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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 341
Adjective: Dangerous
Noun: Finger
Definitions for those who need/want them:
Dangerous: able or likely to cause harm or injury; likely to cause problems or to have adverse consequences
Finger: each of the four slender jointed parts attached to either hand (or five, if the thumb is included); a part of a glove intended to cover a finger; a measure of liquor in a glass, based on the breadth of a finger; an object that has roughly the long, narrow shape of a finger
#im a bit late again#this time i have a more valid excuse than 'i was busy and i accidentay fell asleep'#i was ill with a migraine and/or food poisoning and/or something else all day (yesterday)#and im still dealing with trying to heal from all of that#so thats been fun#the highlight of my day tho was my girlfriend made me breakfast and it was delicious#(im mega sad it didnt stay in my stomach tho)#anyway this prompt may seem a little silly but i think i can find a way to make it terrifying#especially if i write my poem about a world that has magic in it#then the possibilities feel rather wide#so im excited to pin down what im going to write more so later#tw vomit#(its implied but still just to be safe)#thanks for reading#writing#writer#creative writing#writing prompt#writeblr#trying to be a writeblr at least
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Can I go?
(a 12 year old John and 22 year old Arthur short story)
Arthur goes hunting, John wants to go too
I realized a love writing this young John and young Arthur stories ^^ I've been having some rough days and this truly gaves me the serotonin im lacking lol
Again NO SHIP INTENDED please this is a kid and an adultđ i just love their brotherhood so much
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Hosea placed the book back in front of the boy after he had thrown it to the ground in frustration.
"I don't want to! I don't know how!" John turned his gaze away from the book, resting his head on the table.
"Son, this isnât like years ago. Nowadays, you can't go around not knowing how to read; it's necessary if you want to be somebody later on," Hosea explained patiently, though his voice carried a hint of annoyance.
"I don't want to be somebody! Don't you guys rob and kill? If I'd known this was a damn school, I would've run away from you two!"
"Then right now you'd be hanging by your neck like a Christmas ornament. Now sit your butt in that chair and read these letters!" Hosea quickly responded, managing to get a groan out of John as he reluctantly picked up the book. "Now, what does it say there?"
"...I don't know."
"Yes, you do, because you did it before. What letters are these?"
"...T...H...E?"
"Good, and what word does that make?"
"...The..."
"Exactly, John. See? You can do it. Now, the next letters."
"H...o...r...s...e," he pronounced the letters slowly.
"That's right, these letters make a longer word. What is it?"
"Uhm... House?"
A wheeze was heard behind them, and John quickly turned to see who it was. He frowned when he saw it was Arthur mocking him.
"The kid's dumber than a rock," Arthur said mockingly as he walked up behind them.
"I am not, you jerk!" John quickly slammed the book on the table, causing Hosea to let out an exasperated sighâhe had been so close.
"Arthur, don't make fun. You were as slow as a turtle when it came to reading a three-word sentence," the older man said, and Arthur made an annoyed face.
"HA!" John taunted, pointing at Arthur with his finger.
"Whatever," Arthur said, dismissing them as he started walking toward the horses. "I'm going hunting."
Something sparked in John's eyes as he quickly lifted his head when he heard the word "hunting." He watched Arthur leave.
"I'll read the sentence tomorrow!" he quickly told Hosea as he hopped down from his seat. "Not just the sentence, the whole page, please!" he begged to end todayâs âclass.â
Hosea sighed. "Alright, I reckonâ"
"Thanks!" John shouted as he ran toward the stables.
He arrived just in time as Arthur was leading Boadicea out, walking alongside her. When the blue-eyed man saw the boy standing there expectantly, he only gave him an annoyed look and ignored him, continuing to walk.
John thought Arthur would ask what he was doing, but receiving only silence, he ran to catch up and walked beside him.
"Can I go?" the boy asked.
"No," Arthur replied curtly.
"Please! I want to go, I want to see what hunting is like!"
"No," Arthur repeated as he mounted Boadicea. The act surprised John, and before the tall, ill-tempered man could even think of leaving, John stood in front of the horse, stretching both arms out to the sides to block the way. "What in the hell are you doing, Marston?!" Arthur shouted angrily.
"Take me hunting with you, dammit!"
Arthur tried to steer the stubborn horse around the boy, but wherever he directed her, John quickly stepped in front again.
"Damn it, let me go! We need to eat!"
"If I go, we can hunt more!"
"You wouldnât even hit a cow in a corral with a rifle. Now get out of here!"
"Arthur!" John cried out in desperation, making the mare nervous as she pinned her ears back. Arthur finally had enough of the brat.
"Damn it, John, get on!" John instantly lit up with excitement and let out a laugh.
He quickly ran to the side of the horse, and Arthur had lifted his foot from the stirrup for the boy to use it to climb up. John tried, but it was too high for him. He grunted and sighed in frustration, falling silent for a few seconds.
"Help me?"
"For heavenâs sake, come on!" Arthur grumbled as he reached down to pull John up. As soon as he was seated, Arthur took off at a trot, faster than John had expected.
"In the orphanage, there was a boy. I think his name was Bruce..." John started talking, and Arthur immediately let out an annoyed sigh, realizing the quiet ride he hoped for wasnât going to happen. "Or was it Matthew?... No, no... Bruce. Yeah, it was Bruce because Matthew never rode a horse."
"Just get on with the damn story," Arthur urged.
"Well, he once told me that his pa was a farmer, and he bred racehorses, like, horses specifically for racing. And I asked him which horse was the fastest, and he said it was the Arabians. Is this one?"
"No, Arabians are too expensive," Arthur replied curtly.
"Oh... so what breed is this?"
"Hungarian Half-bred," again, Arthur answered in a dry and rough tone.
"Oh... and itâs a girl, right?"
"You see any balls?"
Despite Arthur's sharp response, John laughed immaturely at the comment. "No." He stopped laughing and paused before continuing. "Bruce once told me that boy horsesâ"
"Stallions," Arthur interrupted, as if superior for knowing horse terminology.
"Yeah, them. Is it true that in the cold their balls shrink?" The boy laughed again after saying that.
"I donât know, John," Arthur replied. "Hey, what happened to that kidâs father?"
"Oh, he told me he found him dead. He got killed at the entrance of his ranch, by some men who, like, wanted to get revenge on him, I think."
"Jeez..." Arthur said, considering the possibility that the man might have been involved in something shady with the horse races. "And you? Why did you end up in an orphanage?" Arthur wasnât known for his tact, often considered "heartless" by others in the gang.
"Whatâs it to you?" John snapped back.
"Damn, if you wanted to talk so much, I was just trying to make conversation."
"I donât want to talk about it."
"Okay..." Arthur responded with neutrality.
When they reached the valley, they managed to hunt a deer. Arthur feared that bringing John along would scare off all the animals, but it seemed the boy knew when to keep his mouth shut when it mattered.
When they found the deer, John volunteered to carry it on his back, and even though it was clearly too heavy for him, he never gave up or told Arthur he couldnât do it. Arthur respected that.
Now they were back on the horse, heading back to camp.
"So..." John started another conversation, "Next time we go hunting, Iâll bring a rifle, andâ"
"That wonât happen. You donât know how to use a gun yet."
"Yes, I do!... Well, sort of."
"See? Iâm not risking getting shot by a kid."
"Then teach me!"
"No."
"Iâll tell Hosea to make you teach me."
"I still wonât do it."
"Arthuuuuur"
#arthur morgan#john marston#hosea matthews#rdr2#fanfic#rdr2 community#red dead redemption 2#red dead fandom#rdr fanfiction#red dead fanfiction#rdr2 fanfic
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Hi hi! When I found out this existed I half bout fell out my chair. I love all the writing you have and Iâm so excited for more. Youâre actually one of the people that inspired me to write on my own blog
I was wondering if you had any ideas about cg Copia? Maybe he wants to help out but heâs nervous at first and the ghouls are helping him but it turns out heâs an absolute natural at it?
Just a thought. Again super excited to read more of your work!
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first of all whaaa that makes me so happy i was one of the people who inspired you!!! second of all its really short and im sorry about it but i totally did not have any idea, i dont really write papas so my brain didn't want a cooperate. but also i have it written in my pinned that i dont really write papas for requests ahsfhagsf
He didnât take it the best, at first. He felt very much out of place. Not because he thought it was something bad or wrong, he just⊠he was just confused. His wires may have gotten a bit crossed and even though he was great with children, he wasnât doing the best with little ghouls. At first.
Being a natural that he was, he got past his initial surprise pretty quickly, and soon enough he was a professional caregiver, loved by the littles.
This time, he ended up with Dewdrop, a happy little creature, all warm and giggly that day. They went through a part of the morning together and Copia had to mentally hype himself up to be ready to face a lunchtime Dewdrop. He was cute, but he was a monster.
âCan we do it without both of us needing a shower this time?â he teased, booping the tip of the little ghoulâs nose and watching him go cross eyed. âHm, Mostriciattolo?â (Little monster.)
âYara!â Dewdrop cheered. At least his expression implied that, because Copia only knew a few words of ghoulish and this wasnât one of them.
âI just hope youâre not insulting me,â he chuckled and went on preparing some light lunch for the both of them. When theyâor rather Copiaâwas done, he sat Dewdrop on his lap and sighed, looking up at the ceiling and pitying it already. âBehave, please. Itâs just food. Food that you like, piccolo diavoletto.â (Little devil.)
The fire ghoul giggled and blew a raspberry before poking Copiaâs cheek, âYara.â
âYes, yes,â he nodded and got to feeding Dewdrop his lunch. A few hours later when he was napping, Swiss came over. Copia remembered the word the little ghoul kept repeating and decided to ask Swiss about it.
âWhatâs the word?â
âI think it was yaro? Or yara,â Copia told him and watched the multi ghoulâs grin grow in real time. âWhat? What does it mean?â
âLittle gremlin called you old, pops,â Swiss laughed.
Copia furrowed his brows, looking down at the ghoul in his arms in disbelief, and whisper-shouted, âYou menace! Youâre centuries older than me!â
âNot now,â Swiss chuckled and patted his shoulder. âNow he can call you old all he wants.â
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OSRR: 3103
i've basically forgotten what i did today. except i made a mess of my table twice and had to clear a space by swiping my arm across it and taking everything with it. that was honestly really funny.
i managed to clear some junk out of my backpack, and i got to organize my box a little better, and i even had some protein today. it was just a mess most of the day.
i did get to put some new pins on my backpack - i now have the human realm squad, king, and eda pins on my bag. i've got connected teatime huntlow pins and a jumbo flapjack, and now the rest are on and the pocket is all owl house. i like it. it's uneven, but if i can find a camila pin and a clover pin, i'll be all set.
after work i headed to the bank to pick up some cash for nancy - we split the first checks i was able to get, which was plenty anyway, so since the deposits were finalized today, i was able to grab that and also reload my starbucks card.
i went and worked with the kids, going over spelling with one, multiples of six and penmanship with the other, and then nutrition with their mom. lots to do, lots got done. i also made sure the baby stopped crying. he's a hefty chonker who can move. and by god does he have a set of lungs on him. sheesh. it's a wonder nancy has any brain cells ever with all the noise and chaos.
after that i went and got dinner with kristen at margaritas. she's been dealing with a lot and i'm always happy to both lend an ear and eat mexican food, so it was nice to spend time with her. we also got ice cream and we talked about random things. it was nice.
then i came back to joel's and sat down and started cutting out stickers because joel had to do something for work starting at 9pm? i was so confused. but i spent a while cutting and trimming and i discovered im damn good at making round things consistent, in that i cut four and they're within less than half of a millimeter in diameter from one another.
eventually i decided it was time for bed and i packed my stuff up, stickers to be applied and others to be trimmed at a later time, so i went to bed, but i had to fix the sheets first. i didn't want the fitted sheet to roll me up in my sleep. it's done that before.
but the good news is joel came upstairs not long after that. now he's curled the other way in bed and he's probably halfway asleep.
also in my writing i have discovered that my writing block happens because i'm trying to force an idea that doesn't want to be written. now that i'm following the scenes in my head, it flows much easier and it's so much better than it was before. i never could figure out what writers mean when they say they're not the ones writing the story, that they're not making up stories about characters, but that the characters write the stories themselves and that it's not a voluntary thing, almost. but i get it. holly and fuchsia have their own plan. i'm just a witness. and honestly it's cool. now that i'm kinda just following them, i'm definitely more inclined to follow their path for a little longer before saying goodbye, but only surgery will tell me if that's feasible.
which surgery is in eight sleeps. i'm so excited.
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Iâm so sorry if this is rude, but do you ever plan to update your queue post? I think some of the stuff on it might be stuff youâve posted, but Iâm not sure
ik u said to ignore this anon but ACTUALLY im gonna use this to my advantage. this isn't me like yelling at you lol just so you know. just to reiterate a couple things
the first is i am missing a couple asks on my queue post and i do essentially queue everything the minute i see i got an ask or i get an idea. normally i delete them off my queue or on my pinned post when i finish them (unless they were never on there which kinda happens a lot ((fics and ideas that just. hit me and dont let go)), but i do post a lot late at night and normally when that happens i update my queue and my masterlist the next day over cause i am too sleepy!!!!!
second is since im getting a lot more followers (like a lot more than i thought id get for such self indulgent pieces lol and even as a m! writer in general tbh) i want everyone to know what i said above!!!! BUT ALSO i dont rlly have a set schedule and i try and write when i can. i did JUST get a job so im still kinda learning to balance my writing and stuff like that since they haven't really given me a consistent schedule. so lowkey half the time i'll be like "new fic tomorrow". and then there is NOT a new fic that day. sometimes i just get rlly excited to post a fic and then i space out for a while, that happens a lot when youve got mad adhd and like sooo many things you can do and want to do!! that you just . do nothing.
i also tend to be overambitious (those who have read my fics since i first posted know lol and also my moots) so i'll like load up my queue with all these ideas and then a month later i'll delete some cause i like. totally forgot.
i also have had a couple of gripes with asks i get... which i hope i dont sound rude T_T. LIGHTNING ROUND THO!!!
i've had a couple of anons (before AND now) drop essentially the same ask (same anons), and i know i don't outright say which ask is which cause i try my best to give fics genuine titles, but just know i dont rlly delete asks !!!!!! unless they are against the rules
ON THAT NOTE!!! i urge everyone to pleaaaase read my rules waghhh!!!! i've gotten a lotta asks about a pregnant reader (specifically!!!!). i'm not here to yuck anyones yum at all but i myself am uncomfy with writing pregnancy (simply cause its a huge fear of mine lol). genuinely that is like the ONLY rule people gloss over (granted i need to update my rules uber soon). that doesn't mean i wont write stuff where reader and character adopt kids or whatever, just no pregnancy nothing like that
i've also had anons/people in my inbox ask "when will x fic come out" or ""check up"" on fics. please know that i am working on everything on my own time!!!! i try my very best to drop fics in order of my queue and i do prioritize requests!!!! but there are days where suddenly i am not feeling an ask or a fic i'm writing so to avoid burn out and fatigue and just overall producing a soulless piece i work on a different piece.
i'm also currently switching from headcanons & drabbles to mainly oneshots, cause i've just had a lot more fun writing bigger and proper pieces!!! that doesn't mean i won't write hcs/drabbles when i see fit ofc, but due to this lowkey like 80% of my asks went from "haha silly little drabble" to full on oneshots (and some even full on fics!). so my writing and ""production"" time has been significantly increased.
also another thing of note: over time i've kinda just slowed down if not halted completely on writing fics for fem readers... the Robin one will most likely be my last x Fem! reader simply cause it feels odd for me to write fem reader all of a sudden. mainly cause i am . a boy lol and i did start this account to write for male readers (cause especially after coming out several years ago it was just so hard to find x male readers yk??). I won't be deleting x fem reader requests cause lowkey they are all kinda bangersss so most of the time I will default to gn reader or switch to male reader as i see fit..
also lowkey circling back to the queue and masterlist in general, all my masterlists have a date at the very bottom for when i updated them o7
That was a LOT I AM SO SORRY.... but lowkey had to get a couple things out there T_T i think it's kinda cause i just switched up on mk and went into hsr so fast so my asks def have a different vibe in general lol...
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INTRO Post YEAHG (ppl wanted this). this is LONG but there's a shorter version now!! exciting.
g e n e r a l stuff ig
(i have never made one so idk what to put here (it's way longer than i thigght though. sorry) but if u have any questions u can ask me everything! fr)
the names that i primarily go by here r mito n tomas (bc theyre the ones in my bio thing) but I have like a lot of names (bascially every word I like. more or less) so I guess u can just call me whatever??
I love music and I listen to almost EVERYTHING so it's hard to pin down a few artists. the ones i think r most underrated are flower face and aliceband though (if u ask i WILL make u a playlist. if u send me more music i will be happy). Idk i play guitar and I want to play drums which is hard bc I dont have any. also want to learn piano like this year
other than that i write pretty much (sb beta my stuff pls) oh and I have synesthesia which is fun Uhhh i love (over)interpreting things so there's a lot of that here and I csnt spell!! but I think thats obvious.
Im queer like in general
Im posting abt a lot of stuff, main interests (rn) are: tma/tmagp, starkid/sap, and yellowjackets. and discworld. we <3 discworld (sb ask me what my fav book is)
asks/dms r always open!! I love talking.
NOTE i wont be there as much the next 5 weeks, i think but u can still talk to me (pls do) ill just answer like a bit later
beneath that thing r my tags n projects it's rather long though i think. n this is long enough alr
t a g s
mitos incredible life - basically all of my original posts. whys it called that and not smth like 'my posts'? i dont fucking remember and id rlly like to know that too but im not gonna change it now. anyways it's everything from poetry stuff to edits to complaining etc
mine art tag - stuff i make, mostly edits and sometimes writing
spine - writing stuff im basically just putting somewhere when im on tumblr anyways and dont want to open the notes app. those are real life first drafts and not good
there r more i think but ig youll get them
p r o j e c t s
basically if ive planned smth for more than 1 day it's a project to me. If youre reading this I probably got multiple going on rn
the ones that are finished always have a like wrap post thingy
tag: tomas pulls thru
then I have a current wip status post which you can find here. like bascially what's finished alr and what's not n other stuff. (probably gonna forget this exists though so. might not be accurate I just love unnecessary complicated things).
tag: current wip status (if u dont wanna click the link or smth idek)
andd the post where the finished project r listed is heree
tag: project overview
IDK WHAT ELSE TO PUT HERE it will probably be updated. very sure but not the next few weeks bc as ive said i will be gone.
#intro post#intro things#mitos incredible life#can you tell how much i love very long complicated unnecessary things#lol
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Pt 5
It took at least a week for her arm to regenerate up to the elbow, getting restless and bothering the nursing staff they ended up getting assigned another, simpler, mission. Just monitoring a town near the infection zone. Buri, Buri was a forested town with huge redwoods all around, known for the numerous mythics living around. It wasnt a dangerous area other than that fact. Dendro was excited to go there but Joey was refusing to leave his pocket, he didnt even know why at this point. Just looking around town, finding a trinket shop. He chuckled a bit as he looked over each of the little figurines, some of them purposfully had jokes like "centaurs crossing" or "my other girlfriend is a dragon" while others had something written on them, he didnt recognize the language though. Deciding to buy the sculpture of a tree with little homes built around it, hanging pods and decoration in the leaves.
"how much is this" he showed the clerk
"12 Shells"
He grimaced a little, it was more than he wanted for a 3 inch sculpture but it was detailed, so he hesitantly paid for it and left, peeking at his chest pocket "you wanna come out yet?" No response "ok... Guess now" he let a little growl escape, looking for the hotel they'd bought him, starting to notice more of that writing, growing more curious. He eventually got to the hotel, headed up to the room, perking up as he put his bags down. Going out on the balcony to enjoy the view. He almost didnt even notice the little "inside" from his pocket.
"oh... yah sure um" he opened the door for her, barely catching a glimpse of her as she darted inside. Furrowing his brows a little he went back to watching the sunset, her modd starting to bother him, near death didnt even get her like this, what could possibly cause this. He eventually headed back in, spotting the lump under the blanket he sat next to it, gently rubbing it with his finger "do..... you wanna talk about it?"
She pushed on his finger, peeking out, shooting an angry glare at him "why would i even do that? You're having fun" she scoffed a little, glancing off to the side
That just upset him "fine, you can either tell me or i'll go out and keep having fun" he waited to see if she'd react, starring at the door until he felt a gentle pressure against his thigh, seeing the little pixie burrying her face in him. She mumbled something but he couldnt hear it "what"
She peeked up at him ".... I dont wanna be here"
He sighed, putting his hand up against her, feeling her relax a bit "why"
She seemed to have to debate on what to say for a second before responding "i.... i grew up here"
He perked up "oh really? Maybe you can tell me about the writing then" he flinched, feeling a pinch when she squeezed her fist against him
"i dont wanna talk about that ok?"
He really did wanna know but.... she seemed upset "ok... how about this, you can keep our room safe and i'll take care of the job?"
She pinned her ears back, snuggling up to him "no... i'll just ..... I wanna work too"
He hesitated before softly agreeing, waiting for her to pull away first "feeling a little better?"
She nodded, sitting down next to him "just stay away from the forest, it isnt worth it ok?" She huffed. Flinching when he laid back, the flop sending her up in the air for a second "hey!"
He purred "what? Im tired, i did all the walking today" he flicked his tail "maybe you should've done some so you can sleep soundly like meeeee" he watched as she climbed on his face, sitting on his nose "nuh uh! Im keeping watch" he rolled his eyes, settling in to sleep for the night.
When he did wake up she was gone, he figured she'd come back eventually but that wasnt his problem right now. Going out to shop some more. He'd found a farmer's market, going to pick out veggies for later, that's when he noticed, other pixies, they were still staying hidden from larger folk (espeacially him) but there was a lot. Silently he started counting them, the movement out of the corner of his eye starting to get to him, making him anxious. He had to hurry back to the room, not sure if he was hungry or gonna throw up he rushed to the bathroom, dropping the groceries as he did. Running cold water over his head. One pixie was nothing, but this many was definatly setting him off. He hadnt even noticed Joey was back. All she'd seen was a glimpse of him. She wanted to approach but the instictive part of her made her keep her distance, actually backing away a little. Her hearts were racing, like when she'd first seen him. It wasnt like either of them meant this but.... She went to hide under the bed in the hopes he wouldnt find her.
When he did come out he caught her scent, holding back a growl "Joey?" She didnt respond. He started to get anxious, searching the room "hey, Joey ... Where'd you go? O-or dont tell me just" he whimpered "Dont leave me alone?" He sat down on the ground, curling his tail around himself. Why would she hide from him. He didnt know what else to do, hurrying out. Disobeying the one thing she asked of him, and headed into the woods. Deciding to hide stay for the rest of the day, listening to the weird clicking birds in the trees.
#giant/tiny#size difference#oc#my ocs#gianttiny#gt writing#writing a story#a fly and a guy#oc story#oc's#ocs#writing#gt story#Writing a story
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jealous - rafe cameron
a/n: hi! im kinda a mess right now and this story is a little all over the place so im sorry if you hate it lol but i really wanted to write something based on what i think Rafe would really be like as a bf so here it is! (not my pic)
Summary: Your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, takes you to a party.
Warnings: swearing, drug use (cocaine), alcohol consumption, mentions of sex
Word Count: 2k
my writing
You can hear the music coming from the house before you see it. It's Friday night on Figure Eight, and you already know what that means. Accompanying your boyfriend to yet another party. You and Rafe have been together for almost a year, and some days, you really think you could rip his head off.
You hadn't even wanted to come tonight. When you voiced that to Rafe, however, he told you with a shrug of his shoulders that he'd just find someone else to dance with. Of course, it started a fight, and now, you're sitting in the back of Topper's Jeep beside Rafe, watching as he stares at his phone.
He isn't talking to you or looking at you, but apparently it's enough for him that he just knows exactly where you are and what you're doing. It's not enough for you, though. You reach over and grab his hand from his phone, looping yours through it. Rafe hesitates at first, wanting his hand back so he can continue what he had been doing. When he sees your expression, his eyes soften just a bit and he relaxes into his seat and your touch.
Topper parks the car and tells all of you to hop out, which you do with the help of Rafe. You appreciate that he doesn't let go of your hand, even though you know it's only because you all are approaching the party and he wants every single person to know that you are with him.
Rafe leans over and kisses your temple quickly, then brings his lips down to your ear.
"Stay close, yeah?" he whispers, his hand gripping yours even tighter.
You know the drill by now. Of course you're going to stay close, because Rafe never lets you get more than five feet away from him at these things. You envy the way Topper treats Sarah sometimes, even though you really think Topper's a tool and would never date him.
Once you all enter the house, Rafe moves his hand from yours to around your waist, leading you through the party and glaring at any guy that even looks over at you. You all make your way into the living room area and find seats on the couch, Rafe immediately pulling you down dangerously close to him.
"Yo, who got this shit?" Rafe points to the cocaine on the table in front of him, the rolled up dollar bill tempting him.
"Bought it from Barry this morning, bro," Kelce speaks up, grinning. Kelce is always trying to please Rafe.
"Always reading my mind, brother," Rafe smirks, and leads forward to take a line without hesitation.
When he comes back up from his line, he grins and daps up Kelce, telling him it's good shit. Then, without you even moving, he leans over and kisses you roughly. His tongue enters your mouth quickly, which you accept and grab onto his neck. He moans into your mouth and then pulls away, immediately going back to the coke.
You sigh and sit back, pulling your phone out. You know Rafe will be high as a kite when you two leave tonight, which only makes you hopeful that he won't turn into an absolute asshole once that stuff kicks in.
He turns back to you with a devious smirk on his face, and before you can even ask what he's doing, he's collecting a line up on your thigh.
"I don't want that shit on me, Rafe," you grumble, but you know better than to move. He might just kill you if you spilled that shit all over the couch and the floor.
"Relax, baby," he tells you, not looking up at you. He's too focused on perfecting his line.
His friends all watch as he snorts a line up your thigh, all of them silently wishing they could do the same. You try not to roll your eyes at him and end up catching the eye of some guy standing in the corner of the room. He's watching you both, curious why you're hanging out with a guy like that. You just shrug and roll your eyes only halfway, telling the guy you're over it.
You're not sure why you do it, you suppose it's the concerned look in his eye as he watches. Nobody ever looks at you like that anymore.
When Rafe glances back up to you and sees you looking at another guy, he instinctively wraps his arm around your waist.
"I don't like the way he's looking at you," Rafe tells you, "Come sit in my lap."
His voice is raspy and his jaw is clenched as he pulls you into his lap, kissing on your cheeks and your neck as he stares at the guy. After only a minute or so, the guy is intimidated enough that he ends up walking out of the living room completely.
"Did you know him?" Rafe asks you, his eyes trailing the boy out of the room.
"No, baby," you sigh.
He catches the frustration in your voice and looks up into your eyes, reaching up and tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. This is the Rafe you love; the intimate, soft one. The one who isn't afraid to show you how he loves you.
"Are you having fun, princess?" he questions, his voice softer than it had been before.
You're not, but you know Rafe is enjoying himself and wants to stay and hang out. So, you take a deep breath and nod your head, giving him a convincing smile. Rafe smiles back and strokes his fingers against your cheek, then brings his hand down to your neck to pull you closer to him. He uses his nose to move your hair away from your ear so he can talk into it.
"I can't wait to get inside of you later, sweetheart," he whispers, feeling you instantly start to squirm against his lap.
His dirty talk always gets to you. The way his voice gets all raspy and needy just does things to your body that no other guy ever could.
"Is that right?" you tease him, bringing your lips dangerously close to him.
"Mhm," he hums against your lips, then closes the gap between the two of you.
He loves when you play with his hair, so you do. You can feel him getting excited underneath you, so you continue. One of his hands wraps around your throat and the other goes down to your ass, making you moan.
"Yo, Rafe, get a fucking room, man," Topper groans.
Rafe smirks against your lips and pulls away, gently setting you down beside him again. You try not to be mad that Topper interrupted the first ounce of attention your boyfriend has shown you tonight. Rafe leans forward to cut another line, so you stand and look around for a bathroom. When he doesn't notice you get up, you decide to just run really quick to one and then come back.
You walk from the living room into a kitchen, then see a little hallway that looks like it probably contains a bathroom. Once you get down the dimly lit hallway, you feel a hand on your arm, roughly yanking you around.
"What the fuck are you doing going off on your own?" Rafe snaps at you, his grip on your arm tightening. You can feel his nails digging into your flesh, making you wince.
"Rafe, you're hurting me," you tell him softly, gently trying to move your arm out of his grasp.
"You need to tell me when you have to go to the bathroom," he says harshly, then releases our arm.
"I'm sorry," you mumble, looking down at the floor. He brings his hand up and grabs your cheek, pulling your head up to look at him.
"C'mon," he tells you, "I'll take you."
He reaches down and takes your hand, leading you down the hallway and stopping at a random door. There's one guy waiting outside of it, who Rafe pats on the back once the two of you approach.
"Find another one," Rafe tells him.
The guy turns around and looks at Rafe like he's crazy, his eyes glancing over to you for a second. Protectively, Rafe's grip tightens around your hand.
"Dude, I've been waiting for a while. The line was long when I got here," the guy tells him, watching Rafe sarcastically smile.
"Interesting story, bro. Move along. Now," Rafe's voice is harsh.
The guy rolls his eyes and pushes past the two of you, deciding he doesn't have to go bad enough to put up with Rafe being an asshole. Rafe moves in front of the door, pulling you with him, and bangs on the door.
"Time's up," he yells, continuing to pound on the door.
The door opens up a second later, the guy Rafe had removed from the living room with his eyes earlier stepping out. Of course, you think.
"Ah, if it isn't the guy who likes to stare at my girl," Rafe grins devilishly.
"Rafe-" you start, wanting to tell him to let it go.
"Go inside, baby. I'll be right here when you're done."
He drags his hand toward the door, which in turn drags you toward the door. He lets go as soon as you're in the bathroom, then leans in and shuts the door for you. You can hear Rafe sizing up that poor guy outside, but you choose not to listen. You use the bathroom and then wash your hands quickly, trying your best to hurry so you can save that guy.
When you pull the door open again, Rafe is leaning against the doorframe with his phone in his hand. He looks up at you when you come out and doesn't speak, he just wraps his arm around your waist and leads you away, still looking at his phone.
When you get into the kitchen, Rafe suddenly pushes you up against the wall with no warning. He leans forward and grabs onto your cheeks, bringing his mouth up to yours roughly and kissing you. He quickly picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist, keeping you pinned up against the wall. You kiss him back, loving the way his hands feel all over your body. If you're honest, you're growing impatient for the night to end. You really just want Rafe to take you home and fuck you.
Rafe pulls away after a few minutes, gently setting you back down on the floor and taking his hand in yours again.
"You're mine, don't you forget it," he tells you, his voice demanding. You nod and reach up to wipe your lip, which seems to be covered in Rafe's saliva.
You watch Rafe's gaze as it lingers around the guy from the bathroom, who had just seen Rafe's explosive display of affection. You sigh, knowing that entire thing was just a way of Rafe to mark his territory.
"We're gonna go get Topper's keys," Rafe tells you, "I can't wait any longer. I need you, right now."
You give Rafe a real smile this time and nod your head, following him as he leads you through the crowd. After promising Topper you two wouldn't fuck in his Jeep, he hands Rafe his keys so you two can leave. Rafe tightens his grip around your hand as he pulls you back to the kitchen. He purposely walks past that guy again, muttering something in his ear as you two pass that you can't hear. When you look back, the guy looks disgusted.
When you two get back to Topper's Jeep, you're surprised when Rafe opens up the back door for you to get in.
"Why am I getting in the back?" you ask him.
He smirks, "We're getting in the back."
You look at the devious look on his face and figure out what he's up to, so you raise your eyebrow at him.
"You promised Topper we wouldn't fuck in his Jeep," you remind him.
Rafe rolls his eyes, "Yeah, and last month Topper promised me he wouldn't bend my nine iron when he beat up that Pogue on the golf course with my club. Trust me, baby. He owes me."
You sigh but do as you're told, watching Rafe's smirk only grow when you climb inside. No matter what that boy puts you through at these parties, the sex always makes up for it.
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can you pleasee do pt 2 to draco fucking his arranged marriage wife of the next day the reader being needy saying that she canât get enough of him while heâs working in his office and heâs like âbabe im busyđâ but then rails tf outta her right theređ with like praise and daddy kinkđ©đ©đ©
read part 1 here
pairing: draco malfoy x reader
word count: 3.0k
warning(s): 18+, dom/sub roles, daddy kink, praise, slight degradation/humiliation, mentions of arranged marriage
a/n: i have been so excited to write a part two to this imagine the second i got the request. there will also be a part three coming soon so if you like these stay tuned! these have to be my favorite ones i've ever written.
It was the day after your marriage truly started. Although you and your husband, Draco Malfoy, had been married for weeks, the marriage truly began yesterday.
It had been a whirlwind.
It all began with you fucking your ex boyfriend, something you did in a desperate attempt to receive physical contact and get out of the house you had thought to be a prison.
When your husband came home, you decided it would be a brilliant idea to tell him. It was an arranged marriage, one that he did not seem enthusiastic to be a part of, so you figured there would be no hard feelings.
You were incredibly, incredibly wrong.
He had a lot of feelings about your adultery, but not only was there the anger and jealousy you were expecting, there was sadness. That had taken you by surprise, and only after poking the dragon, you finally consummated your marriage with your husband. Right there on the couch of the entrance hall.
After he had fucked you silly, you both reached the agreement that you would actually try to work as a real marriage. You had both made mistakes, and you were both ready and excited to move past those and really try to build a relationship out of what you had both thought was doomed from the start.
Which was why you were in front of his study, a hand raised and ready to knock, the following evening. He had been in there most of the day, working on a project for what you had learned to be connected to the Malfoyâs family business, but you were ready to put an end to his work day in the best way you knew how.
Your hand had barely connected with the wood when you heard a curt âCome in,â from the other side of the door.
You opened the door slowly and walked in, taking in the sight before you. There were papers scattered all over the desk, inkwells and quills mixed into the mess. Either you caught him at a bad time, or he wasnât as tidy as you had assumed.
But it wasnât the desk that caught your eye. It was him.
His button down shirt was rolled up the elbows at the cuffs. His hands, already littered with rings, were smudged with ink and deftly writing something down on a piece of parchment. There wasnât a single hair out of place on his head, but what struck you were his glasses. You didnât even know he wore glasses. But he looked damn good in them, because of course he fucking did.
âYes?â He asked, a smug smile on his face as he watched you openly check him out. You hadnât even realized he had looked up from the parchment he had been writing on.
âJust figured you could use a break, dinnerâs ready,â you explained, quickly catching yourself.
âIâll be out in a bit. I just need to finish this bit up,â he replied, an obvious dismissal but you had had enough of that over the past two weeks to last a lifetime.
âDraco, youâve obviously been at this for a while. Just come take a break,â you argued defiantly, happy with the knowledge you finally felt comfortable enough to do so.
âY/N, Iâm busy,â he said gently, clearly not wanting to break the carefully made balance you had just created with a silly argument, but you couldnât help yourself.
You admitted it to yourself when you walked in the room. You didnât really want him to take a break just to have dinner with you. No. You wanted him to take a break so he would fuck you right over his desk.
âYou can finish it later,â you continued, your arms crossed over your chest as you waited for his eventual push back.
But his argument never came.
Slowly, painfully slow, he began to stack up his papers in neat piles to put them away. Next were the inkwells being covered and finally the quills being put away. All without a word between you both.
When his desk was cleared, he finally turned his attention back to you.
âYou come into my study and argue with me over taking a break just to go eat dinner. You havenât bothered to ask me to dinner once over the past few weeks. So is it really dinner thatâs got you so riled up, or is it something else?â He asked straight faced, but the twinkle in his eye led you to believe he knew exactly why you were arguing.
âCanât a wife just want to spend time with her husband?â You argued, but it didnât hold the impact you wanted the words to have.
âYeah, thatâs what I thought,â he said, pushing his chair back just slightly. âCome here,â he commanded, crooking his fingers in your direction.
With just two silly little words your skin was flushed and your nerves were on fire. You werenât sure what type of hold this man had over you, but it ran deep for only having just fucked him the day before for the first time.
You followed his command without a second thought, and it led you to standing right between his spread legs with your back pressed up against his now pristine desk.
âCorrect me if Iâm wrong, but I think my wife just wants to get fucked. Am I correct?â He asked, raking his eyes over your body greedily, taking in every inch of you. You were just lucky you dressed to impress tonight in a perfect, form-fitting black cocktail dress. It didnât leave much to the imagination.
âYes,â you answered easily, completely giving up the fight now that you could see the hunger that you felt reflected in his eyes.
He gave you a slow smile before dragging you down to straddle his lap, perfectly placing you so you could feel his growing erection against your core as he kissed you roughly. It was perfect after a day of craving him so fiercely, and you knew this was only the appetizer.
His hands possessively roamed your body as he continued to dominate your kiss, finally landing on your ass to pull you closer against him. Your hands made quick work of taking his glasses off and gently placing them on the desk somewhere behind you before trailing through his hair, messing up his perfectly placed platinum locks.
You couldnât stop yourself from grinding down on him, moans spilling from both of your lips at the friction. He let you do as you please for a few minutes, just enjoying kissing you and having you in his lap, but once your hands went to undo the buttons on his shirt, he gripped your hips roughly and pushed you back.
âLetâs get one thing straight, pretty girl. Iâm in charge, and youâll be a good girl and do as I say, wonât you?â He asked, running a thumb along your lower lip as he spoke.
You bit his finger gently before answering, and your answer only riled him up more than the bite did.
âYes, Daddy.â
And just like that he unleashed himself on you, much like he had done the day before.
He had you on your feet and spun around faster than you could even blink. Within the next breath, your dress was being stripped off of your body and thrown across the room, your breasts exposed. When he had you bent over the desk with just a thong on, he finally opened his mouth again.
âYouâre gonna be a good girl for Daddy, arenât you, pretty girl?â He asked, dragging his hands up the back of your thighs until he was grabbing your ass again.
âYes,â you gasped out, knowing you were already drenched from his words and touch alone.
When you felt his palm connect with your raised ass, you couldnât hold back the whimper that fell from your lips.
âYes, what?â He asked, rubbing his hands in circles to soothe the ache, but the contrast of his warm skin and cold rings only left you shaking.
âYes, Daddy,â you answered, saying the words again.
They were meant to be a joke at first. Just another jest to rile him up and poke at him. But now, after having called him Daddy twice, it was starting to feel right. Like this was exactly the dynamic you were meant to be in with him.
âSo much better. Look at you, already dripping down your thighs,â he mused, his finger trailing up your thigh in what you could only assume was a patch of wetness, a blush falling over your face at the thought.
He dragged your thong down your legs and slowly freed your feet before tossing the scrap of fabric across the room as well, leaving you totally exposed.
âIs this what you wanted? To be bent over Daddyâs desk just begging to be fucked?â He asked, his weight pinning you down as he bent over, slowly dragging his lips up the side of your neck as he spoke. You could feel how hard he was against your ass and you fought now to roll your hips into him, but you knew he would put an end to it anyway.
âPlease fuck me,â you begged quietly, your words no more than a whisper as you played right into the fantasy he was spinning for the both of you.
âPatience, darling,â he said accompanied by a dark chuckle, but he didnât leave you wanting.
He kept his weight on you, his lips leaving open mouth kisses on your neck that were sure to leave bruises for the coming days, but he dragged a finger up your slit and plunged inside of you.
You were so on edge that the one finger almost made you cum right then, but of course he was careful to make sure that didnât happen. He teased you along until one finger turned into two, and by then you were a writhing mess on his desk.
âDaddy, please. Iâm ready. Just fuck me,â you begged impatiently, all of your focus on him and his miraculous fingers.
Silently, he pulled back to stand up fully behind you. For a moment, you thought youâd be getting what you wanted, but you should have known it was too good to be true. You werenât getting fucked until he thought you were ready.
You felt his thumbs pull your lips apart, and you knew all of his focus was right on you, right on where you were a dripping mess for him and that had you fighting not to squirm under his gaze.
âI told you to be patient, pretty girl. Or are you just that desperate to cum you couldnât help yourself? Because this pretty little hole isnât ready for me yet,â he mused, and his words forced an unexpected moan out of you.
You were exposed and aching, a true flushed mess in front of him, while he was a master of poise and control, still fully clothed behind you. Something about the situation made your head spin and your knees weak, and you knew you were in for a wild ride with this man. But you were willing to take anything and everything he threw your way because there was no denying you were enjoying every second of this. Not when he was holding you open obscenely and could see the evidence for himself.
âI want to cum,â you answered honestly, your breasts grinding on the desk and you arched your back, further exposing yourself in the hopes that he would fulfill your wishes.
While still holding you open, he used one gentle finger to stroke over your clit and it was just enough pressure to cause a shiver to run down your spine. If he kept it up, you knew youâd cum in seconds. âGo ahead, cum for me. Let me watch you make a mess of yourself,â he commanded, keeping the gentle pressure on your clit.
You came with a scream, your legs shaking beneath you. The desk was the only reason you stayed up, otherwise you would have collapsed from the force of your orgasm right there. It felt like one of the most intense orgasms of your life, all just from a little flick of his finger.
As you came down, you were gasping for air, just as desperate for your next breath as you were for Dracoâs cock. No matter how mind shattering your orgasm had been, you were still craving more. Youâd always crave more from him.
âThat was beautiful, darling - watching you clench around nothing as you screamed for me. I think youâre ready for my cock now,â he mused, slowly stroking his hands up and down your back in an effort to calm your body, but every nerve was on fire from his touch.
âPlease, please, fuck me Draco. I need you,â you were begging shamelessly now, not even worried about making a fool of yourself in this new marriage. You were both too invested in this moment to care, both of you just knew you needed each other.
âShh, you have me, pretty girl. Iâm right here,â he soothed, placing gentle kisses on your shoulders as he worked to free his cock behind you. âStay just like that.â
You didnât even know he had succeeded in taking his cock out until you felt his tip against your entrance, and he didnât wait a second longer. He plunged into you like he was just as desperate as you were, which by the way he was fucking you in brutal strokes, you could tell he was.
Your hands clutched the edge of the desk for dear life, your knuckles a bright white against the dark oak wood. With every thrust, your hips collided with the sharp edge, sure to leave some marks for you to admire the next day.
You could feel the power behind each deep, hard stroke and you knew he was giving you his all. The previous night had been kind and sweet compared to the brutal fucking he was giving you now. You felt fucked within an inch of your life and he had barely even started.
âFuck, Y/N. You take me so fucking well. So perfect,â he praised, not even sounding out of breath. Meanwhile, you couldnât even control the noises that were coming from your mouth.
You climbed up the peak steadily, but even in your cock drunk daze you knew this orgasm would wipe you out. Once you were about to reach the edge, he pulled out.
âNo, please, fuck. I was so close,â you whined, but a startled gasp came out of your mouth next when he lifted you up and spun you around, your back crashing back down on the desk with a gentle thud.
You finally got the chance to look at him, then. His cock was hard and aching, on the verge of falling over the edge himself. His hair was disheveled and he had that glow that only sex could bring coming from his perfect skin, but when you locked eyes you couldnât look away. His silver eyes were clouded with lust and possession, a man closing in for the kill on his prey. It was terrifying and arousing all at once, but you were sure your own eyes reflected something similar.
Draco wasted no time in hoisting your legs over his shoulders and coming down to take your lips in a brutal kiss just before fucking back into you, his pace the same as it had been in the previous position. He swallowed your moans greedily, but finally pulled back to just concentrate on your face.
âI needed to look at you when you came on my cock. Show me how pretty you look when you fall apart for me,â he ordered, but his voice was gentle and there was a smile fighting to tug on his face. It didnât hold the same dominance his previous commands did, but you followed it all the same.
One, two, three thrusts later you came with his name on your lips as he fucked you through it. It was like your whole world blacked out and only the two of you existed, suspended in this moment as he stared down at your blissed out face. He followed you shortly, and the feel of him emptying himself inside of you accompanied by the litany of choked out praises he was giving you was almost enough to push you into a third orgasm.
You both stayed like that as the minutes passed, chest to chest and near face to face as you caught your breath. It was no easy feat after an orgasm like that, but finally he was wrapping you in his arms and balancing you in his lap as he got comfortable in his desk chair once again.
âWas that too much?â He asked, the concern dripping from his voice as he tenderly brushed your hair from your face.
You could have laughed at his concern. That was the best sex you had ever had in your life, and he was asking if it was too much. But you didnât want to worry him.
âDraco, that was perfect. I loved every second of it,â you told him honestly, tilting your head up so you could look him in the eye so he would have no room for doubt.
It was him who laughed then, in sheer disbelief of the woman curled up in his lap. âI got too lucky with you. Youâre perfect,â he said with a smile, a small kiss to your forehead following his words.
âI think Iâm the lucky one,â you insisted, curling further into his chest as the events of the evening finally wore on your body. It was comfortably silent for a few minutes as he held you, until you remembered why you had truly come into his study in the first place. âBut I was serious when I came in. Dinnerâs ready,â you reminded him with a slight giggle.
âHow about I get you up to bed and we eat dinner in bed, hm?â He asked, already lifting you up and carrying you towards the door.
âSounds perfect,â you said, relaxing against his strong chest as he continued to prove just how lucky you were to end up in this arranged marriage.
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hello! may i request headcanons for chuuya having a crush on someone who's dense? like he could ask them out in the most straightforward way possible and it would still go over their head?
yes, yes of course you may!
sorry this took so long! my computer was out of commission for abt a week (or two..??)
but this is also my birthday writing piece for chuuya!! (4/29/21) i even added a small drabble thingy in addition to the hcs for the occasion hehe
from where i am, it is about fifteen minutes past midnight so itâs officially chuuya day here!!
happy birthday chuuya i love you! you deserve the whole world and everyone is willing to fight tooth and nail to ensure your happiness! we love you! đđ
anyways, i hope you all enjoy this! i kinda had some writerâs block but it was still a lot of fun to write! there might be some mistakes, but iâll scan over it again later. reader is gender neutral! have fun!
chuuya having a crush on a dense! reader
nakahara chuuya x gn! reader
im cackling somebody help him
heâs frustrated bc you canât take a hint or a thousand but he canât even be mad bc heâs whipped
âlook at you all dressed up today, wanna go out later? my treat?â
âoh really? thanks chuuya-san! youâre such a nice friend. iâll go invite the others right now, iâll see you later!â
â...â
fast forward to later in the evening and he finds himself at a little restaurant with the black lizard + higuchi and akutagawa
sigh
in unison all of them go, âthank you for the meal chuuya-san!â (except aku and hirotsu are quieter & and gin just a nods hehe)
âno problemâ (êŠ ÂŽÍ áš `Í )
gin only pats him on the back in sympathy
he spends a lot of time trying to think of ways to make it absolutely and undeniably clear that he has feelings for you
he always fails
â(y/n) i like youâ
âi like you too chuuya-sanâ
âreally?â
âmhmâ
ât-then will youââ
âyouâre a really great friend! and superior tooâ
â...nevermindâ
âoh were you saying something?â
ânah, just forget about itâ
tachihara is laughing in the corner of the corridor
dont worry, chuuya made sure to get back at him
chuuyaâs been pinning after you for years and frankly, his failed attempts to woo you has lead everyone to the breaking point
and i mean everyone
yes, even aku
hell even dazai
but dazai also thinks itâs funny, so he doesnât mind all that much
okay bye bye dazai-san this headcanon set isnât abt you rn
PLEASE EVERYONE FEELS SO BAD FOR HIM
they knew even if he kissed you, you still might not get it
so they decided to help him
super secret mission get chuuya and (y/n) together is a go!
theyâre still working on a proper mission name, donât mind them
they had a super secret strategy meeting!
you can bet your ass that they nearly got nothing done
akutagawa & kaiji werenât much help, neither was higuchi, mori, or elise
tachihara nearly got killed for a thoughtless comment
âjust tell them chuuya-san!â
âi already fucking did you ass!â
gin, hirotsu, and kouyou were the most helpful !!
hirotsu and kouyou both agreed on the idea that chuuya should try courting with bouquets of flowers instead of flat out asking you bc they knew you found them pretty
(even if you donât identify as a female, flowers are for everyone no matter gender or sexuality! so letâs normalize giving flowers to everyone <33 )
gin didnât speak but she used cards to communicate
everyone knew that you werenât stupid (you wouldnât have survived in the mafia if you were) but they did know that you were only stupid when it came to all this lovey dovey stuff
i mean, if chuuya gave you flowers every so often, thereâs no way that you wouldnât piece it together at some point
right...??
but kouyou assured him that even though you wouldnât get it right away, youâd appreciate the gestures and that heâll stand out more
she even said that if someone gave her flowers, she would appreciate it, whether or not she reciprocated their feelings
it takes guts to be so up front with your feelings after all
gin and hirotsu only nodded with her explanation
once again, this only provoked a reaction out of tachihara
âwhat do you know gin? i get the old man and kouyou-san, theyâre grown, but you? what do you know abt courting? or flowers? what are you a girl?â
akutagawa choked on his cough, higuchi on air, and on the other side of yokohoma at the ada, dazai is cackling
yes, dazai somehow placed a listening device onto chuuyaâs hat and was listening in
donât ask how, itâs dazai
âDAZAI GET YOUR BANDAGED ASS OFF THE COUCH AND STOP LAUGHINGâ
anyways
the next day, chuuya did what was barely discussed and for once, things actually started to look up
until they started look to down again
at first, it actually looked like you understood his intentions after he gave you a bouquet of flowers
literally everyone was leaning against the opposite hallway you two were in and then they got excited !!
especially chuuya !
but then your expression sort of changed...??
and then in their heads they simultaneously went, âoh noâ
they knew that expression
it was very familiar when you tended to friend zone chuuya
but boy let me tell you what you said next made them facepalm and or make their jaws drop
âah, so you really are friend zoning me huh chuuya-san; what a shame, i really did like youâ
LEMME TELL YOU WHEN I SAY THAT CHUUYA WAS DISTRESSED I MEAN HE WAS DISTRESSED
you liked him??
him of all people??
he wasnât complaining, no of course not, but he still couldnât believe it
but that wasnât what he was really focusing on right now
what in any form or language did it say he was friend zoning you?!
flower language apparently
chuuya chose to buy the bouquet of yellow roses, pink carnations, and yellow carnations bc he thought you would appreciate the brighter colors, and so that youâd remember them better (because remembering them, meant remembering him)
but ooh boy
altogether, they meant the exact opposite message he wanted to send
someone help him pls
âyou see chuuya-san, yellow roses mean friendship, pink carnations mean gratitude, and yellow carnations mean rejection; sooo in a nutshell, these pretty much say âthank you for being my friend, but im rejecting youâ
no one can tell if tachihara is crying or wheezing
and dazai is having the time of his life
yes, he started listening in on him again
and chuuya is just stunned
like speechless and unmoving stunned
is he just bad at this whole courting/dating thing?? itâs only been one day and of it and somehow he was the one doing the rejecting??
âthank you for the flowers chuuya-san, iâll be going now; iâll make sure to let this affect our friendship. iâll see you tomorrow!â
you passed by the not so subtle group of people
âtachihara-kun..?? are you alright?â
just for context, he was leaning his forehead against the wall using his forearm
again, it was hard to tell whether he was crying or wheezing
âi-im okay (y/n)-san...i think c-chuuya-san has it worse than meâ
â...okay..?â
BACK TO CHUUYA
heâs still frozen poor baby
but itâs okay bc after like 5 more seconds heâs chasing you down the hallway you were walking in
kouyou, with a knowing smile on her face, ushers everyone away towards the opposite direction
she received some whines (ahem, tachihara and mori) but silenced them by summoning golden demon
but itâs okay
if they run fast enough, they can see what happens through the security cameras
chuuya caught up with you and tried to explain everything but he was exhausted
emotionally, physically (bc since when did you walk that fast??), and generally just tired with the whole situation
he just wanted to call you his; was that too much to ask??
as explosive as he can be, he can be calm and collected too
and he really did try to be that way as he talked with you but it was very difficult at the moment
the dumbfounded and confused look on your face his face twitch with annoyance and his heart started beating faster bc god you were cute
BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT RIGHT NOW
thank goodness after what seemed like years, you finally somewhat understood what happened
you didnât understand completely but it was something
The two of you stood in the middle of the unusually empty hallway facing each other, you with the bouquet still in hand. It was quiet as you and Chuuya assessed the situation.
You looked at him skeptically and he stared right back you with his gorgeous blue eyes.
â...So you do like me Chuuya-san??â
âYesâ
âAnd you were trying to court me just now, not friend zone me??â
âYesâ
You got most of your questions out of the way, but there was something that youâve been wondering about for quite a while.
â...So youâre not gay for Dazai-san??â
âYes, im not waitâGAY FOR DAZAI?? THAT MACKEREL??â
Chuuya did a double take. What in heavens name made it seem like he liked that suicidal maniac?? Why would he choose him if he had you?
Like he would choose him anyways; or ever consider him as a possible romantic partner.
âOh, so you are?â
âNO! I SAID I LIKED YOU DIDNâT I?â
âWell yeah, but I thought you liked Dazai-san too. As annoying as he is, he can be quite charmingââ
He was out of patience at this point (nope definitely not because you were talking about Dazai who told you that?) and just decided to kiss you.
You immediately melted into the kiss and kissed him back with the same amount of love and feeling.
Letting the bouquet fall to the ground, you wrapped you arms around his neck and his put his on your lower back and brought you closer to him. After a few more moments, the two of you broke apart for air.
The two of you, slightly out of breath, leaned your foreheads against each other and just basked in each others presence.
Chuuya looked into your (e/c) eyes and asked you just a little bit above a whisper, âNow do you get my intentions and feeling?â
You blinked at him before breaking out into a grin, âHmm Iâm not sure; do you wanna do that again Chuuya?â
The red head only blinked back at you before rolling his eyes, a smile present on his handsome features, his heart fluttering at you using his name with the honorific.
âDumbassâ
Smiling cheekily at him, you pressed a kiss on his cheek and started dragging him towards the lobby to take a walk around the building perimeter, knowing that the two of you canât be too far from work.
The way down to the lobby was mostly in comfortable silence until you said something that made Chuuya want to bash his head against the wall.
âYou know, you couldâve just told me you liked me Chuuya. Itâs not like I wouldâve said no.â
Once again, as the rest of the more power mafia members watch from security cameras, it is hard to tell whether Tachihara is crying or wheezing of laughter.
omake !!
The two of you just started making your way around the building when suddenly a very familiar voice came from Chuuyaâs prized hat.
âChuuyaaaa!! It was about time you stopped being a chicken, Chibi!â
Removing his hat from his head, he started yelling at it not knowing exactly where the listening device was planted.
âTEME! HOW DID YOUââ
âAnd (y/n)! I would congratulate you, but I think I would rather offer you my condolences. Why him?! Heâs just a slimy slug. OOH OOH how would you like to join me in a double suicide?! A shame it wonât be a loverâs suicide but itâll annoy Chuuya so I think itâll be worth it! â
âYOUââ
âAnd please donât kiss while Iâm listening in. You made me lose my appetite! And it was such a shame! I was eating crab using Kunikida-kunâs money! Do you know what youâve cost me?!â
âDAZAI YOU PIECE OFââ
âAh! Kunikida-kun is here! I have to go!â
You can hear something is the background that vaguely sounds like, âDAZAI YOU WASTE OF BANDAGES STOP USING MY MONEYâ
âDAZAI DONâT YOU DARE LEAVE IM NOT DONE WITHââ
*Click!*
The click sound from the hat revealed that Dazai disconnected.
Chuuya twitched and glared furiously at his signature hat hating that the voice he hated the most came out of it.
âAww, I didnât get to talk to Dazai-sanâ
Chuuya whipped his head towards you, a look of mock (or real) betrayal showing on his features.
You laughed at him before taking the hat out of his hands and placing it on his head.
He shyly looked away before muttering a thanks making you smile wider. Just as the two of you were about to start walking, a small explosion erupted from his hat; it was likely that Dazai made the listening device self destruct.
âDAZAI YOU BASTARDDâ
At the Armed Detective Agency, a certain suicidal maniac hid from the wrath of his current partner as he thought about the wrath his old one.
âHmmm I wonder if Chuuya would finally stop wearing his ugly hats if I blow all of them up...â
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hello!! could I request neji, gaara and kakashi reactions finding out they'll have twins with their s/o? it can be getting the news, choosing the names, how are their behaves during and/or after the birth, their thoughts, feelings, you can put whatever you want ^^ grateful
TWIN REVEAL HEADCANONS!
FEATURING: neji hyuuga, gaara, kakashi hatake
WARNINGS: cw food
A/N: absolutely! love domestic naruto boys the most <3 also, im so sorry these got so long they turned into whole drabbles T-T CANT WRITE IN MODERATION AT ALL!!
NEJI
youâve been pondering how to break the exciting news that you were expecting twins with the love of your life, neji, for days now
but what you didnât realize was that he already had a sneaking suspicion that you werenât only eating for two
observant as ever, heâs noticed how exaggerated your pregnancy symptoms were: extreme morning sickness (he always held your hair back), severe fatigue (massages and back rubs were always in order) and even as he lays on your stomach, he hears... a second heartbeat?
as youâre thinking about how to break the news, heâs also wondering if youâve realized that youâre having twins
it was your anniversary a few days later, and you had decided to break the exciting news to him through a special treat
setting four steaming bowls of his favorite food, hot soba, on the kitchen table, you awaited the arrival of your husband
â(y/n), iâm home!â neji called out down the hallway, slipping off his shoes before he caught you standing there in the dining room
his eyes widened in surprise before melting into the most heartwarming gazes youâve ever seen as he made his way over to you, wrapping his strong arms around your frail body
âhappy anniversary, (y/n).â
you couldnât see it, but nejiâs eyes widened at the sight behind you, over your shoulder that his head was resting on
four bowls of his favorite food? why four?
but then he realized, pulling back quicker than light as he held onto your shoulders and stared into your eyes
âyou know? about the twins?â
a radiant smile spread from your glowing cheeks to your ears as your eyes widened in surprise; neji already knew?
but of course he did, he was so observant as a husband: always gifting you things that youâve pined over but never actually said that youâve wanted out loud, taking care of that one pesky chore you can never bring yourself to do; he was the absolute perfect husband for you
a grin formed on nejiâs face as he pulled your body into his once again, embracing you as tight as your enlarged body would let him
âweâre the luckiest parents in the world,â he murmured into your ear, softly smoothing your hair
âno,â you replied, smiling into his embrace. âiâm the luckiest wife in the world.â
the dinner was spectacular, as you and your husband enjoyed a wholesome meal for two (or four!)
after confirming that the two of you were going to be raising twins instead of just one baby, it was time to prepare double time
luckily for you, neji is nothing if not prepared
heâs got a running checklist of things he needs double of; double the cribs, double the diapers, double the bottles, double the clothes, double theâ
poor man is overworking himself, but heâd work as many hours as he needed to to ensure that you and your new family will have the best first years of your life
he was getting anxious as you neared the time of your labor, as he kept checking that the house was babyproofed, the bottles were the right size, the food was the correct brand, etc.
it was endearing, seeing him so worried, but only because he cared for you that much
needless to say, the moment you went into labor, he arrived at the hospital in record time
neji realized he was worried for nothing as the birth went smoothly as could be, and when you finally brought your two bundles of joy home, he couldnât believe that they were actually part of him
it made him so happy to be raising two little twins with his favorite person in the world
all the diapers in the world couldnât prepare him for the delight of parenthood!
GAARA
you felt the cool gel spread across your enlarged stomach before the ultrasound crackled to life
you, gaara, and the doctor all watched with bated breaths as a white blob began to form amidst the dark abyss of your tummy
tears began to spring to your eyes as your hand instinctively moved to touch your stomach; this was your baby. inside of you was you and gaaraâs own little bundle of joy :,)
gaaraâs calming hand slipped into yours as the two of you gazed at the screen in wonder
âlook!â you cried, pointing with your other hand at the absence of... a certain body part. âitâs a baby girl!â
âthatâs right,â the doctor grinned. âcongratulations, you two, youâre having a girl!â
but then, the doctor started to press your stomach at a different angle with a furrowed brow
âwhat is it, doctor? is there something wrong?â you felt panic begin to rise in your stomach. your baby?
a small smile emerged on the doctorâs face as they pointed to the screen displaying the ultrasound, âsee for yourself.â
confused but more at ease, you watched as the tiny white blob on the screen moved slowly to the side to reveal... another one?
your heart rate began to quicken as you turned, shell-shocked, to your husband
the redheadâs face was stunned, his eyes blown wide as he raised a finger at the display in front of him.
ât-t-thereâs... thereâs two... of them....â
his pale green eyes locked onto yours, which were brimming with overjoyous tears
âgaara...â you reached for his hand once more. âweâre having twins!â
you swore his own eyes were filled with tears as he wrapped his arms around your frail, weak body, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck
you clung onto your husband, a soon-to-be father of two, for dear life, laughing and gasping for breath as you realized that you not only had oneâ but two bundles of joy in your stomach
âcongratulations again, you two, this oneâs a boy!â
after a rough birth, your two feisty little sand twins are the rowdiest bunch in the barrel
clambering, climbing on top of their stoic dad, pulling at his hair, gnawing at his fingers
your beloved husband is their personal jungle gym
itâs amusing, watching gaara slowly (but surely) learn and navigate through the ups and downs of new parenthood
but above the sleepless nights, the ceaseless crying, the endless messes, heâs especially grateful that youâre the one heâs experiencing it all with :)
KAKASHI
you clutched the single smoke bomb tightly in your hand, smiling at your family, your friends, and your husband kakashi
the long-anticipated gender reveal of your baby was about to take place, and you couldnât be more excited!
at the count of three, you pulled the pin and tossed the harmless bomb onto the ground
instantly, the air filled with a pink plume of smoke! squeals and cheers swept throughtout the crowd, and your eyes lit up with joy as your husband returned the gaze
you were going to raise the finest kunoichi there ever was
but then gasps sounded throughout the crowd as you turned to the still-smoking bomb
it was turning... blue?
your hands flew to cover your mouth as you gasped, turning to kakashi
twins?
kakashi wasnât one to be caught off guard too often, but this totally got him
his eyes widened in surprise before the crowd began to cheer, applaud, and holler at the exciting news
âtwins!â you cried, rushing over to envelop kakashi in a tight embrace
a baby girl and a baby boy... who wouldâve thought?
while youâre freaking out about having everything in order, getting double the supplies, kakashi is cool as a cucumber (as always)
heâs always telling you to relax, that heâs got it all under control, and he does
you couldnât ask for a better husband
seriously, his masseuse skills are like magic
after a long day of tireless cooking, cleaning, working, and stressing, coming home to a massage with kakashi is such a treat
he always makes sure youâre comfortable during the day, fetching you water, helping you to the bathroom, cooking up all your weird cravings
heâd be such a wonderful father, who are we kidding
teaches them important life lessons and raises them to be independent, powerful ninja
but also lets them have loads of fun, teasing them, tickling them, playing with them
its the most exhilarating feeling in the world to come home from an exhausting day of work to find kakashi passed out on the couch with each twin tucked under each of his arms after a long day of playing together
thereâs absolutely no one else youâd rather spend the joy of parenthood with!
if you enjoyed this post, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :) feel free to request here, and make sure to read the rules first! have a lovely day everyone <3
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The Message on the Wall
Pairing: James Potter x gn!Reader - Marauders x Reader Content
Word Count: 5.9k (jdklfdh im sorry)Â
Warnings: Underage Drinking, Implications of... yeah. I think thatâs about it.Â
Requested: Yes, a long time (i feel bad for only getting to it but i hope the nonnie stuck around to see this piece) by an anon who asked for James x Reader with childhood best friends to lovers trope.Â
Summary: In which, James Potter was busy writing himself a message on the wall but was too blind to read what he had to say.Â
Pictures.Â
In actuality they were only images. For Muggles, they stood stagnant, for James Potter they moved slightly.Â
But in deeper meaning pictures were moments in time captured in a frame. They were a personal reminder of things that were, things that used to be and anything else that didnât fall into one of the other two categories.Â
James Potter adored pictures. His room was littered with them. A handful were of Quidditch players and Tutshill Tornados merchandise. One picture of him and his parents sat on the nightstand beside his bed. But adjourned on the wall to the left was a mostly blank wall. One small Tornados banner was pinned against the soft red paint and in the middle a picture he was particularly fond of.Â
The film captured James at the age of four. A broom was clutched in his left hand and a toothy smile on his face as the wind rustled his hair causing it to stick up more than it already did. Beside him was you, your eyes crossed and your tongue licking a swirled lolly.Â
When his mother had shown him the picture you had just left for home, making a young James quite sad that his friend couldnât stay just a little longer. Euphemia Potter had smiled, handing the picture to her son. âItâs okay, my love. Now you have a piece of Y/N with you.âÂ
âHow?â James had asked, his lower lip jutting out in a frown.Â
Euphemia laughed. âThe picture captures you together. Look how happy the two of you look!â she points at her sonâs smile in the photo. âYou can do whatever youâd like with it.âÂ
James grinned, his eyes lighting up once more. âI want to hang it, mum!â he dragged her hand into the bedroom with him, climbing on top of his bedsheets and pressing the picture to the wall. âHere. That way I can say goodnight to them even when they're not here.âÂ
Euphemia Potter smiled watching as her son tucked himself under the covers. âThatâs a brilliant idea, James.â With a wave of her wand, two pins fastened themself to the wall, the photo beneath.Â
That was the beginning of Jamesâs love for pictures. More pictures would accumulate such as the one of him and his father at a Tornados game. Drawings you would give him of flowers and Kneazles. The pictures would come and go but yours stayed the same. An additional picture of you and James would later be added three years later when the two of you were seven. Jamesâs broom no longer sat in one hand, instead was gripped with two and hovering five feet off the ground. He had a wicked smile on his face, his glasses slightly falling down his nose. You sat behind him, your small fingers clutching to his waist as the picture captured you mid-squeal.Â
Time went on yet the pictures of the two of you stayed the same. Along with your drawings, which had improved dramatically since you were seven, heâd occasionally find a Hollyhead Harpies banner plastered to his wall. When he came to scold you, pink banners adjourned in his hand, youâd laugh at the pout on his lips. He could never stay angry at you and always joined in on your laughter.Â
The final year before things would slightly change was the year before going to Hogwarts. A third picture was added at the age of ten. The Potter family had accompanied your family on a trip to Diagon Alley in which you had bought your screech owl, Juniper. James had one arm wrapped around you. His hair was untidy and a goofy smile was on his face as his other hand flicked your forehead. Your eyes were closed mid-laugh as one hand pushed his face away and the other perched with Juniper who screeched happily on your available arm.Â
Again, time went on quickly and changes were made in James Potterâs room but you were not one of them. He packed up his Hogwarts things the night of August 31st, leaving his room full of pictures with a soft smile.Â
You rode on the train with him, both of you waving goodbye to your loved ones. You grinned at him wickedly, âExcited?â you ask.Â
âDefinitely.â he responded. âDo you have money for the trolley?âÂ
You slide into a train compartment, one small boy already sitting there. âYeah. Do you need to borrow some?âÂ
James nodded and you rolled your eyes, handing money over to the kind witch who passed by, grabbing pumpkin pasties for you and Bertie Botts for James.Â
The ride was life-changing as you made acquaintances with similar mindsets. Two more boys entered your compartment and along with the scrawny boy from before, all of you made it to Gryffindor. âWhere dwell the brave at heartâ as James liked to put it.Â
First year was an interesting feat with James quickly falling head over heels for Lily Evans. Your friendship never faltered although the thought of her in his life made you feel odd. However, you were sure she wouldnât be in his life for quite some time seeing as his persistent efforts were met with an equally stubborn rejection.Â
âSheâs a firecracker, that one.â he sighed, walking beside you down the hall after another devastating encounter with Lily.Â
âYouâre just embarrassing yourself now, my boy.â you reply, dubbing his nickname to ease the comment.Â
He smirked. âThen why do you hang out with me?âÂ
âBecause, Iâm the one who makes sure you donât cross the line from embarrassing to mortifying.âÂ
He shakes his head with a silly grin. âI doubt that. You love me. Thatâs why.âÂ
You laugh, an effective way of avoiding the curious ideas that ran through your young mind. âDonât throw around the l- word so quickly! Youâve got to mean it.âÂ
James bumped your side. âBut Iâve known you for years.âÂ
You ruffle his hair, making it messier than it already was. âSave it for Evans.âÂ
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The year ended and the two of you went home to Northern England hands overflowing with Gryffindor red, spirits high with a drive for Quidditch practice and addresses from Remus, Peter, and Sirius tucked away in your pockets.Â
Jamesâs room changed tremendously that first year. Alongside the Tutshill Tornados merchandise were small Gryffindor banners, lions enchanted to roar at the touch. You had given him one of your sketches from the school year, one of Sirius and him laughing in Transfiguration, another of him and Peter skipping stones. The pictures of the two of you still remained, a small collection of dust coating the edges which he wiped away with a smile.Â
Second year was merry and full of high spirits. James had acquired his fatherâs invisibility cloak which gave cause to a number of nighttime rendezvous and adventures in the kitchens. Suspicion arose on Remus, whose monthly disappearances came to your attention. With the help of Sirius and Peter, the group soon discovered Remusâs guarded secret and accepted the furry little problem with open arms.Â
The Lily Evans situation did not get any better with Jamesâs persistence holding up fiercely and her hatred toward him even more harsh. As Sirius had dubbed it, âMate, at this point youâre never getting married.â Remus and Peter whole-heartedly agreed, sending James into an adolescent spiral.Â
âWhat if I donât get married, Y/N/N?â he confided in you by the shores of the Black Lake.Â
You chuckled, his delirium quite adorable. âYouâre going to get married, James. Trust me.âÂ
He sighed, snapping a twig between his fingers. âItâs not definite.âÂ
âNothing is.â you counter.Â
James groaned. âI know. I know. But I would like it to be. Wouldnât you?âÂ
You contemplated the idea, a thought coming to your head. âWhat if it could be?âÂ
He stared at you curiously. Your eyes lit up and James grinned. âHit me.âÂ
âIf by the time we are thirty neither of us are married then we should get married to each other.â you propose, a proud smile on your face. âThat way we can have a definite of our own.âÂ
James grinned. âI like that idea. But what if one of us gets married before that?â
You frown. âThen I guess itâd be a flop. But itâs better than nothing, right?âÂ
He agreed quickly. The sun was setting into a pond of pink. The wind rustled and birds chirped and the moment seemed picture perfect and James wished a camera would magically pop up and capture the moment so heâd be able to hang it on his wall for years to come. It did not work that way, instead, he turned to you with a smirk. âI donât have anything to propose with.âÂ
You looked down in embarrassment and gave him a shove. âWeâre not getting married yet! Itâs just a deal not the real thing.âÂ
He rolled his eyes at you. âI know but it feels as though something special should happen. How about we seal with a spit swear?âÂ
You stick your tongue out and pretend to gag. âEw! No.â you flick his forehead causing him to wince. He grins before flicking you back, watching as you fall back onto the grass.Â
âI guess a flick works as well.â he sighs. âY/N Potter has a nice ring to it.âÂ
Your head falls against his shoulder. âI canât believe I might be a Potter one day. Sounds disgusting.âÂ
James laughs, the weight of your head feeling oddly familiar against his shoulder. âOh, shut it!âÂ
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The years came and went. Third year, James made the Quidditch team and he quickly became a ladies man despite his obvious pining over Evans. You made sure to keep his feet on the ground as you didnât want his ego to get larger than it already was. You came to all his games, occasionally bringing a camera so that James could add his moments of glory onto his beloved room wall. There was the time he tried dedicating a shot to you and ended up getting knocked off his broom by a Beater.Â
He made the next one thankfully.Â
On the other hand, you had earned the title of master dueler amongst the third years for your quick arm and sharp spellcasting. While James was at Quidditch practice: you, Peter, Remus, and Sirius would practice in empty classrooms although after a while they became rather bored as you would always win. James would cheer you on, even when you beat him there was a compliment of your skill and he was more than anything, proud.Â
The summer between third and fourth year was the year the Marauders got their first group picture together. Everyone had met up at the Potter residence, Euphemia Potter snapping the photo with Sirius and James to the left, Peter and Remus on the right, and you in the middle. James hung the picture on his wall as it was routine by now. The whole gang got to see his famous wall of pictures, his life an open storybook to anyone who looked closely.Â
Fourth year sparked love, pranks, and new ideas. Peter went on his first date, flaming at the cheeks as his friends waved him off embarrassingly. Group pranks ensued upon Snape whose oily hair was dyed all colors of the rainbow by the end of the first semester. You had gone on your first date as well, Steven Goldstein from Hufflepuff whom James threatened to beat up and Sirius who gave him âa talkâ.Â
Most importantly, the group addressed Remusâs furry little problem seeing as each year he came back with more and more scars than before. Two ideas sparked up from the meeting and both were large feats that every member of the group was willing to take.Â
âSo wait..â Peter asked. âYou want to make a map⊠that tracks everyone in Hogwarts?âÂ
James nodded and Remus shook his head. âThatâs exactly what Iâm saying. Donât look at me that way, Remus.âÂ
Remus shoved him lightly. âHow would that even work though? Isnât it a little invasive?âÂ
You smiled. âIt most certainly is invasive but think about how awesome itâd be to have something like that. All we would need isâŠâÂ
âA complex locator spell.â you and Sirius said together.Â
Everyone grinned. âPete can do the drawing and sketching. Heâs good at that stuff. We should check for secret passageways. All of us could do the magic. Weâve got the brains.âÂ
âI donât think someone with brilliant magic technique would use the word brain to describe their intelligence.â you point out. James simply flicked you in the head.Â
âAnd thereâs the Animagi thingâŠâ Sirius added.Â
âThatâs a reach.â Remus replied.Â
âMore than the map?â Peter questioned.Â
Remus sighed. âYou guys donât have to do that for me. Iâve been transforming on my own for years. No need to have buddies now.âÂ
âNonsense.â you say. âAnything for you, Rem. This is what you deserve.âÂ
The friends looked at each other silently. âAre we ready to pull off the biggest student feat in Hogwarts history?â Sirius whispered.Â
âAye, aye.â Everyone cheered.Â
Peter grinned. âWeâre up to no good.âÂ
James smiled back. âThen let us manage our mischief well.âÂ
WIth that the group commenced, exiting the abandoned classroom they used and taking off to class. James walked by your side as you headed to astronomy together.Â
âI canât wait till we pin this down. Itâs going to be an epic year.â he grinned.Â
You chuckle. âI know youâll end up stalking someone, Potter. Evans by the looks of it.âÂ
He shook his head, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. âNope. Iâm gonna stalk you instead. See if youâre hiding any secrets from me.âÂ
You smile. âWhat secrets could I possibly be hiding from you, my boy?âÂ
James nudged your side with a smirk. âYouâre telling me a good-looking fellow like yourself isnât sneaking off with some other lad other than their best friends.âÂ
You shook your head, the word âgood-lookingâ repeating itself in your mind. âNo. If I did I would tell you.âÂ
âGood.â he said, starting up the stairs to the Astronomy tower. âI donât need some arsehole stealing you away from me.âÂ
You roll your eyes. âNo one could ever steal me from you, James. Iâm not a Quaffle.âÂ
He nods with a grin. âYeah. I suppose youâre more of a Snitch.âÂ
You laugh, dashing up the stairs in hopes that you wouldnât be late for your Astronomy lesson.
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As one could guess more pictures and sketches made their home on James Potterâs wall. It was a cluttered mess but beautiful nonetheless. It was as though the wall had an expression of its own with its array of Quidditch jerseys, photographs, art, and ticket stubs. Nobody touched the wall except James as he liked having every picture in place. His wall organized the way he liked it best⊠messy.Â
Fifth year was the first year you didnât see James every week. He had eagerly signed up for Quidditch camp and had left for Wales with promises thatâd you write about the boys and the progress on the map and Animagi projects. The projects went well with Peter completing the outline sketches of the maps, Remus filling piles of papers on Animagi transformations and finally Sirius and you gathering the needed ingredients for the Animagi process.Â
You had grown taller over the summer, hair lightening and your features more accentuated. Eagerly you awaited Jamesâs return and when the time did come you had woken up early in the morning to see him arrive by Portkey on the hill. The second he appeared you had rushed over, engulfing him in a hug. You had missed his touch, his constant nagging and overall the James Potterness that followed him around that would never fade with time.Â
Meanwhile, he was left out of breath, a couple of inches taller and a smile on his face as he squeezed you back. âY/N/N! I missed you, you lazy hag.âÂ
You laughed, messing up his hair that sat more neatly than in previous years. âAnd I missed you, my boy.âÂ
The next days before school were spent catching him up on the map and at the pond by your house. With each swim you noticed the changes in James such as the six-pack the tedious trials at Quidditch camp had given him.Â
âOi!â you shouted, splashing him in the face. âWhatever happened to the skinny twig that was my friend?âÂ
He smirked. âOi! Why are you looking?âÂ
You bit your lip, not allowing him to see you flustered. âIâm sorry. Youâre my best friend and itâs a very noticeable change!â you pointed at his toned stomach.Â
James tapped your nose and you stared at him in annoyance. âItâs only noticeable if you want to notice it.âÂ
He turned around, making to walk back to the shore of the pond. You didnât remember when James had gotten so cheeky although heâd always been that way, just never with you. Wickedly, you took the bucket that floated beside you and dunked it in the water. With a mischievous grin, you snuck up behind him, dumping the bucket of water on his head.Â
James turned around with a gasp, jaw dropped. You laughed, a wide smile on your lips at the sight of him drenched in his swim trunks. It wasnât until his arms tucked along your waist, dragging you to the deeper ends of the pond did the smile drop and his return.Â
âWhy you littleâŠâ you seethed. âJames Fleamont Potter if you-âÂ
It was too late by then, your body submerged in the water and you swam up, his laughter the first noticeable sound. You scowled as he doubled over with laughter on the shore. âIâm never letting you go to Quidditch camp again.âÂ
The two of you walked home as the sun set, many flicks to the forehead ensuing as you did.Â
---
Fifth year was by far the most epic year of your Hogwarts experience. Everything was prepared for the Animagi transformation and phase two of the map project was ready to launch with Remus having gained access to the restricted section of the library.Â
It seemed as though the whole student body had recognized the change in Jamesâs physique which only led to an inflation of his ego. The worst part was that Lily Evans just so happened to be one of those said noticers and while her defiance toward him was still strong, she could be caught staring in class much to Jamesâs delight.Â
The Animagi process began as soon as the September full moon. While Remus suffered in the Shrieking Shack, the four other Marauders set their Mandrake leaves into their mouths preparing for an uncomfortable month of bitterness on their tongues. The leaves were held under their tongues when talking in class and for the rest of the time they resorted to note passing leaving the entirety of Hogwarts wondering why the Marauders went quiet so suddenly.Â
During the period between moons, they worked on their map. Stacks of books, both regular and restricted, lay among them. Each had a quill and parchment used to take note of spells or pass messages back and forth. As you worked you received a message from James in the form of a crumpled ball of parchment. You smoothed it out with a sigh.Â
I hate this thing. It tastes like piss and lime.Â
You held back a chuckle, writing your own message next to his.Â
Youâre not backing out of this, Potter. Itâs for Remus.Â
He stuck the leaf under his tongue in order to stick it out at you and you rolled your eyes. He scribbled a message back.Â
I know. I know. Doesnât mean I canât complain about it.Â
You smirked, tossing the parchment back to him.Â
If your scrawny arse can come back from Quidditch camp with abs then you can stomach keeping a leaf in your mouth for a month.Â
He smoothed it out and you went back to your work only getting in a minute's reading before the parchment bounced off your head. You scowled at his antics but he only looked at his book with a smirk. Unfolding the paper, Jamesâs messy handwriting took up the last blank space on the parchment.Â
Nice to know you still think about my abs.Â
Your stomach squirmed at the feeling that inflamed from his words and the smirk that was on his face. You flicked him on the head, throwing the parchment into the fire before Sirius could ask what it was.Â
---Â
It took moon soaked leaves, untouched morning dew and a lightning storm to finally complete the transformations. It was on a late November night that a lightning storm finally struck and in the fifth corridor bathroom the Marauders made their first transformations. For Peter, a small rat with a wriggling tail. For Sirius, a pure black dog. For James, a large stag with mighty horns. For you, a sly fox with sleek orange fur.Â
Thus that night began the use of the nicknames: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs and Vixen. Dubbed by James and agreed upon all around. The final full moons of fifth year were spent prancing around Hogsmeade alongside Remus whose scars diminished with each transformation spent with his friends.Â
The downside of it all was the building tension in the school. With Lord Voldemort on the rise, more and more of your classmates were showing their true colors. Select Slytherins no longer wore short sleeves, their wrists always covered even in the heat of summer. Watchful eyes and protective glares, you went home for summer in worry.Â
Over the summer, Prongs lost his Pronginess. He wrote to Lily Evans most days of the week and now the things she sent him hung on his wall alongside you and the Marauders. An anticipated change but a scary one still. Every outing with James became more about Lily and less about anything else. You could feel your best friend slipping away and you told him so the night before the start of sixth year.Â
The two of you sat together in the branches of a tree. The sun hit your skin in rays and clouds passed by over your heads. Jamesâs voice droned on about his darling Lily flower and with an unknowing malice you snapped at him. âShut it!â you groaned.Â
His eyes looked over at you, hands holding your head in remorse. âArenât you happy for me? Youâve been acting off all summer.âÂ
âIâve been acting off because youâve been acting off. I am happy for you but Evans is the only thing you talk about these days. What happened to talking about the Tornados or sneaking out together for milkshakes?âÂ
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. âItâs different now.âÂ
âWell, it shouldnât be.â you exclaim. âIâm not saying you shouldnât grow up. I support the idea of you no longer being a cheeky bastard. If youâre happy with Evans then I am happy for you. But being with Evans doesnât mean you have to forget about me or the Marauders or everything else.âÂ
James nodded, a leaf spinning between his fingers as he frowned. âIâm sorry, Y/N/N.âÂ
You shake your head. âI am too. Sorry I snapped at you, my boy.â your head fell onto his shoulder the same way it had done for years only this time things had changed. The weight still felt perfect on his shoulder but now his stomach turned and his breath hitched at the close proximity. Things were indeed changing although the two of you only danced around it, not wanting to address the mess you two had made.Â
Your head was still against his shoulder as you spoke quietly. âJust remember youâre not a Quaffle.âÂ
He chuckled, stroking your hair affectionately. âI guess Iâll be the snitch then.âÂ
You smiled, swimming in the feel of the James Potter you knew so well. Later that night, the two of you snuck out like old times, sharing a chocolate milkshake and sending each other glances the whole way home.Â
---Â
Sixth year was a rollercoaster. The map was finished, all the efforts poured out finally receiving an equally impressive outcome with the parchment branded with the names of the Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs and Vixen. Remus had his first kiss and Sirius decided on leaving home and James welcomed him with open arms.Â
The other Marauders were not impartial to the changes in your and Jamesâs behavior. The miniscule changes in his face when you napped on his lap or the flush of your skin when he rustled your hair. In all honesty, it was as though the two of you were finally waking up and seeing what theyâd been seeing all along. However, your own defiance was strong and love wasnât simple. James was still under the impression that his heart beat for Lily Evans and you flirted around your feelings as opposed to finally confronting them.Â
When Gryffindor won the Quidditch season, you were the first one in Jamesâs arms to congratulate him. He spun you around, a large grin on his face. âWe won!âÂ
You smiled. âThat you did, my boy. Celebration calls and are you thinking what Iâm thinking?âÂ
He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. âHmm? Let me guess⊠Firewhiskey?âÂ
âThatâs my boy.â you cheer, linking your arm in his and dragging him off the field as Lily Evans watched the boy she had taken a chance on run off with someone else.
---
Firewhiskey made for a fine celebration and resulted in James and you collapsed on the floor of the Gryffindor common room at two in the morning. His glasses were crooked as he stared up at the ceiling and your hair fell in waves on the floorboards.Â
âBlimey, I canât believe we won.â James chuckled, his words slurring together slightly.Â
âYou deserve it, my boy.â you say, lightly punching his arm. âHow are you feeling on this fine evening?âÂ
His cheeks went pink but a smile overtook his features making for a hilarious expression when he shouted out. âRandy!â Â
You doubled over with laughter. âGosh, James. I donât need to hear about this.â you shove his grinning face with your palm.Â
âWhat, you've never felt randy before?â he asked, a childlike expression on his face juxtaposing such an intrusive question.Â
You hide your embarrassment behind a grin. âYes, but Iâm not going around telling you about it.âÂ
He tapped your nose with the tip of his finger and your stomach swirled. âAnd why not?âÂ
You turned over to your side. âIâm not sure best friends tell each other about being randy, Prongs.âÂ
James sighed. âI guess not. But how are you feeling, my little vixen?âÂ
With a swig of your drink and a grin you reply. âRandy.âÂ
The two of you erupt into fits of laughter. James pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. âI suppose itâs the whiskey then.âÂ
You stare up at the ceiling. âYeah, I suppose so.âÂ
Both of you knew that wasnât the case. You knew that despite the whiskey slowing the gears of your mind you still noticed Jamesâs hand laying by your waist. You could still trace the outline of his chin and the bridge of his nose. James could still see the curve of your lips and the rise of your chest. Firewhiskey was most definitely not the cause of your randiness.Â
But it was the easiest thing to blame.Â
---Â
Your birthday came soon after with the Marauders celebrating in joy. Presents were exchanged with Remus giving you some books, Peter knitted (with the help of his mother) a pair of mittens for you and Sirius had gifted you a record to play on your stereo.Â
But James had to be extravagant. It wasnât everyday his best friend turned seventeen and he marked the occasion with something expensive yet meaningful. When you opened the small box inside had been a silver fox ring. Itâs eyes sparkling gems that twinkled as if blinking.Â
âJames, Iâm going to kill you.â you seethed. âThis is way too expensive. Iâm turning seventeen not fifty.âÂ
He laughed. âOi, woman! Itâs fine. Nothing I couldnât handle. Besides, only the best for you.âÂ
You stared at it once more before engulfing him in a hug. âItâs beautiful, my boy. Thank you.âÂ
His arms squeezed your waist, breathing you in and remembering the sweet smells of childhood and friendship rolled into one. His eyes closed and it was as if he had drifted off into a pleasant dream. âOf course, my little vixen.â
You made certain to flick his head after.Â
He was starting to regret giving it to you already.Â
---
Sixth year came to a close with an even more devastating end than the last. The war only continued to rage with Muggles being murdered miles away from the school, Muggle-borns driving into hiding. Siriusâs brother was slowly falling into line with the other Slytherins, devoting their hours to the torture of Muggleborns, Lord Voldemort and the likes.Â
James left Hogwarts heart-broken when Lily Evans broke up with him on the last day of term. âLook around!â Lily had told him. âYouâre blind, James. Iâm not the person you want and itâd be clear if youâd stop and take a look.âÂ
He hadnât known what she meant and the first week of summer was spent crying and eating ice cream on the sofa with you by his side. His room had become a mess and Lilyâs letters no longer remained on the wall instead crumbled up in a ball in the trash.Â
Euphemia Potter couldnât dread to see her son in the dumps any longer and she made sure to tell him so one evening after you had left.Â
âJames, you need to get your life together, my love.â she whispered, rubbing her sons back reassuringly.Â
His words came out muffled into her neck. âItâs hard.âÂ
âI know.â she soothed. âAnd Iâm always going to be there for you.âÂ
âPromise?â he asked.Â
âPromise.â she smiled. âNow how about you go clean your room. Itâs become quite dirty.âÂ
He nodded, trudging to his room with a broom. Lilyâs words repeated in his mind as he entered. âYouâre blind, James. Look around!â But there was nothing to look for. All he saw was his wall and a soft smile came to his face as he approached it. The Tutshill Tornado banners clung loosely to the paint and drawings of Kneazles and landscapes and trees. Pictures of the Marauders and Gryffindor lions.Â
And finally the ones of you.Â
His fingers ran across the picture in the middle. Four-year old James grinning and you licking a lolly. His eyes moved to the next one, seven years old and flying together on a broomstick. A grin broke out on his face as he saw the one with your owl in Diagon Alley, his fingers flicking your forehead. Jamesâs mind was on hyperdrive as he examined each picture, one common factor in almost all of them.Â
You.Â
You were in many of the photos, a smile adorned on your face. If you werenât in the photos you were the one taking them, knowing how much he adored them. Any pictures that hung were sketched by your hands. Here was James Potterâs open story, the story of his life all plastered to the wall as though it was an empty canvas. Present in every moment, every aspect, had been you. You had been the start of his book, the picture of the two of you as tots still smacked in the middle of the wall. Yes, he realized. You had started his book and had remained in it for quite some time.Â
Lily Evans mustâve noticed and maybe everyone else had too.Â
James had been blind to the message that was sprawled across his wall. He had been the one writing it, maybe not knowingly but writing it out all the same. Everyone had seen it except the writer and his subject, the message painstakingly clear years prior to its conception.Â
He quickly removed all the pictures from the wall, grabbing each one that hung and piling them up in his hand. The door swung open as he dashed out of his room yelling, âIâve got to go, mum!â before running out the front door. The hills of green were illuminated by the night sky, the stars burned for James as he hopped over branches and boulders to get to you.Â
Your house was in the distance, your figure standing a few feet away from the home. He called out to you, your eyes turned to meet his. When he reached you, he paused, catching his breath.Â
âJames, what on Earth are you doing here?â you laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder as he breathed.Â
He stood up straight, panting as he held up a photo. âThis is us when we were four. The first photo we ever took together.âÂ
You squinted at him. âRight?âÂ
He shuffled through the pictures, fingers tracing each one. âAnd this is from when we were seven. That one from when we were ten. You gave me this drawing when we were six because you loved Kneazles and wanted one as a pet. That drawing was from the first year when we went skipping stones at the Black Lake and you sketched me and Peter.âÂ
Your face melts slowly. âJames, I donât understand. Youâve had these for years.âÂ
He exhaled, his eyes lighting up. âThatâs the thing. I never saw it till now but Lily said I was blind and that she wasnât the person I wanted.â You nod, wiping the sweat from his forehead with your sleeve and he grinned. âSee that right there. Thatâs what I want.âÂ
The night air bit at your spine. âYou want me to wipe the sweat from your forehead?âÂ
He shook his head with a soft chuckle. âNot exactly. I want you to wipe the sweat from my forehead for the next year and the next ten and then the next fifty. Youâve been doing it for years already and the thing is⊠I donât think I want anyone else doing it for me.âÂ
You blinked as he came closer, his palms cradling your cheek as you gazed into his eyes. âYouâve been in my life for as long as I could remember and I want you to stay in it for as long as I live. You told me once to not throw around the l-word and I saidâŠâÂ
âBut Iâve known you my whole life.â you mutter.Â
âI think Iâve loved you for a while. I just didnât know it yet.âÂ
You shook your head as the wind rustled the branches, the windchime on your porch creating soft melodies. A large grin spread across your lips yet you continued to shake your head. âThereâs a war, James.âÂ
He smiled. âOnly more the reason to be with me.âÂ
âBut Iâve been with you my whole life.â you tease.Â
âOh, shut up!â he chuckles, before leaning down to capture your lips. At that moment everything made sense. All the pieces of the puzzle sifted into place and the stars applauded you from the sky and the night gale created a ruckus at your shed blindfold.Â
âBe my Snitch?â he asked.Â
You rolled your eyes, âThatâs the cringiest thing youâve ever said, my boy.âÂ
He smirked. âOh, but you love it.âÂ
âPerhaps I do.â you replied, flicking his forehead for good measure.Â
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How Bad is Siaâs âMusicâ really?
I watched it illegally (because there was no way I was paying for that bullshit) and found out. Itâs not as bad as we thought... Itâs worse.
TW for ableism, Sia, drugs, alcohol, just in general a terrible movie, meltdowns, blackface
Literally the first thing you hear while theyâre showing the production companies is THOSE stereotypical noises. If youâve seen the trailer, youâll know what I mean.
And yes, she does this for the WHOLE fucking movie
What was the need to show her in her underwear? Maddie Ziegler was 14 when this was made, so what was the need??? And why did Sia prolong the scene by having her hitting herself?
Less than a minute in and my reaction was already âwhat the fuck is this shit?â
So the opening number not only had stereotypical exaggerated facial expression, it has Maddie in BLACKFACE?!? And with culturally appropriated hair?!?
The exaggerated facial expressions are literally constant and I took photos during the film to show it, more later, but Iâll keep mentioning it
ITS LITERALLY THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME SHE IS ON SCREEN
Even her way of walking is fucking offensive, Jesus Christ
The vocalisations just had me cringing so hard, I cannot describe how awful it made me feel
Why do all the neighbours need to be paid off and help her when she goes for a walk? I donât-
Yes, by about the five minute mark I was already seriously debating all my life decisions. It was that bad.
Kate Hudson really didnât give a fuck that her grandma died
I will keep saying it but WHY are the facial expressions/vocalisations CONSTANT?!! Literally they do not stop at all. I work with a child who is actually similar to this in that heâs nonverbal and he makes similar noises/faces, but the way theyâre in this movie is so over-exaggerated?!? And even the kid I work with doesnât do it 24/7?!?
Sia, calling your characters Zu and Music doesnât make them interesting in the slightest. Theyâre still painfully terrible and one dimensional
Literally ONE minute after being left alone with her autistic sister, Zu calls the mental health service asking if they could âtheoreticallyâ âpick upâ her sister?!? Like she wants to get rid of her already?!?
âA magical little girlâ - autism isnât a magical power?!? And Music is a young woman, not a little girl?!? Why are you infantilising her?!?
Okay Iâm not being funny but this choreography is NOT hard. ANYONE can do it, so claiming that you needed to hire a dancer to be Music because of the numbers is literally bullshit (and even so, there are so many amazing autistic actors and dancers?!?)
20 minutes in and I wanted to give up
So she had her first meltdown because her hair didnât get braided immediately and thatâs... certainly interesting??
The fact that Leslie Odomâs character says âIâm going to crush you nowâ?!?
AND THEN HE FUCKING PICKS HER UP AND FULL-BODILY PINS HER DOWN ONTO THE FLOOR
âIâm crushing her with my loveâ - oh fuck you, just fuck you
So Sia lied, the restraint scenes were NOT removed and there was no warning. Sheâs a fucking POS liar
I have no idea why heâs called Ebo or why he has such a cliche African accent?!? I might have missed out on why because I was busy trying not to bang my head into the table while I watched this film but just... yikes
âHe (his brother) liked to be heldâ - YEAH, HELD. NOT FUCKING CRUSHED
âHe is dead nowâ - IM NOT FUCKING SURPRISED IF YOU CRUSHED HIM LIKE THAT
The constant babying and patronizing of the autistic character is so exhausting to watch. Iâm so tired
âPlanning on sending her to the people pound but I guess Iâll keep her a little longerâ - SHE WAS JOKING BUT THAT WAS NOT EVEN REMOTELY A FUNNY JOKE. NOT EVEN IN AN AWKWARD WAY
STOP THE FACES IM-
^ YEAH, Sia, totally a fucking love letter to the autistic community here ^
So Zu finds this necklace she made as a kid that had a little dog on it, and she says to Music, âHe had seizures too, just like youâ... MELTDOWNS AND SEIZURES ARE NOT EVEN REMOTELY THE SAME FUCK THIS MOVIE-
Itâs like Sia is trying to make the movie funny but itâs really not at all
Is Zu implying that Music is autistic because the mum was a junkie?!?
For real though, the dialogue in general is so fucking awful and cringey. Whoever wrote this should never be allowed to write again
Did she seriously leave her autistic sister alone to talk to who Iâm presuming was her dealer or loan shark?!?
Also why is he - a white dude - wearing cornrows?!?
So who is the film really about? The autistic girl or the older sister saviour? I think we all know the answer to that one
WHY IS SHE WALKING AROUND WITH HER TEETH JUTTING OUT LIKE THAT ALL THE TIME
The musical numbers are literally so painful to watch. The overly bright colours, the flashing... my eyes were hurting and so was my brain
Autism representation aside for a second, the musical numbers/choreography are all fucking atrocious. Ditto for the costumes
LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WERE THE PINK OOMPA LOOMPA FRUIT THINGS?!? THEY LOOK LIKE THE PINK VERSIONS OF VIOLET BEAUREGARDE THE BLUEBERRY
I wanted to cry by this point, this movie is far more awful than I thought
âIâm not saying she doesnât want to change, Iâm saying she canâtâ - FUCK YOU. Why is it okay for him to assume what she can or canât do
Can I just say that autistic people arenât constantly in a coked up wonderland state?!! We donât see the world as a wonderland fantasy world 24/7?!!
âShe can hear you from two rooms awayâ / *shows her listening through two brick walls to a conversation* â Also, we donât have super fucking sonic hearing?? WE CANT HEAR THROUGH FUCKING BRICK WALLS?!?
âShe can understand everything youâre saying to herâ - sheâs autistic not fucking deaf
Less than 45 minutes in, thereâs another meltdown in the park
âIâm not climbing on top of a small screaming white girl in publicâ - yeah please fucking donât
So Zu fucking pins her down with her weight đ€Šââïž
âShe doesnât know who sheâs hittingâ - IM SORRY WHAT
EBO LITERALLY SAID âTREAT HER LIKE A BEARâ when talking her through the prone restraint, I fucking CANNOT
âTell her sheâs safeâ - NOT IF YOU FUCKING RESTRAIN HER LIKE THAT SHE IS NOT
The fact that she gets up, smiling and happy after a meltdown and immediately is excited to get a snow cone... I can honestly say that after a meltdown, I am in no way happy or smiling. I am often not very verbal and Iâm withdrawn/not myself for at least several hours, usually the rest of the day. Fuck this film
This film is literally just about Zu, and Music is there for a plot device to give her character development. Thatâs all sheâs there for.
Love how Sia shoehorned Zu being suicidal in there. You know, just to try and make her more easy to sympathize with (it doesnât work)
This film is literally just a 1 hour 47 minute Sia music video with ZERO plot
WHY WERE THEY WEARING PILLOW DIAPERS IN ONE NUMBER-
I really did not feel into the side plot with that guy who was fighting but it was still better than the actual movie so...
I am SO DONE with the NON STOP CONSTANT vocal shit. So tired.
LOJâs only role in this film is to be the stereotypical wise black guy who assists a white womanâs story. Thereâs like hardly any other depth there
The Ebo/Zu romance is so fucking stupid and pointless and out of NOWHERE. I couldnât even tell if they were into each other or not
I was already so bored of the musical numbers by this point. They added NOTHING to the plot but they pretended they did, and I was so over it. And itâs not because Iâm not âcreative enoughâ or anything to understand, I love musicals and I think it could have been cool if done right... but it wasnât. They were a mess. Itâs just bad.
Sia really tried to pretend her movie was deep but really itâs a shallow mess
So Zu is meeting rich drug clients and says to Music âtry not to have one of your freak outs up thereâ and âif you could try to get it out nowâ... FUCKING YIKES. Itâs not an on/off button, shut the fuck up
YEP THIS WAS THE SIA CAMEO FUCK THAT BITCH
The fact that she just calls âDRUG DEALER?!? DRUG DEALER IS THAT YOUâ, fucking end this please-
I fucking hate this bitch Iâm dead serious
âWeâre gonna send them to Haiti cause thereâs been an earthquake. All these buildings fell down, childrenâs bones were dislocatedâ - WHY WAS SHE SO CHEERFUL ABOUT IT
âGonna buy a shit load of pain meds, gonna but them on my private planeâ - FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU
âPop stars without bordersâ - Sia thinks sheâs so clever but I would give anything to punch her I swear-
ANOTHER MUSICAL NUMBER JUST STOP IM BEGGING YOU
Thereâs this awkward conversation/bit with Zu and her drug dealer/loanshark about his outfit that was clearly meant to be funny but was just flat and painful
Yep, Sia really showed Music eating chewing gum off the underside of a park bench. Of course.
Look, the kid I work with does similar stuff by putting literally anything and everything in his mouth but like... why would you put that in your movie?
And thereâs no indication before this that Music puts everything and anything in her mouth, she just randomly decides to get on her knees, under the bench and eat chewing gum, like she calculates that itâs there and gets it???
She has a THIRD meltdown after an allergic reaction to a bee sting and her sister just yells at her before realizing... Iâm not here for this movie, I feel like I drifted off and was not really there
So Zu got angry because she left the drugs at the park but sheâs not that upset that her sister had an allergic reaction???
Zu gets absolutely drunk because a) she lost Siaâs drugs and b) sheâs stressed out by her autistic sister... wow, great message, Sia!
She really fucked off and left her sister alone to go clubbing/on a bender
The less said about the musical number here the better
Siaâs movie also checks the box of having stereotypical Asian parents, specifically stereotypical Asian dad being harsh/angry and hitting his wife!
ALSO HE PUSHED AND KILLED HIS SON WTF IS HAPPENING
Less than 3 minutes after the last, thereâs a musical number that I think was about this side character going to heaven... another shitty Sia-esque number
The patterns during the number made my brain hurt.
Also there are so many autistic actors who can also dance, and yet Sia chose the neurotypical one because âš N E P O T I S M âš
I just want to know how it was deemed necessary to show the fact the autistic character peed/wet herself? I mean... ??? Itâs just so undignified and not at all necessary to the plot. Nothing happens after that, it just moves onto the next scene and it didnât do anything
âI have no oneâ - 1) YOUR FUCKING SISTER. 2) GEE I FUCKING WONDER WHY, couldnât be that youâre a shitty human being?!?
Thereâs a scene where Music is walking and she does ALL the stereotypical behaviours at once... just YIKES
Zu somehow stopped another meltdown just by grabbing Music by the shoulders and sitting her down???
Aaand yep. Another shitty musical number
Zu really goes to put her sister in a fucking facility and claims itâll be âbetter for herâ - BULLSHIT. Better for Zu, maybe, not Music.
Ah yes - the girl who the characters have said has problems with routines being changed/change in general... youâre now going to fuck up her routine by dumping her in a facility. Perfect Plan.
The nonverbal autistic girl suddenly speaking to say âdonât goâ - you can just predict it from the off, canât you?
Love that as soon as Music starts talking, Zu is like âfuck it, Iâll keep her!â
Zu really went and crashed Eboâs brothers wedding... in a fucking bralette... YIKES
âI almost gave Music awayâ - SHE IS NOT A DOG YOU DONT GIVE PEOPLE AWAY
âWe should sing a songâ - PLEASE DO FUCKING NOT
Also that kiss/romance montage between Zu and Ebo was the CRINGIEST fucking shit ever
This movie seems to be implying that Music has locked in syndrome or something, like sheâs locked in her own head or whatever itâs called, and I just... *sigh*
Oh and now Music magically fucking sings in a room FULL of strangers... this is literally embarrassing, please let this end
I mean it, this movie was fucking painful to watch on ever level
She got a service dog puppy which... okay?
Oh look, itâs the only decent song on the soundtrack but with an absolutely shitty over-stimulatory music video with the credits!
I can only name 5 characters in this film. Maybe 7 at a push, but even then I would be guessing
AND YEP SHE THANKED AUTISM SPEAKS OVER THE CREDITS. FUCK YOU SIA đđ»
Let me reiterate: this is a movie about a neurotypical former drug addict whose character development comes from the autistic character, from having an autistic sister she has to take care of. Iâm so tired.
We are NOT plot devices or tools for character development. Not once does anyone in this film treat Music like a human being - sheâs treated as a burden, a problem, and then like a pet that they decide to keep. Not once is the film focused on how she is feeling - itâs always about Zu or Ebo. The performance itself was so over exaggerated and it made me want to cry when I watched it because this is how the world sees us, and this movie will make it ten times worse. Itâs stuff like this that made me think âI donât want to be labelled as autistic because people will think Iâm a certain wayâ, that made me wait so long before going to the GP to get a referral.
As I said, poor autistic representation aside, the movie is just so appallingly bad. It truly is one of the worst films Iâve watched. If youâre going to watch it, please donât - or, if you want to because you want to see how bad it is/to raise awareness/critical posts, at least do it illegally. Do not give Sia your money.
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hi hiii sweet angel, im here to christen your new blog with a lil request heheheeeâĄ
may i pls request some sexcii times with possessive!baku? i can't stop thinking ab how dreamy it wud be to be his lil princess n to hear him say "you're mine" when he's fucking u dumbđ©đ©đ©
he makes my heart n coochie go adsgdcbsvdvshsfgs yknow????
hehehe tyyyy,, luv u babieeeeeeâĄ
amy amy amy amy amy amy!! i love u! i hope you enjoy this...i sure enjoyed writing it eheheheheÂ
warnings: unprotected vaginal sex, very light choking/breathplay, possessive bakugo is possessive
It doesnât matter if the entire world knows youâre together. It doesnât matter if you have his name tattooed on your forehead. You could wear a nametag cementing you as his, for all he cared.Â
The only thing Bakugo really needed was to be balls deep in your drenched and clenching cunt, hearing your slutty, needy little whines telling him how good he is, and how you belong to him and no one else. He can say it all he wants, and he does. Tells you every day that âyouâre mineâ. Doesnât hold as much weight as when you say it to him, though.
And nothing makes him harder.Â
When he comes home that day, heâs exhausted, but wound so tightly that resting or going to sleep isnât an option; this is tremendously frustrating for him, but he knew this would happen. After a chaotic, stressful, and downright irritating week at his agency, he knew that, weekend or not, heâd still be wound too tightly to relax.Â
Youâre the first thing he sees when he comes inside your home. Standing at the sink in a cute, frilly pink apron that drove him positively mad with desire. You were dressed in normal house clothes, shorts and a t-shirt, but the sight lit a fire inside his gut that could only be doused by pumping you full of cum.Â
You hear the door shut and turn, looking over your shoulder at him and giving him a smile. Beautiful, loving eyes, excited smile; you feel pleasantly warm inside. Katsukiâs heart is flooded with affection for you as your eyes meet his, and it does nothing to soothe the stiffy forming in his pants.Â
âFuck.âÂ
You blink in surprise, a short chuckle leaving your lips at his comment.Â
âWanna give me some more details there, bud?â you ask, wiping your sudsy hands on your apron as you turn to face him fully now, tilting your head in curiosity.Â
Why did you have to look so fuckable all the time?
âYouâre fucking beautiful,â he mumbles as heat rises on his cheeks.Â
You blink in surprise once more, the warmth through your body turning into heat as you tilt your head downwards a bit, a shy smile tugging at your mouth as you grow bashful.Â
âI⊠not even done up or anythingâŠâ Youâre distinctly aware now that you chose not to shower that morning, that thereâs no makeup on your face, and that your hair probably looks messy. Youâre aware that the shorts youâre wearing have floured handprints smeared on them from baking the day before, and your shirt is too big and has suspicious stains all over, likely from hair dye and painting experiments.Â
Beautiful isnât something you feel at the moment. But thatâs not how Katsuki sees it. He sees his wife, pretty and sweet and full of life. He sees you comfortable in your clothes, in your habits, and in your home together. The adoration that lit inside him so many years ago, when he first met you, still burns strong, and has never wavered or weakened- if anything, itâs become even stronger.Â
âI donât care about that,â he responds, toeing his shoes off by the door and finally stepping into the kitchen. âYou donât have to be done up for me to think youâre beautiful.âÂ
His voice is soft, despite the fact heâs hardening more with each passing second, despite the fact that his body is humming with a heavy need to bend you over the counter and fuck your brains out onto it. Bakugo walks to you, cupping your face in his hands and pulling you in for a soft kiss. Your mouth tastes like the coffee youâd just finished; his tastes like sharp, minty bubble gum. It only takes a second before you melt into him.Â
âYouâre mine,â he murmurs, voice low but soft, as he pulls away and looks down at you, eyes dark. He kisses you again, lips claiming yours.Â
All you can do is nod along to him dumbly, kissing him back with as much gusto and need as he uses while heâs kissing you.Â
Each passing second with his lips on yours only makes his need grow into a frantic, almost feral feeling in his chest.Â
Heâs not quite sure how he gets you to the couch; the only coherent thought in his brain regarding how much he wants to fuck you, and how he wants to look at you while he does it, and how the kitchen counter just wont do for something like that. Your apron is discarded and your shorts torn off as Katsuki flings them somewhere off into the living room.Â
He kisses your neck, sucking on sharp, purple marks, each one satisfying the growing urge inside him. The urge to make you his, as if you werenât already, and he canât wait anymore. Your body is so warm underneath his hands, so needy for him and what he can give you- what only he can give you. No other person ever could make you feel the way Katsuki does. He knows that. He wants to make damn sure you never forget that, either.Â
Your hot, wet walls around his cock feel like home. His big hands hold your thighs apart, pinning them down on the couch as he presses in. You moan in pleasure, feeling full and perfect and good under your husbandâs watchful care. He is always sure to take care of you, to make you feel so good, to give you what you really want.Â
Heâs got himself so worked up, heâs got you so worked up, that it isnât long before your breath is hitching, and so is his. And who could blame either of you? His cock, thick and veiny, dragging along your sensitive walls, pressing against all the special little spots that you can never reach with your fingers- the little spots that toys never fully satisfy because theyâre not him.Â
âWho do you belong to?â he pants, breath fanning over your flushed face as he continues rocking his hips into your cunt with brutal force.Â
âYuh- yuh- you!â you wail, tears pricking your eyes. Each thrust pushes you nearer to your orgasm and youâre sure that it will only be a moment, a few more thrusts, before youâre cumming on his cock.Â
His large, calloused, warm hand closes around your throat firmly, not enough to impede your breathing, but enough to get your attention. Enough to excite you.Â
âTell me,â he growls.Â
âIâm yours! Iâm yours, Iâm yours, Iâm yours!âÂ
Moments later, with his thumb rubbing your clit and his hips driving into your cunt, you cum so hard that it takes your breath away and completely envelopes your body in pleasure, causing each nerve to sing with it. His orgasm comes soon after. In the glow of it all, itâs quite apparent to the both of you: thereâs no one youâd rather belong to.
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The love story, Bakugou x reader
A/n i've decided to start writing a fic, it will me a bakugou katsuki x reader, fantasy au, they both are going to be in a tribe and the fic will be about bakugou and how he's competing for Y/n's love (not really but well) the story will also be on wattpad, same username lol lets just get started right??
Pairings: Bakugou x reader
Tags: fluff, angst, romance(?), ligh smut in later chapters
word count: 1054 words
Chapter: 1/??
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The horn blew through the whole village. Waking anyone who wasn't already awake. The horns purpose was to signal when the mating season had started. Everyone now knew that the festival would start in about an hour, they would then blow the horn again. Each mating season started with a party, it was a chance to relax and to have fun. The season could be very stressful, and filled with excitement, sexual excitement. Right after the mating season came the actually mating part. The mating season included competitions with the alphas, although it wasn't the typical alpha and omega thing. A few betas would join too but omegas never joined. Alphas is just what the tribe described the warriors as. They also hunted the most, and protected the tribe from outside dangers. Betas was the 'fixers' of the village, they were more neutral and mostly fixed everyones problems. They also harvested berries and simpler things. The omegas, was the babysitters, the moms of the tribe. But just because of the titles, doesn't mean they controlled anyone. Everyone chose what they wanted to be.
You woke up, early as always, ready for the day to begin when you heard the horn. You had completely forgotten about the mating season. The only think you thought of was that the alphas was back. They had been on, one of the longest hunt, and the mating season had been pushed back. Almost all of the betas had also been with them. Running down to the centre of the village, you spotted the alphas back. Being the same age as them, you all played together as children, meaning you were friends with them. The first alpha you spotted was Mina, throwing yourself at her, you nearly toppled both of you to the ground.
"Y/n! I've missed you! How have you been?" Mina hugged you as she asked her questions. She held your hands while looking around. "Are you excited for the mating season?" she wiggled her eyebrows.
"I don't know... maybe?" you carefully asked, watching her reaction.
Before she could respond, strong arms hugged you from behind. You burst out in laughter, already knowing who it was.
"Eijirooo! Stop! You'er crushing me!" Turning around, you met Kirishimas eyes. You both smiled and laughed, missing each other. After all, you both were best friends while being kids. After talking for a few minutes, you both moved on to other business. Him having to help move the big load of deer and bear, you wanting to meet the others.
As you went on to search for the others, you saw him. Bakugou Katsuki stood out like a sore thumb, talking to a few of the more 'important' people. He stood and gloated, a pridefull smirk plastered on his face. Accepting and not thanking anyone for the compliments he got. When he turned around, you noticed he was hurt, his arm looked to be broken. It hung around his neck with the help of a cloth. When you looked up, you realized he was staring at you and had caught you staring at him. You slightly blushed and he only smirked. You walked forward, and only glanced at his eyes now and then. It was strange between you two, you played together while being children. There was also a period of time, you both were really close, but then he stopped being with you. You never knew why, but you stopped questioning it a while ago.
Finally you stood in front of him, you looked up and softly smiled at him. He had a little smirk but otherwise looked disinterested. He was a few inches taller than you, he had a thick fur covering his shoulder. But otherwise he wore nothing else then pants, he also had a necklace with teeth hanging on it. A few more teeth decorated it than last time.
"So... Hi Bakugou" for some reason, he was the only one out of your friends you called by their last name. Did he even consider you as his friend? "I heard the hunt went well.. and.. how are you?" you softly chuckled. He only stared down at you, he finally opened his mouth to say something when-
BEEEEEP , (a/n the horn is supposed to sound like a foghorn?? i dont know how to describe it lol)
He simply closed his mouth and looked at the little scene to the right, well his left, your right. At the scene stood the tribe leader, Bakugou Mitsuki. She waited for everyone to be silent and then cleared her throat.
"Everyone! We'er finally back from the hunt! We now have food for the rest of the year! Now I know the mating season has been pushed back... but it has finally begun! Let us start the festival!"
Mitsukis voice boomed over the crowd, as she finished her short speech, the crowd let out a roar of excitement. After that music had started and people broke out dancing. You glanced at Bakugou again and blushed. He simply stared at you, his eyes staring into your own. He was a lot closer than you remembered, and you could smell him. He smelled like, a fire camp and of blood. Surprisingly it doesn't disgust you, it was kinda comforting. Bakugou opened his mouth to speak when Denki and Kyoto wandered over to you two.
"Yoo! Y/n! How's it going?" Denki laughed and smiled, his arm dangled over Kyotos shoulders. She blushed slightly and smiled at you.
"You guys look happy... why?" you smiled smugly at her, waiting for the answer. But you already knew the answer. The couple had pinned after each other the whole year, so it was no suprise.
"Well.. you see-" Kyoto started.
"I'm going to compete for Kyoto!" Denki happily slurred, pulling Kyoto to him and giving her a light kiss on her cheek. Kyoto burst out blushing, yelling at Denki, hitting his shoulder while he hugged her.
"I'm so happy for you guys!" You laughed and hugged them both. You didn't notice Bakugous sour expression when you hugged Denki. Looking at them, you noticed that Kyoto was a blushing mess, and Denki was a drunk mess, except he hadn't drank anything.
a/n sooo firts chapterrr, a bit nervous because im gonna try to make this a long ass ficc lol
#prince bakugou katsuki#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#bakugou x you#bakugouprince#lightomegaverse#fantasay au#bakugou smut#mha smut#bnha#bnha eijiro kirishima#bnha mina#kaminari#kyoto#bakusquad
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12 Anti LO Asks
1. its victim blaming of hades to tell minthe its HER fault she "couldnt get over him". like? you lied to her! youre the one who blurred the lines to date her! you were just as toxic to her if not more so by controlling where she lives and her job, all while never defending her to your cruel family! you had all the power over her while she had nothing! you dumped her for a 19 year old and dont care she crippled minthe! i wont excuse minthe's actions, but hades is ultimately the worse of the two IMO
2. you know why fans claimed "Minthe should've reacted better"? since the first episode Rachel has been drilling into their heads Minthe is an irredeemable monster, and her not bending over backwards to H/P means she deserves the absolute worst. Minthe reacting how anyone logically would doesn't matter when LO is designed to coddle H/P, and anyone against them must suffer for it, even if the victim to H/P's actions. they never wanted her to be "redeemed", they want her head on a silver platter.
3. i know this is not what she intended bc the only characterization rachel has of hxp is "the best over everything" but uh, does she know having hades control all the petroleum and gasses and whatever else is actively destroying the planet, right? like hes helping the very thing persephone draws her power from and what she's connected to be destroyed to appease hes need for wealth and power. its kinda gross hes being romanticized while he commits horrible acts like this for his bank account.
4. its not impossible to go opposite in their original myth personalities and still have it work. like in hades game, sisyphus is one of the most likable characters, achilles is gentle and kind, ares is calm and rational, etc, but it makes sense within the context of the story. LO in comparison goes "all these loving mothers are evil because i said so! this beloved god is now evil because i said so! minthe is evil because i said so!" and that's about it in terms of logic to these wild changes.
5. I can kinda get behind anon's theory about the flower nymphs looking like P to help her be undetected, the problem is there are also unrelated women in comic who are bright pink and look just like her, with hades even confusing them for her! if i had to bet the only reason they look like that is because rachel just wanted daphne to look like her to hammer home apollo is "obsessed" with P and to fake them as her "real family" over demeter. also just laziness in designing characters in general.
6. its weird hades and persephone are well aware what they're doing is bad even openly admitting it and yet the narrative is so hellbent on excusing their bad actions?? like hades being the major toxic factor in his relationship to minthe, persephone killing people, or hades wanting to bone an eternal 19 year old? like rachel you know thats not how character growth works, right? you cant show they have horrible flaws and leave them to never grow and learn from it, that's not good writing at all.
7. what i also dont get is the hierarchy makes no sense? like zeus is framed as the top god, but that would mean hades cant be the most important man ever so rachel also made him equal rank with zeus (and i guess poseidon too) so?? how does zeus have all that power over them then if theyre all equal? is it because zeus swallowed metis? Â also how are the fertility goddess so powerful and rare yet so easily taken down? how are they overpowered and super weak at the same time? i just dont get it.
8. Re reading chapter 144 and other anon is right we do see the pomegranate pin on Hades outfit (so Hades gifts it to her)
But also some things to note
During the makeout session persy begins to disappear in butterfly form and hades is like "no don't leave!" And he grabs her, preventing her from leaving. Which is..kinda Ick considering they were on their way to having (public) sex and he doesn't want her to leave which seems like he's not really respecting her boundaries? (because if she does he'll "be lonely")
The pomegranate pin is Hades' to begin with so technically one of Persephones symbols is not hers (yes I know in the original myth she ate it in the underworld / was forced to eat it but still its supposed to be her symbol)
Hades notes that he "doesn't want to overstep his boundaries as host" because Persephone is a guest (too late for that)
Persephones main concern (after what a week or 2?) after being raped is when Hades wants to stop her reaction is "dont you want me anymore?"
Girl you aren't even dating ...??
Persy's literal one and only concern is that she thinks if she doesnt sleep with Hades right then or when/if he wants to that "she wont be able to give him what hes used to" ... Which is reinforcing that she went to therapy to get "over being blocked" in regards to having sex
Although Hades does mention that she shouldn't feel like she needs to please him and that a kiss can just be a kiss which would be nice
(And yet his thinking of marrying her amd he's known her for 2, 3 weeks? ... And he says "the beginning of a new relationship is exciting and scary" so hes basically indicating thay their dating at this point, I think?)
And later the nymphs in the store are like "do you wanna be the dominatrix of the bedroom?? Buy this lingerie!" And persy does. So??
Meanwhile Demeter is very worried for her daughter who is busy sitting in Hades lap in a pool.Â
9. Can we talk about how anons are making fucking flow charts for the LO Timeline cause it's so ridiculously jumbled?
10. im not even against rushed relationships, ive known actual couples who met and were married all within the same year and it worked out great, the difference though is these were people who had their own lives and previous relationships. the issue with LO is RS designed it so Persephone can NEVER have relationships or a life outside of Hades, and if they did get married offscreen, it's framing their marriage in a toxic and unbalanced light. That's not a romance, it's a disaster waiting to happen.
11. i feel like there's a difference between drawing an interesting hooked/aquiline nose versus whatever the hell RS puts on Hades' face. It honestly looks like he's in between morphing into a bird half the time since it just looks like a beak over an actual facial feature.
12. are there shareholders or a board of advisors or something at underworld corp? because if there is id say they have more than enough reason to kick hades out and strip him of his titles/shares because of all the shit he's caused by being guided by his broken pp over thinking with his head. liking dating TWO employees? and getting one of them phsyically crippled by the other bc he can't be honest with either of them and she's a walking time bomb? he's a walking HR nightmare.
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