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arklay · 1 year
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DIANA x ALBERT WESKER / template.
#mine.#pair: ewskers#oc: diana#click for better quality ♡#posting this before i start changing more things lmao but yes i went nuts and made my own psd from scratch... don't look at me#changed ages to birth years cause of how much time passes in the story!! and also gives cheeky fc for you hehe runs away#the checkboxes make me scream like he almost had a clean sweep it's so funny. and he could've had one more i'm not even joking. cause their#first kiss was technically both of them... like idk how to explain this but they were already standing close then diana moved even closer#and was tracing his jaw and such and they were just lingering while holding eye contact but he was the one who actually closed the distance#so i mean... yeah. she was just about to and he beat her to it!! but diana made the move to get them into that position in the first place#is what i mean. i just couldn't give him more it was already too hilarious lmao#can't tell if i like the lil icons but i can't doodle so peace and love on planet earth but yes i'm happy with how this came out hehe#clueless levels are cause they are clowns <3 i have a lot of thoughts about all that but yes they both take hints in some aspects but i#think they both have trouble telling if they are genuine or not or if they are misreading the situation or whether something is romantic or#not (unless ofc it's over the top and ridiculous. ahem. excella. cough. explodes her with my mind) but yeah hit him with the tism so he's#learnt how to read people very well as he's gotten older but i think when it comes to actual just genuine like wanting to get to know#someone and not just someone wanting to get in his pants he seconds guesses it a lot. and diana's all stems from being rattled by her past#experiences oughguhh and i mean her not actually having experienced proper feelings for someone until him lmao but she's got trust issues#also there were so many tropes i could use (thank you to bestie elliot for helping me finds names of things) but i had to do i got you a#drawer specifically because that moment has such a special place in my heart!! like i need to finish the wip where i talk about that cause#it makes me so silly i'm not even joking#anyway omg i hope the mentions work because doing this on the legacy editor after copying the html for beta one because the image just#didn't want to work in the beta image for some reason rip
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lowkeyrobin · 24 days
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MCYT with a reader who would literally get into a fist fight for them?? Literally, if someone even looks at them wrong reader will throw hands. It's literally that meme (Random person) "GET YO FUCKING DOG BITCH" (MCYT) "it don't bite" "YES IT FUCKIN DO-" I'm sorry I'm feeling silly 😔
OH MY FUCKING GOD I LOVE THIS PROMPT AND THE REFERENCE TO THIS MEME LMFAOOO OH MY LORD BSHWJRHEJJAJW ; very vine oriented so I apologize. you threw me into a loop referencing that
MCYT ; "anytime, anywhere, I'd beat a bitches ass for you"
includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, slimecicle, quackity, & foolish gamers
warnings ; language, talk of blood/injuries, physical fighting, vine cringe because I got very carried away and you can tell
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TOMMYINNIT
he was one of those kids in high school that made light offensive jokes but would never fight anyone over anything, he's not a violent person at all other than in his jokes
but God forbid some random person look at you two weird in public, you're on their ass
you're more offended that they were judging Tommy at all, you couldn't care that they were judging you
"sorry, do you have a problem?" You squint your eyes at the person, "me and my boyfriend are just trying to shop and you keep following us around and staring, like, can I help you?"
just a teenage Karen
yall do take it outside when the motherfucker follows you out and begins to record you
you beat this fuckers ass to a PULP
Tommy's just holding the few bags of stuff you'd purchased staring down, jaw on the fucking floor like "Oh my God wtf do I do"
he had the vlog camera on so he kinda got it all on video before he pulled you away from the person
yall sprinted the hell away bc the security guards were running towards yall 😭😭
#neveridentified
#the person admitted guilt anyways and said they were planning to hurt you so no point in trying to track yall down for self defense
#i barely know the law shush
TUBBO
he physically has to hold you back from fighting people
"y/n, it's fine. they just want a reaction"
"let me beat them up!"
the other person's like "yo wtf is wrong with you????"
"sorry, my partner acts like a hostile animal when people piss them off, sorry"
he appreciates you defending him though, he does like using you as a weapon because he thinks it's funny
I mean at least you guys don't have to worry about getting kidnapped or anything because you'll be there to kick the motherfuckers ass
"GET YO FUCKING DOG BITCH"
"Oh they don't bite, it's okay 🥰"
"YES THEY FUCKIN DO HELP"
RANBOO
they just kind of accepted that you were like this
"I do not endorse violence unless you are y/n. I can't make them un-violent. I have tried, they're a vicious guard dog now"
hurricane Katrina? more like hurricane tortilla when you enter the building
yk the free style dance teacher vine? that'll be ranboo out in public and someone will stare at them all weird and you'll glare back
"walk away, walk away" you mumble, watching the person hurrily walk away as they see you like glaring daggers into their skull
your dynamic is the one vine that's like "Oh can I have a sip of your water?" and "It's not water or vodka, it's vinegar" "bitch what"
then you'll go make angsty edge lord posts to the one bojack horseman audio "I'm not a violent dog" and insert a clip of you beating the shit out of someone in high school
FREDDIE BADLINU
you post the "look at all those chickens" vine on your Twitter everytime you see a hate comment made for one of you
you love instigating fights w people online it's the funniest fucking thing
if you don't know how to reply to some dumbass edgelord response you'll just spam the guacamole vine until they shut up
"wait, why does y/n have so many soaps?"
"MIND YOUR FUCKIN BUISNESS DAVID"
Freddie's response to your violence is usually the saxophone seal vine. he genuinely laughs everytime he sees you fighting w someone online
sometimes you'll stream it while you wait for a response and while you're fighting online trolls who've been brainwashed by Twitter
"You're gay?!?!?!?11??11"
insert the "ms keisha dead" vine and the battle is over idk what to say
fight fire with fire I guess
NIKI NIHACHU
she hates yet loves that you'd fight ppl for her
oh, someone treated her wrong? you'll be trending on Twitter for fighting the person
#y/u/n will literally be at number 1 for a week
people edit the fight too
she appreciates it though, even though she doesn't exactly like to promote violence, she'll accept it from you
"Oh, don't worry about them, they're just a little... nervous around people sometimes"
"nervous? girl that mf is SNARLING at me"
you'll see a post that's like "me when someone tries to start shit w my s/o" and reply with the "hahaha I do that" vine
when I tell you she CACKLES reading online fights with people 😭🙏
CHARLIE SLIMECICLE
"get the F off my yard!" proceeds to have to drag you away from situations where someone's actin a little funny in a /neg way
he genuinely thinks you fighting people for him is funny
he'll tell the stories on stream and to his friends like "dude they fucked this guy up, I honestly feel bad for laughing"
honestly most the time it's people victimizing themselves
like that one meme where the lady very obviously and fakely falls over that bench on LIVE TELEVISION.
he's your biggest supporter
he's the old guy from that one vine of the kid singing "Oh wait a minute mister postman" and he does the whole ass high note
"here's y/n fighting someone for idk what because they're talking to the police 😋"
you're a problem at this point
QUACKITY
you've physically fought so many wild racists for him it's crazy
he'll gladly cheer you on
"AHHHH COME GET YO DOG BRO HELP"
"Oh it don't bite"
you proceed to bite the bitch
online fights are usually responded w the purple teletubby twerking meme
"L don't be a weak ass racist pussy next time"
you fight Logan Paul for some reason??? Twitter drama mostly
don't worry quackitys there to watch
17-3 don't worry... ehehehrhahahha
when he tells you that you need to stop instigating fights you send him the "They ask you how you are but you just have to say that you're fine when you're not really fine" meme BAHDNHAHA
FOOLISH GAMERS
"YOU KNOW WHAT DUDE? IM OUTTA HERE" vine in a nutshell with you two. I can't explain this but it makes sense I swear
"whatd you do to your eyebrows?" meme except its "Whyd you fight that person!?" "I don't really know!"
Twitter fights are like "and they were roommates!" "ohmygodtheywereroomates" I swear to fucking god
you love instigating shit with Twitter trolls
when you stand up for him/reply to edgelord haters for him he replies with the "country boy I love youuuuuuu" vine
"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKIN MONEY!" vine with the law and order intro is literallt how physical fights go
let's just say some stalker edgelords tracked you guys down at the streamer awards...
HE AND PUNZ GENUINLEY CHEER YOU ON
here you go trending on Twitter again
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signedeclipse · 9 months
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I would like to request a headcanon gn!reader x hashiras (please include giyu and rengoku, others are your choice) where the reader is a childhood friend they have a crush on but they never tell her why she already is in a relationship, and the day after their friend tells them about their partner's strange behavior they find out that their friend's partner is cheating on her with someone else, what would they do?
Giyuu | Kyojuro | Sanemi [X Reader]
In which their childhood crush is cheated on by their current s/o.
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Giyuu
Genuinely appalled by your s/o
They are total opposites, your lover being extremely outgoing, popular, and extremely egotistical
But you seemed happy with him, so Giyuu figured it was his fault for feeling so jealous, insecure maybe?
Even still, he couldn't help but want to snap back when your s/o made a sniding remark about you, or jokes about horrible things regarding you to him
He didn't find them funny, but he didn't want to ruin anything for you
He was likely by your side when you both found your s/o pressed up against another, which Giyuu was quick to shield you from
It broke his heart feeling you sob into his shirt, and trying to claw away to get a look, but he knew better than to let you hurt yourself more
Would carry you home and let you release energy however you need, just calmly waiting for you to feel better or to need his company again
Giyuu would love to just, tear that loser apart, but he opts instead to show their photograph to some of his corps members that knew you
Yeah, your ex got more than one beating, and they are never safe anywhere in Tokyo, but Giyuu believes that's for the better
Kyojuro
The hashira is very familiar with what love can do to people, but he would admit that he'd never seen someone screw up so badly
As much as he wanted you for himself, Kyojuro had gone out of his way to help your lover set up dates he knew you'd like, and hint at the things you'd like around special dates
While he never enjoyed your s/o, he assumed it was purely out of envy, and left it at that
Of course, he consoles you every moment, and takes this moment to treat you how he felt you deserved
Home cooked meals, warm blankets, heated rice pouches for comfort, sweets, and any attention you asked for
You were strong, and he knew you'd be on your feet soon enough, it was all about patience
One day, while getting back from a mission he saw your ex with someone else, already smothering one another
Now he doesn't condone violence...
But he did loudly exclaim something good enough to scare your ex's new muse away
" Oh my! If it isn't y/n's cheating ex! I'm happy to see you have found someone else to toy with already! Perhaps you would like some more advice on how to court?"
Your ex was left with a hefty slap, albeit not from Kyojuro, but good enough!
Sanemi
The moment he catches wind of it-
" Fuck! Fuck that ASSHOLE! I'm going to fucking KILL THAT USELESS- " its all bleeped out in post
You mean the world to him, you were one of the only constants he had from his past, and the only who'd never hurt him
You didn't deserve this, especially not the cheating fuck trying to convince you it was your fault, that you werent good enough
This wasn't going to slide
Your ex can expect their door being broken down first thing in the morning, and a prompt punch right to the skull
Broken nose, busted lip, black eye, and one unconscious person later, Sanemi is stomping out and leaves the door open just so the bugs can get in while he's at it
Why would he handle anything peacefully? It's not like you'll know it was him anyways
Okay so you totally knew, because he's your only friend who would do that, but for once you let your passive side slide and didn't say anything about it
Actually, it helped you feel loads better
Besides, the name only comes out a week later when he hears the house is now abandoned, and the dumbass is long gone
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Authors Note - I got a bit lost with the wording of the request switching between pronouns so I hope I got this right!
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rosewould · 1 year
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one way; cbg
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part i | part ii | part iii
🖱️⤻ pairing; afab!reader x beomgyu 🖱️⤻ word count; 6.9k 🖱️⤻ genre; enemies 2 enemies, smut, & angst 🖱️⤻ synopsis; you liked soobin but he didn't like you back. you've come to terms with this and moved on, but beomgyu hasn't. he's very sure he's onto you 🖱️⤻ warnings; hate sex, mean!gyu, slut shaming, breath play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, post orgasm torture (beomgyu rec), dubcon (just in case), blood (nothing crazy at all), pain play, breast play, biting, hair pulling, choking, spitting, unrequited crush, failed confession, you might hate mc?, takes a while for beommie to appear
⌨️⤻ this was very similar to stress relief, I'm aware. That's why it's not a two parter (liar) or a taehyun fic. alsoo while writing this I couldn't stop thinking about what the sex sounded like outside the door. Imagine soobin eavesdropping and being like "????"
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"I think it sounds a little empty here." Soobin chews on his thumbnail as he fixates on the monitor in front of him. The LED lights in his room splash warm purple behind him. The bright desktop illuminated his upper body. His brows were furrowed, jaw clenching and unclenching. Eyes sharp as he examined the screen. Looking just as enchanting as ever.
"When in doubt, dump in some harmonies and background vocals. That's my motto, at least." You mumble, almost like a zombie. Your brain was on autopilot as you stared at him for way too long.
"Yeah, you said that already." Soobin laughs before looking over at you. Your eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights. He can sense the awkwardness as he focuses back on the screen.
"I feel like I'm harmonied out. I have no clue what to put here that doesn't sound repetitive."
You stare blankly at the screen. It took some genuine effort not to look at him again. You didn't want him to think you were weird, but the warm feeling you got whenever you looked at him was intoxicating.
"I dunno, I usually just test shit out until something sticks. I'm not professional, I just kinda wing it."
"I wouldn't say that. I've heard your work. You sound pretty professional to me."
Your heart begins beating prominently in your chest. Gulping, you try your damnedest not to look over at him even though it feels like you could explode. You can't tell whether this feeling sucked or was euphoric. You clench your fists over your jeans.
"A-are you okay? Are you feeling ill??" Soobin leans closer to you, worry evident in his voice.
"I'm okay..." your voice came out quieter than you intended to.
"Ah..." Soobin sounded a bit disheartened, so you peer over at him. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, but you swore you could see a hint of disappointment. Maybe that was just you being needlessly anxious again about every seemingly negative reaction someone might be having towards you.
Your suspicion only grew as time went on. He joked around with you less. He seemed really tense. His sentences were shorter. He barely ever made eye contact with you.
This continued for two weeks. You weren't sure you could take this much longer. You were losing sleep. Did you weird him out that day? Or could he see right through you and felt uncomfortable with your obvious crush? Either way, it was stressing you out to a worrying degree. This had to end.
You texted him to meet you on the roof of your apartment complex. It was obscured from anyone below with a camera and crazy zoom, and it'd be obvious if anyone followed the two of you. It was time to finally find out what the hell was going on. You were still stressed out, but a part of you was foolishly excited.
You even had a sweet dream that he accepted your confession. High off the wonderful feeling that dream gave you, you were all smiles. Nervous smiles, but smiles nonetheless. You sit on the floor next to the door when your jittery nerves came to be too much. Your ears perk up when the door clicks open. You shoot up, smoothing your hands over your clothes. Behind the door is Soobin, brows knit together in clear stress.
"Hi, sorry if you were busy." You smile at him, movement a bit frantic as you bow.
"No it's fine, this will be quick." Soobin's expression is stern, yet he fails to meet your eyes.
Your heart drops, mouth hanging agape. You stand there wordlessly, your hands fidgeting with each other. It felt like a dark cloud loomed over you, suddenly blocking out the sun. You already knew what he meant by that, and what he was going to say. Should you run? No...
You smile bitterly. "Ah, I see. You don't have to say anything else. I understand."
When Soobin finally looks at you, a dim feeling of hope sparks up. You immediately extinguish the feeling.
"Listen," You clear your throat, pushing down the growing feeling of mortification and sadness, "You don't have to worry about me anymore, or I guess my feelings. I know that you still need my help with the new song. I can be professional about that. If I ever make you feel uncomfortable again, just let me know, okay?" You force a wider smile. A part of you hoped that he would accept the offer to still work with you in case he changed his mind.
"Oh! Um... okay. I'm not sure about working with you again just yet." Soobin trails off, pity evident in his voice.
Of course. He can see right through you, you idiot.
"You're right. It's selfish of me to even think that would be a possibility." You laugh awkwardly, shifting the weight from one leg to the other. "Don't worry about it. You know my number so you can call me if you need anything. You don't have to worry about me having ulterior motives."
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You stare at the screen of your phone, the blue light illuminating your face in your otherwise dark room. You go through your photos and delete any pictures of or with Soobin. Just when you guys would've gotten close, you screwed things up with your stupid crush. Now on top of everything Soobin had to deal with, he has to worry about someone who has constant access to him making him uncomfortable. Mr. Park would most likely make the two of you work together again against his will. You should know how this feels, yet you behaved around him so recklessly.
The following morning your manager wakes you up earlier than normal.
"It's a Soobin day, let's go!"
You freeze, eyes wide in shock.
"Soo–? I thought I was off today." Your voice is gruff. You didn't need this stress so early in the morning.
"Mr. Park says that Soobin hasn't been making much progress with his song."
Yeah, you know. It's all your fault.
"He's gonna have the two of you work together more often."
You scratch at your head. This was gonna be difficult to explain, but you tried anyway.
"I'm sorry, my manager woke me up really early this morning, that was the first time I've heard of this."
"No, no! It's fine, I understand. I don't think you're up to something." Soobin waves his hands frantically in front of him, eyes wide.
"Okay, good." You wipe imaginary sweat from your forehead.
"Let's get started."
You and Soobin were back to normal... almost. You could tell he was still a bit wary. He kept side-eyeing you, and it was a lot more awkward. You couldn't blame him, you were thirty percent sure there were still buried feelings. They don't go away that easily. You sigh as the track plays which causes Soobin to quickly pause it.
"What? Is there something wrong??" Soobin was just as frantic as always. You chuckle. "No, all I did was sigh."
His anxious disposition fades as he begins to laugh. "Don't scare me like that."
You both laugh before fading back into that damn awkward state.
"Listen, thank you for being understanding. I know how hard it can be to like someone and be turned down." Soobin says, a hint of guilt in his voice. You look over at him in shock. "You experienced unrequited love? Who are they? Are they blind?"
Soobin looks away, clearly flustered again.
"Oh! Sorry. Too soon? I probably sound crazy." You look away, cheeks hot.
"Y-you don't. It's fine, don't worry about it." The tone of Soobin's voice sounds like he's disappointed. Again.
The atmosphere became ten times more awkward than it was before. You have to take it slow. You really value Soobin as a friend. You can fix this. Seeing Soobin more often was actually perfect for you. You couldn't avoid him forever, so might as well rip the bandaid off now. You look in your bathroom mirror, rinsing off your mask.
Looking into your own reflection, you repeat I like Soobin and that needs to change.
You plant your hands firmly on your sink, taking a deep breath. You close your eyes, reflecting on your situation. You have to sit in such close proximity to Soobin. Feeling his warmth. Smelling his scent. Seeing his smile, ugh those fucking dimples. You inhale shakily, clenching your eyes shut as you start to imagine Soobin closing in on you. Soaked in hues of red, green, and blue. His face so close that your noses touch.
You force your eyes open, slapping yourself across the face. This isn't going well. If you were a normal human being, you'd be able to just put yourself on the market, go on blind dates, and meet guys at bars. No, instead you had to practice 12 hours a day. Eat rabbit food. Endure this torture.
You ball your hands into fists and squeeze them tightly, nails embedded into your palm. For a moment you really considered quitting. Quitting everything. They're taking way too long to finally stick you into a group anyway. All while still capitalizing on your pre-existing fame.
You place your head into your hands, sighing heavily. You shouldn't quit. You've come this far, and your manager says that debut is very close.
That's what you have to focus on. Debuting. Yeah, your crush on Soobin could get him in big trouble, but what about you? Your dreams haven't even started, yet you were about to throw them away because of some boy? You look up from your hands and into the mirror.
"I'm ___." You repeat as you look into the mirror. "I'm ___!"
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You confidently walk into Soobin's room. He looks up, face changing from shock to confusion.
"You look... comfy." Soobin remarks. You rest your hands on your hips, smiling goofily.
"I noticed that you're always dressed in comfy clothes so I decided 'what the heck'," You plop into the chair next to his, "and now that I've done so I understand why you do.".
He can't help but laugh at your strange confidence. "Did you eat some good food or something?" Soobin asks, opening his music editing software.
"No, I'm not you." You scoff, rolling closer to the computer. "Let's get this song finished!"
And finish you did, the song sounds better than you anticipated coming into this. It was all thanks to one method you stuck to. Whenever you felt your heart swelling, you thought about one of the things you disliked about him. You had a whole list full.
He was very soft, which is something you would also say is a pro. However, what if you come home after a shitty day and wanted to blow off some steam? You may not get much dick nowadays, but you still know what you need to get off. Missionary ain't cutting it. After thinking about his first con, they just came naturally. These were things you shoved into the back of your mind to prevent your pristine view of him from being sullied. Now, it's what you needed. Seeing him as the bossy mom friend who's a bit stuck up sometimes really helped.
A week was all Soobin needed to realize things were back to normal. Instead of the uncomfortable amount of compliments you threw at him, so eager to please, you were a lot blunter. Even a bit too blunt sometimes. Soobin wasn't complaining, it was what he was used to with his members.
Soobin was comfortable with you again and his members started to get closer to you as well.
"The song sounds amazing. Thank the lord, Soobin's rough draft was so horrible." Yeonjun tilted his chin into the air to prevent the food in his mouth from spilling while he spoke. Laughter erupts around you, even from Soobin who's scratching the back of his head.
"I didn't want to say anything... but yeah it was pretty bad." You nod, hissing at your own honesty.
"You didn't want to say anything because you had a crush on him." Beomgyu mutters, stirring his drink. The rest of the members point and laugh at you as you sit there, shocked. You had grown accustomed to the jokes, growing a thick skin after it wasn't as topical. To say it out loud would be a level of confrontation you weren't ready for, but you were pretty sure Beomgyu wasn't saying it in a joking manner. A part of you thought that he was actually putting you on the spot for some reason. But he was Beomgyu, he was a goofball. Plus, it's not like you still had a crush on Soobin.
"Beomgyu, I'm starting to feel like you don't like me or something." You laugh to offset any suspicions of an accusation, but you dart your eyes at him to watch his reaction. When you see his straight face staring back at you, your smile drops.
"What's up with this atmosphere?" Taehyun asks nervously.
"I just got chills..." Kai adds, cowering away from Beomgyu as if he was omitting cold air. Beomgyu ignores his members, taking a sip from his drink and keeping his eyes on you.
"I'm sorry about Beomgyu, I'm not sure what his problem is." Soobin sighs once you're back in his room. The two of you didn't even have a song to produce anymore, you were just enjoying each other's company.
"It's fine. Why are you even apologizing, you didn't do it." You snort as you nudge his arm. What you really wanted to say is that you understood Beomgyu's issue. If you said that out loud, you were scared that Soobin would think there was something to worry about, and there isn't. So you keep it to yourself and keep your distance from Beomgyu.
You did a pretty good job, only saying hi whenever you guys were in a room alone. Ignoring how he stared blankly at you and ignored your greeting. Laughed at his "jokes" that were just thinly veiled attacks on your character. Even though you remained friendly, you made sure not to stay in a room with him too long. Scurrying out before the members could leave you alone with him. You thought this would work in your favor, but it seemed like he was growing colder. His "jokes" no longer had a veil. He was just straight-up accosting you. 
"It must be nice cooped up in Soobin's room alone where no one can call you out on your shit." His words seeped into your veins and slowly poisoned you. All with a little smug smile on his face.
"Beomgyu! Cut it out!" Soobin stands up, fed up with his accusations. You raise your hands, signaling for Soobin to calm down and sit back in his chair. "It's fine-" You say quietly.
"No, it's not! If you've got something to say then say it." Soobin cuts his eyes at the younger male. Finally, the anger that Beomgyu was feeling the entire time was reflected on his face. His face twisted in resentment and a bit of pity. He scoffs.
"You're the second oldest, yet you're so naïve." 
Soobin grips the younger male by his shirt and you have to physically pry him off. "Soobin! Stop!"
"You should be saying this to him not me!" He looks at you in disbelief before turning his attention back to Beomgyu. "You think you know what you're talking about but you don't. Stay out of our business."
"Maybe you think I don't." Beomgyu keeps his eyes trained on Soobin as his finger points toward you. "But she does. Why else do you think she hasn't stuck up for herself." 
All of the members look at you with confusion in their eyes. You gulp, feeling like you were standing in a dark room with one lone spotlight beaming down on you. 
"I-I... I just... I don't want to cause any trouble-"
"Bullshit." He spat before leaving the room. He had a right to be worried about his friend, and that's why you didn't say anything. You didn't realize how guilty that made you look, though. The members keep their eyes on you, carefully watching as you fiddle with your fingers. 
"I'm sorry... I really was trying to prevent any conflict," You sigh, failing to properly explain yourself, "I just keep digging a deeper hole."
"No, I know you more than he does. I can say confidently that I know you're not scheming behind my back. He's just a stubborn little brat." Soobin huffs, still fuming from the exchange.
Without his members staring you down your brain was quieter. Able to focus on all your worries more vividly in turn. You squeeze your eyes shut. "I don't want to come in between you guys. Please talk to him once you both calm down."
"He's the one that needs to–"
"Please? He's just looking out for you because he cares about you." You press your lips into a thin line, hoping it’s not too late.
-🖱️▷
"We talked and he wants to speak to you alone." annoyance is evident in Soobin's features as he stares at his monitor. Clenching his jaw, but this time not in concentration.
"R-really? Why?"
"I don't know." He throws his arms in the air, dropping them back to the desk shortly after. "He just insisted on trusting him. I don't."
You hug your body with a troubled expression tugging at your features. It really sucked hearing that he doesn't trust Beomgyu. That he trusts you more. He's only known you for less than a year. He's known Beomgyu for at least four. They were pretty close before you came along, and the thought of you ruining their relationship made you feel horrible. All because of a stupid crush.
"I'll talk to him."
Soobin tries to talk you out of it, insisting that you did nothing wrong and that he needs to stop being an asshole. You try to look for another way to explain how you feel but come up short. You sigh, deciding to reveal your thoughts. "If hanging out with you guys is ruining your relationship, I’d rather stay away altogether."
Soobin’s annoyance at Beomgyu fades after your confession. His words escape his brain as quickly as they appear. He’s realizing now how horrible it must feel to come in between friends. 
“I want to fix this.” You add on, hoping he’ll come around. You chew on your lip, tightening your arms around your body as Soobin deliberates. He releases a hefty sigh.
"Okay. I understand." There’s a hint of stubbornness still lingering but he forces it to the wayside. You notice his inner turmoil and pat him on his back before standing up from your chair. He tells you that Beomgyu's in his room alone. You knock on the door and a tight voice beckons you in. When you slowly open it, you see Beomgyu at his computer. 
"Close the door behind you." he says, not looking your way. His brows are furrowed, and you can’t tell if it’s because he’s aggravated or focused. You oblige, waiting for him to say something. He stands from his computer chair wordlessly and crosses his arms before you. 
"I think you should stop coming around here." the words leave his mouth like they were nothing. Your heart drops, but you really didn't want to argue.
"I don't agree, Beomgyu." Though you know leaving might be the only option if all else fails, you selfishly still want to be here. You enjoy their company.
"So you think you've done nothing wrong?" he derides and you groan. "I never said that. I did make Soobin uncomfortable in the past and I was wrong for doing so." You finally say the words out loud and even after all this time they weigh on you. You hope it’s enough but looking at the determination on his face, you know it’s not.
"So you understand that it's fucked up that we should even worry about this? You even have the other members worried now.” His words are harsh and he puts no effort into sugarcoating them with his tone or expression. His eyes beat down on you as he hurls the words at you. 
They give you pause, reconsidering your dynamic with the other until now. “They what? That can’t be right.” They seemed a little awkward yesterday after Beomgyu’s accusation, but it couldn’t be that serious. Your face pinches, trying to clear your thoughts but he keeps bombarding you with his onslaught of attacks.
“And what about you avoiding me? It’s obvious you’re hiding from the truth.” He crowds you until you’re backed against the wall. “N-no it’s because–”
“It’s obvious you’re guilty, but now there’s no running away. It’s time to tell the truth about your motives and leave us the fuck alone.” You flinch at his words, a glint of fire starting behind your eyes without your consent.
“I keep avoiding you because you’re a fucking asshole who’s constantly shitting on me.” You clench your eyes shut as you shoot the words at him. You really didn't want to feed into to this. You throw your fists against the wall behind you, heaving as more frustration fills you up before you can stop it. Beomgyu steps away to chuckle and you get a moment to breathe. But then he’s back to hovering over you with a glare as cold as ice. 
“I’m a what?”
All you can do is breathe him in and look at him, he’s giving you no other choice. When your eyes wander he just moves back into your line of vision. Is this how he intends to get his way? “You’re an asshole–”
“I’m an asshole for telling you how it is?” He steps closer until he’s completely immersed in your bubble. The look of confusion on his face illustrates just how stupid he thinks you sound. You try to speak again but he interrupts you for the umpteenth time. 
“Just leave. No one wants you here.”
“You don’t want me here! You can’t force me not to hang out with my friends.” You shoot back incredulously. 
“Oh, your friends, right? It’s not that you’re so lonely and desperate for a boyfriend that you’re following Soobin around? You look pathetic, and just know that when Soobin gets tired of you, none of us are gonna jump to take his place.” The feeling of his breath fanning over your face fans the flames of your rage. Never in your life had someone said something so disrespectful to your face and barely blink an eye.
“How dare you–”
“You’re not gonna find a boyfriend here.” He sneers, smirking down at you like you’re a joke.
“Stop fucking interrupting me!” You erupt, shoving against his chest. He barely moves and he’s still all you can smell and see and hear. You can’t get away from his relentless attacks. He’s telling you to leave and yet he won’t back up so that you can breathe. “Soobin finished the song and yet you’re here all the time, hoping he’ll let you hop on his dick–”
Seeing red, you cock back before striking him across the face. The impact is louder than you expect, your anger had gotten the best of you. In the dim lighting of his room, you can still tell that you left a red mark on his cheek. This was really bad, if they didn’t think you were guilty before, they did now. Even Soobin would have to see Beomgyu’s side now. Before you can apologize or even fully panic your body is being shoved into the wall. He holds your hands above your head as a vein in his jaw quirks.
Your anger is instantly back in place. “Let me go.” You warn with your voice low.
“I didn’t think you had it in you.” There he goes, crowding you even further until his forehead is touching yours. You didn’t think it was possible for you to get this angry. You still for a moment as you connect the dots. He’s goading you. It’s evident by the sly smile on his face. Now all his members will see you as unhinged and Soobin will be broken free from the spell Beomgyu’s convinced you have him under. 
“What the fuck is wrong with you? What have I ever done to you?” You rip your arms free only for him to grab your wrists again and hold them tighter this time.
“You’re just another one of those sneaky girls who try to weasel their way into our lives. You pretend to be all innocent, only wanting to be friends, and then you show your true colors. Just another desperate trainee. And you,” He gathers your wrists into one of his large hands before poking your forehead with his finger, “you keep sticking around like a parasite and actually managed to fool them. But I’m not stupid. I know a tacky groupie when I see one.”
You weren’t like that at all. You genuinely enjoyed their company and you weren’t even a fan beforehand. Even if you were, your feelings for Soobin were real. They weren’t built off of delusion, you fell for who he was as a person. Beomgyu has the power to paint you out as a crazed fan who managed to sneak past their defenses and the thought scared you. This wouldn’t just ruin your relationship with Soobin, if it gets back to your manager or any executives at the company you could get in serious trouble. You could possibly kiss debuting goodbye.
“You’re wrong and you’re too stubborn to see it. You refuse to listen to anyone, even your own leader!” You should probably lighten your tone but you were through trying to appeal to him. 
“I’m stubborn? Says the one who can’t take no for an answer.”
“I did take no for an answer! You weren’t even there so how would you know?!”
“Soobin told us about you continuing to try afterward, you know?” 
Your fire is snuffed out in a singular whoosh of air that whips through you. Your mouth drops open, but there are no rebuttals you have prepared to throw back at him. Imagining Soobin venting to his members about how annoying you are strikes a chord so sour you could cry. “Everyone knows how embarrassing you are.” He snickers and chips away at your dwindling composure. 
His face is so close, you can feel the skin on his nose and his forehead when he leans closer to tempt you over that edge. You can smell his lotion, his toothpaste, his makeup, his cologne. It’s just him everywhere and you want it to stop. Your brain is overloaded and you’re blinded by your rage. You want to do something to him, something to ruin his face and his skin, but the message gets screwed up somewhere amidst your heightened emotions. 
You crush your lips against his and he staggers backward only for a moment before freeing your hands and pushing you against the wall again. You suck harshly on his bottom lip and to make things more absurd, he lets you. Whether this was strengthening his case against you or not was entirely lost on you. You wanted to grab him, choke him, something. With a gasping breath you grip the nape of his hair and tug hard, sinking your teeth into his flesh. You pull back with hot tears dripping from your lashes as you glare up at his dark eyes. “I hate you.” You whisper shakily.
He heaves for a few seconds before initiating the kiss himself. His lips, his tongue, his teeth, you feel him everywhere just kissing and licking and biting you. It burns you so hot you think you’ll ignite. He draws your lip back with his teeth, biting hard enough to draw blood and a sharp shriek from you. You yank his head back by his hair and he grunts. 
“You fucking bitch.” He hisses, exposing his hatred for you clear as day. You slap him again which makes his eyes go wild before he’s grabbing you by your shirt. The sound of the fabric ripping is loud and you gasp. You can’t get a word in before he’s ripping the front of your bra in half and his brutish hands are fondling your breasts. His lips are softer when he catches yours this time but only because he’s focused on sinking his nails into your flesh. You moan into his mouth, ashamed of how much the pain he’s causing is turning you on. 
One hand grabs his face while the other grabs his neck. You drag your nails down his cheekbone and push your fingertips into each side of his neck. He inhales shallowly before restraining your arms again. With his grip on your wrists he yanks you closer. “If you know what’s good for you, you’d cut that out.” He growls, lip snarling and breath ragged. “You already put your hands on me three times and this time you left a mark. You’re not very bright, are you?” He asks as if he’s genuinely puzzled.
You poke your bottom lip out with your tongue. “You left a mark too, jackass. And how are you gonna explain my bra and shirt, huh? It’s my word against yours.” You breathe into a cocky laugh. 
“They won’t believe you. I told you, they’re getting suspicious of you.” He’s putting up a front but you can tell he’s not confident in that theory. You try and tug your wrists free. “Well then let me go and let’s find out.”
“You’re really willing to ruin your career before it even starts?” He’s getting progressively more anxious which makes you smirk. His hand shoots up before you can make a snide remark, wrapping around your throat. He squeezes hard immediately, his thumb digging uncomfortably into your muscles. Your mouth drops open as you squirm against the wall. Your free hands grip his shirt and perplexingly pull him closer. “Shut the fuck up.” He watches you intently as you gradually lose oxygen, waiting a little after you start to panic before letting you go. 
Your hands are instantly back in his hair and pulling him forward so your mouths crash together. Your noses bump and teeth clink but it only makes the both of you more riled up. You tug his head backward, not detaching from the kiss as you push him to his computer chair. He trips and falls into it and you fall on top of him. Your hips start rutting against him and he groans into the kiss. His fingers find your nipples again and he squeezes until pain shoots down your legs. He continues to pinch harder and harder until you’re making pained whimpers and more tears spring to your eyes. 
Irked, you grab his face and squish his cheeks, lifting from the kiss to lick up the blood on his cheeks. You grind down on him with a shuddering breath when he starts to twist your sore nipples. “I wanna make you bleed again.” You laugh, officially brought to hysterics by the man below you.
“Hit me or scratch me again and you’ll regret it.” His voice is deeper than before and you can feel him growing under you. Before you felt ashamed but now you can see the vision. You ride his cock, shove him so deep inside you that his mind goes blank. He cums but you don’t stop. You just keep milking him until his eyes roll back and the only noises he can make are strained groans. The idea translates to pleasure that has you shoving a hand down to unbutton his jeans.
“See?” He raises his hands in the air, watching you fish his cock from his pants. “I knew you were a desperate slut.” You grip his shaft and pull a salacious sound from his throat. He grabs you by the throat and pulls your ear by his mouth.
“All because you feel worthless without a celebrity to cling onto.” He whispers before licking your earlobe into his mouth and sinking his teeth into it. For a moment, your anger drains and his words dawn on you. You almost believe him. You huff a derisive laugh and you don’t even know if it’s at Beomgyu or yourself. Beomgyu is everything Soobin isn’t. It’s a con and disappointingly a pro. He’s impolite, impulsive, and hard-headed… but as you stare into his sharp glare you start to understand your eagerness to sit on his cock. Soobin was easy to swallow but Beomgyu’s intricate eyes spare you no pity or comfort. “I don’t care as long as I cum by the end of it.”
“You can insult me all you want,” You stand from the chair and shimmy your sweats and underwear off while still maintaining eye contact. “but I know who I am.” You climb back on his lap, positioning him at your entrance before grabbing his shoulders with a smirk. 
“Nice character development. Finally accepting you’re a groupie.”
You brush his jab off with a scoff. There’s no way either of you can make a case against the other without painting you both as insane. His crusade against you was paused at the moment. You have him right where you want him. “I’m not. I’m ___.” You smile. 
Beomgyu immediately laughs at your proclamation, shifting to a hiss when you sink down on him. He grabs hold of your hips to take control and increase the speed. “You’re fucking me while claiming to hate me. Something isn’t adding up.” He tries to bite back but the sound of your pussy sliding over his cock makes him mutter a swear.
“You may be a superstar out there, but in here? Right now? You’re just a tool for me to get off.”
He moves both hands back up to your throat, giving you back the reigns as you laugh triumphantly. “That’s right. I like it when you’re rough with me.” You squeeze out before swirling your hips in circles. His resolve crumbles more and more as you ride him and it’s a delight to watch. He chokes you harder, familiarly squeezing until your vision spots out before releasing and letting you gasp and sputter. “You like that?”
“Uh huh.” You fake a whimper, making a show of how your hips swing. Knowing exactly how to rile him up, you slap him again. Seeing the anger flare up you get a rush, reveling in the slap he delivers back. “The fuck did I tell you?”
You spit on his face and he snatches your hips up again. He starts slamming his cock into you with a vice grip on you, digging his fingertips deep into the flesh of your ass. You yelp involuntarily before covering your mouth.
“What? Worried they’ll hear you and confirm what you were after all along?” He spreads your cheeks wide, peeking over your shoulder to watch how your asshole flutters. Even if you cover up your moans, there’s no way they don’t hear his balls smacking against your ass from in the hallway. You think– hope you’re hallucinating when you hear the door click open.
“Okay guys, what is–” Soobin’s voice cuts off with a surprised noise. You turn your head as far as you can and catch him covering your bottom halves with his hand. “I guess this means you guys made up now?” He asks, stress laced into his words for an entirely different reason. 
Neither of you answer, you just gawk at Soobin until he rolls his eyes and closes the door. You stay stuck there for a moment until it occurs to you. A wide smile stretches across your face as you turn to face Beomgyu again. He shoots you an annoyed look. “What?”
“You can’t sabotage me anymore. Who’s gonna take you seriously now?” 
“If anything you’re proving my point. In their eyes you just managed to seduce me instead of Soobin.”
“Is that what happened?” You grab his face and smush it with a mocking coo. “I seduced the big bad wolf?” He shakes his face free from your grip and squeezes your ass again. “I guess we’ll see, huh, Beommie?”
You moan out when he slams you down to meet his thrusts. “Trying to shut me up?” Your eyes threaten to roll back feeling his cock in your stomach. You curse under your breath, trying to steady yourself on his shoulders. “It won’t work.”
You throw challenge after challenge hoping he’d get as brutish as you want him to. He hisses at you to shut up but you just talk over him until his lip snarls and he’s yanking you by your hair over to the bed. He tosses you against the side of it before lifting you by your torso and shoving you face down into the mattress. “I told you to shut up.” He growls.
“Fuck me Beommie.” You peer to the side to purr but he shoves your face back into his covers. He realigns himself before restraining your wrists behind your back with one hand. The messy position has one of your legs dangling off the bed but Beomgyu doesn’t fix it, he just slams into you. He shoves you further into the mattress, making sure to keep his hand on the back of your head to keep you quiet. You curl your toes as his dick shoots deep inside you in a relentless pursuit to pound your cervix. Your oxygen starts to run dry again and your eyes fully roll back as you thrash against him. Just a second longer feels like an eternity as you panic for air but he eventually pulls you back up.
“You fucking dick.” You breathe after a harsh fit of coughs.
“Still got shit to say?” He shoves your head back down and slows his hips. Each slam makes your legs twitch until your entire body is trembling like a cold puppy. His cock fucking you full so many times has you overstimulated before even cumming. But it crashes down upon you once your oxygen runs just about dry. You jolt violently with an intense climax and as a warning that he needs to pull you up. He does so, holding you up by your hair as you tremble and clench around his cock. “That’s right, just stay quiet and cum on my dick.”
With all the strength you can muster after your high, you break free from his grip and flip around. He struggles to restrain you and your struggle back until he’s pushing your legs by your head and you reach to grab him and catch his shirt. You yank him closer and capture his lips in a messy kiss. You catch his lip this time and bite down on it as he sinks back into you. You let go and let him drive his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues wrestle, sharing your wanton moans as his cock melts into your hot, wet hole. 
You can tell it’s getting to him when his moans get needier. You slip your legs under his arms and wrap them around his hips. You push him further into you, watching his face clench as he’s fully submerged in you. You press your core flush against him and grind your hips into him. You’re dripping so much it’s leaking onto his bed and he can feel it on the tops of his thighs. With one stuttering ‘fuck’ you know he’s gone so you suck on his tongue until his hips are smacking harshly into yours. Each trembling jerk of his hips shoots another ribbon of semen onto your walls. He tries to draw back but you’re holding him still with your legs.
“P-please–”
“Does it hurt, Beommie?” You moan, grinding your hips again. His face clenches tighter as unrestrained moans pour from his ruined lips. You wish to ruin them more but he looks so sexy when he’s in pain. You give him the same languid swing of your hips as you did riding him and watch the sweat roll down his forehead. “I can’t, I can’t–”
With a loud grunt he slams into you again, burying his head in your shoulder. The high of your perceived win over Beomgyu drives you to your actual high as you cum around him again. You keep your shaky legs locked around him until an urgent wail fills your ears and your pussy is being filled again. "Please! Please!" You intend on keeping him locked in longer but he pries your legs off him.
You waste no time pushing him off of you and peeling off your tattered shirt and bra. You use the fabric of your t-shirt to wipe off your legs and your mound. Beomgyu comes up behind you to yank the shirt from your hands, glaring at you as he does so. He cleans up his member and thighs before tossing the shirt.
“Get out.”
“My pleasure. Are we still telling them our sides or…”
“Just get out. You better not still be here when I get out of the shower.” He ties a towel around his hips and bumps your shoulder as he walks past. You steal a pair of sweatpants and a shirt for now, planning to return it as soon as possible because the thought of having his clothes in your wardrobe made you physically ill.
As it stands, he still tried to sabotage you and Soobin’s friendship and possibly your career, but it seems he admitted defeat. You glance at his mirror on your way out. Just as you thought, you know exactly who you are.
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gooeyslime · 1 year
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I will die on this hill but William Afton being a good dad would have worked so much better at making him feel realistic instead of becoming a cartoonishly evil man and honestly the juxtaposition of like, witnessing him kill a kid, dropping his cheerful Springbonnie act as he locks them in a room, just a cold glare as he kills them, making the player go "what a heartless monster... I feel so bad for his kids, having to deal with such a piece of shit" as we see him get out of the suit, cleaning up the blood and head home, as he opens the door once again we see his attitude change as he tells his kids "Dad's back home!" And we see them run up to him, Michael playing it cool bc he's an angsty teen but you see him smile as he points out he's late, you can tell they all care for him and got worried, after all there's a murderer on the loose and while they seem to target kids who knows? They could kill adults too... William smiles at them, genuinely, not like the smile he gave his victim whith his Springbonnie act, they all eat dinner together and if you hadn't just seen him kill a kid in cold blood you'd think this was a normal family, just a single dad eating and chatting with his kids... As he makes sure they are all sound asleep you see him walk into his bedroom, looking at a picture, it's a picture of all of them, smiling together, next to William is a woman and it dawns on you that she's nowhere to be seen and that she might be dead and he's trying to figure out how to bring her back by killing a bunch of random kids bc nothing can stand between William Afton and the only people he cares about, not even death itself... that stuff would make me way more scared of him than any "oh I am so smart I planned for you to try and set me on fire again so now if anyone scans my parts into a computer I can brainwash a random person and get them to rebuild myself ooooh I always come back!"
Like even showing him before he completely loses it would be terrifying, how he's just a normal guy who has his own troubles sure, but still isn't going around killing kids to study weird ghost stuff... Not yet anyway... And the the last straw happens and he falls to the deep end and you wonder, if you were in his shoes... If you lost the love of your life... And everyone just tells you life goes on and you just gotta get over it... What would you do? Would you also break? Would you go as far as killing someone in the hopes to bring her back? To put your family back together? And as you do that how would you handle your family breaking apart even further? Your daughter killed by YOUR machine, the machine you built to kill kids, the machine you desperately tried to keep her away from? Your older son acting out, angry because he couldn't handle his own sorrow at losing his sister shortly after his mom, he's falling apart just like you and in a moment of anger he ends up killing his younger brother, your other son killed because you couldn't see that your older son couldn't handle his own grief too? What would do then?
Stuff like that is utterly terrifying to think about... At least for me... Shame they made him so evil he's basically a Saturday morning cartoon villain now, he could have been so terrifying in so many ways but instead they made him an annoyance... Like even him coming back post Pizza Sim could have been terrifying if he wasn't such a joke by then, like we thought we finally defeated him but he's back, because he still hasn't done what he set out to do, put his family back together, and absolutely nothing can stop him from doing just that... Instead we get him showing up in 1 (one) ending and he's just... Walking around... Then he stares at a monitor and eventually he hacks Freddy by... Holding out his hand like he's using the force?? He doesn't even have a jumpscare either... I really hope the DLC at least gives him that bc him being threatening again is almost impossible after all the peepaw jokes people made...
Anyway I'm sure you can tell I have very strong feelings about this and so many thoughts for plot points that could be added to the lore if this was canon but I'll shut up for now before I write a whole essay lol
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patrophthia · 1 year
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libraries and abs | sirius black
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pairing: sirius black x reader
genre: fluff, established relationships, crack, humor, not proofread
wc: 1.7k
originally posted on wattpad
if you were to tell sirius black that one day he would be sat in a corner of the library, tutoring his girlfriend he would laugh his head off and tell you how much of a comedian you were —and yet, here he sat, in front of his (in her own self described words) dumbass of a girlfriend as he taught her all the lessons hogwarts offered.
she had barely passed her assignments, and if sirius hadn't dragged her to where they were now, sternly sat her down and began explaining all the secrets behind every magical thing she might just fail her NEWTs. but sirius was determined, no (permanent) girlfriend of his will fail her NEWTs. he will make sure that she passes the exams with flying colors if it was the last thing he did.
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"this is useless! it's all going through one ear and out the other. i'm going to fail, sirius."
they were barely thirty minutes into their studies when she started whining, wanting to give up. there was just so much to be read, so many words, so many letters and they weren't as interesting as any fiction books she could've been reading as of now.
"just let me wallow in self-pity while i'm ahead."
sirius was persistent, ignoring any complains that she had made. he understood why she thought they were so many letters because good godric, there was just so many fucking words. but he was one of the brightest students for a reason, he knew the lessons through and through —despite him barely paying attention in the classes— he knew what the lesson entails and how to explain it in a way that she would understand.
"c'mon darling, just ten more minutes and we can head off to the kitchens for a little break," sirius lied through his tongue, ten minutes will turn into twenty and twenty will turn into however long it takes to guarantee her passing grades.
"love," he sighed exasperatedly, almost pleading with his words, "i talked to someone and they said this showed up on their NEWTs which means there's a chance that it will show up in ours."
this was such a far fetch thing for him to do, it was more of a remus lupin thing —or james potter even, maybe regulus black if you will, but it was certainly not a sirius black thing. the things he did for her.
"i think i know enough to get me to pass, sirius." studying had never been something she was fond of, it was either too many letters or too many numbers —or too many letters in a lessons about numbers.
it was just all so frustrating and all she wanted to do was curl up in her dorm and read about some loving relationship where the boyfriend doesn't force their girlfriend to study as if he had been the type to study at all.
"how about we go back to the dorms then?" sirius suggested, it was like he could read her mind really. she perked up at the idea, liking the thought of cuddling with sirius and joking with his best mates but before she could get even more excited, sirius quickly shot down the idea. "we can have a fifteen minutes break before we go back to studying but this time i will be asking you questions."
"if you get the answers right you get a reward."
she thought about it for a second, she could do with not getting any rewards if it meant she was able to be laying in bed. "what's the reward?"
sirius pursed his lips, a tale tell sign that he was racking his brain for an idea. finally, he answered in a questioning tone. "how does me stripping sound."
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"wow," sirius said with genuine surprise, leaning down to touch his ankles. "you actually got it right, i knew you could do it pretty girl."
he slipped his left sock off and tossed it towards the laundry pile before raising himself back up to look at her. there was a pout on her lips and sirius couldn't help but chuckle at it, knowing the exact reason behind it.
he had been firing questions at her for the last twenty minutes and once she finally answered a question correctly, he only took off his sock? seriously?
the only motivation she had to even be trying to answer his questions was that, he, as in the notoriously, effortlessly graceful and handsome sirius black —who also happened to be her boyfriend— would take off his shirt (or pants) so she could ogle at him, but all he took off was a sock. honestly.
"i'll give you a sickle if you make the next one easy," she said, while she rummaged through her bag, trying to find where she'd place her loose change, "then another one if you take off your shirt when i get it right."
"and have you see my beautiful abs at the low low price of a sickle?" he asked incredulously, "honestly woman, what do you take me as, your boyfriend or a hot bod walking around for your entertainment?"
"you're not a hot bod walking around solely for my entertainment?"
sirius' jaw dropped, a look of offense on his face and frowned; the kind that had her biting her lips in an attempt to hide her smile. his bottom lip was slightly jutted out flatteringly, his eyes pathetically wide that reminded her nothing short of a puppy.
"do you not love me?" and then he added with full flares of dramatics. "am i just good looks to you?"
"yes," she answered quickly, jumping on the opportunity at distracting him with banter rather than studying, "it's always been about your looks."
"and frankly, i find it quite rude that you use your sex appeal against me."
"how am i exactly using my sex appeal against you, my love?" he asked, amusing her. sirius got up from his seat at his desk and moved towards where she laid on his bed. "please do go into details."
she hesitated, feeling her breath quicken as he leaned over her. noticing the slight shift in her posture, face growing rigid underneath his gaze, sirius smiled tauntingly. merlin, he loved the effect he still had on her despite the long amount of time they'd been together. "are you nervous, doll?"
doll? that was certainly a new one. with a sly nod of her head, sirius' grin widened. "why's is that?"
why is she nervous? HAS HE SEEN HIMSELF?
"i have actually," sirius snorted, grey eyes twinkling with a sort of mischief. "i put all my effort to look like this for you. i'm all yours, darling."
"you know, if it weren't for the fact that you're only wearing one sock, all my clothes would be off right now."
at that sirius chuckled, his head thrown backwards, overgrown curls brushing behind his shoulders. once he finally gathered himself, sirius smiled sweetly at her, pressing a chaste kiss on her lips before pulling back. "almost forgot why i'm one sock down in the first place."
"now back to where we were." sirius sat up, reaching for the book on his desk. he let out a low laugh at her desperate groans, not wanting to spend a single more minute studying. "i'll be kind to you, princess. this one is easy."
"okay," she murmured reluctantly, maybe easy meant he would take his shirt off (or his pants), "shoot."
"what are the— get your nasty paws off of me, woman!" sirius exclaimed, a look of horror on his face as he smacked her prying hands away from his sweats, "try to keep it in your pants will you?"
"you want me to keep my hands in my pants?" she asked, giggling slightly at the unintentional rhyme.
"no, that's not— you're distracting me again, you minx," he grumbled, "stop it! i need to get your grades up! i can't let our kids be stupid because of you."
"kids?" she repeated questioningly, watching as his face flushed up at the realization of his own words. "what makes you think i want to have babies with you?"
"you quite literally tried to rip my pants off, i'm sorry if i jumped into any conclusions," he quipped, ears still tinged red from embarrassment. it was endearing really, knowing that the famous smooth talker, sirius black, was flustered by her. "can we go back to what we were doing please?"
"and what were we doing, sirius?"
"trying to prevent you from not getting a job."
"what if i don't want a job?"
"nobody wants a job," sirius stated, "but they get one anyways so they wouldn't have to live off of the streets."
"you're from the black family." she pointed out the obvious. "aren't you guys rich? can't i just be your trophy wife or a sugar baby? i can do both."
"wow," sirius blew out, "you want me for my good looks and my money, what else? you're only dating me because you want to get with my father?"
"i mean . . ." she trailed off, watching as sirius grey eyes grow wide, "you are half your father which means you got your good looks from him. if i had been going out with you just to end up with your father —and the keyword is if— then i would get the money and good looks directly from the source."
"you disgust me, [f/name]."
"i do?" at his aggressive nods, she smiled. "then why are you holding my hand?"
"i have my reasons," sirius said sternly before going back to the book on his lap.
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—from bee: BOYFRIEND SIRIUS IS MY LOVEEEEE!!
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roninzuzu · 2 months
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TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU HAVE ON YOUR MIND ABOUT MIZU BEING RELATED TO AKEMI'S HUSBAND AND A SHOGUN'S DAUGHTER
*i love seeing your posts in my feed i am so invested u dont know muaahahahha*
Oooh okay! I could talk about this all day!
Also thank u for enjoying my posts lol :D ❤️
So upon rewatching BES for the 5,000th time (I'm crazy djfndnr) I remember looking at Taka and going "lmao he looks like Mizu" and I thought of it as a joke up until I really started to look at them and notice they genuinely did look similar. So basically it was a joke until it wasn't lol. I mean look at these mfs:
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Then someone responded to my post about them looking alike w a reblog about how they had a theory that Mizu could be the illegitimate daughter of the Shogun, and Taka and Mizu looking alike could be more proof. And it's an idea I could get behind, as far as Mizu and Taka being relatives.
As far as Mizu being the Shoguns daughter I can't really see it. I mean she looks like Taka, but not the Shogun. Taka's older brother does though, and so does Taka a lil bit, so I didn't think she was related to Taka through the Shogun just based on that ig
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(The Shogun and his lil fellas lol)
Mizu doesn't look like this dude imo
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She does however look like someone else related to Taka, and upon yet another rewatch I started to see that too. Literally had to go to my bestie and make sure I wasn't crazy, but she does look like Lady Itoh
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(I feel like it's especially noticeable when Mizu is wearing makeup, but even without it a resemblance can be seen me thinks)
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So as far as her relation to Taka I feel like it'd be through Lady Itoh, and someone else made a post saying that it's possible that Mizu could be Lady Itoh's niece, and the sister of her deceased mother, which I think is plausible. So imo, Mizu is either Takayoshi's cousin or his older sister, and the older sister option comes from my own personal theory ig.
Maybe there was indeed a cover up but it was for Lady Itohs possible affair w a white man that her husband let into Japan. Maybe she wanted the child gone but someone couldn't bring themselves to kill Mizu (we see a guy not br able to kill her and tell someone to run with Mizu), and Yada Yada all that lmao. I'm not super sure about this theory of mine tho, and honestly feel Mizu being Lady Itohs niece makes more sense, u can find it here: (credit to @kaladinkholins)
But yknow, they could throw us for a loop. Abijah did say theres a lot that Mizu didnt know lol. Either way, I feel she's definitely related to Taka through his mother, whether it be as a sister or as a cousin.
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icarustypicalfall · 14 days
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Commander's last love
masterlist ★ fic masterlist ★ part 3
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Phillip Graves x fem reader
Summary He wasn't well-loved, and many would pay a fortune to have his head.
Warnings New oc, self-sabotage, military inaccuracies, highly based on mw2 and 3
note i had this draft for now 4 days, couldn't spare time to post it. Ramadhan Karim to my folks ily 🤍
tag list 🤍: @unicorngirly1
"And I am the idiot with the [tainted] face in the corner taking up space"
Mission [A2626]
Location: [CLASSIFIED]
Time: 11:03:15 - 10/10/2022
Phillip hurriedly exited the room. He couldn't help but unleash a string of curses under his breath, venting his frustrations from the past few hours. His ire was focused on Luke his brother, life choices that led him into crashing his butt for more than two hours on an uncomfortable chair, general Shepard and his stupid narcissistic self, the odd moments you chose to mock his stratigies, you and that pathetic of a person he ignored the existence till today morning.
Ever since your encounter in the archive room, Phil had been intrigued and hoped to sit beside you during today's meeting. He knew he had an advantage because, technically, he was your commander. He could sit wherever he pleased, and with Farah's stern gaze fixed upon you, there was no room for disobedience.
As Phillip chanted over some clever lines to impress you. He didn't know what made him interested, or persuasive, he was just following the flicker of light that perked from the wall.
However, his joy was quickly extinguished when he spotted you with another man. Anger welled up within him as he silently judged the fella who seemed careless, lifting you up and spinning you around. Tall, tanned, and muscular, he was the embodiment of strength.
The man eventually set you down, and Phillip averted his gaze. He hadn't realized that you had someone in your life. It wasn't jealousy that consumed him, but rather a profound envy that defied explanation. A fire burned inside him, igniting a desire to burn everything down in that room. But he chose to remain silent.
Phillip entertained the thought of praying for peace, even though he rarely indulged in such practice due to time and effort. Instead, he found himself praying for the slow death of the poor young man who had been yapping for the past five minutes about god knows what while holding your hand.
As everyone gathered around the table, Colonel Farah gestured towards the man, who once again had his hands draped around you. Phillip couldn't help but wish he could just bomb the entire room and be done with it.
"This is Sky, our former subordinate who will be assisting us in Mission A2626," Colonel Farah announced.
Phillip couldn't suppress a laugh. Well, at least he could compete with this guy when it came to having a cool name. Seriously, Sky? How pathetic. Under normal circumstances, Phillip might have been able to tolerate it, but with you clinging to him like a darned jacket? Absolutely not.
He looked up at Sky, shaking his hand with unnecessary force, a display of dominance reminiscent of the old days. "Nice to meet ya, Commander Graves, CEO of Shadow Company," Phillip introduced himself.
Sky didn't seem fazed in the slightest. He smiled, and Phillip couldn't help but think the guy should have been a model, although he would never admit it. Sky replied, "Sky Diver, Sergeant and right-hand of my little Ash.”
You snickered, playfully pushing Sky's shoulder before sitting away from Phil (how dare you).
Phillip could swear he saw a faint blush on your covered cheeks. He wished his words could bring a genuine smile to your face. Instead, all he ever received from you were cold glares and disgusted looks whenever he attempted to tell you one of his uncle Jo's lame jokes from Thanksgiving family gatherings.
In some strange way, it felt like he was back in high school, competing against the jock for the attention of the pretty girl. It was a peculiar and almost animalistic sensation, but to Phillip, it felt like a matter of life and death. He had only known you for three days, whereas it seemed like Ash had known you since you were in your mom's womb.
Phillip could have drowned his sorrows in any bar, downing the entire stock of rum and calling it a night. Or perhaps he could use that bazooka passed down from his great-great-great grandfather to blow up Ash's charming smile and his impressively large, tanned biceps.
He could certainly use a glass of rum.
But Phillip wasn't one to give up easily. No, he had never learnt a healthy way to handle pain or rejection. Instead, he pushed forward and tried even harder, even if it hurt him in the process. He needed to feel alive again, to experience something beyond the constant turmoil that surrounded him. He didn't know when the Reaper would come knocking on his door for another visit that would undoubtedly take his breath away (literally).
In the life of Commander Phillip Graves, the line between life and death was as thin as a coin. Fate had often saved him from falling into the abyss, but he knew that one day he would stumble and never find his way back. He had his own methods of finding enjoyment, whether it was going out, having a drink, or simply doing nothing at all.
He had avoided relationships like the plague. Firstly, he had never witnessed a healthy and successful relationship, growing up in a household that constantly portrayed them as dysfunctional (thanks to his excuse of a father). Secondly, he had never been in a relationship that lasted longer than a couple of months. He isn't exactly a bad person, he tries his best. Sometimes, it's not enough. He isn't a dog, he doesn't know why he bites.
But, as he looked at you, he found himself contemplating the idea of being with someone for the first time in years. Bless his old man heart that had beaten solely for the sake of survival and his ears that yearned to hear a genuine compliment that wasn't aimed at getting into his bed or emptying his pockets.
He knew you would never entertain the idea of being with him. You were young, probably in your early twenties, judging by the lack of information in your file. You were beautiful, intelligent, strong, respected, and above all, loved by everyone. Phillip, on the other hand, was an old dog, a soul scarred by war and battles. He may possess a certain handsomeness, but he despised the scars and every reminder of the pain etched onto his body. He wasn't well-loved, and many would pay a fortune to have his head.
You were out of his reach; he could never have you. Phillip could only watch from a distance, giving commands and irritating you. Perhaps, on the rare occasion, you might warm up to him and laugh at one of his jokes, but it would be as rare as a blue moon. However, one thing he was certain of: you would never be his.
After the meeting, where sitting for such extended period had left him with a square butt (a common side effect of being in the army or any job that involves prolonged sitting), he followed you and Sky discreetly. You were headed to the Mass hall?
Excellent.
He would be there, lurking behind your table, eavesdropping.
Wait, what? What do you mean he was spying?
How dare you make such an accusation! He was simply ensuring he had all eyes and ears focused on that parachute (seriously, Sky Diver? He thought Soap was outrageous). Secretly, he hoped Sky would turn out to be a hopeless hero who would volunteer to dive without a parachute when there were enough to go around (a dyslexic problem, no offense intended).
You and Sky spent the day inseparable, while Phillip trailed behind feeling disheartened. You seemed happy, and he didn't want to ruin that. He returned to his room, where he plopped down on his bed for a solid two-hour crash, hearing General Shepard vent about his weak joints and veteran issues. Phillip wished for death once again. He cursed the old fart's ancestors and every choice he had made in life. All he wanted was to be rich. Why did he have to endure all of this?
Later, Phillip found solace in his bed, relishing the peace after a day of being the sidekick in everything. He believed his soldiers weren't grown men; they were more like children in primary school fighting over toys and blabbering family secrets, all of which embarrassed him.
"I once saw the commander sleeping with a blanket he had since he was a baby," Martin claimed, earning a smack and an embarrassed glare from Phillip.
Phillip sighed, pulling out the blanket in question and wrapping himself in it like a cocoon. He sat down and inspected your file for the seventh time today (heaven forbid a man has a hobby). As he held the picture, it slipped from his grasp, and he noticed that Sky was in it too. Seriously, this man was everywhere. He might as well find him in the pattern of his boxers or in the posters of his old favorite bands.
Now, Phillip recognized most of the people in the picture: Colonel Farah, Alex, two soldiers making silly faces. Sky, with his arm draped over another guy, winking, and a female soldier he had only just noticed in the background, smiling. Who were these people? Who was the photographer? And why was this picture in the archive room?
Phillip sighed, feeling more lost than ever. He could hear your laughter through the thin wall, probably another funny story from Sky, who apparently resided in the next room.
Great.
Phillip let out another sigh, lazily lying on the floor, staring at the dark ceiling until he fell into a deep slumber.
His soft snores drowned out the faint cries that emanated from the neighboring room, disrupting the peace of the night.
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a-moth-called-mof · 4 months
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Me rambling about the fandom atmosphere during November 16th:
With November 16th hitting the corner, I thought now would be a good time to finally post this post that's been in my drafts forever
I genuinely am of the personal belief that November 16th is one of those things where you had to have been there to fully appreciate and experience it at least in my opinion. I feel like the tense atmosphere leading up to the actual event is something that is not widely talked about in the fandom. A brief reminder for the fans that are new here or that missed the stream where the November 16th War was announced: during stream C! Dream revealed that there was a traitor hiding amongst Pogtopia and said it was someone that you wouldn't expect. This one line lead to multiple fan theories going around the fandom ranging from plausible to very far fetched. The fandom turned into one big game of Among Us and EVERYONE was a suspect.
Here's an old post of my mine that I think does a good job showing the mentality of most fans going into November 16th:
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There were so many theories and speculations leading up to it and you genuinely had to be there to see everyone's different theories about who the traitor would be and the couple aus I saw come out of it. It made it so that when the event did happen, no one in the fandom knew who trust and NEITHER DID THE CHARACTERS. It was amazing watching characters debate whether or not to trust eachother live. It made it feel like any discoveries or possible leads that were made were realised by the character and the fandom at the same time, especially love that one scene where C! Tubbo and C! Quackity decide they sort of trust eachother and talk about who they don't trust. I distinctly remembering switching between povs and watching the dashboard lose their shit and how current character mains would be like "OH [CHARACTER] IS ACTING SO SUSPICIOUS :0" or just liveblog whatever characters were doing and it was a really fun way of keeping up with most of the characters even if I couldn't physically watch all their povs at once
This is less about the atmosphere but more something I feel like people don't talk about enough: Phil wasn't on the Dream SMP before November 16th and we had no concrete indication he would be there. There were a lot of fan theories and headcanons about him joining and I remember seeing all the art of him joining on November 16th and at the time thinking "Oh that's really cool but I doubt they'll actually do it" SO I CAN'T DESCRIBE THE SHEER EMOTIONS I FELT WHEN HE JOINED?
I honestly still don't think I'll ever forget watching C! Wilbur press the button and watching everything go to shit at once after such a tense buildup. Whenever I tell my irl friends I once stayed up till 5am on a school night to watch a live minecraft roleplay event, most of them joke or express (VERY UNDERSTANDABLE) concern but I honestly don't regret a thing. I'd do it 30 times over just to experience that again and watch my dashboard go apeshit. November 16th will always be one of my favourite events in any media ever.
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omi-anime · 2 years
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i saw ur post about a lilia-like reader with 5wirl, how about a riddle-like reader with the inazuma characters? (you can choose the characters but can you include kazuha in it?)
Yae miko, Scaramouche, Kazuha, and with Riddle like s/o.
Author notes: I made sure to include kazuha for you! Hope you like it. I couldn't think of anyone else so I only did three.
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Kazuha:
Met you because of Sara. Your family being a clan under the Kujou clan. You had ordered your soldiers to find Kazuha.
He was surprised he got caught not expecting to. What he didn't expect was for you to lead him to Ayaka for a better get away. Your family being a secret ally of the Kamisato clan.
When he saw you again, he was shocked to see you yelling at a soldier? You were yelling about breaking a rule. Apparently he showed up to a happy unbirthday party on his birthday?
When he got to know you he learned your very strict with rules. Definitely broke more then one and probably still does to this day. Asked why have these rules and got "It's my mother's rules everyone must follow".
I definitely see him flirting with you to make you flushed. Called you Rosebud and loved how you became a red rose yourself.
Doesn't get why all white roses need to be painted red. Probably said "why didn't you just plant red ones"... got a "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD" shouted at him.
When you open up about your mother's rules and how your life is/was because of her. He's concerned. I see him telling you he's there because. He can tell you need someone to comfort you.
I see him not caring you short but definitely makes a joke sometimes like "do you need a stool to see better" or something like that. Got collared for that.
Finds your sweet tooth very cute. I definitely see him giving you any sweets he finds that he thinks you may like. Especially if they're strawberry.
Yae miko:
Met you thanks to hearing your yelling and got curious. Definitely found it amusing.
Probably teases you just as bad as she does gorou. Find your faces very funny and loves when you turn red in anger or blush. Yae miko bullied group.
Definitely steals a lot of your strawberry tarts just see you get angry. Also expect to find a lot of your red roses turn to white again. (she painted them white).
She's probably going to prank you a lot. May even stop teasing gorou because you make more amusing faces.
However she makes sure not to prank you too far that you're genuinely angry and it's not funny. If you do get too angry she may turn into her small fox form to calm you. Don't tell anyone about it though or you may get pranked worse than before.
Definitely see her turn into her fox form to scare your gardens hedgehogs. They all now hide from her no matter what form she's in.
Definitely find it amusing to watch you yell at your soldiers for breaking rules. Can't tell you how amused she was when you yelled "off with your head". Found the collaring people funny as hell.
Definitely asked you to collar gorou more then once. He definitely fears you and yae miko.
Definitely steals your crown just so you'll chase her around the garden. When you're stressed to help calm you down/ distract you.
Definitely was shocked at how your mother is. She won't do much about it but will tell you she's there if you ever need comfort. Also expect a lot of jokes about your height.
Scaramouche:
You're one of the harbingers. He found you yelling at some random agents about being incompetent and breaking rules. Definitely didn't find it amusing at all.
The entire group of fatui definitely fear you. Specifically because you will both yell at them and he won't hesitate to ask you to collar one of them. Or actually off there head.
Definitely doesn't care for your rules. Probably ended up with both of you yelling at each other.
I guarantee all the fatui other harbingers will sit there watching you argue while eating popcorn.
Has asked you to collar Childe more then once, or anyone that pisses him off. Even if he doesn't know them/a random person in the street.
Probably doesn't understand your sweet tooth. Definitely brings back memories of a certain electro archon.
Both of you get teased by Childe alot for your height. Definitely ends up with him being yelled at by both of you. As well as having a collar around his neck now.
Doesn't understand either why you paint white roses, red and have the agents do that. Also doesn't understand the rule you have to wear pink to feed flamingos.
I can see this relationship being very chaotic, you do understand each other but if a tiny mistake happens there will be a yelling match for a bit.
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londondziban · 5 months
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I'll forever be confused over the writing of Steve's character in season 4. Like, what was the thought process behind the choices that were made for him?
In season 1, he was shown to have a change of behavior, felt remorse for his actions, attempted to apologize to not just Nancy but also Jonathan, and bought a camera for Jonathan to replace the one he had broken. Not only this, but he had turned back around to help Nancy and Jonathan–after having a gun pointed at him and nearly getting eaten by a creature he probably couldn't fully comprehend at the time–despite the fact he was scared shitless cuz, hey, that's his girl in there and a guy he may not know very well but he's not going to let them fight the monster alone.
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In season 2, we watched him grieve his relationship with Nancy and form a bond with Dustin and the other kids. Though he was clearly upset about the breakup, he never once truly blamed Nancy for it. We saw him respect not only Nancy's feelings but her choice as well. He knew he wasn't the one she chose, he knew she was struggling and turned to Jonathan. He was heartbroken but he did his best to move forward and keep his mind on the mission at hand.
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In season 3, we watch his bond with Dustin develop further and we see him make his first friend that's (close) to his age since he dropped his previous friends in season 1. He was actively looking for a new girl to date and developed feelings for Robin; We were led to believe he'd moved on from Nancy. In this season, though he was fairly removed from the other kids for most of it, we were once again shown he has a selfless nature when it comes to them, even Erica whom he barely knew. We saw that at the end of the day, he's simply a good friend through his instant support of Robin rather than lashing out over the rejection or being flat-out homophobic. He's selfless and loyal to those he cares about. His character in this season was wonderful (not talking about how his injuries were constantly played for laughs though, that's for a future post).
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So in season 4...what happened? Yeah, I still loved him because he's Steve and I've become attached to his character over the years. But he just felt so off? I'm glad his friendship with Robin was still there and I loved them together throughout the season. But he's 1. suddenly in love with Nancy again, 2. doesn't seem to respect her actual feelings nor her relationship with Jonathan (because if he did he wouldn't be actively flirting with her and telling her he wants to have kids with her, hello?), 3. he complained about being with the kids despite being shown to deeply care for them over and over again (it could've been a joke of course but it just felt mean spirited when compared to his behaviors in prior seasons. Like he sighed when being paired with Dustin?), and 4. he just felt kind of weird and a little creepy at times.
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It felt like they didn't know what to do with him this last season. It felt like all the development he'd gone through suddenly took a left turn and then backtracked out of nowhere. Instead of finding ways to discuss the way season 3 events affected him (and Robin) or maybe showing him form a genuine bond with Eddie (someone else his age that he never would've previously been friends with), they made him a little mean spirited, they made the other characters be meaner to him and treat him as if he's stupid (more than usual), and they made him be in love with Nancy again. They could've done so much with his character that wouldn't have contradicted all of his growth, and yet.
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I say this all with good intentions, of course. I love Steve. He was one of my favorites when I first started watching the show. Which is why I was so upset about the way they wrote his character in season 4. He just didn't feel like the Steve I'd loved anymore. Was it a conscious decision? Is there a specific reason behind it we just haven't been shown yet? Or was it just poor writing? I hope whatever is going on with his character is either fixed or simply explained in season 5 (and I'm so excited to see he'll have at least one interaction with Jonathan!). I'm just a little worried they've run out of ideas for his character and are just going to kill him off next season without any explanation as to why his character took the turn it did.
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TLDR: I love Steve but the way his character was written in season 4 confused me.
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coolguypluiplup · 5 months
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Flower Husbands Florist AU
have a flower husbands oneshot loosely based on this tumblr post :)
word count: 1228
full fic under the cut!!
It had been a long shift. Jimmy wasn't normally one to complain (he's lying about this) but he feels like he deserves it today. His boss had booked him in to make 20 flower crowns for a hen party happening tonight that he didn't find out about 'till this morning, he had couples in and out all day for valentines' flowers and had to do the displays for tomorrow. And no one else was working this week! What a joke.
He was slumped against the counter, face pressed to his palm and eyes fighting to stay open. He had 10 minutes 'till closing and was practically counting down the seconds. The flowers in the display case glistened against the rim lights pointed at them causing a ripple of light against the wall facing Jimmy. He should really turn them off. No one had come in for 20 minutes and it's not like anyone's gonna come in at quarter to 10-
“Oh thank god. I've been searching for a place still open.” A man entered hastily, the doorbell ringing as he did. Teal hair stuck to his forehead in clumps and eyeliner ran down his face. He put his collapsed umbrella onto the counter. “I need a bouquet to tell someone I hate them.”
“Hm?” Jimmy spoke- nearly asleep.
“It is valentine's day tomorrow, right?”
Jimmy sat back on the stool, trying to avoid the rainwater pooling near the cash register. “Yeah.“
”Okay, so I need, like, a reverse 'I love you' bouquet.“
Jimmy stared at the man. He sighed and pulled out his floriography book.
”Anything in particular you fancy?“
”Nah. You're the flower boy, anyway.“
Jimmy made a noise of disagreement but started flicking through the pages of the book anyway. “I might need a bit more context to pick the right thing.”
The man sighed. “It's gonna take a while, you sure?”
“Mhm.” Jimmy said, instinctively. He was still exhausted but this was more fun than sleeping.
“Well, tl;dr or whatever, My ex is in town. She still has a thing for me, and I don’t.
He stopped flicking through the pages. “That's... a story. Not normally what I make this time of year,”
“Yep. And I'm gay, which I don’t even think she knows yet.”
“Hm.”
”So. Flowers?“
Jimmy flicked through the pages briskly, scanning each page for something suitable. ”I'm intrigued now. How'd that all go down, then?“ He was never one for small talk.
”Well. We met in year 9 and dated that entire time 'til uni. She was getting fed up that we'd never done any of the romantic stuff our friends did. I genuinely had no clue that that was kinda strange, so I didn't see the problem. And before I knew it, she'd run off with the ex of my best friend. They weren't exes at the time, but trust me, after this it was fallout. I was angry, naturally, and she told me that it was my fault for not trying to fix our relationship before it got too bad. So, I broke it off. Hadn't seen her since.
"Until last week, when my friend told me she was in town. So I invited her round our house. Me and Cleo thought 'no harm done now. We're over it, we know why me and her were having problems, should be fine now'. Couldn't be farther from the truth. She comes round and immediately starts talking about how much she misses me. Says that now we're 'more mature' we can work it out like adults and that she still has feelings for me. Didn't even get to tell her I found out I was gay after I left her.” 
The man had been looking at the displays while speaking, so he probably didn’t catch Jimmy’s jaw dropping before he could catch himself. He turned around to face him. “So, any good picks for the bouquet, then?”
Jimmy hesitantly flips to a page he dog-eared and turns it to face the stranger. They both move closer to the page to read it. ”Foxglove might be a good pick. 'Means insincerity. In older things it even means secrets and complicated situations, which seems fitting. And it's quite pretty, but that's more an aesthetic choice.”
“I like them.“ He stared up at Jimmy. Their faces were mere inches apart. His eyes were a light hazel with gold flecks nearly colour matched the piercings running down his ears. ”You alright?“
Jimmy blinked and moved back. ”Uhm, yeah. Sorry.“ He picked up the book and moved to the greenhouse door behind him. ”I've got a few picks that'll go great with the message. Should take, like, 20 minutes?“
”Okay. Thanks for doing this, by the way. I know it's, like, nearly ten right now,“
”No, don't worry, really. Uhm, can I get a name for the order?”
“Scott.”
Jimmy smiled as he spoke. “Scott. That name suits you.” He shut the door before Scott could respond.
The bouquet was placed on the counter with a thud, shaking Scott from his thoughts. The florist he was just thinking about stood with a smile. He got up and tried to shift his hair from his face (a pointless effort, he knew. Scott had checked how he looked in his phone camera while the guy was making his bouquet, and by god did he look dreadful. Make-up pouring down his face and clothes soaked through. Rained on just wasn't his look.) and walked towards the counter. ”Wow. These are beautiful.“
Scott wasn't lying. The foxgloves he'd recognised from earlier framed intricately placed white flowers. The vase the florist put them in was stunning too, glass patterns mirroring the stems of the flowers fractionally across its surface. 
”Thank you. The purple are foxgloves, like I said, and meadowsweet is the white one. It means uselessness in floriography. Um, I would've put more flowers but I guess not a lot of people need 'I hate you' flowers.” He laughed awkwardly at that last bit.
His laugh was nice. It was higher pitched than normal, but fit him perfectly. Scott smiled along, pretending like he wasn't just staring at him. 
Scott paid for the flowers (Jimmy gave him money off, not that he would find out until months later) and picked up his bouquet. 
”Wait. Uhm,“
Scott turned to face the florist. ”Hm?“
”I have, uh, something else to give you,“ He held out a singular poppy with a slip of paper wrapped around it. ”'s just- Don't take it if you don't wan' it, but-“
Scott took the poppy before he finished speaking. He unravelled the piece of paper and read it carefully. ”'Jimmy'. That name suits you, you know.“
He blushed and turned away from him. ”Aw. Don't use my own words against me!“ He feigned anger but was smiling too much for it to have any bite.
Scott put the piece of paper with Jimmy's number in his pocket and took the poppy and tucked behind his ear. ”Thank you, Jimmy. I'll call later to tell you how the flowers went down.“
”Don't spare any details, I'm properly invested.“
Scott laughed as he opened the door. The moonlight had illuminated the wet concrete. When had it stopped raining? He couldn't have been in there that long. Scott turned to face Jimmy. “See you later, Jimmy.”
”You too.“
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teaveetamer · 6 months
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Cap: *writes a blatantly sexist, racist, homophobic fic that is immensely popular and influential in the fandom and that many people have explicitly said made them feel uncomfortable when reading it*
Raxis: he's completely innocent everyone who says he ever did anything wrong are just hysterical liars with victim complexes
Moonlitboar: *says that they wanted Lambert to be more morally ambiguous and said they thought Sitri was happy in untagged posts that literally maybe a dozen people max ever saw*
Raxis: THEY DESERVED TO GET CANCELED THEY FUCKED AROUND AMD FOUND OUT THEY’RE AN ASSHOLE but i never did anything to them but i know who did but i won't tell anyone who that is BUT I'M COMPLETELY UNINVOLVED i just know exactly who is involved in this TOTALLY JUSTIFIED C A N C E L A T I O N (and totally not harassment because harassment is bad but cancelation to the point of harassment is fine)
LITERALLY what was the game plan here. His own logic makes it sound like he's actually completely down with Cap getting "canceled" AND he sounds like a blatant liar. Why couldn't he just shut his mouth for once
From the very beginning, no one on Tumblr has done anything that would break his personal definition of "normal" fandom participation. We're "harassing" Cap for talking about his fic and meta posts, but if you bring up Raxy's aggressive disregard for the block button, and how he disregards people directly asking him to leave them alone, he will be the FIRST to say "you put it on the internet so you have no right to be upset about me criticizing your dumbass takes".
He will stomp his feet and throw a tantrum if you say anything even remotely critical of Cap's fic's actual racist, sexist, and homophobic undertones, but Moonlit had one milquetoast opinion about Sitri and Lambert and they "deserve" a brutal cancellation. By his logic Cap should have been cancelled about a thousand times over by now; I'm giving him one cancellation for every use of "girls" to refer to grown women.
He will consistently justify his mistreatment of people with "but someone bullied Cap first" even if the person he's literally harassing has had nothing to do with Cap ever, but if you bring up what he demonstrably did to Moonlitboar it's "how dare you, you shouldn't 'mistreat' me for this thing I demonstrably did and even if I did do it then it wasn't my fault because they deserved it :/"
The truth of the matter is that Raxy doesn't give a shit. His "rules" for engagement are literally just "I should be allowed to react however I want whenever my feelings are hurt, and you should only be allowed to react in a way that doesn't hurt my feelings." Except this man is quite possibly the most fragile human being I have ever encountered and everything hurts his feelings. He genuinely thinks saying "I think Sitri lived a good life" is equivalent in hurtfulness to "I think it's okay to make genocide 'jokes' on your posts". Because the Sitri thing hurt his poor feelings, but well if someone tells me it's funny to remind me that my family died in the holocaust it's not his feelings getting hurt, so who gives a shit, just don't make him look too bad and he doesn't care. I wish I were kidding but that was LITERALLY his primary concern in that situation.
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Not "hey talking about how genocide is cool is fucked up" or "hey maybe stop telling the woman who just told you that her family was impacted by the Holocaust that genocide is really funny and something to joke about"
Nope, it's "shut up you're making us look bad, and look now you woke Nilsh up! Don't you know I worked so hard to harass him into leaving social media!"
Like be for fucking real dude, you aren't slick. I can sum up everything you need to know about this guy's attitude in two images:
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His logic looks like a mess of spaghetti because it is. Because he works backward from a conclusion ("I should be allowed to do whatever I want and no one should be allowed to do anything I don't like") and he inserts justifications as he goes, with no regard for whether or not it actually makes sense. He went from "Moonlit deserved it because they had bad takes" to "Moonlit was actually harassing me" to "I didn't actually do it anyway" to "I know exactly who did it but I won't say but it wasn't that bad" to now, apparently, "there's a conspiracy against me". He just relies on no one looking closely enough at him to notice the clear pattern. If someone does suss it out he tries to harass them into shutting up about him or he tries to delete evidence of his past logic and behavior (all the better if the person he's harassing deletes everything too, because then he can just make shit up).
The thing that really gets me is like, just how clearly unable to function he is without someone he absolutely hates to bounce off of. Does he even make original posts, or does he just constantly whine about other people's opinions? Every post I've ever seen from him about 3H, even the ones that aren't reblogs or don't have screenshots included, are like 99% "someone had an opinion I didn't agree with! Allow me to debunk it!" posts. The other 1% are recycled talking points from other people's metas, which he writes like he's got a 5,000 word paper due tomorrow that he hasn't even started and he's trying to see how much "slightly reword the wikipedia entry" he can get away with.
And not even speaking just about Raxy, but this is what pisses me off so bad about certain people in fandom. They feel empowered to harass and bully the genuinely awesome, creative people who actually make things. Those people leave, and then they have the audacity to sit there and whine about how the fandom is dead, no one is making anything, everyone left for greener pastures. They suck the life out of vibrant communities and leave nothing but a hollowed out husk. It happened with a ton of fan artists and authors in 3H, including some I'm friends with, who just had to get the fuck out because of the damage it was causing their mental health. And before he says it, no. Saying "Cap's (a white man) fic has some kinda racist and uncomfy undertones I wish he'd take some criticism to heart and correct that" is not the same thing as stalking someone and sending death threats because they have a different opinion about your favorite character. Holy fuck.
Like hey wanna know why no one wants to talk about 3H anymore? Because of this shit. Because saying "I think Lambert doing Morally Complex things is Morally Complex and therefore interesting" is the kind of opinion that can get you harassed into leaving the fandom entirely.
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https://www.tumblr.com/lokisasylum/728596853469413376/all-jokes-and-memes-aside-lemme-address
I’m a pjm myself but this post is literally so ridiculous 😭 This is some peak stage of twitter’s mind corruption and being out of touch with reality 😂 I can’t speak about the others but I was following you for more than a year and you wrote some of the most interesting posts about jimin’s art I’ve seen here. I may not share all of your views about jimin but to call you a jimin anti is just kinda insane
What should I do? Is it time to call my mom and tell her that I am finally infamous on tumblr.com? Should I pop the champagne?
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I will not comment about this blogger's page and its discourse in general, nor about the other people mentioned in the post.
But I will say something first about one person. Peppertaemint is my friend, not my moot. I know, hard concept to understand. Our friendship does not rely on us being kpop moots because we're a lot cooler than that. We're also music fans, not multi stans, but I see that for someone chronically online, this is impossible to understand.
As to me being accused of being a Jimin "anti", I'm genuinely shocked. Because if there's one person that I'm singing praises too as if I'm getting paid (I'm not), it would be Jimin because I'm a weak bitch for the man. But I am not his stan, not his akgae, not his anti, I'm not Army, I'm not multi-stan, I'm not a jikooker, I'm not any other fandom-related label that it's being attached to me. I have my identity which is not related to kpop and I have other purposes in life that do not require for me to look for satisfaction within a fandom. I am merely a person with various interests, as I have been revealing more and more since I changed my blog's direction, who also happens to have one in kpop and some BTS members, with a particular emphasis on Jimin.
I have never "downplayed" his talent or made "shady" posts about him. On the contrary, I've always had to try and see things from a more objective perspective and sometimes I found that it was difficult because my bias towards him took over.
I am a supposed Jimin anti, but he's the only artist in kpop that I've written extensively about and trying to bring my own contribution by writing about his art. I am such a Jimin anti that I have spent weeks doing hours of research after finishing my work in order to be able to write something worth reading about his photofolio. I am such a Jimin anti that I almost cried out of anger when I couldn't access articles that I needed in order to understand some of his concepts. I had put myself voluntarily in a situation similar to my usual academic research at a point in which that type of work was detrimental to my mental health. But I pushed it because I loved that photofolio and it was one of those rare occasions in which I got reminded that there's still joy in doing that when the person I'm writing about is worth it and there's no outside pressure.
I always write about the projects he's involved with. During the time he was announced as Dior ambassador and went to Fashion Week, I have opened up the floor to those with more expertise so that we can take the discussion further and turn it into an interesting weekend debate.
Until I closed my blog on the day of Face's release for personal reasons, I wrote about his concept every single time when something was released. When idiots all over the internet were talking shit about SMFpt2, I had written extensively about the song and the music video. But I am a Jimin anti.
Fan engagement (not stan part of a fandom) can take many forms and we are allowed to do it in whatever way possible. I do not care what others are doing, if they think that their best way of having a contribution is by posting about streaming or reporting accounts. That is not me, it will never be me. The best I can do, and not based on some supposed stan duty, is to write about the artists I like in a way that makes sense for me.
I do not make posts for engagement, this tumblr blog is but one tiny bit in my life and I do not need that. I do not spend my time "dragging pjms" as if they're my personal target. Even when I voiced my complains, I then had talks with anons that brought their own perspective which I understood and made me see things differently. That happens because I am not completely out of touch with reality and I can behave as a normal person who can have talks with a variety of fans.
I'm not writing all this to justify myself for this blogger, but because I do not accept such a gross characterization and because I've put a lot of effort in so many posts I have written about Jimin and I find it completely unfair to be slapped with such ridiculous labels.
Anon, I understand why you brought this issue to me. But honestly, I'd rather not know what is out there. I have my own corner here, a sort of personal public diary. I like to share my thoughts about plenty of other stuff as well, make some jokes, hoping that some of the readers have a sense of humor as well and mind my business. I do not situate myself within any fandom and I refuse to be dragged into situations like these by people who cannot escape a toxic stan/kpop mentality.
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I loved Loved LOVED the chaeri and hongjong post! Their relationship is so cute 🤭 The part with ateez talking about chaeri in their daily life was so good! (Only if you want to, of course) Can we see more hongjoong and chaeri moments, as well as ateez and chaeri pls 🙏
Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.
Chaeri's masterlist
N.D Thank you so much! I really appreciate it! I enjoy a lot writing about Chaeri and Ateez Hope you like this ♡
What you find on the web if you google 'Chaeri and Ateez?' + a short extract from one of Chaeri and Hongjoong's first dates
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some clips in a rush ⸻ 🎬
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"Alright, alright, I won't rain on your parade. But if you're going to imitate me, at least let me join"
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Joong "You are not affected at all" Chaeri "Kinda used to it I would say"
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Joong "Since she spends a lot of time in the dorm, the guys started joking that we are kind of the parents of the group" *smiling through the pain* "And we decided to make a list to estimate who is the easiest and hardest to raise"
Yunho "I will definitely be at the bottom of the list. I am one of her favourites."
ධ Fire mouth
Seoul; 2022
"In my defence, I didn't think they were that spicy." She took one last sip from the now-drained bottle of water they had been forced to buy on the street. They had passed by a Mexican food takeaway and were struck by a container of what looked like kettle corn. How did the diner call it? "I will never eat Esquites from that restaurant again, my tongue is still on fire." Esquites, right. "You can't deny that they still had something … addicting".
Hongjoong closed the door behind them as they crossed the threshold of his dorms. They had agreed to go back there for a few hours as neither of them would have to wake up too early the next day. Chaeri, however, had made it clear she didn't want to stay overnight there, and he respected that.
"Addicting if you like hurting yourself"
Chaeri smiled entertained. "So whiny Joong, I probably should have brought Wooyoung instead of you. He'd have been a good kid and eaten everything." "Do you enjoy trying to make people jealous or is it one of your qualities that you only show off to me?" She placed the bag she was carrying on her shoulder right next to her on the sofa "Would you get jealous if I say I do it with everyone?"
He couldn't hold back a smile as he looked at her. So confident all the time, with that challenging stare, she drove him crazy.
"What are you staring at?" She crossed her legs and made herself more comfortable on the pillows around. "Actually, I can’t take my eyes off you"
He knew. Chaeri told him, not in the slightest detail, that a relationship she previously had did not allow her to feel free to be with other men and that, with him, everything was coming up so naturally that it terrified her. If only he had not seen how her eyes changed every time a certain line was crossed between them, he would never have believed that Chaeri - famous for facing everything bravely - was afraid to let herself go in a relationship.
The conversation they had as soon as the 'fake date' thing was turning into something more was constantly on his mind: "I don't know if I will ever be able to love someone as I did with him. I am not even sure if I will be able to love at all, someone other than him. But I needed to be clear with you. I like you..for real, but I can't guarantee that I will fall in love"
"I like you, Chaeri. And if you give me the opportunity to be close to you for a while, maybe you will understand that love is not just once in a lifetime. I won't be a liar telling you that I'm only speaking for your own interest. Call me selfish, but I want a chance with you."
And she was genuinely impressed. Hongjoong was not the usual boy, false moralist, who would try to manipulate her with his gentle ways to achieve his ends. He was human and not afraid to show it.
"I like to watch you too, Joong."
"Let's take a better look of each other, then."
He stood before her to offer a hand. He brought her close to one of the living room windows to let her face be naturally illuminated by the stars in the sky.
Ethereal. It was the only word that gave her justice at that moment. As the moonlight illuminated her eyes, the boy thought he had never seen a more perfect person than her. He would have taken a photo to cherish the memory forever but he had nothing with him to do so.
He placed a finger on her chin and ran it up to her lips, tracing their outline gently, almost as if the fingertip were a phantom touch on her skin
"Is it ok if I do that?" "You have already kissed me several times, Joong" "True, but it always feels like the first one" "Is it bad?" "No, quite the opposite"
He leaned in, slowly bringing his lips to hers.
At first, the kiss was gentle, a soft brushing of lips against lips. But as the passion between them grew, the kiss deepened. His arms wrapped around her body, pulling her closer as they lost themselves in the moment.
He could feel on his tongue again the tingling of the Esquites still burning hot in Chaeri's mouth, probably 'cause she'd eaten far more than him.
You can't deny that they still had something … addicting Addicting if you like hurting yourself
It seems he was clearly someone who liked to hurt himself.
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8-bitbrainrot · 8 months
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I’m not sure if you’ve made a post about this but any hamnoir hcs or hcs in general :3
you shouldn't have asked /j
but i have a few!! mostly for ham :)
hamnoir first though! most of these will be goofy
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putting em below the break since this is kinda lengthy vv
- ham tries at least once a week to help noir learn UNO.
- ham gets cold easily, and noir offers him his coat when he does.
- when noir is having a tough day, ham will lay on his chest like a weighted stuffed animal.
- ham used to antagonise noir until he'd chase him just to get a cartoony kick; he still tries but noir can tell what he's trying to do now.
- ham talks a lot; noir always listens.
- noir slaps on a pair of cat ears when he visits ham's dimension, just in case. it somehow works.
- even if noir balances ham's chaos out a bit, they somehow always manage to get into shit together.
- noir used to be annoyed by ham's dumb nicknames for him, but grew to find them sweet.
- they got into a genuine fistfight over UNO at some point, it ended with them both laughing though.
- they'll yell at each other and both know they don't mean it, but some of the other spider-fam still can't tell if they're being serious sometimes.
- they weren't allowed into the spider society- ham because miguel showed up to recruit him while he was in the middle of some crazy toon stuff, and noir because he almost shot miguel as soon as the portal opened.
- ham fell first. he had a massive toony crush and somehow noir was still oblivious for a good while.
okay time for just the ham ones!!
- ham could flirt for days, but when he's flirted with he can malfunction in a variety of ways.
- he has tusks, but he files them down to sharp, canine-like points. partially so he can bite people, partially because they just feel funny when they're long.
- miguel HATES him, but he gets along with lego spidey.
- he's technically banned from HQ but still manages to be there somehow. miguel hates it.
- if he holds onto an object for too long of a time, there's a chance it could malfunction in a cartoony sort of fashion. i.e., he held onto noir's gun too long once and the bullets turned to rubber.
- when he was a spider, he was a scene kid. he would kill someone if they shared that knowledge though.
- if he couldn't find cool clothes in his size when he was a spider, he'd buy dolls and take their accessories and clothing. this led to a repressed gender crisis.
- speaking of gender.. what's gender?? who's that?? ham doesn't identify with any of that gender propaganda (/j). his gender is null and his pronouns are whatever you want. /silly
- he LOVES legos and origami. he built the titanic set and when it broke he made a joke about it sinking and then cried for three days.
- he loves weird al yakovic, oinko boinko, baah vinci's notebook, any of that sorta music. still has a soft spot for fall out toy, my calico romance, and all time crow.
- he breaks the fourth wall here and there. people have just learned to ignore it, or not think about it. if he's asked about it, he acts like he doesn't know what they're talking about.
(legal disclaimer that these are just my headcanons and if whoever is reading this has different ones, that's a-ok!!! i love all versions of these fellas !!)
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