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kooppss · 2 months ago

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Bad Decisions

Sexy Disasters With Feelings series masterlist

Congrats! It’s a series!👶🏻 Things are starting to get messy—or messier than they already were. But don’t expect too much from these two; they’re still idiots. They keep playing games. A different game? Maybe.

warnings: cursing, immature behavior.

Word count: 2.8k

Fucking hell.

How the hell did you find yourself in this situation?

Ever since Jungkook told you he’s ‘thirsty’ for you, the fuck that means, you’ve done all you could to avoid him. It’s been a couple of days, and right now, you’re hiding in your room like you’re twelve.

Absolutely embarrassing.

Your friends had told you it’s a bad idea to move in with the hot fuckboy. That it can’t end well. But you were determined it’ll be fine.

Stupid stupid stupid.

In your defense, it’s not easy to find a nice place at a good location with a decent price. The apartment is old and small, but it’s kept in good condition, and Jungkook is surprisingly clean and organized.

Also, you felt like changing your environment after living with female roommates for the last couple of years. And with your limited budget, it felt like an opportunity you can’t miss.

So you went for it.

Of course, you found Jungkook attractive. And, of course, it was obvious from the moment you met him that he was a classic fuckboy. But you thought you had an unspoken agreement between the two of you—that hooking up would be a bad idea. That the relationship should stay completely platonic.

In the beginning, it seemed to work. You caught Jungkook checking you here and there, and it’s not like you cared.

Well, maybe you were a little flattered. Just a little.

But overall, you kept a coldish-friendly relationship.

With time, you did get closer; you hung around with his friends, and he with yours. Sometimes, you spend the evening sharing dinners and watching TV together. But it wasn’t anything more than that.

That was true until recently. Something has changed.

Jungkook is more flirty and daring. It’s no longer a simple roommate friendliness. It’s teasing and smirking. Going around shirtless and throwing compliments. Saying he’s ‘thirsty.’

God, what he wants from you?

What twisted game he’s playing?

Doesn’t he know you can’t afford to lose this place? That it’ll crush your big-girl-handling-it-all-by-herself dream?

That little shit.

And it’s not like you’re looking to get involved with the poster child of being a fuckboy. You’re past your college years, and you learned your lessons. You’re not looking for this kind of drama in your life. You’re over playing with boys; you need to find a man.

And Jungkook isn’t one.

Oh, god.

Who are you kidding with this pathetic monologue?

Like you didn’t play right into his stupid game.

What are you talking about wanting a ‘man’ but entertaining Jungkook’s childish games?

What the hell were you thinking? Playing along with his teasing? Where did you think it’ll lead you? To hell?

What good did it do to post that picture?

You knew he was checking your profile. He made sure of it.

You know he knows that you know.

And now, here you are, hiding in your room, like a scardey cat.

When you finished showering, you heard Jungkook return to the apartment and ran directly to your room.

You heard him taking a shower, and now you can hear him in the kitchen. You smell something cooking. Fuck, it smells good, and you're hungry. Stupid Jungkook and his stupid cooking skills.

He’ll share it with you if you’ll go out there.

Should you risk it and go out of your hideout, or should you starve to death?

Death doesn’t sound like the worst option, actually.

Your stomach growls.

Shit.

Maybe he’ll finish eating and go to bed, and he’ll leave you some leftovers, and you won’t have to die because you refuse to fuck another fuckboy.

You try to listen closely. Are you having hunger hallucinations, or do you actually hear another voice?

You hear a loud laugh, definitely not Jungkook’s laugh. But it’s a guy’s laugh, for sure.

Your stomach growls even louder, and you start to feel nauseous. Maybe going out now, when there’s a third person with you, is relatively safe. It’s not like he can do something when there’s another person there, right? Also, if he is having friends over, he’ll not be going to his room anytime soon. So unless you’re still considering death, you have to eat.

And you think you are really going to die. And it’ll be embarrassing that he’ll find you dead in your room. What will the headline be?

‘Death by starvation; the unknown dangers of fuckboys’

Hell no.

You brave yourself and go to the kitchen.

Jungkook is standing by the stoves, steering something that smells delicious. From a brief look, it looks like some kind of fried rice concoction. Leaning on the counter by his side, you see his friend Hoseok, Hobi. His friend from college. He’s a friendly, handsome guy with a beautiful smile and a contagious laugh. You’re always unsure if he’s flirting with you or just extra friendly because you’re Jungkook’s roommate. He spots you and jumps to hug you, “Y/n! Long time no see. How are you?” You take a step back from his hug and see Jungkook looking over his shoulder with a smirk.

That little shit.

You want to punch his stupid face. But you ignore him instead; you’re not going to play with him any longer.

“I’m good. Same old shit. How are you?” you ask Hobi with a smile.

“I’m awesome. I just got back from a trip to Mexico. It was amazing. You should definitely go there. Have you ever been to Mexico?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer as he continues to talk. “The beaches there are amazing on another level. But it was so hot. On the first day, I got completely sunburned. I looked like a tomato the whole time.” He’s laughing while fishing his phone to show you the pictures.

It does look amazing, and he is comically red in the photos. You definitely don’t have the funds to travel to Mexico anytime soon. Yet, it’s nice to dream. Maybe one day.

He scrolls past his photos and gets to a picture of a nice apartment. A really nice apartment.

“Is this your new place?” you look up at him as you ask.

He nods enthusiastly, “Yes, I just moved in. You should come over sometime.” And there’s something teasing in his voice.

Before you can answer, Jungkook abruptly says, “Are you eating with us?” in a too-loud voice while he’s watching you. His nostrils are flared and he clutches the wooden spoon with unnecessary strength.

Oh.

He’s mad.

He didn’t like Hobi making a move. That’s nice..

Nope.

No.

No way. You said you’re not playing this game.

Instead, you answer plainly, “If there’s enough for me, yeah, sure.” Like you didn’t just come out of your hideout just for the food. Like he doesn’t know it as well.

Hobi is looking a little taken aback by Jungkook’s reaction. His eyes shift between you and Jungkook like he's trying to figure out something. But there’s nothing to figure out because nothing is going on.

Nothing at all.

Jungkook nods. He scolds his features into a calm expression and says in a more normal tone, “It’ll be ready in a few minutes. Take some bowls to the living room?”

You silently move to the cabinet to grab three bowls and give them to Hobi before moving to take some spoons.

You sit beside Hobi on the couch as he looks for something to watch while you eat.

He chooses some reality dating show he says is a ‘must watch,’ and he starts the episode before Jungkook returns, saying with a smile, “It’s not his thing anyway.”

You laugh because, of course, Jungkook will think he’s too manly to watch something like that.

After a few minutes, Jungkook comes to the living room with a steaming pot. He places it on the coffee table, takes one bowl, and pours a portion. You lean forward to serve yourself when he hands you the bowl he prepared. It takes you a moment to respond, but you take it as he shoves it into your hands. He then makes another bowl and hands it to Hobi before sitting on your other side with his own plate.

Hobi stands up and says, “I forgot the beer. Who want some?” You nod, and he goes into the kitchen.

You take a first bite of the food, and you don’t know if it’s because you're so hungry, but it’s fucking amazing. You let out an embarrassing moan, and you say, “fuck, this is so good.”

Before you understand your mistake, you see Jungkook smiling by your side. But it’s not his infuriating smirk or a teasing grin. It’s a genuine, almost boyish smile. He looks so different, so soft like that. Big eyes sparkling with joy. You quickly avert your eyes down to your bowl. Because it does something to you. You feel your stomach moving, and you hope it’s from hunger.

“Thank you,” he says, and again, it’s not teasing like you expect. He just sounds happy. He sounds pleased. And you don’t know what to do with that. He softly continues, “I can teach you how to make it.”

What the fuck is going on?

Before you can replay, Hobi returns with the beer.

You all sit and eat, watching the show. While you and Hobi place bets on who will end up together, Jungkook complains that the show is stupid, and ‘Who the fuck is going to reality show to find love?’ Valid point, but he just doesn’t get the pure joy of judging others’ mistakes. At least he is back to his usual self, which is better, safer.

When you all finish eating, the guys choose a game to play.

“Is it okay with you?” Jungkook asks you.

You look at him, frowning. The question surprises you because why does he care? They can do whatever they want.

“We can watch something if you don’t feel like it,” he continues before you answer.

WTF?

“I’m not really a gamer, but I don’t mind. I can watch you lose.”

Jungkook giggles, and again, it’s not his usual cocky chuckle. It’s a cute giggle.

Ah?

Jungkook? Cute?

A description you never thought you’ll use for him. That you shouldn’t use.

“Come on, I’ll show you how to play,” he nudges you with his elbow. Before he says with a smirk, “so I can beat your ass.”

Aaaand he returns to his usual annoying self. Good.

Hobi burst laughing, reminding you he’s still there, “Just choose already who I beat first, you losers.”

“In your dreams, Hoba,” Jungkook says as he sets up a match.

They’re playing a Dragon Ball one-on-one fighting game. They play a few rounds before Jungkook insists you join them. He shows you how to play, but you fail miserably. Not managing to win a single game after the first mercy round.

It’s still fun.

You trash-talk each other, even if yours is void of substance.

After another round you lose to Hobi; there’s a knock. Jungkook goes to open the door and returns with Jimin.

Jimin comes to the living room while Jungkook goes to the kitchen to bring him a beer.

“Y/n! Good to see you,” Jimin greets you with a hug. He’s also Jungkook’s friend from college. Probably your favorite one. He is cute and flirty.

And completely gay.

“What are you doing with these two losers?” he asks as he takes the seat beside you. You giggle when Jungkook returns, putting the beer on the table as he answers in your place, “Lossing miserably,” looking at you with his annoying smirk.

You flip him off, “Fuck you.”

He flops on the armchair, taking a sip from his beer.

“You wish,” he says with a pleased smirk.

You roll your eyes, making a disgusted sound, “Eugh, I wouldn’t touch you with a stick.”

Jungkook and Hobi laugh, and Jimin squeezes your shoulders, “Cuties.”

You give him a death glare and shrug him off, “Fuck you too.”

He leans back onto the sofa, taking a long sip. “No thanks, I just did,” he says with a huge smile.

You make a more dramatic, disgusted sound, and you shiver. “Ewe, don’t spread your STDs on me,” you say as you dust the imaginary diseases off your shoulders.

“Don’t be sour because you’re jealous,” Jungkook says.

You could strangle him, you swear.

You squint your eyes at him, and he returns a fake glare at you, but he’s still smiling.

“From the bottom of my heart, fuck you,” you bark at him.

He leans forward in his chair, looking at you with a growing smirk, “From the bottom of my ass, you wish.”

Jimin grabs the controller from your hands. “Okay, love birds. What are we playing?” and he starts another match.

After a few more rounds and some more losing, Jungkook stretches and gets up, “Who wants another beer?” Both you and Hobi ask for another, and he goes to the kitchen. Jimin gets up as well, “I’ll come help.”

“So, are you seeing someone?” Hoseok asks when Jungkook and Jimin are out of earshot.

You turn to look at him, and you realize he’s sitting close. Closer than before.

His gaze is intense on you, making you stutter a little when you answer, “N-No.”

He nods several times, like he’s processing, and then continues, “Is there something going between you and your roomie?” He asks with a smirk.

“Jungkook?” you ask with a scoff. “No,” you add fast, firmly. Hoping you sound confident rather than guilty.

He tilts his head to the side, keeping his gaze on you, challenging you. His tone is borderline mocking. “Sure ‘bout that?”

You thought you liked Hobi, but you guess he’s still Jungkook’s friend. Something has to be fucked up about him.

“Yeah?” you give a disgusted look. Because frankly? It’s disgusting, assuming you’re involved in any way with Jungkook.

He straightens his head, smiling wider but without losing the teasing spark of it. He leans even closer, and you can smell his expensive cologne and the beer in his breath.

“So you definitely should come over to my place sometime.”

Before you can answer, Jungkook comes from behind you, forcefully shoving a beer into Hobi's hands and practically pushing him back. You don’t know what he heard, but he doesn’t seem pleased. On the other hand, Hobi looks delighted. Saying a mocking “Thanks, Kook” as he sips.

Jimin is placing a beer on the table in front of you, barely stifling a giggle. You say a quiet “Thanks.” This time, Jimin sits on the armchair as Jungkook takes the seat beside you.

Hobi and Jimin exchange a look, while Jungkook pouts, looking annoyed. He takes the controller from the table and starts another match without saying a word. You don’t know how to read this situation. There’s tension in the room you’re not sure how to handle. So you ignore it, focusing on the game and drinking until it dissolves.

When the hours pass, you don’t know how, but Jungkook gets closer and closer to your side. Until his thigh is touching your bare leg. The warmth that comes out of him makes you notice that you’re cold, even with the alcohol in your blood. You can lean closer to him and let his body warm you…

NO.

What the hell are you thinking?

Treacherous thoughts. Get a grip girl.

You stand up abruptly. Feeling everyone’s eyes on you.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you say as you leave the room.

You go to your room first, shutting the door behind you. You lean against the wall eyes shut, your hands clutch into fists on your hips. You take deep, relaxing breaths. You remind yourself that you decided you won’t fold into Jungkook teasing. That you’ll keep your distance. You will definitely not snuggle into his warm, solid, broad body….

NO.

You’re not going to go down this path. No fucking way.

You take the bottle from beside your bed, drinking the remaining water. You need to sober up. Not so much from the alcohol; you drank only a couple of beers. But from his presence after you avoided him for days. It is like it affects you more now. Do you really have such a short memory? Do you need a reminder he’s an insufferable prick?

You take a hoodie from your closet and go to the bathroom. There, you wash your face and give yourself a little get-your-shit-together pep-talk before going back to the living room.

When you return, you hear the boys chatting, but as soon as you step into the living room, the room goes silent. It’s awkward. No one is playing anything now, and everyone looks tense. What happened? You quietly return to your seat, reaching for the controller on the couch beside Jungkook.

“Anyone up for another round?” you ask, trying to break the silence.

Jimin clears his throat. “Sure.” Hobi stands up to grab more beers, and you resume playing, pretending like nothing’s wrong.

Not long after, everyone starts to feel tired. Hobi orders an Uber for himself and Jimin. As Jungkook walks them to the door, you gather the empty bottles and head to the kitchen to load the dirty dishes into the sink.

Big mistake.

Huge.

You should have just gone straight to your room and locked the door. Because when you turn around, there’s Jungkook, leaning casually against the kitchen door. He gives you a smirk that can’t possibly mean anything good and asks—

“Had fun tonight?”

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#Sexy Disasters With Feelings #Bad Decisions #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #you’ve cat to be kitten me right meow

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amillionideas · 2 months ago

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Ginny Weasley

Ginny is such a fascinating character when you peel back her layers: beneath her bold, confident exterior is a girl fighting to carve out her own identity in a family where it’s easy to get lost. Being the youngest and the only girl in a family full of loud, opinionated boys? That’s a battle for space, for attention, for agency. And the way she navigates that pressure (sometimes through defiance, sometimes through sharpness) reveals both her strength and her wounds.

The Weight of Being "The Only Girl"

Ginny grows up in a household where gender roles, while never explicitly rigid, definitely shape how she is treated. Her mother dotes on her and clearly wants to protect her in a way she doesn’t with the boys. Molly’s love is fierce, but also stifling, especially for someone as independent as Ginny. Imagine how frustrating that must be when all your brothers are given more freedom while you’re constantly being watched.

This is a girl who grew up watching her brothers play Quidditch but was never invited to join them. She had to sneak out and practice on her own. Even from an early age, Ginny learned that if she wanted something, she had to take it for herself, no one was going to offer her a seat at the table.

And that kind of environment breeds a specific kind of defiance: I will not be ignored.

Why She’s So Sharp with Ron

Her relationship with Ron is especially charged because, in many ways, they’re both fighting for the same thing: respect. Ron feels like the overshadowed youngest brother, constantly compared to the successful older ones. Ginny feels like the invisible baby sister, struggling to be seen as more than a fragile little girl. When those frustrations collide? Fireworks.

• Ginny’s Insults to Ron: There’s a meanness in how Ginny talks to Ron sometimes, calling him immature, mocking his romantic failures. But isn’t that rooted in her own frustration? She sees herself as stronger and more mature because she’s had to grow up faster under the weight of being underestimated. To Ginny, Ron represents everything she’s trying not to be: uncertain, insecure, and overshadowed. Maybe tearing him down is her way of asserting her own independence.

• Ron’s Dismissiveness of Ginny: On the flip side, Ron tends to treat Ginny like a child long after she’s proven she isn’t one. He’s protective in a way that’s both loving and condescending. From Ginny’s perspective, it must feel infuriating, especially when she’s lived through things (like the Chamber of Secrets) that none of them fully understand.

Their friction isn’t just sibling rivalry, it’s a fight for autonomy, for recognition. They’re both clawing to be seen as themselves, not as the roles their family casts them in.

Her Distance from the Older Brothers

Ginny’s relationship with Bill, Charlie, and Percy is more distant, partly because they were already grown or gone by the time she came into her own, but also because she probably felt like she had to perform around them.

• Bill and Charlie: They’re the “cool, successful” older brothers, and it’s easy to imagine Ginny hiding parts of herself when they’re around. She likely admires them but knows they don’t see her fully. With them, she probably leans into the role of the “feisty little sister”, a persona that is real, but not the whole truth.

• Percy: This relationship is particularly interesting because, in some ways, Ginny might understand Percy more than the others. Both of them want to be taken seriously in a family that doesn’t always make room for that. But where Percy chose rules and ambition to carve out his identity, Ginny chose rebellion and strength. You could imagine her feeling a mix of pity and judgment toward him, maybe she sees his rigidness as a cautionary tale.

Molly’s Suffocating Expectations

Molly’s love for Ginny is intense. As her only daughter, Ginny represents all of Molly’s hopes and all of her fears. There’s a sense that Molly wants to protect Ginny in a way that feels both maternal and controlling.

• Overprotection After the Chamber: After Ginny’s trauma in her first year, I imagine Molly becomes even more protective. But for someone as strong-willed as Ginny, that kind of coddling feels like a prison. It probably explains a lot about why Ginny pushes boundaries, dating older boys, joining the DA, fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts. She needs to reclaim her power after losing it so completely to Tom Riddle.

• The “Perfect Daughter” Ideal: Molly also likely has a vision of who Ginny should b (kind, ladylike, the future wife and mother) and Ginny pushes against that every chance she gets. Her boldness, her sarcasm, her refusal to be "sweet" in a conventional sense is a direct rejection of Molly’s expectations.

I imagine Ginny feels both loved and trapped by her mother. She’s proud to be a Weasley but unwilling to be defined by her family’s image.

Ginny’s Hard Edges – A Defense Mechanism

A lot of Ginny’s harshness, especially toward her brothers, can be read as self-defense. She’s had to be tough to survive:

• The Chamber of Secrets: Ginny’s first year is marked by profound isolation and violation. No one, not her family, not even Harry, really understands what she went through. That trauma likely shapes her fierce independence. She won’t let herself be vulnerable like that again.

• Living in the Shadows: Imagine being the seventh Weasley. By the time Ginny reaches Hogwarts, every teacher, every student has already met a Weasley sibling. She’s probably constantly compared: to Bill’s brilliance, Charlie’s bravery, Percy’s ambition, the twins’ humor, Ron’s friendship with Harry. Being tough, being bold, and refusing to conform is her way of saying: I am not just another Weasley.

Why This Makes Her Relationships More Complex

Ginny’s complexities make her relationships richer and more meaningful:

• Her Love for Harry: With Harry, Ginny starts as an infatuated child but grows into an equal partner. Part of why she doesn’t coddle or chase him is because she’s tired of being dismissed herself, she refuses to play the role of "adoring girlfriend." She demands to be seen as an equal, not a prize.

• Her Bond with Fred and George: They treat her with the most respect, maybe because they also reject the family’s rigid roles. But even here, Ginny’s wit is a weapon. She has to be sharp to survive their teasing. In some ways, her humor is an armor she learned from them.

• Her Loyalty to the Family: For all her rebellion, Ginny loves her family fiercely. She stays and fights in the DA. She risks her life in the Battle of Hogwarts. She pushes back against her family’s labels not because she doesn’t love them, but because she wants them to love the real her.

The Heart of Ginny’s Story

At its core, Ginny’s arc is about fighting to be herself in a family where it’s easy to be swallowed whole. She’s bold because she has to be. She’s sharp because the world won’t make space for her softness. And beneath all that fire? A girl who wants to be loved for who she truly is, not the image others impose on her.

And maybe that’s why she’s so fascinating because in her struggle to be heard, we see both her strength and her vulnerability

#hp headcanon #harry potter #fic prompt #ginny weasley #the weasleys

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mikeypubes · 3 months ago

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drop the Mikey Sano headcanons magic man and my life is yours 🙏🙏

(Please and thank you 😌)

*ೃ༄ sano manjiro relationship headcanons .ೃ࿐

[ Note: now how did you know i was already writing this... 🤨 but i hope you enjoy this love 🥰 ]

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SFW

i don’t think he realized his feelings immediately, but he wouldn’t be totally clueless either

draken definitely worked wonders to get you guys together, and he's always making the tough decisions for you guys’ relationship because God knows Mikey can’t 🤗

he won’t confess until he’s totally sure you like him back, and even then, he’s not gonna tell you how he feels, he’ll just go “wanna be my girlfriend 😎” and try to play it off cool

now you’re basically just his buddy that he gropes occasionally

when he gets comfortable around you, his immensely childish and immature side comes out

he’s gonna drag you into his pranks, he’s always go to cafes and eat with you, he’s always and I mean ALWAYS sleeping over at your house. It's not your house, it’s his

he sprawls all over your bed like it belongs to him after dirtying it with snacks and throwing around bike magazines

he does not give two fucks about privacy, if he wants to do anything to you, you best bet he's gonna do it right in front of all of God’s creations

his ways of showing love include: back hugs, cheek kisses, sleeping on your lap, pouting all the time and demanding attention and kisses, taking you out on motorcycle rides at night, and making you do dumb shit with him

he has really rare moments where he’s so genuine and quiet and he does something sensual and romantic

like you guys are standing on a bridge at night with his motorcycle parked on the side and he has one of his moments where he just stares out at the sky in silence

then he's gonna look over at you and tells you something he's never told anyone before or press a soft kiss to your lips 🫦

but don't get too excited, because he will NAWT remember anniversaries or birthdays 😜

draken has to bring it up for him to remember to get you a present

now this man gets jealous a LOT. it's not serious jealousy where he deadass thinks you’re gonna leave him, it’s just petty possessiveness

if you start laughing a bit too much with some other guy, he's just gonna 🤨 and start ignoring you till you kiss his feet basically

he’s really protective, though. he’s affiliated with gangs and he has a TON of enemies, so he’s gonna go to far lengths to make sure you’re always safe

if you’re not, well… I think we all know what would go on lololol

all of the toman captains know you very well thanks to Mikey's not-so-discreet displays of affection, and the extra members are always warned not to lay a finger on you

mikey really wanted you and his best friends to get along together, and it made him so relieved when you did. You guys hang out at cafes, go on motorcycle rides, sometimes he brings you along to Toman meetings, if you really begged

ok this is so random but him and his gf would lowkey have conversations with like one in the bathroom shitting and the other talking outside the door

on the not-so-green-flag side, dating him is kind of exhausting

like he'd be childish 99% of the time but then he doesn't show the very emotional and dark sides of him at all, so when he's not feeling okay, he'll put a wall between you guys and you'd have no clue wtf is even going on

and at some point he's gonna try to keep you away from him if he feels that he can't control himself anymore

you have to be cognitively empathetic basically if you wanna have a shred of emotional intimacy, and he would dodge your attempts so constantly it's tiring

he's so high maintenance lowkey and if you're not into physical affection you're doomed

he would expect you to have snacks at your disposal and he'd constantly steal your food and drinks

he does NOT notice physical changes in you

you could get your nails done, change your entire wardrobe, change your perfume, and cut your hair and he'd be like "what do you mean smt changed"

but if your mood changes a small tiny bit, he'd try his hardest to make you laugh again

one day, you had a place you were getting ready to go to and he insisted on doing your hair and it turned out like chopped shit

you're gonna get into arguments a LOT so be prepared ! he's lowkey a total shithead when it comes to that

like he'd ignore you and act annoying but then he'd acc start missing you a lot and apologize once you two are alone

he would really try to make you happy and content, he'd hate seeing you upset

and your relationship would improve a lot the more you two grow up because I can see grown up Mikey being much more responsible and uh... put together? He wouldn't do anything that annoys you seriously

like as teenagers, he would be really childish, he might ogle at other girls sometimes (he wouldn't cheat though !), get into a lot of arguments with you because he's just irresponsible

NSFW

his libido was probably not that high before you guys started dating, like he'd probably jerk off twice or three times a week

after you started dating is a whole other topic though...

he cannot keep his mind un-dirty

if you bend over, you should expect him to grab your butt or stare at it at the very least

if you hug him, his mind and eyes are gonna be on ONE thing only 😁

if you kiss him, 9 times outta 10, it's gonna escalate

doesn't let you shower alone

you guys are gonna hate me for this but he's lowkey still gonna watch porn and read mags even after dating 😭

he definitely asked you to watch porn with him 😀

he'd even have a specific preference, like he would like girls with big boobs and nice thighs, really soft skin but he wouldn't like the girl toooo skinny, and he probably prefers long hair, bonus if it's blonde or brown

and he wouldn't understand why you're mad about it, like he'd think it's a joke until you slap him

(talking about slaps, he definitely gets a lot of those in this relationship 👍)

if he ever stops the porn stuff, he'll have to replace it with a lot of... uh, action !

and he wouldn't give a SHIT where y'all do it as long as you do it

you guys definitely did it at school more than once when you were skipping class in a storage room or some shit

he'd deffff like receiving more than giving

i'm so sorry but he definitely enjoys blowjobs the most, and he'd grip your hair and choke you on it

he'd apologize later but does it again every time

he would have his arms behind his head or playing a video game as you suck him off !

he'd try eating you out and the first time, he was TERRIBLE but then slowly got better at it

when he's in the mood, he's merciless like he'll keep going till you're crying

omg this is really embarrassing to write

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talesfromawannabewriter · 4 months ago

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The First Anti-Christ

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

(excuse me for the long prologue)

Anti Christ, the child of the fallen one, the devil. Everyone knows of the name and what it means. However, they don’t know of WHO that child is do they? Everyone thinks that the child will make themselves known as they bring on the end of humanity. What people don’t realize is that the anti-Christ has already walked upon the Earth.

In fact he was the first to be born on the planet. You see he was one of the very first humans. The very first child and son of the mother of humanity, Adam the first omega. His name was Cain.

Now many must be wondering on how this came to be. Why did it happen. How and why did the first omega manage to give birth to the fallen one’s offspring. All will be explained here, in this story.

A long, long, long, time ago when the Earth was still young the creator of it had decided on what its final inhabitants would be. They were called humans, the very first of their kind. He made them into something special. With their names came their designations.

Lilith the first woman and alpha

Adam the first man and omega

He made the two to be companions, to watch over another as one would for a friend or as he hoped like siblings. However, his other creations had other plans. While the Lord was busy attending to his purpose of watching over the universe. The other creations, the angels went down to the humans and they told the two that they were more than just companions. They told them that they were mates and they would bring forth true humanity.

Both were confused and asked how? The angels told them that once a month Adam’s womb would welcome Lilith’s seed and instructed him for when the time came for Adam to lay on his back and to spread his legs for his mate. When they heard of this both were rather disgusted by it. They hadn’t known each other for long but they simply weren’t compatible in that way. They couldn’t even bother to be friends for they both had too many differences that often clashed with each other.

While Adam was energetic and outgoing, Lilith was reserved and careful. It would often cause arguments from the two, especially when it came to their duties. Their first duties, of naming and caring for everything in the garden. Lilith thought Adam to be immature. Adam thought Lilith to be demanding. Both seemed to think that nothing was ever good enough for each person. One thing they both could agree on is that they did not wish to be mates.

Still Adam did not wish to upset the angels and simply bowed his head and nodded submissively. They began to explain other sets of rules that both were to follow. Lilith as the alpha was to always provide and care for her omega. Adam as the omega was to always follow her way and submit to his alpha. Both were to bring children into this world.

Lilith would become the father of humanity. While Adam would become the mother of humanity.

Lilith, disgusted at the thought, disagreed wholeheartedly. She fled from the garden and away from the omega. Hoping to never set another foot in there again. She was found by someone, an angel of the Lord himself, whom she would soon call a friend and sometime after that a husband. Though she didn’t trust him at first she eventually told the angel of why she ran from paradise.

The angel was shocked and confused. Why would his siblings do that? Why would they mess with his Father’s creations that way? He wanted so badly to go up there and tell his Father of what they had done to Lilith. He knew that they would somehow find a way to pin the blame onto him.

That is why he came up with a new plan. To meet and talk to Lilith’s supposed mate. What he didn’t know at the time was that the omega was actually his true mate.

He crept into the garden, careful not to aware the elders of his presence. What awaited him in the garden was not what he expected. A true beauty, one that took his breath away. Though he had thought Lilith to be pretty. She was nothing compared to Adam.

His soft brown hair, honeyed eyes that sparkled, and tan skin that was splattered by freckles. His Lucious curves was enough to drive him insane. The angel managed to open his mouth and introduced himself. His name was Lucifer, the angel of light and God’s most favored son.

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #mpreg #omegaverse #cain is Lucifer’s son #cain morningstar

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shocked-collar · 26 days ago

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ok but AU where Strade was never killed but he was somehow paralyzed from the legs down in the scuffle with MC. Ren still plays out as if he had died, taking control of the entire household now that Strade lacks the movement necessary to maintain it the way he did before, and he gets to actively watch his little man go from a small, frail little pup straight into Fox. Eventually Strade begins to lose himself, as even though Ren's hand will always be more merciful than his own was, it's still nothing short of agonizing. At first, Ren is still very immature, so he often finds himself locking Strade in literal closets when he needs to dish out discipline or remind him who's in control now, but it eventually gets easier to raise a hand or take a knife to him. He even gets him a wheelchair early on. Not that he ever helps him down the stairs, but still.

Let it be known, Strade losing mobility in his legs is not a punishment. It's not a punishment, it's not karma, it's just a what-if. If Strade were to rely on Ren, could he trust him?

For the first two days perhaps.

But now he's a 70~ year old, weak, practically malnourished man with overgrown, ratty hair, reminiscing on how loud and powerful he used to be, nestling into the hip that's been given to him for comfort, feeling a sharp hand scratch his scalp as they look out the window together. Together, as they have always been, through everything. Just like this. Even way back at the bar, Strade unknowingly adopting his solace, his caretaker, his downfall, now knowing almost nothing but him, a day he fantasizes about jumping back to sometimes.

"You smell awful." The fox comments, continuing to pet and cuddle his paperweight. "Didn't I bathe you recently? Are you not using all those spray-on deodorants I've gotten you at the very least?"

He receives no response. Strade finds it easier that way. In a world of Fox having it his way, this is the one thing he can control.

The older man felt a cold wave as the fox removed his claws. "You really need to take better care of yourself. Look at you.. Skin and bones, rolling around my home smelling like shit... Though I should expect this much decency from you by now." He began to trail away, finding a seat of his own and plopping down, taking a cup from the small table beside it. "Were always a... pampered little thing, weren't you? Every beck and call, ha~!"

Strade wanted to disappear. Wanted to sink so far into his worn chair it would swallow him whole. Wanted to vanish into thin air, wanted to die right here. Ren is entering one of his fits again. Where he just goes on and on and on about their earlier dynamic, and how much of a fucking idiot he is to have gotten himself hurt. It's exhausting for a man whose first love is his ego.

There wasn’t very much that scared Strade. But the first time he came to the realization that Ren looks at him the same way he looks at his ‘products’ was definitely a moment that dragged his stomach to his feet. In an AU where Fox never had to handle the loss, the devastation, the hole left in his heart and the need to fill it, he found that Strade is now… kind of a tumor. Something he got used to. Something Ren, as Fox, is not able to appreciate, like a Fox who suffered Strade’s absence when he wasn’t ready would.

Not anymore.

They both died a long time ago.

#boyfriend to death #btd #ren hana #btd strade #HAD A THOUGHT OF INTEREST ME THINKS #What if Strade somehow came WITH Fox #but like…. second in command? bound to Ren’s generosity?#teehee #tpof #tpof fox

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ravensmurdock · 4 days ago

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innocence

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

warnings: age difference, implied daddy issues, freudian, impact play, no actual smut, thigh riding, oral fixation, reader calls him dad, mean!matt

matt likes to believe he's a patient man. many times he is, really, he is. except when you're running your mouth, or putting yourself in danger. in moments like those, when his patience is hanging on by a mere thread, you place yourself strategically on his lap and pout and pout— hoping to lessen your punishment.

it's his fault, really. you're too young for him, a little immature. what more can he expect from a 20 year old? what more can he expect from a curious, bright eyed intern who is always following him around like a pet? it's always 'mr. murdock this, mr. murdock that,' can he blame you? no. the fault is on him, for not being able to resist your charms. you never tried to be subtle either— he could quite literally hear your heartbeat rise whenever his voice would get too low while closing, when his smirk would get too cocky. he's sure if he could see, he'd be met with you constantly trying to shove your cleavage in his face. which, he would never complain about.

but he does feel like a dirty old man sometimes. he's had his own moral conflicts— deep into the night when you're pressed into his side, and all he can think is, 'im a fucking cradlerobber, tainting her innocence, corrupting her mind, devouring a little girl like a mad man with no self control—'

and the moment you mumble sleepily against his neck, those thoughts vanish and he's immediately pulling you closer.

he doesn't realize how much your age gap does for you. how the greys in his beard shine when he rises from between your legs, chin covered in your slick. how his strong, protective arms make you feel safe like nothing ever could. how his care taking tendencies are almost fatherly in nature, making you forget all about your own bad experiences with your own father. the rasp in his voice when he scolds you for being reckless, too curious, too presumptuous— it hits the right spots. makes you want to provoke him more. which is exactly what put you in this position.

you'd followed him down to an important meeting— one he specifically told you to stay away from, and you ended up witnessing him break the guy's hand. your heartbeat was indication enough, but it was your gasp that truly got his attention— his head snapping up in warning and you running away almost immediately.

catching you wasn't hard, and you weren't running because you were scared of him hurting you— you were scared of disappointing him. which is exactly what you did. and now you're here, pressed against his chest, his fingers gently massaging your scalp.

"what did i tell you, hm?" he asks, voice low, almost mocking. his hand suddenly tightens into a fist— yanking your head back by the hair. you whimper, eyes tearing up at the sting. you try to search for any mercy in his features— but his glasses stay as a barrier between your eyes and you sniffle.

"sorry," you mumble softly, gently caressing his chest, "i should've listened—"

"oh yeah, you should've." he agrees, a small smirk on his face, "but you didn't. you never do. all my little darling does is listen to herself and piss me off. do you want me to hurt you?"

"no!" you shake your head, desperately leaning forward to bury your head in his chest. he presses you closer, and you deeply inhale the comforting smell of his cologne. scratch your cheek against his beard like a cat. there's something so oddly comforting about this, even when you know he's mad at you. something about it is making your brain feel fuzzy— a kind of feeling that can only come from a grown, mature man. maybe that's what prompts you to mumble your next words, hoping to soften the blow of his wrath.

"pleeeaaase, dad." you whine, voice soft. he tenses under your body, and you immediately feel scared. you don't actually want to make him uncomfortable, you hope it doesn't. his chest rumbles with a chuckle.

"oh that one's new," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss against your temple, "is that supposed to make me feel sympathetic? you think i'm your father, baby?"

shit.

your heartbeat rises again, and he hears it. loud and clear. there's been a bit of a dynamic between you two, but you've never said something so directly out loud. and neither has he. but the 'father,' that's what gets you. and he hears the hitch in your breath, and the smirk that appears on his face is downright evil.

"oh you like that, huh?" he pulls your head back again, grabs your jaw. makes your lips pucker up. "is that what you want? you want me to be your father? you want dad to punish you?"

"fuck—" you breathe out, eyes squeezing shut. he thumbs your bottom lip, and your mouth snaps open. he slips his thumb into your mouth and you suck, head feeling fuzzy. your hips start gently grinding against his thigh, and it makes him moan.

"my stupid girl," he huffs with a chuckle, pulling his thumb out. you chase his hand with a whine, "what will i do with you?"

he presses your mouths together and you moan into his, crumbling in his arms. you're relieved that it worked, you won't get punished. as you pull away for air, his hand pulls back and smacks you across the face— making you gasp. you look back at him, wide eyed, and there's not one bit of remorse on his face. your cheek stings, the skin there feels hot. you're more in shock than you're hurt. he pulls his hand back again and you flinch. he chuckles, lowering his hand to your thigh.

"you're gonna make yourself cum on my thigh," he says calmly, but you can sense the threat behind his words. his thumb gently rubs against your skin. "and if you fail, dad will hit you again. you don't want that, do you?"

your lips wobble and you sniffle, nodding. your hips begin to move on their own, albeit messily. and you hope you don't disappoint him again.

it's going to be a long night.

for matt fans, girls with daddy issues and murdock circle

@deermurdock @fairymurdock @foxmurdock @https-murdock @jellyfishmurdock @kit-murdock2 @bunmurdock @lambmurdock @parker-murdock @pupmurdock @sirenmurdock @starmurdock @swanmurdock @moth-murdock @bumblebeemurdock @mewmurdock @froggy-murdock @sharkymurdock

#matt murdock x reader #daredevil born again #charlie cox x reader #matthew murdock #daredevil x reader

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ferigrievous · 1 month ago

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what they look for in a partner . ⋆˚࿔

bokuto ; looks for someone patient. they dont have to be a gentle soul or softspoken, they just have to be able to be patient enough to handle, and maybe even match his energy. his energy is relentless, his moods unpredictable, and he needs someone who won’t get tired of him. someone who knows how to handle his highs and lows.

akaashi ; looks for someone who is emotionally intelligent. as much as he loves bokuto, he doesnt think he could handle living the rest of his life with someone as unpredictable and sometimes immature as him. its tiring, and it gets to a point sometimes, but he tolerates it because its him. he spends so much of his time managing other people’s emotions that he needs a partner who he doesnt have to do the same.

aone ; looks for someone gentle. he knows he looks intimidating, knows people expect him to be cold, so he wants a partner who sees past that. someone who speaks softly but means everything they say, who never makes him feel like he has to change to be understood. they dont have to be a saint, they just have to be kind when it matters.

koganegawa ; looks for someone encouraging. he’s constantly trying to improve, and he needs someone who believes in him even when he’s struggling. someone who won’t laugh when he fails, who sees his effort and reminds him that it’s enough. also wants someone, like bokuto, that can match his energy.

daishou ; looks for someone who is loyal. he doesnt want to be anyones second choice. needs someone who is all in, who doesnt question if they really mean what they say. doesnt really care if theyre gentle or if theyre equally as sharp as he is, as long as he knows in his heart that they wont leave without reason.

sakusa ; looks for someone consistent. he hates unpredictability, hates people who change their mind too easily—he needs someone steady. someone who doesn’t try to push him out of his comfort zone but understands the small ways he shows affection. wants a relationship that feels like he knows where home is.

terushima ; looks for someone fun. he doesn’t want anything boring, doesn’t want someone who takes life too seriously—he needs excitement. someone who says yes to spontaneous adventures, who can match his energy and keep up with his wild ideas.

ukai ; looks for someone mature. he wouldnt mind someone a little unpredictable and a little childish, but he couldnt be with someone who is mucking about all the time. he’s almost in his thirties, and while he hasnt lost his spark, he’s too old to be playing around. would prefer someone who isnt cookie cutter, though, and would prefer someone who is alternative.

takeda ; looks for someone understanding. he knows he isn’t the strongest or the fastest, but he loves fiercely, and he needs someone who sees that. someone who doesn’t expect perfection, who believes in effort over natural talent. when he loves, he loves fully, and he couldnt handle someone who doesnt give as much effort into a relationship as he does.

#✶ greywrites #✶ headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #bokuto koutarou #keiji akaashi #aone takanobu #koganegawa kanji #daishou suguru #terushima yuuji #ukai keishin #takeda ittetsu

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keisenthusiast · 3 months ago

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pov: you are dating oikawa tooru

[oikawa tooru+fluff+dating+headcanon]

words count: 754

dating oikawa tooru is basically like dating someone who is both your biggest headache and your biggest fan. he’s dramatic, he’s affectionate, he’s confident—except when he’s not, and that’s when you see the real him. the one that’s overworked, constantly trying to prove himself, and secretly a little insecure. but if there’s one thing that never changes, it’s how much he adores you. he’s also one of the most devoted boyfriends you could ever have. he loves loudly. he makes sure you know exactly how much he adores you, whether it’s through grand gestures, teasing texts, or random compliments that leave you speechless.

he is so proud to be with you. it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been dating, he still acts like he’s trying to impress you. one time, he played an entire practice match better than usual just because you were watching. iwaizumi literally dragged him by the collar afterward like, “stop showing off, trashykawa.” he’s so in love with you, and he makes sure you and everyone else knows it.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 things he does:

- sends you soooo many selfies. sometimes he looks good, sometimes he’s making the ugliest face possible. usually with captions like "thinking about u~" or "this is the face of a man in love with u (lucky u!)" either way, he expects compliments.

- keeps a picture of you in his volleyball bag. not just on his phone, but physically. when makki and mattsun found out, they would not shut up about it.

- walks you home after practice, even if his legs are dead tired, because “what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you go alone?”

- insists on braiding your hair if it’s long enough, “trust me, i have an older sister, i know what i’m doing.” if it’s short, he just plays with it absentmindedly when you sit next to him!

- sometimes steals your hoodies, your hair ties, your snacks—anything that belongs to you, he will claim.

- insists on calling you his [y/n], like it’s a title. “sorry, i have plans with my [y/n] today,” he’ll say dramatically, hand over his chest like he’s the most devoted boyfriend in the world.

- very touchy. a hand on your waist, fingers brushing against yours, a kiss on your forehead before a match—absolutely demands a good luck kiss before every game. even if it’s just a forehead tap or a quick peck on the cheek, he won’t step on the court without it.

- loves taking couple pictures. like, a ridiculous amount. “wait, wait, the lighting is good here—one more!!”

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 how he handles arguments:

- oikawa is stubborn. and sometimes, his pride gets the better of him. when you two argue, he tends to react on instinct, maybe gets a little defensive at first, a little whiny “but that’s not what i meant—”. but once he cools down, he really cools down. he’s self-aware enough to know when he’s being immature, and even if it takes him a few hours, he will come back and apologize properly.

- step one: pout dramatically somewhere nearby, making it obvious he’s sulking.

step two: rethink everything he said, realize he was kind of dumb, groan into his hands.

step three: find you, hug you from behind, and sigh deeply “okay, okay, i get it. i was wrong.”

step four: bury his face into your shoulder and dramatically whine about how much he missed you in the last three hours of not talking.

- he’s not afraid to admit when he messes up because he hates being on bad terms with you. he’d rather swallow his pride than stay upset, but he also makes sure to explain how he feels, too. he wants you to understand why he acted a certain way, not just say sorry and move on.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 how things is with his fans..?:

- you definitely get some side-eyes from his fangirls, but oikawa is surprisingly firm about it. he likes that people admire him, but he loves you. and he makes that clear.

- oikawa, to his credit, is never dismissive about your feelings. if you ever feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed, he takes it seriously. he reassures you constantly, never giving you a reason to doubt his feelings.

- whenever someone crosses the line—like leaving mean comments about you, he doesn’t hesitate to shut it down, “if you respect me, you should respect my relationship, too.”

- he also makes it obvious he’s taken. posting pictures with you, walking you home, literally introducing you as his girlfriend, it’s impossible to mistake it.

also, i kinda want to talk about this:

i saw some people on tt talking about this n someone said "she probably dumped him because he's flirty with his fans" hmmm i don't think so 😊 i feel like it was probably more about his obsession with volleyball. we've literally see how intense he is with vb, his entire life revolves around the sport. i wouldn’t be surprised if he neglected his relationship without realizing it, which would obviously a much bigger issue. so yeah, i doubt it was because of the fangirls. but like, it hasn't been confirmed so..

i apologize if there's any mischaracterization!

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failed-inspection · 4 months ago

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Hey y'all! Long time no see, happy new year! So sorry I haven't been active as of late, as mentioned a while back, sometimes I tend to go into a bit of hiatus for one reason or another (usually weird brain reasons) but I think I'm back! (And I'll DEFINITELY be more than back once Watcher releases so expect a VERY strong spike in activity when march rolls around HDHDHDHD)

Here's a version of Survivor I intially made for a roleplay I'm in, but it kind of spiraled into well, my Main interpretation of Survivor, their name is Pale Song!

(In case you're wondering why they lack certain scars from the design I made for them a while ago it's because the events of the roleplay take place before certain events, such as before they meet either of the iterators or such, and basically before they get the face and neck scars)

Rambling about my interpretation of their personality and such under the cut!

Having survived a highly traumatic experience in their pup years, being separated from their family and almost drowning, has left Pale Song a very neurotic individual, with profound attachment and separation issues to show for it, despite this, they're rather friendly to those who've proved they aren't an immediate threat.

As mentioned before, Pale Song is quick to latch on to others, (admittedly, sometimes to a codependent degree) especially if they've been shown kindness. One could argue they're stuck in the past, haunting something they're unsure if they could ever go back to, despite being separated from their family for cycles, they wish for nothing more than to reunite with them again...

While they're physically independent, they're still rather emotionally immature due to being alone for so long and as a result being denied the opportunity to grow to be an emotionally independent individual.

being quick on their feet is their biggest asset, after all, to outrun danger is to live to die another day.

#rain world #my art #rain world downpour #rain world art #rain world fanart #rain world fan art #lex rambles #rw survivor #rain world survivor #rain world slugcat #slugcat #rw slugcat #rw fanart #the survivor rw

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painted-bees · 11 months ago

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Sometimes you just need to be held and gently rocked like a child by someone who means something to you.

I mentioned before how Raf doesn't really get anxious before a show, and genuinely enjoys performing on stage--but that the most difficult part of a performance for him are the hours right after a show has finished, starting from the moment he walks off the stage.

Almost every single time, no matter how fun or well executed a performance was, there's a kind of quiet terror that follows him off the stage like a dark shadow and infects him once he's left the safety of the stage lights.

He becomes uncharacteristically furtive, and while he will answer when spoken to, his responses are simple, short, with a kind of sharpness in tone that suggests a level of defensiveness. Like a child awaiting a harsh scolding. Because that's kinda...what he is, in that moment. He is waiting to be kept awake into the early hours of the morning by a lecture about what he did, what he didn't do, what he should have done differently, what needs to be improved upon before the next time. Or he's waiting to be told that he's gonna be on his own for a few days, because the people who are supposed to love and take care of him are "too disappointed to fairly manage him" right now. Or he's waiting to be dragged into a busy room populated by strangers he's supposed to impress while he's casually, conversationally picked apart in front of them by the person who brought him there in the first place; the person who wanted to show him off.

It's a frustrating reaction to have...He's not a child, he's a grown ass man--and he owes venue staff, and his bandmates, and everyone else backstage a modicum of respect and kindness, and to thank them for their work, and to revel in the completion of a good show. But he's not really...he can't do that. He comes off as quietly despondent at best, or kind of a stuck up asshole at worst. When he did shows with Lacey, she called it his "post-performance tantrums" and exercised very little patience for his 'immature sulkiness' following concerts. And the low mood would persist for a solid week then after.

Once he started doing shows and stuff with Margie, she'd initially wonder if his poor mood was because she had done something wrong, or didn't meet expectations, if it was a bad show.... It wouldn't be until the following day before Raf could find himself in a state of mind where he's able to explain what he's feeling, much less why. And...for whatever reason, he's reticent to offer the most simple explanation to her--because saying "it's a ptsd thing, just give me space and patience and don't take it personally because it's nothing to do with you" comes with the risk of being asked other questions about himself and his upbringing that he's not comfortable getting into and--it's a whole thing, in his mind. So the first few shows together are consistently...a bewilderingly negative experience for Margie, in that it's a very tense, quiet, insecure and shame-ridden 24-48 hours after the show--followed by delayed revelry days after the performance with Raf finally able to reflect positively upon the experience and assuring Margie that it actually was a great performance, and that he had a lot of fun--and they're able to recall their favorite moments together, etc.

Unlike Lace, though, Margie never digs into him about his behavior. She just mirrors his silence, and then--very uncomfortably--gives him space because she doesn't really know what else she can do, and--assuming she's the problem--she doesn't want to risk messing things up even more, since she doesn't know what she did wrong in the first place. And, you know, there's only so many times Raf can reassure her, too late, that she was great, actually. And so he finally does relent to telling her that this is just...how he is after a show, that it's no one's fault, he's not mad at her or anyone--it's just ptsd. That's all he tells her, and, as per always with Margie--she doesn't try to pry out more information from him about it.

Margie goes down her own little rabbit hole of research instead, and comes to Raf with the idea for a new post-performance routine (communicated with staff and such before hand to ensure accommodation) wherein they don't try to gladhand, or pack up, or do literally anything for the first half hour after they walk off stage. Instead, they find a quiet, dimly lit corner somewhere away from everything and just sit, and rest, no expectations, no obligations, nothing. Raf agrees to put this idea into practice, and it quickly evolves into, well idk... Being held and gently rocked like a child by someone who means something to him.

#hi-note #Magritte #Rafael #say what you want about Margie's parents #but at least they gave her hugs and told her they were proud of her from time to time...#and they'd STILL do that for her today if she ever let herself come to them in need of it.#Raf on the other hand...there's a lot of lost time to make up for.#At least now he's getting what he needed but didn't get back then.

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gremlingottoosilly · 1 year ago

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OMG how I love your headcanons about COD. They always give me some inspiration about these lovable character 💕

I was wondering (dont know if you already answered this) what would happen if Konig and/or Ghost and/or Price would discover their partner is ticklish? (You dont have to do three of them, you can just answer about Konig, if you want to)

It's a hazard!! Once these obsessive men are finding even about smallest of your weaknesses...yeah, it's over for you, pack your bags, everyone should leave immediately. Also, it's fine, I want to write more for other characters!! I actually have more works with obsessive 141 on my AO3, but I don't post them on Tumblr because they are Fucking Huge. Konig

Oh, this man is going to murder you. He isn't the most delicate person in the world, he has large hands, thick fingers, and the desire to touch you constantly, at any given moment his hand lingers on your inner thighs, on your waist, on the back of your neck...he discovered that you're ticklish very soon. He just wanted to press his face in your thighs, he just took off his mask for you, but then you startled giggling and squirming because the insides of your thighs are tickling from his uneven facial hair and...next thing you know, you're dropped on your back, giant hands roaming all over your tickling spots. On your armpits, your neck, the soft lower part of your tummy - he loves to make you laugh and to make you adore his touch, so even if you're crying from overstimulation, this mountain of a man is not going to stop!!

Ghost

He is having kind of a hard time touching you without lingering desire of fucking - the intimacy is still tough for him, he has too much stress to even hug you sometimes without having a raging hard-on you need to take care of, so he most likely found about you being ticklish during sex. Maybe he tried to be softer with you, kissing and handling your neck not roughly, as usual, but carefully and gently - and then you started laughing and he froze, thinking you're mocking him for trying to be gentle. You can't even calm down, his touches are tickling you too much, so when he eventually understands your feelings, he attacks your neck with kisses more and more!! This man loves stupid jokes and making you laugh, just like Konig, and he isn't above using cheap tactics to make you giggle. You can expect a random hand appearing from the darkness of your bedroom just to tickle you, disturb the cleaning process, and disappear before you can understand what the hell happened.

Price

He clearly knew this before you even knew this - he is observant and careful, so every time you think he accidentally tickled you on your side or pressed on your neck just soft enough to make you jolt in place and start giggling, he was very, very deliberate. He likes to surprise attack you with tickles, acting very immaturely for his age. Often times when you two snuggle in bed or on a couch, he will hold you in place with one hand, while starting tickling you all over your body with the other hand - you try to squirm from his bulky arms, but it's impossible(( you can only giggle and stay in place, trying to get out of his hold, but he only presses tighter(( it can also lead to very passionate sex after because all of your trashing and struggling against his crotch made your captain hard...you would have to take care of it!!

#konig x reader #cod #cod x reader #price x reader #ghost x reader

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mischievousmoony · 9 months ago

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𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜' ⟡ 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹

⟢ james potter x black!reader (fem)

⟢ summary: after your parents cross the line, you and your older brother sirius find sanctuary at the potters'. your first day goes very poorly . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 5.1k

⟢ warnings: there is talk about the reader's previous hostile home environment, although it's not pictured. walburga black is implied to be mentally unstable. a theme here is the lasting impact growing up in that environment has on a person: reader fears becoming like her parents, longs for a more loving environment, doesn't handle her emotions very well, and picks fights. both anger and sadness are dealt with unhealthily by different characters. if there is anything i should add here, please please let me know.

⟢ part 1 ⟡ part 2 ⟡ part 3 ⟡ masterlist

note: well! yikes! angst! i'm not sure i like the vision but i’m trying to remind myself this is a hobby and doesn’t have to be perfect <3

“A walk?” You questioned with a raspy voice.

“Mhm,” James nodded, “Just around the yard. Think it’ll help you feel better.”

You let James lead you to the back door, hand and hand. When he opened it, you discovered that “yard” was a bit of an understatement. The Potters’ property was larger than you knew— enormous, really. Lush garden beds thrived nearest to the house, and the grassy green beyond was surely where James practiced quidditch over the summers. The large trees scattered around the outskirts of the property made you picture a younger James climbing them.

James led you into the grassy landscape, taking notice of your awestricken expression as your eyes fall on Euphemia’s garden.

“I knew you’d like it out here.”

“It’s beautiful,” you mused, stopping to admire a bed of flowers. James dipped down and plucked one from the ground.

He fit it behind your ear and winked, “Don’t tell my mum.”

You frowned, reaching up to remove the flower from your hair. You twirled it inbetween your fingers.

“Your mum must think so poorly of me now,” you muttered, staring down at the flower.

“What? Why would you say that?”

“The first thing Sirius and I did after we were invited to stay is have a screaming match in the dining room. We sure know how to make ourselves feel at home,” you laughed bitterly. “And now she knows we’re together. Didn’t even get to properly tell her. I can’t imagine what she thinks of me.”

“Hey, look at me.” James said in a stern but gentle voice. You wonder how all the Potters can sound so kind even when they’re working up to a lecture.

You peered up through your eyelashes. James sported a pretty smile, and that alone made you feel a little better.

“It’s gonna be alright,” he said, “My mum’s not one to jump to any conclusions. She trusts me, alright? And don't worry about your fight with Sirius. No one's expecting this to be easy for you. For either of you."

James continued, “Besides, we all let our emotions get the best of us sometimes, yeah? We’re human. My parents will understand.”

James could tell you over and over again that it’s okay to be angry and it’s okay to slip up, but you didn’t think any amount of it would ever make it feel okay. You wondered how he could even believe it.

It surprised you, actually, how mature and level-headed James could be. We’re human so it’s just okay if our emotions get the best of us sometimes? Who actually thinks like that?

At your house, you had to be nothing short of perfect at all times. Now that you’ve seen Fleamont and Euphemia in parent mode, you can see where James learned it all. You never had anything like that, and it was difficult to wrap your mind around it.

Especially because it wasn’t too long ago that James was one of Hogwarts’ biggest trouble makers—his pranks were the epitome of immature. Evidently, he's grown up a lot recently.

Stupidly, you felt bitter about it. Which was completely absurd, you thought. Because surely you were not jealous of your boyfriend because he learned how to regulate his emotions better than you did. Because he was growing up, maturing? And you… well you don’t know what you’re doing. You felt stuck, like you’d always be a scared little kid who needs her older brothers’ no matter how old you got.

“Maybe you’re right,” you said, not really knowing what else to say. You were compelled to change the subject, “I’m worried about Regulus.”

“I know,” James began leading you around the garden again. You dropped the flower back where it came from, not wanting to be caught red handed with a freshly murdered flower from Effie’s garden.

“We have to get him out of there,” you sighed.

James looked at you through the corner of his eye. Apprehensively, he said, “From what Sirius told me, you guys barely got out of there.”

“Yeah, so we’ll need a really good plan so that we don’t get caught.”

James turned his head to look straight at you. He looked at you like you had two heads.

“What, you want to break him out or something? You want to go back there?”

“We have to. Regulus–“

“Regulus made his choice.” James interrupted warily.

You felt your heart sink into your stomach, “Please, not you too.”

“You heard what Sirius said. Regulus was given the option, and he chose to stay behind,” James tried to reason.

James knew how much your twin meant to you, it wasn't a surprise that you'd be worried about him. But to go back to that house? That was a step too far for his comfort. The moment that Sirius admitted exactly what his mother had done to him, James knew he'd never let either of you near her again. Something must've snapped in Walburga Black— she has been teetering on the edge for years, but she has unmistakably gone from being a cruel mother to an outright unstable woman.

The though of Regulus still being around her made him sick. Even though James didn't know him that well, he still found himself caring about him. It was likely an extension of your love for Regulus manifesting in James, who cared for you so deeply that your concerns became his. But that's just it— you're the one who he really cared for. Above all else, it's you he wanted to protect.

“He did not choose to stay behind,” you raised your voice, offended that James could ever think so.

“Love...”

James didn't mean to, but he looked at you with pity in his eyes, as if he thought you were in denial.

Anger flared up in your chest when you registered his expression, “No, don’t do that. Just because Sirius said so doesn’t mean it’s true. Regulus wouldn’t just choose them over us. Sirius– he doesn't have his facts straight.”

James didn’t say anything. What could he? It sounded like you were implying that Sirius was lying and James knew Sirius wouldn't do that.

For the record, you didn't think Sirius would lie either. But he was absolutely capable of missing something.

“You don’t believe me,” your mouth hung open after your words.

“It’s not that.” James rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, “I believe you, but I believe Sirius too. And Sirius said that Regulus refused to come. Whatever the reason, that's the choice he made. I’m not going to let you put yourself in danger for a– a lost cause.”

His words stopped you in your tracks.

“A lost cause?"

You had never been so affronted by James. He might not know Regulus nearly as well as he knows you or Sirius, but the fact that he could easily tag him as a lost cause was unbelievable.

"Don’t be an idiot, James. How could you say that?”

James had kept walking for a couple more paces, so he had to turn to face you. He tried to cover the way the venom in your voice made him flinch.

“You can’t force him to leave,” he said, sounding as understanding as he could muster, but he needed to get through to you.

Phantom alarm bells were ringing in his ears, his desperation for you to hear him growing. You were stubborn and you'd do anything for your brothers, James knows this all to well. But not this. He couldn't let you do this. He wouldn't let you go back there.

“Merlin, you’re siding with Sirius!” you accused, giving in to the anger burning in your chest.

James tried to remain calm as he spoke.

“I’m not siding with anyone.”

“Yes, you are! How could I be so stupid? Of course you’d choose Sirius over me!"

James features twist in anguish, "Love–"

"This is what I get for falling for my brother’s best friend. When there's a choice, it will always be him, won’t it?” You spat, glaring at James in a way that almost knocked him off his feet.

He was completely taken aback; you two had never fought like this. He tried to take some semblance of control over the situation, “Okay, you’re angry right now, and that’s okay–“

“Oh, would you stop that!” you shouted. A small part of you hoped the sound wouldn’t travel back to the house, but a bigger part of you was consumed with a growing rage. That part didn’t seem to care.

“Stop what?” James knitted his brows.

“Being some master of emotions all of a sudden! I’m accusing you of picking Sirius over me! I’m raising my voice at you! I’m calling you names! Why won’t you fight back? Yell at me, do something!”

James took a deep breath, “I’m not going to do that.”

He sounded completely calm and collected. Somehow, that pissed you off.

“Oh, you’re so perfect, aren’t you?”

“What?” James felt like he was going crazy, unable to decipher what he could possibly be doing wrong.

“Perfect James Potter, wouldn’t hurt a fly these days! You could never–! never lose your cool, could you?” you shouted.

James gaped at you. He couldn't be mad even if we wanted to; he was just confused. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? You yourself didn’t even seem to know what you were saying, your words tumbling out awkwardly as you said things even you knew weren’t true.

It’s not like James never lost the reign on his emotions. He throws his quidditch gear around when he loses a match, he can’t control his frustration when he doesn’t do well in class, he isolates himself when he’s sad instead facing it, he does a whole lot of things that he’s not proud of.

And you’ve seen it all before, but for some reason, you’ve chosen not to remember those moments. All you can think about is how you were so angry and scared, and he was so understanding and level-headed. And how you grew up with screaming matches and unfair punishments, and he probably got to grow up with calm discussions and soft spoken apologies. And it all felt so unfair.

“Are you–? Sorry, you're mad at me because I'm not getting mad at you? I’m sorry, I guess?”

“I don’t want you to be sorry I want you to yell at me! Be mad at me, fight with me!” You felt the familiar sensation of tears welling up in your eyes.

James looked shellshocked. Truthfully, he didn’t know how to deal with you like this, he’s never seen this before. Sure, sometimes you bicker— all couples do— but this was reaching an uncharted territory.

"I'm not going to yell at you for wanting to keep your brother safe–"

"Then yell at me because you think I'm naive for thinking I can get him out of there. Fight with me because I think you're an idiot for thinking Regulus is a lost cause!"

You were trying to rile him up, James knew this, and he so badly wanted to not let if affect him. Not because it was making him angry, no, it was making him sad.

But he couldn't fight it.

And James always does the same thing when he's sad.

“I think we need to take a step back from this conversation. Why don’t we go inside?” James offered.

He sounded like he stole that line from some therapist's book on navigating conflict. It made you want to scream.

“You go inside! I’m going to keep walking.” You pushed past him, deliberately letting your shoulder collide with his as you stormed away.

James let the blow knock him back a step, too thrown off to do anything else. He listened to your receding footsteps and he wanted to be the type of boyfriend who runs after you when you’re upset. Who holds you and listens to you until you can work out the problem. Instead—

“Just stay by the house, okay?” he called over his shoulder.

“Yeah, whatever.”

A few hot angry tears slid down your face. You aggressively wiped them away and willed any more tears to dry up. You were tired of crying.

You stomped around the gardens and grass, thinking of Regulus and how he deserved better than siblings who left him behind to find refuge with a boy who wouldn't think twice about rescuing him too.

Leaving that house was something you'd always dreamed of. But you had imagined both of your brothers by your side. No one was ever supposed to be abandoned.

Sirius just didn’t understand how horrible being alone in that house was. You and Regulus had already experienced a taste of it when he went off to Hogwarts a year before you two. Not to mention, Sirius was always the strongest of you, so without him, navigating that house was a whole new terrain.

Maybe that’s what Sirius senses is different about your relationship with Regulus. Those nine months were probably the worst of your life, and Reg is who you went through them with.

And maybe that's why you were so adamant that Regulus can’t be left there alone while everyone else seems ready to abandon all hope. Your parents had never been more furious than when Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor all those years ago. You suspected that they would be worse, angrier than ever after the departure Sirius orchestrated for you and him. You couldn’t let Regulus face that alone.

Somewhere along the line, worry for Regulus took precedence over the anger that held your gentle love for James hostage. By the time you came to a large trees on the outskirts of the lawn, the anger from the previous argument had simmered.

As you plopped down in the dirt and sat against its trunk, you tried not to be annoyed that taking a step away from that conversation really worked.

You took in your surroundings to distract yourself. It was to no avail, as a nearby shed caught your eye. Through its open window, you could see James’ broom and other quidditch gear.

“You idiot,” you chastised yourself aloud. You let your head fall into your hands as a million nasty thoughts about yourself raced through your mind, the most prominent being you’re just like your mother.

It was just like her to pick fights. You couldn’t breathe in that house without her telling you that you were doing it wrong. She always found something to yell at you for.

How could I act like that, you winced as you recalled the fight you just walked away from.

Poor James, who you yelled at for not being mad at you. It really was just like her to get upset over something so irrational. You felt ill over the similarity, and you were overwhelmed with a sense of impending doom.

You couldn't let yourself be doomed to your parents' fate. You wanted to be kind, reasonable, rational. So, what wouldn't they do in this situation?

A safe assumption would be that they wouldn't feel bad, so you're already on the right track it seems.

They also wouldn't apologize.

Okay, yeah. Apologize. You could apologize.

You have to apologize.

Just go apologize.

But you just couldn’t get yourself to move. You were frozen in shame for your behavior, the only movement was the rise and fall of your chest from your labored breath.

James Potter did not like feeling sad. It was unsettling, uncomfortable, so utterly unlike him.

Whenever it happened, he tried to hide from it. He'd lock himself away somewhere before he'd dare face it head on— or admit that it's there at all.

The last time he was sad, he let himself fall asleep in the common room just so he wouldn't have to face his friends back at his dorm. And when his childhood pet died, he didn't mention it for months, only alerting his friends to his cat's passing when Peter asked how old his cat was again.

It's not that James thought there was anything wrong with being sad. He definitely didn't believe in any of that nonsense that real men don't cry. In fact, he was always the first to offer his shoulder if any of his friends were upset, back pats and let-it-all-outs at the ready.

But when it was him, when he was the one with the lump in his throat and a pit in his stomach, he couldn't handle sadness anymore. It made him feel vulnerable, and he wanted to be the strong one, the brave one. The one who lights up a room with the force of the sun and brings humor and fun into everyone's days.

So, when he couldn't be that, he'd rather be alone. He'd rather sit isolated in a dimly lit room where the darkness can't touch anyone but himself.

His bed creaked under his weight as he shifted in place, the only movement he has made in several minutes.

He was trying to be still and let his mind focus on nothing but his breathing. He was especially trying not to think of your argument.

He counted out his inhales and exhales, just as he had learned years ago in divination class.

James took divination for one year only. It wasn't for him, but one thing from that class did stick with him— the lesson on mindfulness. Something about mediation and a clear head opening your mind to frequencies you may not normally be able to comprehend.

James wasn't sure about all that, but he quite liked the calmness of the exercise they did in class that day, even if he felt a bit silly doing it.

He finds himself repeating the meditation from that class when he's down. He much prefers a clear head to one with racing thoughts that give him that choked up feeling in his throat.

He was broken out of his feeble attempt at a meditative state when there was a knock at his door.

Hope swelled in his stomach. Maybe you've come to talk. Maybe he could smooth things over with you. And then he could stop feeling like this.

He tried not to look disappointed when Sirius walked through the door.

Sirius gave James a once over as the door clicked shut behind him, "What's wrong with you?"

"Me?" James forced a chuckle, "Nothing's wrong with me."

"You're sitting at the foot of your bed, starin' at the floor, shoulders slumped," Sirius' hand swept towards James' hunched form, "I know what upset looks like, Prongs."

"I'm not upset," James insisted still, "I'm just thinking. Is being lost in thought a crime these days?"

Sirius shrugged, plopping down on the bed next to James. His legs hung over the edge as he let his back hit the sheets, his arms sprawled at his sides.

James listened as Sirius puffed out a long, exhausted breath.

"You alright?" James asked, not bothering to look back, letting his sad eyes remain fixed on the floor.

"Ah, I see. Worried about me, are you?" Sirius guessed.

James seized the opportunity to excuse his demeanor. Besides, he wanted to talk about what Sirius had said earlier anyway.

"You did have a pretty nasty spat with your sister. And then you nearly collapsed."

There's a lull in the conversation for a moment as Sirius thinks.

"Your parents fixed me right up again. Gave me some nasty potion to help with the dizziness. Tasted like sewage but 'm good as new. They're off now, by the way, picking up some herbs they want to steep and feed me for these spasms I keep having in my hands."

James winced. Spasms, a potential side effect of being under the Cruciatus Curse.

"Sirius... about what you said happened. Your mother–"

"I don't want to talk about that," Sirius spoke quietly, somberly.

After a moment, Sirius added, "I don't want to think about any of them ever again."

James felt a pang in his heart, knowing Regulus was included in 'them'. You wouldn't have stood for it if you'd heard Sirius say that.

James' mind wanders back to your earlier argument, his earlier attempts to avoid these thoughts futile now. You were so adamant that you needed to go back for Regulus, ready to dive into some sort of escape plan, and that still scared the hell out of James.

He considered telling Sirius about what you wanted to do. One on hand, he knew Sirius would be on board with keeping you the hell away from there— keeping you safe. On the other hand, it felt like tattling on you to your brother.

James thought about the betrayal written across your face earlier. How hurt you were when you suspected James was choosing to believe Sirius over you. Confiding in Sirius now would surely, surely make it worse. And James didn't want to hurt you.

And yet—

"Thing is... I have to talk to you about something. About your sister... and about Regulus."

A flinch finally broke you out of your statue-like state when a sudden and distinct fluttering sounded above you. You expected to see any mundane bird when you looked up, but there was nothing there. You leaned around the tree to try to locate the source.

Instead of any random creature of flight, it was a familiar owl. And he was not in the tree, rather next to it, in a designated perch located on the other side of the thick trunk.

"Oh. Hello," you greeted the owl. He stared at you blankly, of course.

You've met this owl before. His name was Glory. You didn't know why, but James had named him, and you supposed that it was a name that James would have thought of.

You've received countless letters from James, all delivered by Glory. There were the long ones, which you mostly received during the times you were apart. Glory was good at discretely delivering them to your window. And if James also had mail for Sirius, he knew to deliver yours first.

James was always checking up on you over the holidays, making sure you were okay and telling you stories of his own time at home that would take your mind off of whatever horrible things were going on at Grimmauld Place.

When you were together, back at Hogwarts, James still sent you little notes whenever you weren't near. He knew how much you loved receiving notes from him, so he made it a habit. He would send notes about things he saw that reminded him of you, expressions of how much he missed you even if he'd seen you mere hours prior, declarations of love that he couldn't keep inside until the next time he'd be alone with you.

Oh, your sweet boy.

"I really messed up, didn't I?" You asked Glory. You chided yourself for continuing to try to talk to an owl. Not that owls weren’t smart. In fact, they were very intelligent, especially the magical sort. Glory could understand you, but it’s not like he had the ability to respond.

You imagined that Glory would tell you that you messed up big time if he did, though.

You pushed yourself up to your feet, wiping dirt and twigs off your pants when you rose. As you walked back towards the house, you wondered if your mother ever felt sorry like this, if she ever wanted to apologize sometimes. Surely, at some point she did. James' words come back to you about how we're all human, and you want to believe that maybe there was a memory lost in your mind of her apologizing to you.

You'd have been a wide-eyed little kid at the time, snot-nosed and teary-eyed after she yelled at you for spilling milk or leaving a toy in the middle of the floor. She'd wrap her arms around you and apologize for raising her voice. Then she'd shush and coo soothingly until your tears dried up and you could show her all of your baby teeth in a wide grin.

It was unnatural, the image of her in your mind like that, but your heart burned for it to be real. As sick as it was, you still yearned for your mother's love, even if it was a thing of the past.

Maybe your house really was a poison. Because if she had ever been gentle, one way or another, Walburga Black got colder and harsher over the years. She spiraled so deep into darkness that she seemed to want to be cruel. After all, to cast the Cruciatus Curse, you do have to really want it.

Each step you took was invigorated with a new sense of determination. Apologizing to James now, owning up to your mistake, it was only the first step of doing everything in your power to never be anything like that woman.

It felt like no time passed at all by the time you arrived outside of James' door. You didn't feel ready to face him, but you raised your fist anyway. Just when knuckles were about to meet wood, you heard a muffled voice from inside.

"What do you think?" James' voice asked softly. Then, after a beat of silence, "Did you hear me?"

"Yeah, James, I heard you," Sirius said. He had that far away kind of tone in his voice he gets when he's trying to distance himself from his emotions.

"And?"

"And I'm bloody tired of talking about him!" Sirius barked. Even from the safety of the other side of the door, you flinched.

"She doesn't get it. She'll never get it because it's him," your brother continued. "If she had known he wasn't coming she probably wouldn't be here either. If it's a choice, it'll be him over me in a heartbeat. He could've done the bloody spell on me himself and she'd still choose him. Merlin, she could've done the bloody spell if he asked her to."

If felt like the wind was knocked out of you. You bit your tongue until you drew blood, fighting the urge to cry out, as if Sirius' words physically wounded you.

Rationally, you knew that Sirius was just angry, that he didn't mean it. But the rational side of your brain hasn't been winning many battles today.

You vaguely heard James tell Sirius not to say things like that as you backed away from his door until you met the wall behind you with a thump.

There was silence from inside James' room for mere seconds before the door was ripped open. Sirius stood in the doorway, James behind him. You couldn't read your brother's expression, there barely was one. How typical of him to hide behind a blank stare.

You, however, were wide eyed with a hand clamped over your mouth, leaning against the wall behind you, sure you'd collapse without its support.

Sirius began to say your name and suddenly your hand was gone and the words were tumbling from your lips.

"How could you say that?" Your voice was strained, "I wouldn't ever do that– He wouldn't ever do that!"

Sirius' eyes bore into yours but he didn't say anything. You wished you could tell what he was thinking under that stupid mask of his.

"I shouldn't have to tell you over and over again that I love you both. You are both my brothers, you both mean the world to me. It's so irrational and– and foolish to worry about a choice that I'd never–"

You cut yourself off. The irony of being so hurt by Sirius' words were not lost on you. You had only just been accusing James of choosing Sirius over yourself.

"No, that's not true," Sirius bit back, "because that choice is upon you now. So, go ahead. Let's see if you can surprise me."

"What?"

"Choose me, stay here where it's safe. Choose Regulus, go right ahead and try to be his jailbreak. But when you can't convince him to leave, when he refuses, I won't be surprised when you choose to stay there too."

Your eyes flashed to James, who looks way too shameful for you to not put two and two together. You were conflicted; feelings of regret over accusing James of choosing Sirius over you were mixing with feelings of betrayal that James had ran right to Sirius with your words.

You'd let the guilt and betrayal sink in and shred you to pieces later. You had Sirius to deal with first.

"What is wrong with you?" you hissed. "How could you be so dim? Wanting our brother to be safe does not mean I'm choosing him over you."

"Color me unsurprised!" Sirius yelled, looking smug.

Your eyes began to burn, "Fuck you, Sirius!"

James tries to interrupt, "Er, hey, maybe we should–"

"Don't you dare tell me we need to take a step back from this conversation, James!"

James' mouth clamped shut.

"Don't yell at him!" Sirius squawks.

"You want to talk about choosing one person over another? Let's talk about it. Don't pretend you haven't given up on Regulus ever since you met his shiny new replacement!"

You'd feel real shitty about saying that in front of James later; the look on his face at your words was already burned into your memory.

"Don't turn this on me!" Sirius shouted.

"You're such a hypocrite. And an imbecile for thinking I care about you any less than Regulus. Of course I care about you both the same. And you may not believe it, but Regulus cares about you too!"

"That's–"

"I don't want to hear it," you interrupted, "I'm done. Say it James."

James looked like a deer in headlights, "What?"

"Say the thing!" you shouted.

"We need to take a step back from this conversation?"

Your arms flew up, gesturing towards James as you stared Sirius down with an exasperated look on your face. Your brother scoffed and stormed down the hall, disappearing to anywhere else in the Potters' home.

For a moment it was just you and James in the hall. Your eyes met and he looked anguished and far too apologetic. You knew that you were supposed to be the apologetic one, and you felt your heart begging you to let the sorrys loose.

It was too bad that the betrayal started settling in before the guilt.

"Sirius was right before. You are a snitch."

With that, you slipped back into your room and let the door slam shut behind you.

James remained in the hall for a moment longer, not knowing who to follow. He should follow one of you.

Instead, he decided to retreat back to his bedroom.

James wanted to be alone again.

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psychopomp-namine · 3 months ago

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yingdu episode 5 spoilers

ohhh my god this is everything I want from cheng xiaoshi. yes. perfect. sorry, but I'm a cheng xiaoshi whump liker and link click always brings out the best of them in episode 5 of each season.

there's just something cathartic about how when cheng xiaoshi becomes an emotional mess, it's also when he's most disconnected with the people he knows (physically, as he's diving in a photo and his only link to his home timeframe is a disembodied lu guang in his head) but it's also when he's most connected with strangers (when their own personal trauma lines up with his). to me, it's a showcase of empathy and a strange manifestation of his own agency. something about how the disconnect gives him the space to blow up, and the connection heightens it and grants him permission, almost, to express his anger more freely for his own sake and for another person's behalf.

like. listen, okay, I'm gonna ramble now because cheng xiaoshi is my favorite character in this entire show, but listen. sometimes some fans will conflate adjectives to his character that are usually associated with his character archetype, but they aren't necessarily true about him as a character. and I don't mean it in a, "he's not like that because he grows out of those traits" kind of way. I mean it in a, "he was never like that" kind of way.

one of those adjectives, for me, is when people call him immature. he isn't! to me! imo! he's got big emotions, yes, but I personally don't think the presence of big emotions indicates anything about maturity. because you know what? as long as his primary trauma (feelings of abandonment) isn't touched, he is very good at handling interpersonal conflicts, and that's what's interesting to me.

qiao ling hides relevant information from him? he removes himself from the situation to give himself space and sort out his feelings. he tells her he's fine and that he'll be back.

post-earthquake arc? I'll just copy paste what I already said in a previous ask:

what initially got me was when I was first watching S1, I thought the earthquake arc would have devastating effects on [shiguang's] relationship. listen, I didn’t know what I was getting into with link click, but I thought that was expected. it’s ripe for drama! but how do they handle the fight? they put their side business on hold but they still keep being roommates. they still do their day job. they still talk. they’re still upset but they give each other space but not to the point where they can’t stand existing in each other’s spaces. that’s when I realized that oh, they really trust each other. they have a very solid foundation for their relationship that not even the earthquake arc can break. they’re pretty level-headed about this, actually, all things considered? all the doomed yaoi stuff came later, but that’s just the cherry on top. it’s the way they handled conflict and disappointment in S1 that got me.

okay, protect-namine, why go through that whole tangent? BECAUSE! circling back to yingdu episode 5, we finally, finally get to see cheng xiaoshi let out some of his anger. and it's precisely because his primary trauma point was on the table. he can forgive a friend lying, and he can forgive being told not to change the past. because at the end of the day, qiao ling and lu guang stayed. they never left him.

but he cannot handle abandonment. he cannot understand why people leave. he cannot understand why he's been clinging on to false hope this entire time. and more importantly, he cannot understand how someone can be such a hypocrite about it. "a man who'd rather be kind to strangers than face his own son" like fuck man. cheng weimin you fucked up so bad.

it's the disconnect/connect thing again too. thematically, it makes sense. when does cheng xiaoshi blow up? when he's alone, far away from the people that ground him. alone, the feeling he hates the most. he's not even in his own body. he blows up when he's inhabiting a stranger's. he doesn't even get to be angry as cheng xiaoshi.

how fucked up is that. man. I love him so much.

also I'm going crazyyyy over the family themes going on in link click. much to say about the show itself across all seasons (the twins, qiao ling and cheng xiaoshi, even the liu siblings), but for this episode... god. okay this is slight speculation territory now and I'll try to keep this very short, because this is only tangential to the post. but. imagine xia fei getting the good parent figure in cheng weimin that cheng xiaoshi never had. and he doesn't know!! he's bitter inside about his dad and he's having hotpot with xia fei and he doesn't know he was in that school!! fuck that's so good. that's so juicy.

okay, sorry, I have a lot of feelings about cheng xiaoshi. he's my link click blorbo of all time, and I love when he experiences The Horrors™ because it's also when other sides of him gets to shine.

on a brighter note:

VEIN AND CHENG XIAOSHI MEETING AGAIN!!! their greeting was so cute. also omg does xia fei know? that his boss is maybe possibly a cannibal? actually, wait, I don't think I'd be surprised if he does know.

ah and finally. finally:

I've been having many thoughts on how yingdu approaches "friendships" and their transactional nature (mostly with regards to liu xiao) but I mostly thought they're headcanon stuff. but now. I'm so so happy that episode 5 is bringing out more of the quid pro quo theme. liu xiao with the gift giving. wang qing's "friends" (bullies) demanding her to cheat on the exam for them. and now, vein and cheng xiaoshi having a friendly greeting but also exchanging favors. so good. so good. it goes along with how there's so much handshakes and handholding this season (not just with lu guang and cheng xiaoshi, but with cheng xiaoshi and the the antagonist trio too, who have all met him by "helping" him in some way). something something trust and favors. probably something that deserves its own post though, but I wanted to point this out because I am soooo here for that. it's goes hand in hand (ha!) with the whole fraud/lies vs innocence/honesty theme this season, and deals/contracts being an equalizer to the two. very good. very tasty.

edit: ooh they also point to this in the YE6 trailer too. nice, nice. if you knew someone's true colors, would you still be their friend?

man, I love episode 5. it just hits all the stuff I personally wanted to see. the only flaw is that we still haven't seen the older version of wang qing, but yeah I kinda expected that they'll hide her until episode 6. they're giving her the liu xiao treatment from season 2. sigh. really wish she'd keep showing up in S3, we need more female characters in this show 🙏

#mine musings #liveblogging link click #link click #link click spoilers #the fic writer in me is so pleased. this is validating so much of the direction i want my fic to go #i'm sorry if this reads as very rambly. this post could probably be shorter but i don't wanna fix this up to make it read better #my emotions for cxs are too much to be organized in a logical manner #no meta-formatted essay like my post with qiao ling. this is just me blorbofying him #literally half stream of consciousness writing. cxs you are so loved. i love u. i hope you get cuddles but i love when you face The Horrors #because i know you can handle it. and also you needed to blow up like YESTERDAY so honestly this is therapy for you now #actually you know what. i'll probably reference this in the future for fic purposes so yeah i'll tag it #link click meta #actually i'll add one more thing re: maturity but i'll put it here in the tags #something i love about cxs. is that no matter the trauma he goes through. he is still kind #like this could've been anyone's villain origin story. but cxs works hard to be kind in spite of his experiences #like back again with conflating big emotions with immaturity. but choosing to be kind despite it all? it takes a lot of heart to do that

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hrizantemy · 7 months ago

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It’s time to say what’s obvious but so often ignored: the Inner Circle, these supposedly wise, all-powerful beings, are over five hundred years old. That’s centuries of experience, life lessons, and power, and yet they constantly act like immature, emotional wrecks. They’ve lived through wars, court politics, and the passage of entire generations, but instead of showing the wisdom that should come with their age, they bicker like children. Feyre, Nesta, Elain, and even someone like Tarquin—who, by all accounts, is much younger—don’t have even a fraction of their life experience, and yet the Inner Circle’s behavior often doesn’t reflect any of that supposed wisdom. It’s not only frustrating but also embarrassing that they repeatedly revert to petty emotional outbursts, jealousy, and manipulation, refusing to grow past the same toxic dynamics they’ve had for centuries.

There’s simply no excuse for this kind of childish behavior when you’re over five hundred years old. By now, they should be the epitome of maturity, poise, and wisdom, but instead, they choose to stew in their own egos, dragging others down with them. Take Rhysand, for example—he constantly pushes the narrative that he’s this benevolent leader, yet he uses his wife, and her family when it suits him, all while coddling his supposed circle of warriors when they’re in the wrong. For a group that holds so much power, they act like they’re stuck in the same emotional rut, never maturing beyond their pain and petty rivalries.

Let’s get one thing straight: this isn’t about denying the Inner Circle their emotions. They’re entitled to feel, to hurt, and to carry their traumas just like anyone else. But what’s frustrating—and what I’m pointing out—is the way they handle those emotions and, more importantly, how they project them onto others, especially when it doesn’t align with their supposed maturity and experience. These are beings who have lived through centuries of hardship, war, and loss. They’ve seen entire kingdoms rise and fall, watched loved ones die, and survived unimaginable horrors. So, no, I’m not saying they need to be emotionless or stoic. I’m saying that for beings with that level of experience, their reactions, especially to those younger and less experienced than them, are bafflingly immature and often downright toxic.

Take Cassian as a prime example. You’re telling me this five-hundred-year-old man who’s been a general, who’s led soldiers into battle, and seen the worst war can bring, has the emotional capacity of a temperamental teenager when it comes to Nesta? When she, a woman clearly battling her own trauma, tells him to leave her alone, his response is to yell at her? To throw the present he wanted to give her in some kind of temper tantrum? This is a man who has seen more death, more hardship, more conflict than most people can comprehend, and yet, he can’t handle a conversation with a woman he supposedly cares about without reverting to childish behavior. Oh, poor Cassian, does he need a blankie and a bottle after someone dares challenge him or ask for space? Instead of showing any emotional intelligence or restraint, his answer is to lash out. How does that align with centuries of experience? Shouldn’t he, of all people, understand that sometimes backing off and offering quiet support is what someone needs?

It’s not about whether they can have emotions. It’s about how those emotions manifest. Cassian’s outbursts, Rhysand’s manipulations, Morrigan’s coldness—these are not signs of beings who have had centuries to learn emotional regulation. They act like they’re stuck in the emotional maturity of their youth, never evolving, never adapting, never showing the wisdom or grace you’d expect from someone with five hundred years of life behind them.

Trauma absolutely plays a part in how the Inner Circle behaves—it would be unfair to say otherwise. But here’s the problem: they hold everyone else to impossibly high standards when it comes to dealing with trauma, yet they give themselves all the room in the world to indulge in unhealthy coping mechanisms. They’re allowed to drink themselves into a stupor, sleep around, lash out, or wallow in their issues for centuries without anyone questioning it, but the moment someone else shows signs of struggle? Suddenly, the torches are lit, and it’s time to ‘fix’ them. The hypocrisy is staggering.

Take Nesta as an example. She drinks, she isolates herself, she lashes out—and yes, those behaviors are self-destructive, but they’re clear signs of someone drowning in trauma. Instead of offering her real support or even the same leniency they give themselves, they treat her like she’s a ticking time bomb that needs to be locked away until she behaves. It’s as if the moment someone else mirrors their own coping mechanisms, it becomes unacceptable. Rhysand and his Inner Circle are constantly drinking and celebrating, finding solace in excess, but that’s fine because they’ve ‘earned it,’ right? Cassian can sleep around, drink to numb his pain, and it’s brushed off as just his way of dealing. But when Nesta drinks? It’s suddenly a huge problem, a sign of her being out of control and needing to be ‘rehabilitated.’ The double standard is glaring.

It’s this hypocrisy that makes their treatment of others so frustrating. They act as though they’re the gatekeepers of who is ‘handling’ their trauma the right way. It’s perfectly fine for them to drink and fuck away their pain, to drown their sorrows in hedonism, but the minute someone else—someone younger, someone less experienced, someone like Nesta—shows even a fraction of the same behavior, they’re ready to intervene. They want to control how others process their trauma, but refuse to examine their own methods. If Nesta needs to be locked away for drinking too much, for isolating herself, then what about Cassian? What about Rhysand? What about Morrigan? Why don’t they hold themselves to the same standards? Instead, they act like they’re above it all, excusing their own vices while condemning others for the same.

#anti acosf #anti acotar #anti inner circle #anti feysand #anti rhysand #nesta archeron deserves better #pro nesta #anti azriel #anti amren #anti cassian #anti morrigan #anti nessian #anti night court

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fawnprincessblog · 1 year ago

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𝒜𝓃𝓰𝓮𝓁'𝓈 𝒹𝓮𝓋𝓮𝓁𝓸𝓅𝓂𝓮𝓃𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓎.

(part 1: 'the praise and some coffee') type: slow burn, fluff (tom kaulitz 2015 × fem reader)

includes : teacher × student, childish annoying immature school girl who's name is Angel (you), teacher tom, wannabe teacher's pet, age gap. tom is 25, angel is 17. plot : angel, a young, childish and innocent honour student was shunned by her schoolmates due to her being a teacher's pet, but none of that mattered whenever she ran into her favorite teacher, Tom, that she so deeply admired, who she swears on her life she will serve until the day she dies. despite being favourited by many other teachers, tom does not favour her due to her clingy behaviour. she may be smart but her hormones play a huge part in her schooling life as well.

bambi's note! : hello sweeties :3 i don't really wanna explain much but i think you guys will be sick of hearing the same lame excuse to why i disappear quite frequently. writer block makes me want to suicide sometimes, i've been trying my hardest to write, this took me months to finally put tgt. crazy that it's short too. i have drafts from last year in my docs. im also an art student, so it makes it hard to tackle both things rn. anyway, have fun reading part one of 'Angel's development diary ' :3

“Everyone now turn to page 74,” Tom instructs, his voice sharp and echoing across the classroom. The whole room was silent, only he could be heard. Nobody would disrespect a man like him, for he was rather strict, and serious, his only intention being to get his point across and educate his students. That’s what the majority saw in him.

Well, except for one person. That was Angel. The honour student of her class.

Angel saw what other people did not care about. Despite being the very sophisticated and refined teacher everyone knew, to her he was so much more. Tom was a young, 25 year-old Maths teacher. She admired that strong body structure of his, and the way his face features all fit together. The way his hair was always worn in a messy bun, a few strands poking out the front, had just added to his good looks. He wasn’t over-dressed, like those wannabe scientists-looking teachers in her physics classes; he was rather usually seen in t-shirts. On special occasions, she got to see him in a suit.

He wasn’t the kind to play around. He expected all his students to pass his class with flying colours, not one left behind. In fact, all teachers wished the same. In such a popular and very high-class school, of course every single student had to be well-behaved and supremely knowledgeable.

The school Angel went to was one with a high standard of academic and extracurricular achievements. It has a strong emphasis on academics and often has a highly selective acceptance rate, which makes it difficult to get in. She was quite lucky. The campus has beautiful architecture, state-of-the-art facilities, and ample resources for students' academic and personal development. The faculty members are very well-educated and experienced in their respective fields, and the school often has a high student-teacher ratio. The students are often from wealthy families with a strong academic focus, and the school often boasts a high graduation rate.

Coming from such a school that was great and had put Angel’s reputation in great hands meant no mistakes were to be made at all. She had to maintain her good grades. And one thing is for sure: she couldn’t possibly keep having dirty thoughts about her teacher.

“Hey, you,” Tom called out, snapping his fingers twice. “Angel?”

She snapped out of her trance almost immediately, a little startled by his tone. “Oh—yes?” she responds, heat evidently rising in her cheeks the moment he had called out her name. Oh, when he said her name, it only served to heighten her arousal. His voice was so strong and firm, it made her squirm in her seat like a damn worm. All those dirty thoughts wouldn’t go away.

“Are you gonna pay attention? Or is daydreaming the only thing you like to do?” Tom asked, folding his muscular arms across his chest, staring right into her soul. He had this scary glare that usually put most students in fear, but to her, it was attractive. His dominant demeanour when teaching a lesson made her imagine all these horrendous things, like how he was in bed.

“N-No—! Um, I was listening,” Angel responds, clearing her throat. She shifted a little in her seat, tugging at the hem of her red plaid skirt. She was wet. So uncomfortably wet and aroused, she would’ve probably left a stain on the chair if she had gotten up.

“I hope so,” Tom grunted, turning back to the chalkboard to continue writing those endless amounts of Math sums. It was overwhelming to look at; all of the numbers bunched together, the dusty residue of the chalk making it even worse. It was a lot to take in, however that was just how it was.

His teaching continued, his voice loud and clear. Angel diligently started writing down her notes, trying to keep up with his pace. Being such a good student, she had become fond of his teachings, and she was expected to have one of the highest marks among the rest, even if everyone else was already good.

An honour student. That’s what she was. Supposedly, she was the teacher’s pet.

She did well, joined every possible club and involved herself in every school event, making sure she was obtaining high merit points that boosted her reputation in her school. Angel was simply a good little girl that most teachers did like, but the other students, and for some reason, Tom, did not like her. They found her exasperating.

The bell rings. Class is over, and Tom is preparing a stack of worksheets to hand out to the class on the way out. “Alright class, tomorrow I wanna see all your worksheets full of numbers. All correct and no mistakes. I believe I’ve taught you all enough on this topic, so I expect perfect answers,” he announces. “You can pack up and leave now.”

“Sir!” Angel calls out, rising from her seat abruptly, making everyone else pause from their packing up. Majority rolled their eyes. “You forgot to take attendance. Usually you take attendance every morning before class but since you forgot the checklist you said you would—”

“Right, right, okay,” Tom interrupts, an exasperated sigh followed right after. Clearly, he was pissed. Angel was quite aware that he disliked her try-hard behaviour, in fact, she was aware everyone did. Of course as an honour student she was made to please the teachers with good grades and behaviour, but the other students knew clearly she acted the most clingy around Tom. She saw past his strict demeanour and she acted like a child around him. Always trying to point out the simplest things, always reminding him about his meetings, always trying to get him his coffee, always trying to help him out at any damn chance she got— Angel was desperate and needy for his love. She was willing to make him love her. She wanted to be his favourite student.

He notwithstanding, saw her as a confounded girl who was beating a dead horse. A try-hard, annoying, clingy little bitch that stuck to him like a damn tick. It irritated him when she acted like his little servant.

But Angel liked it. She didn’t care.

“Since you wanna help so much, get the checklist for me,” Tom tells her rather bluntly, clicking a pen in his hand as he speaks. Angel’s ears perk up at his request. “What? Really?” she asks, eyes full of joy. That annoying excited voice—it made his ears bleed.

“Go get it, it's in my office,” Tom says. “And hurry. Your classmates wanna leave class.”

“Consider it done, sir!” she enthused, immediately dashing towards the door and running straight to his office. Like a little slave, she did everything for him.

Recess time. One of the times where Angel would bother her favourite teacher the most. Even if she was trying to be helpful, she usually came off as a nuisance. He was an earnest and disciplined man, always keeping up with his set schedule. During break he’d grab coffee in the teacher’s lounge, discuss some things with his colleagues, or he’d take the coffee straight to his office so he can finish up paperwork. However he wasn’t the only one who kept to his schedule…

“Hi sir,” she greeted excitedly, grinning like an idiot. She blocked him, not allowing him to continue walking through the school hallway, which was empty since everyone else was at the cafeteria. “Where will you be taking yourself to today? Do you need help with anything?

He lets out a breath, trying his hardest to not let her irritate him right now. Angel being around him was something he couldn’t possibly avoid. It was an everyday thing now. “No,” he said simply. He then looked around. “Do I look like I need help?” His tone was dripping with sarcasm. Angel could tell, but she couldn’t be bothered.

“You may not be holding anything that I could help you carry, but there’s other things I can help with,” Angel says. “Like, your coffee. Do you want me to get your coffee?” She was just so damn innocent acting like a maid trying to please him with every chance she got. She really acted like life was all unicorns and rainbows, like she had not a single issue in the world.

“For the last time, I can get it myself. You’ve been asking this everyday now,” Tom sighs. “Shouldn’t you be eating? It’s recess. Go eat.”

“I already have,” Angel replies with that annoying giggle right after, making him clench his jaw. She was insufferable. That giggle was ingrained into his mind. He could recognise it from a mile away.

“Okay, good. Now if you don’t mind, you can just mov—”

“One sachet of the coffee mix, two teaspoons of sugar and some milk to top it off,” she interrupted, making him raise an eyebrow. “You use the blue mug. Always the blue mug,” she added.

“You know my coffee?” he asked, a little disturbed by her knowledge on how he liked his coffee. His eyes narrowed to slits, peering at her.

“Yep,” she replies, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. To him, she was a complete stalker at this point. “You have about 12 minutes to go to the teacher’s lounge and get your coffee, and return back to your office to finish marking off the recent test you gave us before you have to rush to the meeting you have with Mr.Harrison about the new changes we’re making to the school’s mural art.”

“What?” he said, almost wanting to laugh in disbelief. That was way too many words for him to comprehend. “You know my schedule?”

“Well I memorised it,” she shrugged. “Tuesday’s and Fridays you stay in your office during break. All the other days you’re eating at the teacher’s lounge.

What the hell, he thought, looking at her with the most perplexed look he’s ever plastered onto his perfect face. “What are you doing, stalking me? My schedule is printed on paper and left in the drawer of my desk—”

“It’s also printed in my mind,” she joked, pointing a finger to her temple.

He looks at her, bewildered. Completely uneasy. He didn’t like this. He knew she always had this weird thing for him, but he didn’t think she was this peculiar, knowing his schedule and all. Tom was taken aback by her behaviour, but he remained unruffled for now. It wasn’t too surprising, since she had been doing this for a while; asking him if she could get his coffee, but he had always declined. In the past, she had been randomly reminding him about his meetings, or anything he planned to do on that day, which he also found annoying, but today she really surprised him, wording out his entire plan for today.

He cleared his throat. “Well, I know my own schedule, I don’t need you to tell me,” he says.

“I know. You’re very smart. But, I figured you’d like help,” she says, grinning.

He had to get rid of her. This damn pest of a student. “I don’t. Not right now. So, If you don’t mind, Angel, please move aside so I can go.” He tries to walk past her, but she stubbornly blocks him again.

“C’mon, I’m sure you need someone to get your coffee,” Angel insisted, looking at him with those set of pathetic eyes, ones that he insanely hated to look at. She was small, pretty, and sweet, but she was tiring. He didn’t like her. “Angel…” he sighed, wanting to snap at her, but he held back; he may be strict, but there was no reason to be shouting at a student who just wanted to help so badly, right? “...Fine. Get my coffee, bring it to my office. Now.” he finally relented, looking down at her rather annoyed that he had forced himself to give in. Oh, she really had her ways.

“Yes, sir!” Angel exclaims, smiling widely, and she dashed off, disappearing immediately. Tom folded his arms, watching the pesky little girl run off to get his coffee like a slave. She obeyed him so much, wanting to do anything just for his attention. He chuckled a little, he couldn’t help himself.

“One coffee,” she says, placing the blue ceramic mug onto his desk slowly, as if she were a waitress. Tom had been busy on his computer, going over some emails while waiting. She had returned rather quickly. Tom flashed her a faint smile, and he took the cup, taking a small sip. She had got it right. It tasted exactly like how he wanted.

Wait for the praise, wait for the praise, Angel thought in her mind, eagerly looking at him for a positive reaction with big, innocent eyes.

“It’s exactly how I like it, Angel,” Tom finally says, looking up at her. He noticed her small hands fidgeting with the hem of her school skirt. “Good job,” he finally praised, his voice low and soothing.

Angel’s cheeks immediately flushed pink. Everytime he gave her praise, her arousal hit her like a brick. She couldn’t contain herself. She could already feel herself soaking her panties. “N-No problem, sir…” Angel says, her lips slowly curling into a nervous grin. She squeezed her thighs together a little, trying to contain herself.

“You may go now,” he says.

“Y-Yes,” she nods, bowing a little as a sign of respect. She then left.

Tom did not know the effect he had on this girl. If only he could ease that ache.

#tokio hotel #love #boyfriend #tom kaulitz #smut #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader

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