it too soon? how do i accept rejection if it happens? little to his knowledge u overhear them talking fml idfjkhdfj when he finally does go through with his plan u let him do it and u can see how nervous and calculating he is for his next steps but its SO CUTE U DONT HAVE THE HEART TO SAY U KNOW djfkghs

wonwoo: im gonna cry wonwoo is the type to just do it while u guys are doing something so casual and so domestic because for him it just feels natural. it just makes sense that this is the next step of ur relationship. u guys might be reading books on the couch or watching a movie next to each other or cooking ramen and he pauses to talk to you seriously and let u know how he's feeling. it's just so simple with him and it leaves you both so assured of ur relationship im sick.

woozi: hes a lil shy he's playing u a song he's just learned the chords to or maybe he learns the chords to ur favorite song and he's SINGING HIS HEART OUT FOR YOU bec he's also trying to put his thoughts together but ur obviously smitten for the man 🙄 he could ask you to do his laundry and u would say yes be for real

minghao: he'd take you to watch the sunset with him on a hill or on a nice walk in the park and i think he'd ask you while you guys are looking out at the view. he'd be very straightforward about it and it amazes him how he's able to feel so much for someone and that it's okay if you don't feel the same he does it's something he just needs to let you know he doesn't want you to feel pressured to say yes or agree to anything but HELLO???!!!!!! thats a perfect man right there

mingyu: he'd show up at ur door with a bouquet of roses or something 😭 "kim mingyu ur over doing it i know ur in love with me already" pls imagine the banter u two would have dkjffh his face would fall n be like "ok fine these arent for u then they're for ur next door neighbor" kdfhjdjfhg SULKY PUPPY anw u accept the roses and he takes u out for a nice meal then when u guys are otw back suddenly hes all "ok hear me out im gonna be serious for once" then he tells u all about his feelings and after hes staring at u waiting for u to say something and u just laugh and plant a kiss on his cheek. its done. how do u even pull a kim mingyu

seokmin: PLSSSSS LIKE HED BE CLOSE TO TEARS either from the nervousness or the emotions that overtake him when he's spilling his heart and soul out to you :((( i think he'd take you out to dinner then ask you over the meal and after that he's all "how was that?" and pls just put him out of his misery tell him he did great u feel the same way bec it was all he could think of during the days leading up to it

seungkwan: omfg seungkwan would just know the way to ur heart. like i think u guys would have such a great foundation before he thinks of asking u to be his s/o so if ur someone that wants something fancy and big he'll do it but if ur someone that just wants it light and personal he'll do that also :( he really thinks about what you would want first instead of his own emotions and feelings rfkdgrhf

vernon: plssss vernon when u guys start seeing each other he thinks that naturally means u guys are already dating or each other's s/o until someone brings it up and he's like huh no i have not asked them... i think it'd come up when he like just talks to you and has the define the relationship talk w u and u both agree that u feel the same way and there we go. you just continue on with the happy life u both have. as i have said before he is a simple man <3

dino: NO BECAUSE HES TAKING HIS SWEEEET TIME because he doesnt know how to gauge if u feel as deeply as he does if u even like him like that?!?!?! like what if its all in his head and ur just being the nice person u are????? omfg if im being honest u have to ask him if he wants to be ur bf and hes all "NO NO NO DONT ASK ME THAT IT SHOULD BE ME ASKING U" fml its implied after that convo but he'll still do something later on to properly ask u :")

[the-old-witch-writes]

Bro I LOVED your sadist!Luffy fic! It was so great, and you were able to write him so well!! Do you have any more nsfw Luffy thoughts or headcanons?

Hi @joyfullyinharmony ! Sorry that this is so late and incoherent, life caught up with me as work got started up again.

Let's see....

NSFW & Relationship Headcanons (Luffy)

im of the mind that his sex drive is pretty low, or perhaps more selective (if that makes sense) and his views on romantic relationships are “meh” for the most part

a lot of this comes from—and this might not be a popular hc—the very few experiences he had before leaving his island. the few moments he attempted to romance someone, he found it either too complicated or too dull, at least compared to the idea of an adventure or eating meat.

tbh he likely only tried because Ace was so popular with all the girls and boys in their village, and he probably wanted to know what his big bro liked so much abt it all

BUT! i think when it comes to love in general, Luffy loves very deeply and hard, even if he doesn't express it in a typical way. if he gets close to someone, who makes him smile as much as he does to them, who understands him in a way most don't—he'll likely stick by that person's side until they get sick of him (if they ever do).

that being said, when it comes to sex, i'm certain anyone who's his partner will be the needier of the two—however, this doesn't mean Luffy will be unwilling, especially if there's something his partner wants to experiment with. if anything, he'll be very amused by how his s/o might ask him for specific things, especially if they're a bit embarrassed to properly verbalize their needs.

if they blush and stammer a little while doing so, that just makes him grin even more; he finds it so cute! something about it just tickles him.

overall, while sex isn't a huge deal, Luffy is still a loving and loyal partner—and always ready to fulfill your needs.

BONUS:

Luffy can have a sadistic side to him; loves to bite and make his partner cry during sex

also, if in a modern au, might have a glasses fetish.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Happy Valentine's Day! I'd like to request date night hcs for Black Mask and a fem!reader. Someone else hits on the reader - not realizing they're hitting on the Black Mask's s/o - and Roman gets jealous and possessive about it.

Reader is a sweetheart and Roman is very protective of her and likes to spoil her, but she can also be a bit of brat sometimes. Do with that what you will ;).

"What's mine is NOT yours" - Black Mask x F!reader (Valentine's Event 2024)

Happy late Valentine's Day! The whole month of February is about love it's fine. This is for the (now over) Valentine's Day Event. Also riiiiip that dude.

TW: NSFW, harassment, creep that doesn't want to hear no, possessiveness, jealousy

It was a fairly average date night apart from it being Valentine's Day. You'd had a light dinner with Roman wherein he gave you flowers, a flattering necklace and a promise to fuck stars into your eyes once you got home. After all, you were such a sweet little thing, how could he resist? You were kind, not only to him but to others. Made him protective that others could take advantage.

And you were loyal to him, in every sense.

This was to be tested as you were walking back from the bathroom. Eyes clung to you and as you turned, there was a stranger leaning over you. Grinning.

"Can I help you?" You asked directly.

The man got closer in your space, " Yeah I uh, lost my number. Can I have yours?"

"...That's your opener?" Your eyes roll, "I have a boyfriend, sorry." You were smiling half-heartedly. Already amused thinking of telling this story to other people.

It was when the man grabbed your arm that you stopped smiling. He was still going strong, "No, no, listen- I'm sorry. You're just. I saw you going in and I just think you're really cute-" Cheap alcohol on his breath.

"I really do have a boyfriend, I need to get back to him before he starts to worry." You iterate slowly. The man doesn't seem to be a threat. But as many know, even a creep who isn't a threat can become one quickly in the wrong circumstance.

"Baby, I can make you forget aaaaaall about 'im." The man is swaying before trying to be seductive in your ear. Incomprehensible nonsense that surpassed the vile.

That was when you shoved him off, "I said no."

It was then you were both surrounded by Roman's personal security on either side. Keeping the guy out of your orbit. Grabbing him by the scruff. Asking if you're okay. Once you give them confirmation, they're bringing you back to your table. Roman looks... anxious.

The man looks more anxious. Trying to spout out what happened while you calmly went over the short interaction. Afterwards, you then take your seat next to your boyfriend, feeling safe again. His knee brushes yours, a subtle reassurance that he's there. Yet his eyes never leave the stranger.

"So you wanna fuck my girl?" He says simply, "I mean ey. What's mine is yours, right?"

"No- No, I uh- I really didn't know. I'm so sorry." The man pales considerably and is waving his hands in front of him.

Roman pulls his pistol out on the table, "You didn't seem to care much when you thought it was some other guy."

"Please, I'm so sorry ma'am and mr. Black Mask, I'll never do it again, I swear to GOD-"

You can see Roman's grip tight on his gun. Hand just ghosting over the trigger. The man is sweating and looks as though he might get sick. As a kindness, you scoot your chair closer to your boyfriend, lean your head on his shoulder and put one hand firmly on his thigh.

You whisper, "I really think he's sorry, don't you?" A squeeze. Roman grunts. His grip loosens.

As he puts the gun away, he waves his hand, "Get ridda this guy. You see him again, break his fuckin' ankle." Just like that, the man who had been flirting with you is weeping thank you's towards you both as the grunts drag him away.

"That was nice of you." You almost purr.

"That's me. A nice fuckin' guy. Don't I get a reward for being such a sweet guy?" He's demanding your lips on his neck and mask which you oblige in kindly. He sighs, "You alright?"

You stop for a moment, "I'm good now. Just got scary for a second. Not the fun kind."

That made him laugh, "No? What's the fun kind?"

For a moment you genuinely think on it. Then you put your body flush to his, "If you'd walked over instead of your guards and you had to... show him who I belonged to."

"Oh? You would have wanted that? That's fun?" He's grabbing your hand and pressing it to his pants against his hard cock, "You think it's fun when I fuck you to tell everybody else to back off?"

You shudder, "Y-yeah... Love being yours-" You're almost tempted to start something here, now.

"You love it? Cute. That's my sweet thing." Then he's pulling away, "Be careful, I might fuck you on a table next time."

A mild groan of disappointment, "Tease."

The two of you laughed while he hailed down for the check. Both of you were riled up and the night was young. You felt safe and he felt secure. There was no doubt as the two of you left for the night that were in love. It would become a story whispered in rumor for why you never hit on Black Mask's girlfriend.