#don't snitch me to the authorities

[balkanradfem]

So, it's chestnut foraging season again! And I'm having some moral struggles about it. Let's discuss.

Few years back, while roaming the forest, I found an excellent chestnut foraging stuff; it was so good I found I could gather 10 kg of chestnuts a day if I appeared there at the brink of dawn. I gifted a lot of chestnuts to the plant lady, who was impressed, and asked me to show her where I found them. I took her to the spot, and she said 'we could sell these. I can put out an add'. And that sounded daunting, but I said okay!

At first she was doing the administrative part of work, finding customers and managing the communications, and I was collecting and delivering chestnuts, but then she grew tired of it, so I took over completely, made my own add and was able to sell them just fine.

Then, the market prices of all food, including chestnuts, rose high up, as in, doubled. The plant lady urged me to up the price of my chestnuts, because they were now dirt cheap in comparison to anything else on the market, and I thought about it, and decided, no. I hate rising in prices, this little chestnut thing is the only price I can control, and I can decide for it to stay the same. It was a bit insane business-wise, because I am impoverished, but I am not letting poverty control my moral standing! The price stayed the same.

The year after, prices rose again, and I still remained stubborn, and the plant lady was trying to convince me that I am not doing a good deed; chestnuts are a luxury item, they're not being bought by people in poverty who would benefit from cheap food, what I'm doing is only going to attract resellers and other people will capitalize on my work. To this I said, well, I'm refusing to sell any quantity over 10kg to a single person, so they won't be able to capitalize that much. And I knew people who I was taking the chestnuts to were just taking them home to their families, or even asked me to split them in multiple bags to give to their neighbours and cousins. So I kept the price low.

This year, I'm sickly, having financial issues that are worse than before, still having pain in my arm and can't walk for long, and I thought, ugh. Maybe I should up the prices a little and it would make my life slightly easier. It would still be the cheapest thing on the market but I'd be less stressed. But then I went into the forest, and I forgot all of my struggles. It felt so good to hunt around for the first fallen chestnuts. I climbed a hill. I discovered a new secret spot. I found a chicken-of-the-woods mushroom. I saw a salamander. Tiniest frog ever was letting me see her. And I got a message from someone who bought chestnuts from me last year, asking if I had them again. And I didn't have whatever it takes to tell this person I've upped the price. I was like 'yeah I can get the chestnuts to you. They still cost the same amount'.

So then I had to tell the plant lady my decision, and she is SO disappointed. Her vibe was like 'you are putting yourself in situation where only resellers will benefit from this!' and I'm laughing like, don't worry about it, I'm at peace with my decision. But now I feel bad because she thinks I'm dumb T_T.

And I don't know what the right decision is. I hate capitalism, I hate the idea that the price of something can change even though it's the same item, it hasn't changed, it isn't worth more, it doesn't cost me more to gather it, so just because the state of economy is worse, and the world is going to shit, now it's going to cost more? But it is also ridiculous that on the market, the price of the chestnuts is not only double, but 4 times of what I sell them for. It feels so silly! How are people selling them for such a high price? But from their standpoint, it is me who is silly, for giving them away so cheaply.

So I'm going to see what is your collective opinion! I'm curious.

oh and btw what I'm doing is 100% illegal, we're discussing the morality of me doing illegal black market shit. Other foragers are doing it illegally too so we're equals.

[harbingerofwhump]

There's something unreasonably funny about Mozzie calling Keller "the one man who wants Neal dead". Like this man (Neal) is a world-class(??) forger, con artist, and thief --- and he now works for the FBI to help catch other criminals/get them arrested

And you're really saying Keller is the one man that wants him gone? Buddy PLEASE

(Even funnier that this is after Front Man, with its 'when was the last time you saw [Wilkes]' 'probably when he tried to kill me' exchange 😭)

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ like you hate me ] e. edwards

day 7 of kinktober (hate sex w/ ethan edwards)

paring : Ethan Edwards x fem!reader

summary : she can’t stand ethan, but she knows there is tension between them that she can’t ignore anymore when they collide at a party

warning(s) : smut ! rough / hate sex, p in v, protected sex, nicknames during sex, begging, mentions of alcohol, light alcohol consumption

author’s note : i couldn’t wait to get to this one bc i had so many ideas hehe

kinktober schedule

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She shouldn't be here, but she let her friends talk her into coming to the party. Hockey parties don't usually end well for her whenever she does decide to attend them.

Especially if she runs into him.

Ethan Edwards is the bane of her existence and the biggest pain in her ass. He has the biggest ego she's ever seen on a hockey player, and he's had it for all four years that she's known him. He likes to mess with her during classes they have together and distract her from keeping her solid 3.8 GPA. He likes to mess with her in passing and make jokes every time he sees her. He even makes her job as the hockey team’s social media admin very difficult and she’s growing tired of it.

Maybe she won’t even run into him. She can avoid him in his own house. It won’t be that hard with every girl throwing herself at him and distracting him from the fact that she’s there.

The hockey house is off campus in a suburban area of Ann Arbor about 15 minutes away from main campus. It’s already crawling with partygoers when she pulls up in an Uber about an hour after the party was scheduled to start. Music blasts from every open door and window and she questions how they haven’t gotten cited yet for loud noise.

Inside is so crowded she can barely walk. She squeezes past multiple athletes from different sports in the foyer as she makes her way to the kitchen to get something to drink. If she’s going to be in the same building as Ethan then she needs to have a little alcohol in her system. God knows what’s going to happen and what words are going to be exchanged if their paths cross.

In the kitchen stands three of Ethan’s closest friends. All with an arm around some girl. Luca is the first to notice her walk into the room. He immediately smiles at the sight.

"Holy shit," he laughs. "She makes an appearance. I can't believe it. I thought you would never show your face at a hockey house party."

She shrugs while she makes herself a drink with cheap vodka and a mixer. "I was coerced into coming," she tells him. She looks up at Luca, Mark, and TJ. She sips her drink. "Where's your friend? Hiding upstairs in his room hopefully?"

Mark laughs and shakes his head. "He's around," he replies. "Last I saw him, he was out back playing cup pong with Duker, Moldy and Schiffer."

"Now I can avoid the back," she says with a smile. "Thanks."

All three of them laugh as she turns and leaves the room. She makes her way into the living room. Her friends sit on the couch so she sits on the arm of the chair next to the person she'd consider her best friend. She leans back and sips from her cup.

People come in and out of the room constantly, but she loves being able to see everyone and socialize with whoever does come into the room. She talks to people she hasn't seen or spoken to in a little bit.

She's laughing at something her friend said when she watches the one person she didn't want to see walk into the room with Luca and Mark. They better not have snitched on her to him or she will make sure they hate the Monday Question next week.

Ethan's eyes land on her and she quickly averts her eyes. She looks at her friend and pretends to be invested in the conversation so maybe Ethan won't walk over and bother her.

Except, that plan fails. Before she knows it, Ethan is standing in front of her. He has the smuggest of smirks on his face when he approaches her.

“A little birdie told me that you were trying to avoid me, princess” he tells her. “Is that true?”

She could kill Luca, Mark, and TJ for snitching on her.

“So what if I was?” she questions as she crosses her arms over her chest. “And I’ve told you to stop calling me princess.”

“You’re in my house, princess,” Ethan retorts with a grin on his face and emphasizing the word ‘princess’ just to annoy her even more. “You don’t get to ignore me in my house, and I can do whatever I want because it is my house.”

“Says who?” she asks. “I can ignore whoever I want, their house or not. You're annoying and I like your roommates better anyway."

Ethan quiets down but he doesn't take his eyes off of her. She doesn't back down either. She holds her ground because she doesn't want him to think he's won. That's the last thing that she wants so she holds eye contact with him until he speaks again. Her heart pounds in her chest as she stands her ground.

A smile breaks out on his lips and she falters for a very quick second. "I knew you had a crush on one of my roommates," Ethan says. "Which one? Luca? Mark? I hate to break it to you, but Mark has a girlfriend. So does Hughesy. Oh my God. Do you have a thing for a guy who has a girlfriend? That's a little pathetic if you ask me."

She rolls her eyes, her blood beginning to boil after his comment. "You're such an asshole, Ethan," she tells him.

She then gets up out of her seat and walks upstairs to hide in one of the bathrooms for a few minutes while she cools down.

If someone were to ask her why she was so upset, she would say that she honestly has no idea. Something about Ethan Edwards just heats her blood. He riles her up, and it could be the smallest thing that does it too.

All he did was mess with her, and she's ready to punch him in the face. She's always ready to punch him in the face though, but it's often not because she's angry at him. Sometimes it's because he's genuinely one of the most attractive people she's ever seen. Just his face alone is enough to send her into a bad mood.

If Ethan wasn’t a massive pain in her ass, she probably would’ve hooked up with him by now. Maybe it’s what she’s wanted all along and the reason why she hates him so much. He’s infuriating, but he’s hot. It’s a dangerous combination, especially for her.

She splashes water on her face to cool down and does her best to fix up the makeup that came off with the water. It’s not a lot thanks to the inventor of waterproof makeup but it still runs just a little bit.

A knock rings through the bathroom and she calls, “One second!” There’s a second knock and she groans. “Do you not know what one second mea-” She freezes when she sees Ethan on the other side of the door as soon as she swings it open. “Oh, great. Just the person I want to see. Go away, Ethan.”

“I may have crossed a line,” he says as he rubs the back of his neck.

“You just keep adding on to the list of what you think I am, don’t you?” she retorts. “Annoying, nerdy, clingy, and now I’m pathetic despite not having a thing for a single one of your roommates, especially not the ones who are in relationships. Making that comment in front of everyone was embarrassing. Even for you.”

Ethan just nods and looks at her. “I know that,” he tells her. “It wasn’t until you walked away and Luca told me that what I said was wrong that I realized that I crossed the line.”

She runs her fingers through her wavy locks and lets out a soft sigh. “This wouldn’t be an issue if I just-” She cuts herself off from what she was about to say.

There’s tension. There’s been tension. She ignores it like it’s going to go away on it’s own but the innuendos and jokes have made it thicker than it’s ever been. It’s getting harder and harder to ignore it. Maybe if she just-

“Just what?” Ethan questions. She meets his eyes and finds confusion in them.

Do it. Get it over with.

Before she can talk herself out of it, she cups his jaw and pulls him down into a bruising kiss. Ethan has to take a little step toward her due to how hard she pulls him down to her.

He immediate pulls away in surprise. She stares up at him, but she doesn’t move her hands. Her eyes flicker between his like she’s searching for rejection, but that’s the one thing she doesn’t find. She finds deliberation and confusion.

Just in case he needs a little shove, she says, “We have been doing this whole back and forth thing for nearly four years, Ethan. You have to be as tired of it as I am. I feel the tension that’s grown so I’m sure you can to. This is the one and only time I’m offering this to you so we can just fuck it out and maybe end whatever feud thing that we’ve had going on. Worst comes to worst then we have a nice hookup and we can move on with our lives. Best case scenario, we get it out of our systems and we can actually be friends because-”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up, princess?” Ethan asks to cut her off.

She isn’t able to make a comeback because Ethan’s lips are back on hers before she can respond. He’s kissing her with the same intensity that she originally kissed him with.

His hands fall to her waist and he pulls her body flush against his chest. She feels every muscle flex underneath his thin shirt as he makes little movements to adjust to her height. She’s half a head shorter than he is so he has to make some adjustments to kiss her without breaking his neck. Eventually, he gives up and leans down to lift her up. She wraps her legs around his waist and slides her fingers into his hair.

Ethan turns and walks out of the bathroom. Luckily the hallway is dark so if anyone were to see them, they would think it’s just two people making out at a party. The door is kicked shut and her back is pinned to it. A soft thud is heard when her back makes contact with the wood. She hums when her skin hits the cool surface.

She kicks off her heels and they land on the carpeted floor with soft thuds. Ethan stands holding her back against the door for a second before he turns and walks toward his bed.

In the handful of times she’s had to come into this room, it’s been organized and in order. She gets a glance when the kiss breaks after he drops her on the mattress and finds it’s still very organized and in order. She would’ve never guessed that Ethan is one to keep things clean in his room.

Ethan kicks off his shoes before he climbs over her and hovers above her body. She immediately pulls him back into a hot kiss. He hums and a hand lands on her thigh. The already short black dress rides up her thigh until it rests right under her ass. His fingers follow the fabric up her leg. He grips her thigh and she gasps.

Her fingers slide down his back until they reach the hem of his Michigan hockey t-shirt. She tugs at it to hint that she wants him to take it off. Ethan listens to her signal and sits back on his knees, breaking the kiss. She watches as he pulls the fabric over his head.

Now, she’s seen him shirtless on numerous occasions. There have been times where she’s seen him in nothing but his boxers, but she’s always looked away. Right now, she gets to look. She takes full advantage of the moment and studies every part of his torso and chest. Ethan’s never been the biggest guy in the room, but his body is so toned. She could combust just from the view she has right now.

She gets her hands on him as fast as she can. Her hands start on his torso, tracing his abs before they trail up and over his chest. Ethan’s hands rest on hers when they reach his shoulders. He pulls her up so she’s sitting up with him between her knees. Their chests are flush against each other and she’s looking up at him.

Ethan hooks his fingers under the thin straps of the little black dress. He tugs them off her shoulders and she pulls her arms out of the straps. She keeps her eyes on Ethan as he pulls the top of her dress over her boobs. He gnaws on his bottom lips when he sees her tits.

“Fuck, princess,” he groans. “You hid these from me this entire time?”

“You never asked to see them,” she tells him. Ethan moves his hands to cup her bare tits. “Probably would’ve showed you if you asked, E.”

He grins and pushes her until she’s lying on her back. He leans down and wraps his lips around one of her nipples. She hums at the feeling. Ethan’s other hand gropes her other boob. He bites down on her bottom lip. She runs her fingers through his hair.

After what feels like seconds later, Ethan begins to kiss down her chest and stomach. He pulls the dress down as he lowers himself down her body. She lifts her butt up so he can get the dress off. It hits the floor and she presses her lips into a line as Ethan drinks her in.

Her hands slide between them and she works on getting Ethan’s pants off. She pushes his pants off his body and he kicks them to the floor. She gets a hand on the bulge in his boxers, palming him over the thin fabric. He snakes a hand into her lace panties. She hums at the feeling of his fingers cupping her sex.

She grinds her core against his fingers trying to get some pressure. She presses her lips into a line as she pleasures herself on his hand. Ethan slips a finger into her and she gasps at the new feeling. "Oh my God," she breathes out. "Warn a girl next time."

Ethan smiles and attaches his lips to her jaw. "We'll see," he mumbles against her skin.

Slowly, he works her toward an orgasm. A knot forms in the pit of her stomach like it always does when she's close to an orgasm. Soft groans pass her lips when Ethan adds a second finger. "I- fuck," she pants. "Ethan, Eddy. Please."

"Please what, princess?" Ethan asks.

"Fuck me like you hate me," she tells him. "Please. Please fuck me, E."

He pulls back and looks at her. His fingers stop moving in and out of her. A grin forms on his swollen lips. "Are you begging me to fuck you?" he questions. "I never thought I'd see the day when you would beg me for something."

"Ethan Edwards, I'm about to get up and go get Luca-"

"Oh I don't think so," Ethan interrupts as he goes into his bedside table to get something. He pulls out a little foil package and comes back over to hover over her. "You're going to take off the rest of your clothes and I will give you the best dick you've ever had in that pretty little pussy."

His words go straight to her core and she listens to him almost as soon as he's done talking. She slides off her ruined panties and Ethan takes off his boxers to slide on the condom that he pulled out of the drawer.

She lies down on her back and lets Ethan settle above her. He lines up at her entrance and she stares up at him. Ethan meets her eyes before he pushes into her. She gasps from the stretch and grabs his triceps. It's painful at first but quickly turns into pleasure the longer he's inside her. He slowly pushes into her until he's completely buried inside her.

Once the pain completely fades, she nods at him. "Go," she tells him.

As soon as he has her permission, Ethan rolls his hips. Her jaw drops as he slowly picks up speed. The pleasure is so much that she nearly blacks out. Her nails dig into his triceps so hard that she's pretty sure he's going to end up with marks on his arms.

This is the last thing that she ever expected to happen. She never thought she would be underneath Ethan and getting fucked by him. She doesn't know if she'll ever tell him this because his ego will grow bigger than it already is, but it might be the best sex she's ever had. It's a quick hookup but it's already better than the rest of the hookups she's ever had, not that there are that many to compare it to.

She wouldn't be against it if this were to ever happen again.

Ethan continues to move deeply into her, but his movements pick up speed. The bed creaks and the room his filled with the soft moans that pass her lips. Ethan pants as he continues to move.

She starts to move her hips to match his pace. "Holy shit," she cries out when the tip of his dick hits her favorite spot. "Ethan."

"Like that, baby?" Ethan pants. "Like feeling my dick inside you? Making you feel good?"

He slams into her once and she arches her back off the bed. "Yes!" she gasps. "Yes, Ethan. God. Fuck."

With her response, Ethan slows down but hits her spot over and over again. Her legs begin to shake as she reaches the edge. The knot in her stomach threatens to come undone.

Ethan leans down and crashes their lips together in a bruising kiss. She groans as she feels her entire body clench. She squeezes around his dick as she comes and cries out against his lips. Her hands find his hair and she grasps, needing something to hold onto.

She feels like she's on cloud nine as Ethan fucks her through both of their orgasms. Her body goes limp under his when he pulls out to dispose of the used orgasm.

He cleans both of them up with his shirt before he collapses on the bed next to her. Her breathing is labored but is slowly returning to normal.

When she finds the strength to move, she turns her head to look at him. Ethan's already looking at her when she looks at him.

"I never hated you," Ethan admits to her. She raises her eyebrows at him. "I mean it. I never hated you. I thought it was cute how flustered you got every time I messed with you so I kept doing it not knowing that it meant that you didn't like me. That was me trying to express my feelings but it was definitely the wrong way to do that."

She blinks at him. "You've said some hurtful thing to me, Ethan," she tells him. "I'm going to need some time to get over that but ... I think I'd be okay if we tried to be friends. I wouldn't be opposed to this either."

"I knew you always wanted me," he teases.

"Shut up," she replies as she leans in to kiss him.

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[malfoy-mrsdracomalfoy]

The Quidditch Jumper

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader

House: Ravenclaw

Warning: Smut. Possessiveness. Ownership kink. Slight degradation. Intentionally provoking negative emotions.

Word Count: 5972

Summary: Draco Malfoy and Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader are determined to prove a point, and go to extremes to do so. In public. With both of their ex's eyes on them.

author's note: I build up to smut. The anticipation is half the fun. Be patient, it's there. There's some fluff after, as well. Happy reading <3

Reader's Point Of View:

I hold my breath and watch as Alastair Oliveira, our Ravenclaw Seeker, trains his moss-green eyes to the clouds above us, and promptly zips up. With a steady, practiced hand he leans slightly forward on his broom and catches The Golden Snitch. The sea of blue joins each other in cheers as the announcer proudly says, "Alastair Oliveira has caught the Golden Snitch! Ravenclaws are going to the finals."

The benches shake as my housemates jump and holler. The sea of blue scarves wave in the air like a victory flag. The Gryffindors have fallen silent, looking at each other solemnly. For many, such as myself, this is the last year at Hogwarts, and therefore, the last year to play Quidditch. I feel a tug of sadness for my fellow classmates. But then I lock eyes with a certain platinum head.

He is already looking at me with a smirk. I raise my eyebrows smugly, sharing a knowing look with him. We both made a bet that Ravenclaw would win this game and therefore go head to head with the Slytherins for the finals.

Dining Hall, 5pm

It's dinnertime and Harry Potter is standing in front of me in the doorway of Dining Hall, staring at me through his round glasses. His eyes are pleading with me to go and speak privately with him. I shake my head and begin to walk to my Ravenclaw table. He catches my wrist and tugs me back.

"Harry, knock it off. It's done." I'm angry at him for breaking up with me three months prior and then trying to come back when things didn't work out with his conquest, Pansy Parkinson.

"I shouldn't have broken things off." He says remorsefully.

"You shouldn't have. I warned you Pansy only wanted to gain status by the means of you. I knew she would've left the second you caught feelings." He scoffs, his temper flaring. His voice gets slightly higher pitched as he says, "You know nothing." I scoff and yank my wrist back. I'm not arguing with him any longer. I walk to my Ravenclaw table, and slide into the spot next to Alastair.

"Good game." I tell him kindly.

He beams and says smugly "Those snakes don't know what's coming for them." I shake my head with a smile in response and begin putting food on my plate.

"Stop." I hear the commanding voice of the Slytherin Prince. I look at him, his tone catching my attention. Pansy is rubbing at his bicep with a pout. "Dracoooo" She whines out like a spoiled child.

I avert my gaze with a sigh. He was just as affected by the breakup as me. Pansy was his girlfriend before she left him for Harry in a pursuit of status. "The Chosen One's" chosen one. It was all ego on her end.

Draco's Dorm 7pm

"Mon Chéri." Draco says playfully as I walk into his dorm, not even knocking.

"Dragon." I say simply back. I walk past him, perusing his book shelf for another one to borrow.

"You haven't returned the last three." He raises an eyebrow at me, watching as I ran my fingertips across the spines of the books.

"Must've slipped my mind" I respond, knowing his books are tucked safely away in my own book shelf. His neatly written 'Malfoy', crossed out and my name in its place on the inside of the front cover. They're mine now.

Picking up his wand, Draco says, "Accio book" calmly. Suddenly one of his books comes flying straight into his waiting hand from the open window. He opens the book and stuffs a bookmark in it.

"I-How did you get that?" I say genuinely shocked.

"You left your dorm window open." He responds casually.

"Yeah- wait, how do you know that?- it's all the way in the Ravenclaw tower." I stare at him, astonished and a little envious of his abilities. "I'm just good at everything." He says arrogantly. I roll my eyes at him.

"Whatever. I didn't really like that one anyway."

"Didn't like it? You defaced it." He points at my name scrawled in cursive under his own crossed out one. I laugh sheepishly and quickly changed the subject, "Guess I'm getting a new book now."

"Oh no you won't. You'll just keep it."

"Only if I like it" I retort. He stares at me, blank-faced but I see some amusement flash through his eyes. Dropping my hand, I let my eyes browse his dorm. It is neat and tidy, pristine even. Just like him. He watches me curiously, wondering what I'm looking for. When I spot something, his eyes follow my gaze, wondering what caught my attention. "What are you looking at?" he asks, trying to sound non-nonchalant. I walk to a bundle of green fabric. It is the only thing out of place in this entire dorm, casually hanging from the top of his desk chair.

"Nice jumper." I pick it up.

"It's just a jumper" He shrugs dismissively, "Nothing special."

"Nothing special?" I say as I look at him.

"No, it's not special. It's just something I wear for matches."

"Ew." I drop it on the chair again, wiping my hands on my jeans. He scoffs.

"It's freshly washed. I'm not some unrefined bloke." I chuckle in amusement at his defense. I pick it up again, eyeing it with a hum. I think he knows what I'm getting at because he says "No" at the exact same time I say, "Guess you won't mind me borrowing it".

I ignore him, quickly pulling it on and doing a little twirl. "Comfy." His jaw drops slightly, eyes wide with disbelief- and something like attraction- and says, "That's mine." He tries to sound annoyed but I know him too well.

"But you said it's nothing special." I pull the sleeves down, they're covering my hand to just below my knuckles. "And it's been freshly washed." I step toward him, reaching up to muss his hair with one hand, his jumper slipping down my shoulder. He swallows hard, watching me messing up his hair. "Stop that" he says sternly.

He's trying to hide the fact that me messing up his hair is making him feel strange. I chuckle and give his hair a slight pull to make it stick up. I begin laughing while looking at him. He looks like baby Jack-Jack from The Incredibles. He feigns annoyance, fixing his hair easily with one smooth slide of his hand. I begin to leave, satisfied with picking on him. It is my favorite past time.

"Thanks for the jumper." I begin as I leave his dorm. "Oh and I'll return your grey hoodie tomorrow." A look of surprise crosses his face.

"My what?" He prompts. I laugh again. "Your grey hoodie. The one with the soft cotton lining." I look at him over my shoulder, grinning.

"How in the blazes did you manage to get that?" He's genuinely shocked. I laugh again, I love taking him off guard.

"You left your dorm window open" I reply simply, mocking his earlier statement he made to me. He looks at me with a mixture of humor and begrudged admiration. I am now five steps from his door's threshold when I hear him call, "Wait!" followed by "Come back." I sigh and walk towards him again. "What? I have places to be." I say.

"You can't just leave wearing my-" He leaves the sentence hanging and a mischievous glint crosses his features.

"Oh?" I detect his mischief.

"If you leave wearing that you'll cause quite a stir..." His cheekiness was clear as he wiggles his eyebrows.

"I will. Rumors spread quickly down the halls of Hogwarts." I am starting to pick up what he's putting down.

"The Final Quidditch Match is tomorrow evening." He states

"And it's Ravenclaw versus Slytherin" I say, my tone now turning cheeky.

"It is. If they see a Ravenclaw wearing a Slytherin's game day jumper..." He starts, his eyes now flashing with excitement. We have the same idea planted in our heads.

"Shall we give them a reason to talk?" I say, feeling excited now. I had a long day that turned into a souring evening upon speaking to my ex. I want to be bad for the night. I need an outlet.

"You read my mind, Ravenclaw." He says, matching my mood entirely.

"Let's do it, Slytherin." I stand up straight, slightly bouncing on my toes. He laughs gently at my actions.

"Fancy a trip to Hogsmeade? It's only 6pm." He raises an eyebrow.

"Let's do it!" I squeal in delight. He stands up straight and grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers. "Come then." We step out of his dorm and begin walking down the hall. At first people weren't noticing anything until they caught a proper look at who was walking past. I see a couple jaws drop, eyes following us. I suppress a giggle, heart beating in excitement. As we walked, I used my free hand to slide all my hair to one shoulder. His eyes follow the movement and it lands his gaze down to my back. "You have my last name on you and everything." He tells me. I beam and say,

"That's quite the scandal. Not only am I wearing a Slytherin jumper, but it belongs to their beloved Team Captain and Seeker." His whole body language shifts from arrogance to pride in a matter of seconds. I pull up the jumper's right shoulder sleeve just for the left side to fall down. I sigh. "Your jumper hates me." I complain.

"Maybe the sweater just likes showing off your shoulders?" He jokes. He reaches for the fabric on me and attempts to pulls it up one more time, only for it to slip down my right shoulder again.

"Or maybe your dumb broad shoulders and well-developed pectoral muscles stretched out the fabric." I fake complain. He laughs genuinely, an unexpected sound that seems to even startle himself.

"Blimey, if I'd known my shoulders were so incredibly broad and well-developed, I might have worn tighter shirts. Perhaps a vest?"

"That would be the day" I let out an amused sound before continuing, "Draco Malfoy wearing clothing that isn't perfectly tailored and pressed." We've stopped at the entrance of Hogsmeade, standing near the stone wall that belongs to Gladrags Wizardwear. He leans against it with a casual posture that actually does emphasize his shoulders. "You're judging me on clothing fits? You can't even manage wearing a jumper appropriately."

I take notice of a couple people whispering and glancing at us, trying to be inconspicuous with it but failing. His eyes follow mine around the streets. He smirks, now pushing off the wall and pulling me toward him by my wrist. "It seems people have noticed your... attire."

"It seems they have" We face each other with matching expressions.

"You know what would really give them something to talk about?" His voice low and hinting. He was about to finish his thought when his eyes caught something in the window across the street. I look over to see what he's staring at.

"Fancy a drink?" He asks me, smirking deeply. We have taken notice that both Pansy and Harry are in The Three Broomsticks.

"That sounds divine." I say dramatically, reading between the lines.

"We should make them really mad." He leans in, whispering.

"How?" I whisper back.

"Sit on my lap in there." He says plainly.

"Your.. lap?" I question.

"Yes. My lap." My heart starts pounding at the thought. I nod.

"Okay! I don't want to do it immediately. I want it to seem like it flows naturally" I scheme.

"Right. I'll get us the drinks and we'll warm up to it."

"Yes, they'll already be shocked at seeing me in this." I look down at his jumper. He nods. "Ready?" He takes my hand again, looping our fingers. I nod. We cross the street and enter the tavern, the bell above the door signaling our entrance. There are several audible gasps as we stepped in.

"Sit." He says loud enough to be heard. He's got his arrogant facade on, commanding me. He's started acting already. I nod and immediately turn to begin walking to a table, He slaps my butt as I walk away. I let out a quiet yelp and giggle. This reaction was authentic, I did not expect him to start off so strong.

I pretend to watch him intently. Occasionally I would sneak a sly glance around. I can clearly see people are shocked at this development, the two of us together. Me on his arm and in his sweater. My heart flutters in excitement. I bet the rumors have already started. Especially with the final Quidditch match being mere hours away. There were two particular sets of eyes I wanted to find. Pansy and Harry. They were at separate tables across the tavern from each other. I guess they ended on bad terms, just as I predicted. I took the table right in the middle of both of them. Harry clenched his jaw but other than that he pretended he didn't notice me. Pansy's lips were in a pout but she quickly looked back down at her drink. I felt a fire begin to burn within me. Ladies don't start fights, but they sure finish them. That's what I am going to do, tonight. With Draco.

Draco returns, sliding me the Butterbeer he bought me. He sits on the other side of the small table, keeping his eyes on me, feigning possession.

"Thank you good sir. You're quite the gentleman." I was quietly teasing him, not loud enough to eavesdrop on. He rolls his eyes dramatically at my teasing. "Don't start rumors I can't live down." He teases back, leaning towards me with an amused smirk. "Besides, gentlemanly behavior is hardly a Slytherin specialty." I glance over to see both Harry and Pansy's eyes are looking over again. I decide it's time. I give Draco the look. He smirks and gives a very subtle head nod. He understands me effortlessly, as usual.

"You know what is a Slytherin specialty?"I say quietly, giving him an opportunity to think of a sly way to beckon me to him. I'm getting into character now. A gleam enters his eyes, a knowing look crossing his face. It's clear he has an idea now. He pushes the chair he's sitting in back casually and leans against the back of it. He's making space for me like the cunning Slytherin he is.

"What's that, sweetheart? Come here." He says, his voice a deep and velvety tone that was just loud enough to be heard by our onlookers. I walk up to him, slowly, as if teasing him, bending down to his ear. His hand immediately comes up to cup my butt cheek, and I whisper, "Commanding attention". His smirk widens as he feels my breath against his ear. He begins to run his hand possessively on my entire butt, slowly roving cheek to cheek.

He is soaking up the attention we were getting from the nearby tables. "Oh yeah?" He says loud enough to be heard, voice sultry. I slide my hand down his chest and curve myself around the front of his knees, sitting on his lap. "And rebelling" I whisper into his ear again. His breath hitches slightly as I sit on his lap. He can feel the eyes of the tavern guests on him, whispering and pointing now. A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face as he wraps an arm around my waist possessively, pulling me closer.

I slowly cup his jaw, wanting to make a show. Sliding my free hand down his shoulders. He leans into my touch, his eyes never leaving mine. The room has now fallen silent, everyone in disbelief at our brazen behavior. The shocked looks from Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise two booths over makes him chuckle. This is rebellion, pure and simple. He revels in it.

I move my hair to one shoulder, leaning forward so the embroided 'Malfoy' on my back was on full display. I dip my head, pretending I'm going to kiss him. I feel his heart begin to pound, an uncontrollable response. He is staring at me, fully aware of the spectacle we're making. The sight of his last name on my back makes him feel proud and possessive, especially under the watchful eye of his housemates. It is dangeously thrilling to the both of us. He runs a finger down my spine.

I give him a fake 'shag me' look, pulling it off quite nicely, sliding my hand down his neck. I pretend that I am about to kiss his neck but whispered "Are they looking?" while slightly grazing my lips under his ear. He feels their stares like physical weights, and can hear the shocked whispers starting back up again. He turns his head slightly to keep up the illusion he was letting me kiss his neck. "Staring."

I smirked, pleased to hear it. "I want you to grab my jaw from your neck down here, and turn my head to face yours." I whisper from my spot. I position myself, draping my hair to block the view of others, giving the illusion I was now fully kissing his neck. He slowly reaches up and grabs my jaw, gentler than I thought he would, turning me face to him. He pulls me towards his lips.

"Now give me your best 'I want you' look. Really sell it." I whisper as he pulls me to him. He deepens his smirk and drops his eyes half-mast, his lips parted slightly. He is looking like he's going to devour me right there. Pansy Parkinson has stopped pretending to be uninterested, now looking at us, jaw practically on the floor. "Unbelievable! Look at him." She says to her friends extremely annoyed. I lean in slightly so she sees his last name on me.

I shift my body so my butt gently grazes his clothed crotch, slightly tilting my head back and looking down at him, copying his facial expression completely. He inhales sharply when he feels me, his hands tightening around my jaw. He is looking like he is actually turned on, his eyes glazed and longing, "Fuck," He quietly groans. Or maybe he really was turned on? I giggle.

I lean forward, same look and begin to stare at his lips. I think we are really selling it. He swallows hard, his eyes flickering between my parted lips heavy-lidded eyes. I shift my hips to press down on his crotch, subtly. He lets out a low groan, his hands now sliding from my jaw down my neck. I feel him beginning to push up into me, wrapping his hand around my neck and squeezing.

"Is Pansy watching?" I whisper, wondering why he is suddenly taking this more seriously. He tightens his hand around my throat and nods slightly, now squeezing my throat and pressing his erection up against me. He grips my hips tightly to keep me in place, making it clear he was actually turned on. He trying to get a little relief from how hard he was. He needed friction. I fist his shirt with a fake quiet gasp. I let him guide me closer to his face by tugging on my neck. I see something cross his eyes and I realize he isn't faking at all anymore.

He captures my lips in a rough, possessive kiss. His hands now on my hips, stilling me. He presses up a few more times, lost in the moment now. He is losing sight of the plan, but I won't be. I tangle my hands in his hair, tugging on the root. "Draco" I whisper, trying to pull him back to reality.

He groans audibly this time, his eyes were completely darkened with lust. He grips my hips harder and begins to grind me against him and keeps eye contact with me. "Draco..." I say against his lips, tugging his head back by his hair to deepen the kiss. He kisses me passionately. I stiffen my body so he would get the hint to stop grinding. When he pulls back, he grins wickedly. "Just taking advantage of the moment" He tries to play it off, but fails. He read my body language and I look into his eyes, he was back to Earth again.

"Do you think I should push this further?" I lean in, kissing his neck while I waited for his response. He shivers, his heart racing. He fought against the pleasure and looked at Pansy. Seeing her jealous reaction fueled him to press on. "Fuck it." He agreed. I laugh quietly, feeling victorious. I swing my leg over so I was now completely straddling him. I pull his hair again, forcing his eyes to look up at me. He looks up, eyes darkening with desire again. He can feel my heat over his clothed groin. He reminds himself this was just for show.

I feel so rebellious and bold I could laugh out loud. I press my chest against his, boobs smashing against his pecks and I slip a tongue in his mouth. He suddenly stops me by gripping my hips. I pull away, temporarily confused. "Why'd you stop me?" I whisper, pretending I was just smoothing out his hair, and pushing it back.

"I don't fancy finishing in my trousers here." He whispers back, trying to get less turned on by focusing on his breathing. I giggle, now sitting still on his lap as he begins pecking kisses on my face. "Is Harry still watching?" I whisper. He glances up for a second then began kissing my neck. "Yes" he whispers "And he's fuming." I giggle giddily. He stops kissing my neck, and places his forehead against my own, pretending we are just having a romantic moment. He is just trying not to get turned on again, taking a breather. He fake whispers something in my ear by tilting his head up and rubbing his lips on my ear lobe.

I pretend to throw my head back giggling and add a whiny "Dracoooo" to piss Pansy off more. I heard her friend, Astoria Greengrass, say, "You okay, Pans?" The only sound is something slamming down on the table. It sounds like the menu. Draco catches the interaction from the corner of his eye and he looks at me so amused I felt proud. I want to see how far I can push this. "I have an idea. Humor me?" I whisper in his ear. "Sure, doll." I smile at the name but I know it is just a product of his smug feeling.

I kiss down his neck, this time staring right at Harry. "You are so fucking bad" He whispers, catching on. He tilts head back with a smirk and begins to look at Harry too. Harry's eyes are wide, his face a mix of anger, jealousy, and something else that Draco and I can't quite place. Ron, finally looking up from his oblivious haze, notices what's happening now. His jaw drops at me and Draco. Draco chuckles darkly.

"Mate, let's just go." Ron says to Harry.

"They aren't going to make us leave. We were here first." Harry responds with carefully hidden fury. I detect it because I know him. Draco does as well.

Draco turns my face back to him. He hides his glee at getting under Harry's skin by kissing my lips passionately again. I begin kissing up Draco's jaw, eyes half-lidded feigning being turned on. I was no longer looking at Harry. I wanted him to see me completely doting on Draco Malfoy. The anger that contorts Harry's features is incredibly satisfying and Draco stares at him amused. I lean up to Draco's ear, sucking on his ear lobe and tell him, "Taunt him." The look on Draco's face became so arrogant I felt intimidated for Harry already.

"Enjoying the show, Potter?" Draco begins, now addressing Harry directly. I kiss down his neck as he taunts. He smirks and tilts his head to the side to give me better access. He reaches for my hair, pulling my head back and leaving open-mouth kisses on my throat, looking at Harry with a smirk. He pulls back and laughs straight in Harry's face. I start kissing his neck again.

"Looks like I caught myself quite the prize wouldn't you say Potter?" He sneers. I feel my arousal growing now, his claim on me made me start to grind on him slightly. I kiss down one neck, across his throat and up the other side.

"I think she's quite fond of me" he purrs, rubbing his hand up and down my back possessively. I start to drag my lips slower on his neck. He wraps an arm around my back and grips an ass cheek with his big, veiny hand and gives it a squeeze.

"Did she ever do this for you?" He asks mockingly. Giving my ass a harsh slap. I yelp and he grabs my jaw with his free hand and yanks me to him, giving me a sloppy kiss. He looks back at Harry while I keep my eyes trained on him, entranced. I am fully turned on and my face shows that clear as day. "Good girl." He tells me and releases my face. I place my hand on the side of his neck, sliding down it, slowly. Making a show of worshiping him. He has a hand now holding my ass and the other is stroking my hair down to my back. "Such a good pet." I moan slightly at his comment.

"Hear that Potter? I'm making her sound like that." He taunts. Harry is completely red in the face and all eyes are watching this interaction shamelessly. I cannot take this anymore, I need to finish and I won't stop until I do. Draco notices how I move to straddle his thigh, dropping one of my legs in between his. He manspreads wider to give me space, and to assert dominance. He leans his back on the chair, a position of total power. The moment I sit and begin humping, he starts bouncing his knee up and down. "Ah!" I couldn't help but let out a moan. Draco's smirk deepens.

"Bloody hell, she's like a cat in heat." I focus on one spot on his neck, sucking hard as I push my hips up and down his thigh, clit directly against his leg. He grips both of my ass cheeks now, knee bouncing rhythmically. I begin moaning softly in the crook of his neck.

"Hear that? She's purring." I feel a familiar tug in the bottom of my stomach.

"Look at her. She can't get enough." His tone is of complete mockery. I press my clit down harder while he keeps his rhythmic bouncing. My breathing comes out in pants, heart beating wildly. I grab his face, he looks at me with amused desire, watching as my eyes begin to slide shut, "I'm gonna cum." I moan out softly. I wanted him to know how good he is making me feel. He looks over at Harry again, arrogantly, his smirk firmly in place. I hump faster, eyes trained on Draco's face. I wanted to cum while looking at him. I have my arms wrapped around his neck, clinging on to him for support.

"Are you watching, Potter? She's going to cum right here. Look at my good girl." He coos, squeezing my ass cheeks. After his taunt, he looks up, directly into my eyes. His eyes are dominant, possessive and assertive. His voice comes out powerful, a command.

"Cum for me."

I feel the final tug. My body stiffens for a moment, then I begin trembling as I cum hard, my legs shaking. Seeing stars and feeling the waves of my intense orgasm wrack through my entire body, I throw my head back, chest heaving, eyes closed "Oh fuck!" I cry out, not caring who hears me. Draco watches intently. I open my eyes and look into his again, slowly rubbing my clit on his thigh, prolonging my orgasm. My body has two convulses before I finish.

"Did that feel good? I fucking bet it did" He says to me, his voice is low, husky and erotic. He runs his hands up and down my back. I close my eyes again, cheeks flushed with pleasure and ears ringing from the intense orgasm. I fall into his neck in post-orgasm bliss.

He looks at Harry victoriously. Harry storms out with Ron in toe, knocking the chair he was sitting on over and shoving the door open so hard it slammed on the wall and echoed on the street. Most of the tavern had cleared, feeling very uncomfortable with the scene. Pansy left as soon as Draco said I was a prize he won.

Coming down from my bliss, I suddenly realized what I just did. I flushed and covered my face with my hands. Draco's hand was still running up and down my back. He was letting me bask in the orgasmic haze I was in. I sat up straight, looking at him. He had his usual smirk.

"Had a nice time?" Teasing me.

"Oh Merlin I am mortified." I look around the tavern to see a few guys shifting in their seats, trying to hide their boners. Two people were looking at me in begrudged admiration. Three were giving me disapproving and judgmental glances.

'Yeah, real classy y/n" I heard a girl say, I looked over and it was a housemate of mine. She was glaring at me.

"And with a Slytherin no less." Another girl from my house chimed in.

"While wearing his bloody Quidditch jersey! The night before our last game.'" A boy chimed in this time. Draco stiffened in anger, sneering at them immediately. I sighed and got off his lap.

"Let's go?" I ask quietly, not responding to any of them. He immediately stands and grabs my hand, a sign of unity. He holds the door open for me, and as I was walking out I saw him take out his wand for a brief second. When we start down the street, I hear a shriek coming from inside the tavern. I peer in through the window. The tavern was now swarming with snakes. I laugh joyfully. Draco wrapped his arm around my shoulders with a proud smirk.

"Tonight was... fun" He begins to tease me.

"Shut up" I tell him, rolling my eyes.

"You sure had a nice time." He looks down at his once-perfectly pressed slacks. They were wrinkled on his left thigh now.

"I just didn't want to stop..." I whisper

"Because I made you feel that good? Wait until I actually touch you." He says non-nonchalantly.

"Actually touch me?" I press.

"Yeah. You enjoyed yourself tonight. Next time it's my turn."

"What do you mean next time?" I press further.

"I quite enjoyed tonight." He admits, looking at me.

"Yeah, I felt it." I tease.

He shoves me against the nearest wall, hand on either side of my head. He looks at my lips and back into my eyes. Sliding a hand up the side of my neck, he cups my face. I look up, curious what he is up to. He leans down and presses a sweet kiss to my lips. No one was watching, he genuinely wanted to give it to me. He slid a hand under my hair, pushing it to the side and over one shoulder. He cranes his neck to look down my shoulders, eyes finding his last name on me. He smiled, genuinely. I look up at the silhouette of him. It was night now so the streetlights bathed him in a warm yellow hue.

"I enjoyed that too. I meant something else, though." He quietly said, looking at me and raking his fingers down my hair. He untangles a few strands with his fingers. "You need to brush your hair." He says, trying to return back to his snarky self. He begins to step back, but I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him. He stiffens immediately but slowly loosens up, wrapping his arms around me.

"Thank you." I say genuinely. He raises an eyebrow.

"For the orgasm?" He teases. I blush.

"You're never going to let me forget that, are you?"

"Never." He promises. He looks down at the jumper on me.

"I guess you need this back for tomorrow?" I ask, gently.

"No. I've got another." He says softly. He turns and we begin the trip back to Hogwarts. I poke his bicep and he fake scoffs at me. I grab his hand again.

"Didn't you get enough touching from me?" He remarks but slips his fingers through mine anyway.

"It felt nice" I say sweetly. He barks out one laugh.

"Yeah, I bet it did feel nice." He teases, again. I blush and pull my hand away, covering my face at the memory again.

"Hey. Don't." He said, prying my hand off my face and slipping it through his own fingers again. I smile at him and he pretends to be annoyed and rolls his eyes at me. I stopped us half-way up the trail that leads to the castle. He looks at me confused, but stops anyway. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to my lips for a kiss. He kisses back immediately, hands wrapping around my waist. I plant one more lingering kiss on his lips, slide my hand down his arm, and intertwine our fingers again. He walks me all the way to the Ravenclaw tower.

Now in front of my dorm, I look down as I unlock the door, pushing it slightly open and turning back to Draco. He is looking at his jumper draped on my frame. "What, Dragon?" I look at him, curiously.

Before he could answer, his eye caught something in my dorm. He lifts an arm, putting his hand right by my head on the door, pushing it open.

"Is that my hoodie?" He asks suddenly. I look over and slightly blushed, seeing my closet was open and there it was, hung on full display.

"Yeah..." I said quietly.

"I thought you said you had my grey one." He said, reflecting back on our conversation earlier this evening. I stiffen slightly.

"I do..." I say, trailing off.

"That one is black." He says, waiting for me to confess. I sigh.

"Okay! I have... both." I squeak.

"Both? Merlin, woman! How do you manage to accumulate so much of my stuff?" He acts annoyed but I know he's flattered. I laugh. He looks at my frame in his jumper again. A small smile spreading. I huff.

"What, Dragon? I know I'm still wearing your jumper. But why do you keep staring?" I ask, again.

"It suits you." He says genuinely before teasing again, "Look at you. My last name on you like you're my property." I gave him a heated look, remembering everything he said about me and what he did for me in the tavern tonight.

I pull him into my dorm, locking the door behind us.

Masterlist

[spideyanakin]

I don't know how to keep complimenting your work without sounding redundant or like I'm just kissing ur ass but I seriously do love it and hey yippee more sirius content sirius my beloved!!!!!!!

you are temporarily forgiven but only temporarily because I know you're going to hurt me again

❀

STOP your making me blush! no but flattery WORKS on me. You do not know how rewarding it is as an author to have so much love for projects you are passionate about, and to hear that other people share your excitement!!! ily for it ❀, like this makes me want to continue writing, it keeps me motivated! <3 ily

so because flattery works so well on me, and we need as much sirius content as possible, here’s more fluff and cute banter this time to comfort our little hearts and earn your full forgiveness 💜

all I think about now - masterlist

summary - slytherin! reader, slytherin just won the quidditch game, james swears it was your fault, sirius finds it funny.

warnings - james being totally wiped for lily, and sirius being the same for the reader

"Your girlfriend just made us lose the game."

"Actually, it was his brother," Remus mumbled as he fixed his scarf. "Reg caught the snitch."

"Yeah, but she pushed me! I was going to catch the damn thing!"

"Don't be such a baby, James," Sirius grinned, which only made his friend scowl.

"Don't tell me you're happy they won?"

"Obviously not. I'm just saying that... maybe it wasn't entirely her fault..."

James's mouth fell agape, "Moony, did you just hear what he said?"

"I did," the werewolf hummed under the thick layers of scarf he carefully wrapped around himself.

"Sirius has gone mad! You were there mate!"

"I also saw you get distracted by Lily who was cheering for you just as my girlfriend was passing by."

"Where does his loyalties lie!?" James shrieked and Remus simply shrugged his shoulders.

"There you are, boys!" Your voice came from behind them, and Sirius grinned when he saw you walking his way. You had already changed from your quidditch attire to your crisp uniform, the Slytherin quidditch sweater draped atop your frame.

"Good game was it not?" You smirked, and Sirius rolled his eyes.

"I think you just got lucky," Sirius playfully scrunched his nose before locking your lips with his, his arm snaking around your middle. "James is pissed though, said you pushed him out of the way so he lost the snitch."

"Pardon?" You blinked at the boy.

James looked like he was going to burst, "I-, you-"

"What? All shy in front of my girl now?"

"I'm not having this conversation," and with another huff, James turned around on his heels and left the other way.

"What's his problem?" You frowned, and Remus simply offered yet a new shrug.

"Lily."

[boyfiejay]

I love my girlfriend

PAIRING : Enhypen hyung line x female Youtuber! Reader

GENRE : fluff, bullet point

Warning : curse words, me rizzing up the reader😔

Word Count : 0.9k overall

Author's Note : this was long overdue☝🏻

Heeseung ☆

you're one of those underrated artists, that are underrated due to one sole reason

it's better to gatekeep a talented artist

yk the way some fans get sad that their favourites are now on everyone's fyp

yeah your fandom in a nutshell

they also thirst over you non stop

I mean you are stunning, gorgeous, beautiful, enchanting

just date me pookie

you used to be a youtuber before the music career fyi

imagine your fans' dilemma (dimension?) when you say out of nowhere that you have a bf

‘guys, my boyfriend sent me this :D’

and it's a silly picture of two cats or smtg

like your fans are fighting a fucking war on twt

and you are like cuddling with hee, listening to unreleased songs

you have no clue of what's going on

meanwhile heeseung…

he's ready to fight the war

posts a picture of you kissing his cheek on your insta story

he makes sure that only 1/4th of his face is visible

to keep his identity anonymous yk

…

your fans find his acc in 15 mins

he panics definitely 😭

tells you his innuendo after you wake up

and you're just like

‘yeah ok, sure’

WHY ARE YOU SO CHILL??

your boyfriend is getting deep fried on twt and you're like ‘el oh el’

dw your fans mean no harm

after a while they're like

‘they're cute tgt ig 😒’

Jay ☆

you're like a cooking channel

STAY W ME IK IT SOUNDS BASIC

you're like a blogger who blew up one day

because you're just soso pretty😻

alright anyways, your channel is focused around learning to cook

it's so chaotic sometimes

bcz you don't know shit about cooking

sorry if you do, let's pretend you don't >.<!!

you have almost killed yourself a dozen times

at some point people are like

‘??? how is she alive’

all thanks to your almost professional chef boyfriend

but no one has to know that ;)

anyways on like a milestone or something, you decide to cook blindfolded

bae you can barely cook with eyes open

your followers are concerned bro

like their blood pressure is rising by the minute

and like a holy light in the midst of the darkness

Jay stepped in, to save you from killing yourself fr this time

Your fans are seriously jumping around, squealing bcz he's just so soft and gentle to you :(((

but then they snap out and pretend to be angry

and you're like ‘meet my boyfie :3’

jk your fans love you two

like almost obsessed

also they're always sliding in Jay's dms

like I get it mans fine af but he's also taken

and also absolutely whipped for you 🤭

it's your world and we're just living in it…

Jake ☆

you are a gamer/streamer

your whole fan base is delusional

like so delusional, there are like hundreds and thousands of accounts claiming to be your bf/gf

but the iconic one ‘ynsboyfie’ is everywhere

like that acc is the most iconic thing in your lore

they are always there, no news of yours goes past them

always donating in your streams

and one day…

you forget to log in your priv acc

so your official acc has the comment

‘babe, you're so sweet ☹️🩷’

replying to ‘YNSBOYFIE’

???

oh your fans are livid

jokingly ofc

or maybe not

everyone on twt is like

‘who is this bitch???’

everyone hoping for his downfall

then you drop his pic

THE SWITCH UP IS INSANE

‘oh, oh, he's fiiine😏’

like I can't blame them, that's jake

but still they're supposed to be your fans

fucking snitches

my bae, pookum shmookum I would never

your fans love him

but also bully him calling him a lewser

hes so down bad he had a fan page for you

i dont blame him, i too would fangirl over you 😼

Sunghoon ☆

you're like a fitness channel

like those ones that have insane challenges

and your famous in people who have no interest in working out too

your face reveal went so viral, almost every single person knew your face

also your workouts (even tho deadly) always work so fast

people are in love with your figure and just you in general

you also upload mini vlogs once in a while

in these vlogs people noticed someone always being around you and in the back of the frame

at first they were like

‘obsessed fan😨’

but then they saw you laughing along with him in another clip

from the small clips, people couldn't see his face (bcz it's blurred) but omg the figure

the biceps, the buff and tall guy immediately steals everyone hearts

it's obvious from the clips that you're close with him

so naturally you are asked who he is and you just laugh

???

people are losing their minds woman

and you're just like ‘hehe’

they continue seeing him in your vlogs and in one clip you could see him putting his hands on your waist while you squat

you have no reaction to that

but twt…

he's getting dragged even though half of the people have no clue what's going on

you decide to take matter in your hands

and post this

with the caption ‘he's my boyfriend everyone :3’

the internet breaks

Sunghoon doesn't do his face reveal for a long time js bcz he doesn't feel like it yk

but when he does

good lord…

your fans love him

they also love how he glares at people who look at you the wrong way

you never notice that for some reason

[glitterquadricorn]

Another Leclerc - social media

+ summary: When rumors go around about another Leclerc joining the f1 grid, people automatically assume its Arthur, completely forgetting about y/n leclerc. She'll do anything for a formula one seat. Even if it meant going behind a certain driver's back. +pairing: none. + warning(s): sexism, google translate (I don't speak Italian nor French but if I have something wrong, let me know), like one curse word.

face claim: Lindsay brewer

+ author's note: for a while now I've been wanting to get back into writing, but writing fics stress me out, so I figured making social media/instgram posts will be a lot easier to put together. I've also decided to change how I do social media posts and I'm trying to figure things out, so in the meantime, bear with me.

itsy/nleclerc

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itsy/nleclerc: *insert Sebastian Vettel quote here*

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charles_leclerc: isn't that my jacket? ⤷itsynleclerc: If I said no would you believe me? ⤷charles_leclerc: give me back my jacket or I'll tell mom ⤷itsy/nleclerc: go ahead and tell mom, you snitch

user1: Charles and y/n is exactly how my sister, and I are whenever she burrows my clothes.

patriciooward: when are you going to let me drive your Ferrari?⤷itsy/nleclerc: never. ⤷josefnewgarden: she won't even let me drive it and I'm her teammate! ⤷12willpower: she's let me drive it ⤷patriciooward: Y/N! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!! ⤷itsy/nleclerc: other than my beloved Ferrari, I only love my bed and my mom I'm sorry!

user2: this made me feel ✨poor✨

scuderiaferrari: you have great taste, miss leclerc ⤷itsy/nleclerc: thank you! :)

user3: you look real good in red liked by itsy/nleclerc

user4: I so badly want her to race for Ferrari with Charles! liked by itsy/nleclerc

arthur_leclerc: is there something you want to share with the class?⤷itsy/nleclerc: nope 🤐

user5: y/n clearly knows something we don't ⤷user6: you don't think she's the leclerc deuxmoi is talking about, right? ⤷user5: I hope not because Arthur honestly deserves that f1 seat more than her.

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scuderiaferrari: two-time indy 500 winner & one-time indycar champion and the first woman to be in formula one since Lella Lombardi, y/n leclerc joins Ferrari in 2026!

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itsy/nleclerc: this has always been a childhood dream of mine to race for Ferrari! grazie per questa sorprendente opportunità! (thank you for this amazing opportunity) liked by scuderiaferarri

carlossainz55: you can't be serious

charles_leclerc: papa and jules would be proud ⤷itsy/n_leclerc: I know 😭😭

pierregasly: Congrats little leclerc! ⤷itsy/nleclerc: thank you, mon frère (my brother)

josefnewgarden: I'll miss having you around ⤷itsy/nleclerc: you and misses are always welcome to come to Monaco ⤷josefnewgarden: we might just take you up on that offer

lewishamilton: hopefully this is a step in the right direction in making the paddock more inclusive and welcoming for everyone! liked by itsy/nleclerc

user1: y/n doesn't belong in formula one. ⤷user2: and the fact that she's replacing someone that didn't need to be replaced is astounding! ⤷user3: the pressure will be too much for her and she'll fail like past women who've tried to make it in f1 ⤷user4: I predict she won't make it to summer break before she quits ⤷user5: why is it so hard for you to comprehend a woman being in formula one? I mean, if you hate women, just say so.

user6: my daughter has expressed interest in karting because of y/n

12willpower: I wish you nothing but the best, kid. ⤷itsy/nleclerc: thanks, old man! 😘

user7: y/n signing to Ferrari is great and all, but I'm over here asking myself what tf is in the water in monaco because it should be illegal to be this good looking! ⤷user8: you're out here asking the real questions ⤷user9: all I'm saying is God bless mama Leclerc

Chili man🌶️ How could do this to me? I thought we were friends.

Mini Leclerc What do you mean?

Chili man🌶️ Don't play dumb, y/n. You know exactly what you did.

Mini Leclerc Yes, I did sign with Ferrari. Yes, I did take your seat. You didn't sign an extension and they reached out to me. I saw an opportunity and I took it.

Chili man🌶️ I was getting ready to talk to Fred about an extension.

Mini Leclerc Early bird gets the worm?

Chili Man🌶️ You're a real bitch, you know that?

Mini Leclerc You think that's the first time a man, much less anyone has called me that? You know as much as I do that Formula one is a competitive sport and in order to get a seat, you may have to do some unspeakable things. Let me ask you a question, though. If the roles were reversed and you were me, would you have done the same thing?

*read*

Mini Leclerc you leaving me on read lets me know you would've. But I'll never apologize for my actions, Carlos. If you have any interest in IndyCar, I can give you some resources to help you out. Good luck in any of your future endeavors, Carlos.

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thank you to @lorarri and @majaverse for helping me out. they didn't have to do that, but they did, so this is dedicated to them! :)

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if your name is crossed out, I couldn't tag you.

I'm going clean out my tagging list again, so if you want to stay on it, let me know.

[luveline]

Wait! Hotch x stripper!reader was so good. I want more of their potential relationship!!

"I want a private dance." 

You look up from your seat at the bar in surprise. Yes, you're in lingerie, and yes, you're in a strip club, but the patrons here usually leave you alone at the bar after a few dances. 

"I'm not doing private dances tonight, honey," you say, sipping at your drink, condensation wetting your hands, "sorry." 

"Are you kidding?" 

You wipe a droplet off of your naked thigh. You should've gone into the dressing rooms and changed, but you'd been dancing for a long time without a break, and craved a little drink to numb your headache. "Not kidding. Sorry," you say again, though apologising makes you feel sick. It's not your fault, you're allowed to say no to private dances, but you've learned that saying sorry helps minimise their anger. 

"That's what you're here for." 

"No," you say, looking away from him. "'M just a dancer. Private dances are done at my discretion." 

"You could at least look at me when I'm talking to you," he says sharply. "Don't be a bitch, sweetheart." 

"That's enough." 

You look up, then, at a familiar voice cutting in. Agent Hotchner stands tall, dark and handsome where he stands behind your disgruntled patron. "Talk to her with respect or don't talk," Agent Hotchner continues. 

"Who are you?" the patron asks. 

He doesn't even need his badge. Hotchner just looks at him, waiting. It's impressive how stony one man can look, how much authority he can carry in little but his stance.

The patron throws you a disgusted look and leaves the way he came. You breathe a sigh of relief, though you're pissed too. You explained yourself twice and it didn't matter, but Agent Hotchner's scolding was enough to send him running. 

"Thank you," you say. 

He shakes his head at you. "You shouldn't have needed my intervention in the first place." 

Your chest hurts with a weird queasy shame. "I know, I should've– I mean, what did I think was gonna happen, sitting here." You laugh awkwardly. 

His frown deepens. "That's not what I meant… I'm sorry." 

"What are you sorry for?" you ask, turning back to your drink. You scratch at the salt along the rim. 

"That it happens, Y/N. That you have to deal with it." 

"Thanks, Agent Hotchner," you say. 

"You can call me Aaron, if you're comfortable."  

He'd said the same a few weeks ago. You'd shown up at the BAU to meet Spencer (who'd been indisposed of, playing an intense game of chess against himself) and he offered you a ride home. He insisted you call Spencer first. He did everything he could to make you feel safe, which is more than most. 

"Aaron," you say, tucking your hands between your thighs. What would his colleagues think of him, here, standing opposite of you and your lingerie? Your chest craned forward ever so slightly, the softness of your stomach and your bruised legs? "I don't know why you're here." 

"I have some questions for you." 

"Am I in trouble?" you ask. 

He gives you a look. You imagine it to be something similar to, No, but I might be. It's a nice fantasy. "No. You were a great help with Lawley. I was hoping we could use your expertise again." 

"Is this going to get dangerous for me?" you ask, tilting your head gently to one side. "Snitching?" 

"I'd never let anything happen to you. And if you were to keep talking to the FBI, we could even facilitate compensation." 

"I sell enough of myself." 

He holds your gaze. "I understand. But I'd really appreciate your help with this." 

"Okay." You slip out of your chair. "Can I get dressed, first, or…" 

"Of course. Take your time." He doesn't gawk at you, doesn't stare, only meets you head on with that familiar furrowed brow. "Does it happen often?" 

You let yourself picture him as neither a customer nor an agent with work to do. For a moment, he's a handsome man, striking heartfelt conversation. "All the time." 

You change into your clothes and meet him again at the bar, where he asks you questions about a patron and you answer to the best of your ability. Before he leaves, he gives you his card. "If you need me," is all he says as he goes. You put the number in your phone and tuck the card into your dressing table, wondering what definition of need fits the bill. 

[nyarumie]

i love the suit anomaly + continuation 🤍 its so well written! i imagine that no. 10 can hear/sense hoshina’s (inappropriate) thoughts about reader and snitches on him.

Another ask in relation with Suit Anomaly! Each can be read as a standalone (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ This is the 3rd part. Author's Reply: It took me a while to come up with something but I hope it didn't disappoint! I didn't expect that oneshot to be such a hit I'm actually so happy 😭 it's starting to turn into a mini series but i don't mind at all HAHAH Author's Note: the number of your suit in this oneshot is up to your imagination! also i hope i didn't mess the description for reader's suit design </3 i struggled with some terminologies Requests and messages are welcome on my ask box! I can also write for Narumi and Mina. Please view my navigation too ♡

Today is finally the trial schedule for your very own numbered suit.

You wanted to fight with style, thus rejecting designs offered to you that might’ve already resembled the other numbered suits. Izumo Tech tailored it with a pencil style skirt that goes around your mid-thigh and the upper body is styled to appear as a crop top, with the regular numbered bodysuit underneath both of these layers. To some, it might be uncomfortable; but to you, it’s beyond perfect.

This, by all means, is not necessary, but Headquarters insisted—the reason being “acknowledgement of strength” and “just in case another nationwide cataclysm ensues”. Which is fairly valid; anything can happen anytime. Such as the situation you’re in right now.

For some reason, Soshiro’s suit started attacking him. Not by mistake, no; it’s obviously deliberate! You badly wanted to stop them, but you know you can’t, not with how hostile the tail currently is. The suit’s trial result is more credible when sparring with another numbered suit, hence Soshiro’s required presence. Watching from a safe distance, you hear Soshiro yell.

“What’s gotten into ya?! We were perfectly in sync just minutes ago ‘n now you’re actin’ insane!” He’s deflecting the tail expertly with his dual blades, but obviously struggles with it because he can’t put distance between himself and his very own suit. “Are you tryin’ to kill me?! And here I thought you’re one heck of an admirer!”

“I’M NOT TRYING TO KILL YOU! I’m stalling time!” the Kaiju countered.

You then hear Kaiju no. 10 address you, “Oi, Girlie! Run while you’re at it!”

Confusion took over your features and you pointed at yourself, saying, “Me? What for? Aren’t we uh, supposed to actually fight? I don’t have any plans to run from a fight—”

“Run from HOSHINA! Not from a fight!” it bellowed. 

Ah, now you’re even more confused. “Shouldn’t I be escaping from you, not him?”

Kaiju No. 10 seemed to get angry at this, finally spilling the beans for his sudden attack. “I think this guy’s turning into a Kaiju himself! He’s gotten insane, what a lunatic! One moment he’s coming up with fighting strategies, the next he’s thinking of ruining your suit and devouring you the moment you stepped in!” Its tail tried to smack Soshiro at the back of his head. “You bastard!” 

“Pfft…” 

“This guy was also thinking of something like, blowing out your back til you see stars?! The hell even is that! Is that a new way to kill?! Hoshina, you’re a traitor!”

Upon hearing it, you can’t help but burst into laughter, forearm holding your stomach. Tears formed in your eyes and you ended up rolling on the floor, stopping their fight midway and looking over at you. “I’m sorry— it’s just too funny!” you tried holding back your laughter again, “I-it’s just, pfft…, I’m sorry!” and you laughed again.

Soshiro sighed and sheathed his blades, scratching the back of his head. “Told ya to listen to me. You just made a fool of yourself, No. 10. And ya didn’t need to air out my business!”

“O-oi! Stop laughing! I tried to protect you from this bowlcut, what’s so funny about it?!”

Finally, you managed to calm yourself down. “Nothing, nothing! I’m pretty sure Soshiro meant that metaphorically. I’ll tell you if you need to attack him again though, I promise!” you hear Soshiro mumble, ‘But I meant that literally’ in which you playfully smacked his head.

“Can we proceed to the suit trial now? Thanks for giving me a good laugh.” you said. “And dear, I’ll be looking forward to that later.” you winked.

[sebscore]

could we get more lando and gzd moments? like them playing more into their marriage rumor and reeking havoc during races like pushing into each other on the track or chasing each other around the paddock, they’d be such a chaos duo😭 i love grids delight💗

SNITCHES GET STITCHES

pairings: f1 grid x driver!reader 

warnings: a collection of gen-z driver moments during the 2023 austria grand prix :) 

author's note: i am so confused about this as well, but just enjoy our lovely gzd being chaotic and just as confused as us! thank you for loving the series, darling!! i appreciate it a lot!!!

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''Okay Y/N, so we have a 5 second penalty for the lap track limits. Keep it clean from now on.'' Marco's voice came through the radio, notifying the driver. 

She loudly sighed, momentarily lifting her hand from the steering wheel to show her frustration. ''What? Who snitched? Lando? Was it Lando? Oh, I bet it was Lando.'' Y/N rambled, glancing at the McLaren driver in her mirrors. 

''Just focus on driving. They're giving a lot of drivers penalties at the moment so don't worry about it too much.'' He brushed it off, not wanting her to get distracted by which driver reported on her breaking the rules. 

Y/N listened to his words and calmed down. ''Understood, Polo.'' She answered, trusting his judgement. 

''Y/N, Sainz told over the radio that you're intimidating him.'' Marco informed her as she pressured Carlos, fighting for the third spot on the podium. 

The driver frowned. ''Well… is the intimidation on the track with us right now?'' She chuckled. 

''Push harder, we have better pace than them.'' Her engineer had laughed himself when the message came in, finding humour in the Ferrari driver's comment to his own team. 

Y/N listened to Marco's instruction and intimidated the car in front of her even more, eventually passing him a few corners later. ''Marco, I passed him so he doesn't feel threatened anymore- aren't I such a good friend?'' She laughed, giving herself a pat on the wrist. 

The commentators and analysts tried hard not to cackle as her radio message was replayed on the broadcast, still wanting to remain their professional attitude. 

''Y/L overtakes Sainz from the inside with a nice message for the Spaniard attached to it- beautiful stuff we are seeing here at the Red Bull Ring.'' Crofty's voice sounded over the replay of said overtake. 

''Charlie, you're in my chair again.'' Y/N walked into the cooldown room, immediately noticing the Monégasque occupying her seat. The situation had also happened in Baku when the three of them made it onto the podium. 

The Ferrari driver glanced behind him, seeing her car number and team logo above his chair. ''Oh, sorry…'' 

He made an advance to switch seats, but she stopped him. ''It's okay- I'm P2 now.'' She teased, sitting down on his original chair. 

''It's been a while since we were on the podium together.'' Max stated, standing up from his seat and grabbing one of the towels that were laid there for them. 

Both Charles and Y/N nodded at him. ''Well, it's been a while since Charles was on the podium with us.'' The youngest corrected the Dutchman, chuckling at the Monégasque's unimpressed face. 

''I'm back.'' He simply smiled. 

While the second and third place drivers were joking around with each other, the RBR driver watched the replay of the race. ''A lot of penalties.'' He noted. 

''I got one.'' Y/N admitted, raising her eyebrow in light annoyance. 

The two men's heads shot up at that. ''Really? Track limits or what?'' Charles asked. 

The young woman nodded. ''Yeah, Mr. Norris ratted me out.'' There was a sarcastic tone to her voice, indicating she was joking and wasn't actually upset with her British friend. 

''Lando? That's funny.'' Charles had always been a fan of Y/N and Lando's friendship, their banter having made many great moments on the paddock and online. 

Max pointed at her. ''You should get revenge.'' He grinned, knowing she most likely already had something in mind. 

He realised he was right once he saw the mischievous smirk on her face. ''You know I will.'' She folded her hands together as if she was a villain in a superhero movie planning a grand scheme. 

''I'm scared for him.'' Charles said, relieved he wasn't a victim of her humorous retaliation. 

''You should be, Charlie.'' 

''YOU TOLD EVERYONE I PEED MYSELF SO HARD DURING THE RACE THAT THERE WAS A HOLE IN MY SUIT?!'' Lando stormed into her motorhome, his eyes widened in disbelief. 

Y/N had a devilish smirk on her face as the McLaren driver walked in, having expected him to waltz in. ''Snitches get stitches.'' 

''Oh, come on! You would have done the same thing!'' He defended his actions. 

''You,'' she pointed at him, ''think I,'' she pointed at herself, ''would have reported on you every time you went over the track limits? I would never, Lando.'' The way in which she was speaking sounded like that is exactly what she would do. 

''And by the way, no one would believe a thing like peeing so hard that there are holes in your clothes- people aren't that gullible.'' She said, brushing the entire thing off. 

Lando rolled his eyes. ''People are believing it! 'Lando peeing' is trending on Twitter already.'' 

Y/N snorted at his words, immediately covering her face as she loudly laughed in his face. ''L-Lan… pee- peeing…'' She couldn't get any words out, finding the situation too funny. 

''Stop laughing, it's not funny!'' Despite his words, Lando had started grinning himself- the sight of his best friend completely losing it being too much for her 'I have to remain serious'-facade. 

''I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think people would take it seriously.'' Y/N was still cackling while delivering her ''apology''. 

The Brit sighed. ''This is gonna haunt me for a while, isn't it?'' 

''I'm afraid so, Rumple.'' 

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[hihimissamericanbi]

what’s the best smut you’ve ever read?

I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED. I WAS MADE FOR THIS MOMENT.

Non non you know I can't pick just one/rank my beloveds like that. So I'll throw a few atcha that always come up for me, again and again. If you hang out with me a lot, they probably won't surprise you.

And to any creators I tag who have seen me rec these things over and over again. Hi let's get married.

Mmmmwah! Enjoy! <3

Quebecois by @we-are-swearwolves

Sirius/Logan (Sweater Weather by @lumosinlove), Sirius/Remus

34K words

The first two chapters are the bulk of the smut. Canon ships with consensual/ethical friends fucking, everyone loves each other, porn with GIANT feelings, heeling through sex, exhibitionism.

Scorch by @theresthesnitch

James/Lily/Other

11K words

Devil's threesome. So much consent and enthusiasm and dirty talk. Yes I know I LITERALLY just referenced this fic but I am never getting off Snitch's dick okay don't come for me. Or do heh.

collarbones like a bow, skin an arrow to the heart by @lqtraintracks

NB Gin/Pansy

4K words

"Are you packing, daddy?"

For Queen And Country by Quietlemonhush

Sirius/Remus, James/Regulus

***A/B/O***

6K words

This whole series is one of my all-time faves. Fucking hilarious and hot. There are podfics available too.

i've got diamonds in my eyes (for you) by @crushofdoves

Sirius/Remus

6K words

ALL THE FEELINGS trans joy hot hot hot they are in LOVE. Sirius is Gender. Remus is Besotted.

Keep Your Hands on Me by @tenthousandyearsx

Draco/Harry

21K words

This author and I currently have an adorable meet-cute miscommunication thing going on (hiii <3) so it's extra spicy for that reason alone. Read the tags. You'll know why I recc it :D.

Last but not least:

My own shit!!! :D If I am truly asked to pick my favorite smut ever, I'm going to pick my own stuff. It doesn't get more tailored to one's tastes than that! Don't hate the player hate the game idk.

Many many blessings to you, Non Non, for asking such an important question, for all of humanity, really. We are all indebted to you.

[httpiastri]

more than enough – jmm21

you hate your birthday, but pepe is determined to change your mind.

genre: fluff/a little angsty/comfort

pairing: reader x college!pepe marti, ft christian mansell and sebastian montoya

warnings: uhhh anxiety and such ?? idk

word count: 2.6k

author's note: just like last year, this is merely a very self-indulgent birthday gift to myself (and a bit of a late birthday gift for a friend on here who confided in me about not liking their birthday either), so sorry if you don't relate but i needed to write this for myself despite how painful it was. not happy with how it turned out but, i had to get it out of my system. <3 (also not proofread because i will freak out likely aaaaa)

this is mostly a standalone fic but ig it kinda works as college!pepe so i put that there. i got this idea at my mom's birthday back in march but never actually wrote it until this last week... also loosely based on a tiktok that really spoke to me.

also! this doesn't really work with the headcanon of pepe, seb and chris all sharing an apartment, but i wanted it this way. i also wasn't comfortable including gaby or hermes, so i used the names nora and emma for seb's and chris's respective gfs. :)

"why didn't you tell me your birthday is next week?"

the question is innocent enough, only borderline accusing, but something tightens in your stomach nonetheless. you don't look up from the pot in your hand, however, instead continuing to scrub it with your dishbrush like it's no big deal. "who told you that?"

pepe chuckles as he makes his way over to your side, leaning against the counter as he looks at you. "emma," he tells you, crossing his arms over his chest. "going to answer my question now?"

"i must've forgotten to tell you."

"oh, come on..." your boyfriend shakes his head. "is there a reason i wasn't allowed to know? did i do something? do you not trust me? am i-"

"pepe," you say, his name followed by a sigh as you look over to him in hopes of stopping his rambling. "it's nothing personal."

"what is it, then?" he presses, eyes following your hands as they begin to rinse the pot he'd cooked your pasta in just a couple hours ago. "why don't you want to tell me?"

you take a deep breath, shrugging your shoulders before turning off the tap. "i just... i'm not a big fan of my birthday."

the biggest understatement of the year.

you hate your birthday.

for a number of reasons, really. some to do with your family and childhood; many to do with your own inner thoughts and feelings.

you hate how it reminds you of every bad birthday you had as a kid. you hate how it makes you hopeful that people will remember and congratulate you, because you hate how painful it is when they don't. you hate how you always get reminded of how little people seem to care, and how they always prioritize themselves even on what's supposed to be your day.

it's too much of a mess to explain to him right now – maybe, hopefully, one day you'll have the energy and courage to go through it all.

you hadn't forgotten to tell pepe; you had just been silently hoping he wouldn't address it, and that everyone else would forget, too. but apparently, you have a snitch in your friend group. "what do you mean?" pepe asks.

"i'd much rather not celebrate it." you place the pot on the drying rack, wiping your hands on your towel hanging by the stove before turning to him. "a lot of stuff regarding my birthday just makes me really upset. if i could, i'd just... make it disappear, honestly."

your eyes flicker to the floor, fingers nervously fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt. he can tell you don't want to get into it, and he won't push you. instead, he opens his arms wide, taking a step forward. you accept the offer instantly, arms wrapping around his waist as he pulls you close.

the air in your little dorm room isn't as thick as you had expected it to be when telling him all of this – but at the same time, you aren't surprised. pepe has always had a way of grounding you, making everything seem a bit easier. "i can't make it completely disappear, i think," he says, placing his chin on top of your head. "but i can pretend for you."

you hum contently, letting your eyes close for a few moments. "that would be great."

he remains quiet for a couple of seconds, but then he can't stop himself from talking again. "do you really not want anything? no party? you threw me that party for my birthday, i'd feel guilty not doing anything back."

"i did it because you had a fun time and you like those things, and because i enjoyed planning it. but i was really hoping i could skip all that," you answer, pulling away ever so slightly to look up at him with a sheepish expression. "i would honestly rather have dinner with you, emma, nora, sebas, chris... maybe get some takeout from that new indian place down the road?"

to pepe's ears, you sound more than just a tiny bit crazy – but your being so different from him is one of the things that attracted him in the first place. he nods, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. "whatever you say, love."

"where did your girl go?" emma asks the second pepe slumps into a free seat by the cafeteria table.

your boyfriend shoots a glance over his shoulder back to the serving line before setting his plate down. "they were out of rice so she's just waiting for a new batch," he says with a shrug.

"okay then, let's be quick before she gets here," emma speaks up again. "what are we doing for her birthday? it's just a few days away, but i think we can pull something off."

"me and seb were talking about throwing her a surprise party," nora says, looking over at sebastian who's nodding excitedly.

pepe, however, lets out a dismissive sound and swats the air with his hand. "no, forget about that," he says, stuffing a spoonful of pasta into his mouth. "she doesn't want any of that."

nora snorts. "what? of course she does."

"you know, pepe," emma counters, eyebrows raised at the spaniard. "every girl will tell you that she doesn't want a surprise party. don't bother, i don't care, you don't have to do all that for me! but in reality, we're all secretly craving it."

pepe considers her words for a few moments; maybe there is some truth in them after all. maybe all you did was try to act modest, to put the idea in his head so he would make the right choice.

but you weren't the one to bring up the subject – he was. he remembers clearly how you were doing your very best to avoid talking about your birthday at all, and the memory of how tough of a subject it seemed like to you is still etched into his mind. he thinks you were so brave to confide in him like that, and so he needs to stand up for you. he can't dishonor your trust.

"trust me, guys. she really doesn't want it." he ignores the groans of the people around him, taking a few sips of his water before continuing. "can't we all just grab some dinner on saturday instead? maybe that new indian place?"

"works for me," christian joins in. "how about presents, then?"

"right, are we all buying something together, or separate gifts?" emma fills in.

pepe shakes his head yet again. "i don't think she wants that, either." his words are followed by a long silence, which makes him unable to hold back a chuckle. "just paying for the food should be enough."

nora sighs dramatically, the palms of her hands pressing into the sides of her face. "and i'm supposed to just trust you, huh?" she asks and pepe merely shrugs, focusing back on his food. "hope you're not messing with us here, marti."

"i have no idea what he said, but he usually is," your voice spreads through the group as you finally take a seat at the table. "fill me in and i'll help you decide if he's just being annoying."

"i was just telling them about what mr. peterson said yesterday," pepe says quickly. "about what he'll do to everyone who fails the exam."

you throw your head back laughing, nodding instantly. "oh my god, that was hilarious. so, it started with someone on the front row asking about..."

pepe loves birthdays. his own, too, but mostly he finds himself looking forward to his friends' birthdays and longing to celebrate the important people in his life. he loves picking out gifts, planning celebrations, and making sure everything is perfect. it just comes naturally for him to be caring and detailed in that way.

but while pepe eagerly awaits your birthday, you couldn't even come close to feeling the same way.

most years, you spend the weeks leading up to your birthday dreading it, and the day of your birthday crying, because your birthday reminds you of everything you try to forget year-round.

pepe wants to make the day perfect for you, but he also obviously doesn't want to do too much. it's a hard task, but he's set on making it work – and the first step is getting a cake.

his first thought was to get you something huge, something to properly convey what he thinks you deserve and how much he loves you. though, it didn't take long for him to realize that something like that would be way too much for you. instead, he settled on a more basic yellow cake with some kind of white coating that the lady in the bakery recommended to him, and dropped by the grocery store near campus to buy sprinkles and a bunch of candles.

the end product is a little messy, but created with so much love, and pepe knows you're going to adore it. what he doesn't know is how he managed to keep you away from his refrigerator and the surprise hiding in it all night yesterday, but it doesn't matter – all that matters is that you're currently still sleeping soundlessly in his bed, with no clue of what's going on over in the kitchen.

pepe's hands are trembling slightly as he lights up the candles; he is a little nervous, he will admit, but he's also excited at the same time. he can't wait to see the look of surprise on your face, so he hurries up and places the cake on a tray along with two cups of coffee.

he silently curses at the way his bedroom door creaks when he pushes it open with his foot, but thankfully you don't move a single muscle. he carefully scoots over to the side of the bed, sitting down next to you and balancing the tray in his lap. he reaches over with one hand to your cheek, thumb tracing along your skin, fingers settling under your jaw. "mi amor," he whispers, a soft hum leaving his lips as he watches your eyelids slowly flutter open. "happy birthday."

it takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the sunshine lighting up the room, but when they do, they can't help but focus on him. the goofy grin on his lips, the messy hair, the-

the cake on his lap.

you push yourself up to sit in bed, rubbing some sleep out of your eyes. you're mistaken, surely? you're still half-asleep, you must've imagined it...

but no amount of blinking makes the cake disappear. the little flames of the candles swaying in the air, the single drop of stearic rolling down the side of a candle, the rainbow sprinkles sticking to the top and sides of the cake – it's all very real.

pepe was so sure this was the right way to go. but seeing the tears begin to seep out of the corners of his eyes makes him horrified. he messed up.

he knew the sprinkles would be too much. and that amount of candles, what was he thinking? he definitely went overboard.

"oh my god," he says, instantly placing the tray on the bedside table before scooting closer to you. "i'm so so so sorry, i thought you would like it... i don't know what i was thinking. here, let me-"

you shake your head as he begins brushing away your tears with his thumbs, and to his big surprise, you chuckle. "don't be sorry," you say, letting out another laugh when you see the confused expression on his face. "i do like it. a lot." you reach up to take his hands in yours, bringing them down to the bed and intertwining your fingers. "it's just... very emotional, for me. as you can see."

he also chuckles now, and he thinks he understands – even though seeing your happy tears is more painful than he'd expected. "okay," he says with a nod. "so..." his eyes flicker back to the cake.

"yes, please. i mean, what could be better than a sugar rush first thing in the morning?"

pepe would've been so happy to shower you with presents to express how much he loves you; it would've made him so proud to invite all your friends to a big celebration, to show you how much you mean to all of them, to change your idea of a birthday. but this – sitting together in bed, eating straight from the cake (no plates needed), pressing sugary kisses to each other's cheeks – is another form of perfect.

he just hopes you think it's perfect, too.

hearing you tell the stories of how you needed to bake the cake for yourself if you wanted one as a child, how you always made sure to buy yourself a gift because the risk that no one else would get you one was too high, and how you always needed to plan out your own parties breaks his heart – but hearing you open up like that also means the world to him. he understands that it's all buried so deep inside of you, but there's nothing he wants more than to help you heal and to prove that you can have much better and bigger birthdays than that.

but for now, a little cake in bed and a ton of kisses will have to do.

baby steps.

"chris, will you pass me the chicken korma?"

he leans over the crowded couch table and holds out the takeaway box to nora, who takes it into her hands and thanks him. "that one is really good," you tell her through your mouthful of bread, nodding to your friend.

"what's the verdict, then?" sebastian asks from his seat over on the couch. "i need a rating from the birthday girl, one to ten."

"food? ten," you say, taking a sip of your soda. "company? ten."

birthday? eleven.

the whole day has been much better than you'd expected; from your wake-up this morning, to the lunch date you shared with pepe over in town after a cute walk along the river, to having your closest friends all gathered in your living room for you. you don't even mind the way your buttcheeks are already starting to hurt after sitting on the floor for too long – you knew you should've invested in more seating for moments like these – because all of this is worth it.

"agreed," pepe chimes in from next to you. "especially about the food."

"speaking of which," says emma. "was there any bread left?"

you're quick to jump to your feet, already turning towards the kitchen. "garlic or plain?"

"ooh, garlic! thank you!"

pepe hurries off the floor right after you, making up some excuse about getting a new spoon for one of the sauces, but no one even bats an eye. you hear him enter through the door, and you smile instinctively. "how are you feeling?" he asks when he reaches your side, hand finding the small of your back as you rummage through the takeaway bag. "is this all enough?"

"it's more than enough. so much more." after pulling out the garlic naan from the bag, you reach up to the side of his face with your free hand, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. "best birthday ever."

you seal your words with a feather-light kiss to his lips, and he's still smiling when you pull away. "you promise?" he asks, eyes searching through yours for any slightest hint of insincerity or uncertainty.

"i promise." another kiss, followed by a gentle hum, and he visibly relaxes. "thank you."

"no, thank you." for opening up, for letting him do all this for you. for existing. "only happy birthdays from now on, okay? i will make sure of it."

"it could never be anything other than a happy birthday with you around."

[lilirari]

🏍️ everyone's favourite biker couple is out on a nye bike date

💌 biker! oscar piastri x biker! fem! reader (social media au)

💭 author's note : this is very short but i've been having oscar brainrot again (don't i always ?) and idk how but i'm always on the biker side of instagram these days so i just decided to put these two together and feed my own delusions hehe. anyways this is my last smau for this year ! thank you all for making 2023 fun and memorable <3 see you next year ;)

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🎶 slow down : chase atlantic

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yourinstagram i ❤️ bikers (oscar)

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yourinstagram we don't slow down though we like the fast life 😋

-> oscarpiastri we are speed

-> liamlawson30 the lightning mcqueen dialogue summoned me

yourinstagram also LS2 helmets in the last slide for logansargeant 🤭

-> logansargeant glad to know that y'all still remember me 😐

oscarpiastri my pretty girl

oscarpiastri step on me

-> yourinstagram what

-> oscarpiastri what

-> user81 LMAO HE'S WILDINNNN

oscarpiastri mine mine mine

oscarpiastri god you look so fine in that first picture

oscarpiastri did you have to include that picture of me swinging though 😞

-> yourinstagram ofc ! you look so cute 🥹

-> yourinstagram (he fell down right after this picture was taken btw)

-> oscarpiastri hey now you don't have to mention that

-> user44 NOT Y/N SNITCHING ON HIM LMAO

yourbestie GIRL YOU LOOK SO FINEEEE SO SLAYFUL

yourbestie ABSOLUTELY ATE !!!!

-> yourinstagram I LOVE YOUUUUU my hype girl 🫶

yourbestie THAT'S MY GF Y'ALL

-> oscarpiastri that's MY gf 🤨

-> yourinstagram chill guys there's enough y/n for everyone

-> oscarpiastri yeah well i don't share though 💁🏻‍♂️

-> yourinstagram why did i find that extremely hot

-> oscarpiastri you're extremely hot

-> yourbestie oh no nvm guys please don't start making out in the comments

logansargeant not giving this post a like because i'm a hater !!!!

-> yourinstagram is it bc we didn't invite you

-> logansargeant what else do you think it is 😒

-> yourinstagram logan pookie we're sorry 😭 but it was just meant to be an us thing today

-> yourinstagram we even wore the helmets with your initials man

-> yourinstagram we'll call you on our next ride, aight ?

-> logansargeant fine 😐

user16 ughhh y/n's an absolute goddess

user55 THAT OUTFIT THOUGH ??? SLAY QUEEN

user02 the LS2 helmets are so cute :(

user20 OMG SLOW DOWN AS THE SONG ARGGHHH

user22 YNOSCAR ARE SO CHASE ATLANTIC CODED 😩😩

user23 OSCAR LOOKS SO HOT IN THAT FOURTH SLIDE WHAT

user63 SHE SAID FVCK ME LIKE I'M FAMOUS I SAID OKAY 🗣️🗣️🗣️

user24 Y/N ARE YOU A CHASE ATLANTIC FAN

-> yourinstagram YEAHHHHH OFC BRO CHASE ATLANTIC >>>>>>

-> user27 i think i've fallen in love with y/n all over again

-> oscarpiastri user27 same

user04 why's oscar kinda fine..

-> user01 WDYM KINDA HE'S ALWAYS BEEN FINE

-> yourinstagram facts user01 !!!

user03 GOD WHEN IS MY TURN GOING TO COME

user10 MY FAVOURITE BIKER COUPLE 🫶

user11 icb the two hottest people on the planet are dating it all feels surreal

user14 WHERE'S MY BIKER BF 😭😠

user18 i love you both so much 🥹

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oscarpiastri nye with my baby 🖤

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yourinstagram thank you for making my 2023 worthwhile, oz 🫶

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yourinstagram can't wait to spend another whole year with you <3

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yourinstagram i love you, my favourite boy🤍

-> oscarpiastri i love you, my favourite girl 🖤

logansargeant 🤢🤢👎🏻👎🏻

-> yourinstagram this is the reason why you're still single and why you didn't have anyone to kiss you on nye you HATER

-> user77 HELP Y/N THAT'S SO FOUL

-> logansargeant you didn't have to call me out like this 😧

landonorris that guy on the second slide looks kinda cute

-> oscarpiastri he's taken

-> landonorris aww that's too bad 😞 does his girlfriend want to share him with me ?

-> yourinstagram no his gf does not share 🤍

landonorris questionable hand placement on that third slide though 🤨

-> logansargeant no seriously why is she grabbing him like that 😧

-> yourinstagram it's comfortable 🤭

-> oscarpiastri your single arses won't know how it feels like to be touched by a woman

-> landonorris ok foul 💀

-> logansargeant you guys are such haters #ynoscarsinglephobic

-> user30 SINGLEPHOBIC PLEASE IM CRYING

-> user05 nah fr they're giving us singles too much pain it's time to cancel ynoscar

user08 I WANT WHAT THEY HAVEEEE 😭😭

user14 again... WHERE THE FRICK IS MY BIKER BF HUHHH

user06 God i see what you've done for others

user47 THE HAND PLACEMENT ON THE THIRD SLIDE GAWDDAMN

user66 i so badly want to be y/n in the third slide

user58 ynoscar do you want a dog i can bark

user49 i feel faint after seeing these pictures

user07 dayummm oscahhhhh

user56 that fourth picture 😩😩😩😩😩 (aggresive slamming on the desk)

user84 i too want to be carried around by oscar

user34 THE KING AND QUEEN OF BIKERTOK AND BIKESTAGRAM

user09 he's such a cutie patootie look at his bread cheeks in the 2nd slide ☹️

user21 the way they're looking into each other's eyes in the last slide 🥹🥹🥹

user95 ynoscar >>>>>>>> any other couple

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Cult!141 x Fem!Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT MDNI

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Dark Content, Manipulation, allusions to past abuse very brief not in depth, female reader, swearing, pregnancy, birth, poly relationships, smut, Cult AU, the use of lord in terms to worship, Price being referred to as Father

If you or a loved one is experiencing abuse, know that there is help, and please help anyone that you know to help them escape from that abuse.

⭐️Author's Note: The religion that the villagers follow is not defined, but it is NOT associated with Christianity, Judaism, Islam, or any other type of religion there is⭐️

CHAPTER 2: Meeting New People

"Well, well, well, who do you have there, Father Price?" The sound came from a man who had bright blue eyes and was sporting a mowhawk and a scottish accent. Price gesturing towards y/n, "This is y/n, and I expect every single one of you to welcome her with open arms, or else our lord will be upset." "Yes, Father Price." the crowd said in unison. "How can I help you? I'm Johnny, by the way. Sorry about my bad manners, and this is Kyle." Kyle was a beautiful man with chocolate glowy skin, his eyes a beautiful shade of brown. Before y/n could answer, Price intervened,"I would like to buy a meal for myself and for y/n and give her a warm drink too." Johnny looked at y/n, "what would you like to eat and drink?". "I'll have the stew and a herbal tea, please?" y/n stated looking at johnny. "Comming right up!" johnny exclaimed, walking to the kitchen with kyle following. You were looking around the tavern, and you noticed that the people were still staring at you, it made you uncomfortable, you were worried that one of them of snitch and give your location to your ex-boyfriend, oh how you hope not.

     Price who notices your jittery state, "My child, what seems to be the matter?" Startled, y/n looks at Price."It's nothing. I'm just being paranoid." Y/n stated, not wanting to worry, Father Price. "It's not nothing if you're shaking like a leaf. Are you feeling cold, my child?" Y/n was feeling cold but she wasn't jittery because of that she decided to tell Price the truth, "although I am feeling cold, it's actually because I'm scared, all of these people are looking at me and I'm afraid that one of them must of alerted my ex-boyfriend and that he'll drag me back to his house and there he would punish me for escaping, Father Price." Price frowns at that and he turns around and looks at the patrons in a way that it made them stop staring at y/n, he truns back around and faces y/n, he places his plam gently on her cheek. "My child it's completely normal to feel that way, but you're safe here no one knows about this place, no one is supposed to find it, but somehow you did and it was our great lord who sent you to me, and remember that offering you gave, he'll make sure that you remain safe here in this village. So please stay in this village don't leave." Price removes his hand from her face. Smiling y/n felt alot better maybe it was for the best that she gave her $100 as an offering, she did find a village that was very secluded maybe she was brought here for a reason.

     "Thank you, Father Price, for welcoming me to this village and paying for my meal, I'm eternally grateful." y/n stated greatfully. "You're welcome, my child." Price stated while he gently patted her head. She was greatful for everything Father Price has done for her, but one question remains how will I pay him back, maybe, I could pay him back by being generous to other people, but the local villagers seem skeptical about me, I mean I am an outsider to them, y/n deep in her thought didn't notice Kyle and Johnny walking out with Price's food and y/n food and drink. "Here you go, bonnie lass, one steaming plate of stew." Johnny places the bowl in front of her, "and here is your herbal tea." Kyle states, placing a tea cup on in front of her. Y/n smells the food and takes a bite of the stew and a sip of her tea "mmm this taste amazing thank you so much" y/n happily eating her stew and drinking her tea.

     John looks at Johnny and Kyle, "y/n remember that story I told you about, the one with my two friends who only had $50 combined to their names?" Y/n looks at Father Price, "yes I remember that story, Father Price." Price smiles at y/n, "great cause Johnny and Kyle are the two friends I talked about. Why don't you tell y/n the story, Kyle? Y/n I'll be right back. I have to get something I won't take long. Johnny, Kyle I trust you both to keep y/n safe" Johnny and Kyle looked at each other and then at John knowing full well that what John said about the $50 story is a lie. Kyle smiled, "Of course, Father Price, myself, and Johnny would keep her safe until you return." Kyle answered and then told the story of how both himself and johnny met Jonathan Price, "Johnny and I were the best of friends growing up, we had nothing to our name except for $50 when combined with the money I had and with what Johnny had. We were traveling for a while and we happened to stumbled across this village, and it was at the church on top of hill where we met Father Price, we prayed for good fortune and success and we were told to make an offering so we made our offering of $50 to our lord, we became devoted follwers and after a couple of months we oppend our very own tavern." Y/n looked amazed and hopeful after hearing the story. "We heard you made an offering. How much did you put?" Kyle asked. Y/n looked at Kyle, "Oh, I put $100 in the offering bowl."

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Can I request the Curtis brothers with a sister who likes to wear stuff not suitable for the 60s like stuff thats revealing and darry has to dress code her all the time and her packing clothes in her bag and changing at school and pony snitching

Summary: The Curtis brothers with a sister who likes to wear revealing clothes Warnings: none Author's Note: none PONYBOY CURTIS He genuinely doesn't care how you dress, as long as its not skirts and tops the size of a belt. If he does see you wearing that he's gonna be sooo upset, like tapping his foot, red in the face cartoon upset. He feels entitled to bossing you around. Ponyboy is literally a little snitch. LET ME TELL YOU. If Darry dress codes you and he sees you wearing that outfit out without Darry knowing, TRUST Darry will be knowing. He's an annoying little brother who will just blurt out things when he wants to. Going up to you at school saying "Darry wouldn't like you wearing that,". You'd always roll your eyes but you know Darry would give you another lecture when you'd get home because Pony ratted you out.

He isn't actually upset about the fact that you wear revealing stuff, he's just a little worried. The socs arent kind to people who dress differently and especially a greaser. He's trying to look out for you, but in the most annoying way possible. SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop doesn't mind you wearing what you want, he figures as long as you're happy that's ok. He'll warn you that Darry won't take too kindly to your outfit when you're getting ready in the morning but won't do anything about it. Sometimes he catches some dumb socs harrassing you and he makes sure that they never mess with you again, walking you home with his DX button-up over your shoulders.

You two don't really interact much about your clothes but he tries to bond over pointing out things and catalouges or shops that you might like. He'll always stick up for you, even if he doesn't agree with your outfit. He will NEVER let a soc pick on you or talk trash about you. He's always on your side. DARRY CURTIS

Darry is pretty conservative, in the sense that he's not super happy that his family is a greaser family and that he wished he could give you all a more luxurious life and keep you away from all the alchohol and fighting, and he tries to get his siblings to reflect that. He never wants to dress code you, he likes that you're comfortable wearing whatever the hell you want and he likes that you're happy. But in his mind he's trying his best to look out for you. He tries to buy you clothes that are a bit more modest, something that you could still like but also won't get you in trouble. He's genuinely so happy when he sees you wear them. He's not used to raising a girl, he's never been one, so he doesn't understand how to do a lot pertaining to you. But he's always trying his best and if you let him know that you see that he'll be forever grateful.

[trippingontheescalator]

Curious about the direction the HP fandom has gone

Okay, so as an old HP fan from way back when the books were first coming out, and then getting hit with the nostalgia and decided to return after years and years of not interacting with the fandom at all, the changes are truly mindboggling and I'd love to get to the bottom of some things.

Like, the disappearance of Blaise Zabini. Blaise was a fan favorite way back when we only knew his name but now I barely hear a whisper of his name. Now, the obvious answer is racism, which I think is the #1 reason why Blaise-pairings have dropped of significantly. Back then we all thought Blaise was a hot Italian girl, and then we found out he's a black man and suddenly people stop writing about him? Hm, yeah, seems the obvious answer (especially considering the popularity of other characters who are just a name on a page *cough*regulusblack*cough*).

Or the rise in Snape-hate. Like, Snape used to be the fan favorite. Everyone loved Snape. The meaner he was, the more we liked him. Being mean to children was a plus, not a negative lol. And this was back when we all thought he was a pureblood who came from a wealthy family like the Malfoys. Now by the time the 7th book came out I had pretty much moved on and so I didn't really see the fallout of readers discovering his actual background, so I don't know if his drop in popularity is classism and learning that he isn't a palette-swapped Lucius Malfoy or not, but honestly I would figure his impoverished background would be a plus in these times. Like Snape is obviously one of JKR's least favorite characters, and considering how she-who-must-not-be-named has destroyed her reputation with her increasing radicalization you'd figure the poor, abused, author-hating character would become more beloved instead of the rich, white, heteronormative bullies who barely even show up in the books. Like with our increasing knowledge of social injustice, I just don't understand why the fandom would want to latch onto the Marauders? And I just can't believe Snape's handful of snippets with Lily is the cause of his downfall (like what's there is barely enough to fill up a few pages, and there are certainly more toxic relationships in the series that are still beloved), or the fact that he was a Death Eater or that he inadvertently caused the deaths of the Potters (we already knew that in GoF and HPB respectively and he was still beloved, and this was when we assumed he didn't give a shit about the Potters or if they died when he went snitching). Draco is still popular. DRACO who doesn't give two shits about slinging around the word "mudblood," as opposed to Snape who actually changed for the better.

Am I just too old to understand? Is this like 90s fashion coming back in style (no, I won't do it again, I don't care if it's cringy I'm sticking with my millennial styles, I did the platforms and the slip dresses and the cargo pants in high school and I'm not putting myself through that again lol you gen z's can pry my comfortable mom jeans from my cold, dead fingers, I don't care if it makes me look old, that's the point, I AM old). Like, in addition to 90s fashion, has the 90s obsession with luxury athletic fashion like Lacoste come back in style? All those fashion ads of rich white people on yachts with popped collar polos? Are people starting to obsess over the Marauders because nouveau riche conspicuous consumption is coming back in style? It can't all just be young kids who have only read AtYD and have never actually opened one of the books, can it?

There also seems to be a trend of treating characters as if they're real people. I mean, we've always done it (Snape Wives, I'm looking at you), but now it almost feels as if the crimes characters commit are treated as if they're real crimes and that liking them is somehow a moral failing on the reader's fault. If you were to say "I don't like Snape, his douchy actions anger me, I'd rather skip all the parts he shows up in" I'd say, cool, I get that. That's normal. But "Snape is an abuser, a racist, and an incel and if you like him you're probably those things too" is fucking weird. Like, Harry and Hermione are not real children. Snape is not a real person. The things that happen in this book have as much influence on the real world as me imagining ninjas breaking into my workplace on a slow day. And that "media does not exist in a vacuum" pisses me off because it's blatantly misused. The pieces of media that have had serious consequences? Jaws, The Birth of a Nation. One resulted in the culling of sharks, the other helped restart the KKK. Do you know what those two pieces of media have in common? They're not about fucking wizards and magic schools. They instead paint a target on real groups. After twenty years nobody has ever tried to hurt a marginalized group of people because of a harry potter book (except for JKR herself).

Anyway, these are just some random thoughts, feel free to chime in with your own.