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johnslittlespoon · 14 days

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ok okokk i may be pushing it but i just cant stop picturing barry circa 2012 with leaving!bucky. i just feel like theyd have the cutest dynamic ever. he gives art student vibes like maybe hes studying film or literature. theyre childhood bestfriends and maybe they were eachother's homoerotic-codependent-friendship canon event. UGHH theyd be so cute stfuu. and maybe bucky and gale are already established and curt is just yearning for a whileee like over a year of slow burn until the three of them are a throuple... idk i just miss curtbuckbucky. you dont have to change your canon for the long fic i just needed to share this idea lmfao

au post | NO ur not pushing it this is such fun world building teehee <33 genuinely this is gonna help me later for drafting! (FUCK MY LIFE HOW IS THIS 2K WORDS. i thought i only had a few thoughts... i was so wrong. my bad chief. enjoy/suffer ig)

ok so this is so funny because i've actually been thinking ab how sweet those two would be together, cute little nerdy besties, and how they'd meet because of course curt has to be in this fic!!

and the first thing my mind went to was the cliche homoerotic codependent friendship trope too LMAO. i'm feeling like maybe they meet on the first day of highschool; neither of them share their english class with any friends, and they end up sat next to each other, and john keeps side–eyeing him because curt looks... interesting. (ie: deep into his emo phase. the fringe. the smudged eyeshadow. chipped black nail polish, band shirts– all things john does not let him live down as they grow up.)

but his eyes settle on some pin on curt's jacket that has some character from his favourite movie or something, and the yap jumps out, john can't control it. blurts out a "you like ___ too?!" and curt's head snaps over and he nods nervously and john takes one look at those big sad charcoal–ringed blue puppy eyes and is like yup. this is the one. will protect with my life.

(tiny headcanon that rly won't have a big effect on plot or anything, but i feel like it just fits very well with john/his character in leaving– dude's got madddd undiagnosed adhd. he's written off as a loud mouth/troublemaker in his childhood, but he wants to be a good kid, his mind is just always going too fast and sitting still is torture and his parents get frustrated and don't look into the root of the problem, trying to discipline it out of him instead. i will heal my inner child by healing him alright)

they're attached at the hip from that moment on and it makes sense to no one because they seem like complete opposites, curt more inclined towards the arts and bookish things and his friends are all the same, whereas john is more inclined towards athletics and science and hangs around that type of crowd as well. but they both love video games and movies and music and they bond over never really feeling like they fit in anywhere particular and both groups of friends get along just fine when they all get together. <3

but yk time goes on, they learn things about themselves as they grow up, and curt and john are so close and spend so much time together that they're already a lot closer than regular friends– they just don't realize it. they think nothing of cuddling up on the couch watching movies together, or sharing a bed when john stays over at curt's place after he gets into a fight with his parents, or being much more interested in spending time together than pursuing girls.

and curt's pretty– john nearly mistakes him for a girl that first day they meet. the summer before their senior year, john practically spends the whole summer at curt's house, and curt's mom doesn't mind; she works long hours and is glad her son isn't spending the summer moping around indoors alone, and she loves john and gets the feeling that her home is a sanctuary for him. one day they're in the backyard lazing around, and they get onto the topic of first kisses, and neither of them have had a proper relationship outside of those classic week–long middleschool flings that don't actually mean anything, so there's not much to talk about.

but being dumb teenage boys, they start worrying about "what if we're really bad at kissing and no girls wanna go with us to senior prom this year" etc. and one of them pops the suggestion of practicing together, and thus begins a summer of sweet stolen kisses and hand holding and experimenting and dancing around calling it something. it ends when the summer does because they realize that they both work better as friends, but they're as close as ever and both definitely learn they aren't straight (and they probably make a cute pact– "if we aren't in love by the time we're thirty, we'll just marry each other.")

i don't see them really doing much together because they're young and shy and inexperienced, but it's enough for john to decide that yeah, he definitely likes guys too, but that's all that really amounts to (until he meets gale) because he's growing up in a small town in wisconsin and it's not the easiest/most accepting place to find other queers. john probably ends up dating a real sweet girl during his last year of highschool, but she's going away for college and john's going to a local one so it ends amicably at the end of summer, both of them staying close friends. (if we wanna get sickeningly wholesome, maybe she ends up pining for a girl while john's pining for gale and they share their little stories and give each other advice and facetime every week to catch up <3)

(++ curt ends up falling head over heels for ken, who he meets through john when curt and john's friend groups get together for movie nights or summer parties. john pretends to be annoyed at how lovesick they are when they first start crushing, but he ends up matchmaking and being the one to push them to confess their feelings after graduation because he loves his friends.)

BUT THEN, leaving this fic's 'canon' to elaborate on the throuple stuff you said! i miss curtbuckbucky too </3

in a separate universe, curt doesn't end up with ken, and as much as he loves his friendship with john and agrees that a relationship wouldn't have worked at that time in their lives, he spends that first year of college pining. when john starts talking about some guy named gale during their second year, he's a little sad, but mostly protective, because "what do you MEAN he's in his 30s??" and "he's a BIKER?"

but john eventually introduces him to gale after a few months of telling curt about him, probably once he and gale actually start seeing each other, and curt immediately gets it. and then he's in double–hell because not only is he a bit (a lot) in love with his best friend, but he's blushing every time said best friend's new bf talks to him, and they're gonna notice eventually if they haven't already and he feels so guilty.

more yearning ensues and john is dense and doesn't realize but gale picks up on it, maybe even notices john doing a bit of pining of his own that john's not fully aware of. and his heart twists because his mind goes to his own insecurities about how john should be seeing someone his own age, so he sits john down and opens up a conversation about it. john is adamant that he's very, very happy with gale, but he tells gale about his and curt's past and admits that he has always still had feelings for him, but insists that it's not something he'd ever pursue, that he values curt's friendship more.

gale throws him off by saying he wouldn't mind if john wanted to explore those feelings, and at first john gets anxious gale is calling things off with the two of them and this is his way of softening the blow, but gale reassures him that's not the case, that he's very happy with their relationship. he just encourages that if he wants to talk to curt and feel things out, he wouldn't be opposed to john and curt seeing each other as well– gale's often busy, after all, so it would be nice for john to have someone else, as long as curt's comfortable with that kind of arrangement and as long as john keeps gale in the loop.

they decide to kinda just feel it out as they go, but soon enough gale starts coming home from work every so often to find the two of them curled up on his couch together, sweet and innocent. curt's wary at first, always slightly detaching himself from john when gale's around, but gale is always friendly and doesn't change up his routine, settling on the couch at john's other side like it's not a big deal at all, wanting to show curt he's welcome there, not wanting john to feel guilty.

it's another scenario where lines just sorta start to blur over time, curt spending a lot of time over at gale's house, and gale sees the way curt looks at him, probably noticed it from the first time they met but chalked it up to nerves at the time. curt's an angel and he's grown quite fond of him, but he doesn't want to overstep, so he leaves it up to curt, thinking maybe the boy will mention it to john one day and john will in turn come to gale to talk about it.

and eventually that happens, just like gale thought it might. curt's just gone home and john's head is in his lap on the couch while they watch tv, and john asks "what do you think about curt?" and gale tells him that he's sweet and he loves how much john smiles when he's around him, the usual. "so you like him?" john pushes, and gale immediately has a feeling where this conversation is going, drags his eyes away from the tv to look down at john.

says "of course" easily, and lets john take his time forming his thoughts. john ends up telling him that he and curt were fooling around earlier while gale was at work (and god help gale for the images that puts in his head) and that he'd made some offhand comment about how curt better hurry up if he doesn't want gale to come home and catch him half naked on their couch. and john's all shy when he says "and curt, uh. y'know. that... did it for him" with a vague gesture LOL. gale never fails to find it amusing how certain things can fluster john to talk about after all they've done together.

"so, anyway. i asked him about it after, if it was a coincidence, and he was real shy about it, but he did admit after a whole lot of apologizing that he likes you." gale listens to him nervously get his words out, petting his hair encouragingly, waits for him to be done before he asks "how do you feel about that?" only to watch the flush return when john mumbles "it's hot."

this is getting sooo long i need to take away my own typing privileges, but basically that's how things would start between the three of them– john and gale agree that gale will let himself be a bit flirty with curt and see how curt takes it. obviously this goes a little too well when curt gets hot and bothered sat between john and gale during a movie night with john's hand on his knee and gale's arm resting on the couch behind him while he plays with curt's hair.

the movie is forgotten when gale's finger catches on a tangled curl and curt doesn't bite back the little whine that slips out in time and john's head snaps over and he mumbles a "fuck" when he realizes what's happened, and his lack of filter comes out to play when he turns to curt and asks "curt, can gale kiss you?" and curt turns to gale with big doll eyes and nods.

john ends up palming himself over his shorts as he watches gale coax curt into his lap, face hot and pupils blown as he gets to see both his guys make out in front of him, almost dizzy seeing curt get so shy and needy and pliant because when it's just the two of them, he and curt are both very balanced in their dynamic. they've been such close friends for so long that not much gets the other truly shy like that, and they're always quick to voice their wants and crack jokes while fooling around and all. so to see curt get so flustered in that way with gale has him lightheaded, and by the time they all collapse into gale's bed at the end of the night, john's convinced this is the best decision he's ever made.

there's a lot of pining on curt's end because for a while it's kinda just sex when it's the three of them, and he loves it but he also finds himself wanting more but feeling too scared to voice it because he feels like he's intruding. but eventually they all get their shit sorted out; curt fits into their relationship just right in a way gale and john never intended or expected, and gale falls for curt just as much as john has and curt does the same with gale.

gale's got two sweet things glued to his side now and man, do they ever give him a run for his money, and if he'd thought john had too much energy (and stamina) it's nothing compared to keeping up with both of them, but he wouldn't have it any other way. <3

throuple things won't be happening in the actual fic, but i do love the idea of exploring the dynamic the three of them might have in a spin–off of that au so this was rly fun thx :-) maybe i'll write a pwp oneshot set in that universe as an excuse to write more curtbuckbucky once the fic is done LOL we'll see!

#leaving bikeriders au #will proofread later bc i want to get back to the other drabble LOL #i can't believe these keep ending up so longggg #i wish it was this easy for me to get words out like this for my actual fics but alas #drabble and brainrot will always have me in their clutches #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #curtbuckbucky #buckbucky

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leviadraws · 10 months

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Thoughts on what If Mikako was Kokoyuri's Child?

(I assume this is the same anon, if not that's a real coincidence)

I love love that I seem to get a fair amount of asks about Yuri, but they're almost all anon. We all love the dork but no one wants to admit to it haha.

Under cut, spoilers for both games.

So like this was actually super hard, so if I'm way off I apologise.

So firstly, Mikako would look quite a lot different if Yuri was her father. As we know that Mikako's appearance takes a lot from her father's side, not Kokoro's (She has her father's hair and eye colour, her fathers height, and his fringe). So assuming that Yuri's chapter 6 design is canon, Mikako could remain being a tall queen. But she'd have Yuri's hair and eye colour.

(Changed the colour palette a little to contrast the lighter hair, but colour combos are hard so I'm sorry it's a mess)

That said, 5'1'' Mikako would be adorable too!

So let's talk about their home life. Since a lot will have to change there. The first is obvious, that Yuri would never allow any harm to come to his own daughter. So the experiments Kokoro does in canon aren’t happening to Mikako.

However, I don't believe the two of them would be winning any awards in parenthood. Mikako would be loved though, very outwardly by her father, and more reservedly by her mom.

Kokoro is harder to judge as a parent, because (I personally) believe that her treatment in chapter 0 was... weird. It's hard to gauge what kind of parent she would be if her partner had an actual backbone (idc what people say about Kokoro but Sojiro was equally responsible for what happened to Mikako). I'd like to think that with proper guidance she'd end up trying her best to be a better person and relate to others. That said, Yuri isn't exactly a perfect person himself, so there would likely be a fair amount of back and forth in misunderstanding.

I feel Yuri would be prone to spoil Mikako, but I think she'd be real honest with the both of them, as even if she did something wrong Yuri would be fine with that, and Kokoro would be more interested why she'd act out rather than disciplining her.

I wonder if Yuri's prejudice against men would rub off on her, if so she'd probably still be friends with Rei, but probably not Yamato or Tsurugi. She would definitely not bother with helping Tsurugi with his world views, as being a male she'd already have that prejudice and she'd likely believe that he would just be beyond redemption.

I think people like Rei and Kanata would scold her for this a bit. So like the rest of class 79b, she'd probably mellow out a little over the course of their time at HPA.

Her relationship with characters like Kizuna would be real interesting, since she'd want to believe girls are faultless, but experience with her mother would allow her to read people. Which would mean she'd see just how messed up Kizuna is. She'd probably work really hard to try to make her better.

She'd likely drop kick Mitsuhiro out of a 3rd story window. Man and she can see bad intentions? He wouldn't stand a chance.

So an interesting thing is, in DRA, Mikako is the one to convince Yamato to give Utsuro and Akane a chance after his initial suspicions. In this scenario it's unlikely that they're even friends, so Mikako wouldn't be the one Yamato confides in. He'd likely confide in Tsurugi instead, and I can't imagine either of them giving the despairs a chance or helping them escape on the day of the tragedy.

There's a chance that, on the day the rest of the class would pressure him into taking them, but it's interesting to think about. But it's cool to think that they could make it out without the two that would turn their safe space into a killing game.

If Yuri and Kokoro survive the tragedy, there's nothing on this Earth or beyond that would keep him from his daughter.

And ofc, without Kokoro's research and experiments on her daughter, the second game would turn out very differently.

If you're still here, congrats! I err, really struggled with this one, so I'm happy to edit this with other peoples' thoughts

#ask loz #kokoyuri #mikako kurokawa #yuri kagarin #kokoro mitsume #sdra2 #dra spoilers #sdra2 spoilers #danganronpa another #super danganronpa another 2 #I have art block atm so I'm just answering asks

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shortpplfedup · 1 year

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My School President Episode 4: Hopes and dreams

Oh my oh my oh my. That was even better than any clown theory I could have possibly dreamed up. I love so much about how this show is constructed and the things it wants to say about what it takes to make dreams come true and the importance of having people in your corner. I mean, the theme song is literally titled 'You Got Ma Back' and it took me until now to get it, silly rabbit. In this episode, the boys really start getting to know each other (giving the audience a look in as well), and the Bad Buddy DNA continues to be strong with the catalyst character showing up, the energy shifting between our dynamic duo and the face-cleaning trope/PPL making an appearance...lol.

Verse: Slackers gotta shape up

Bring it on, ring the alarm Don't stop now, just be the champion Work it hard, like it's your profession Watch out now, 'cause here it comes

Britney Spears | Work Bitch (2013)

I appreciate that the show made the point that slacking won't get you very far in anything you actually care about. The boys claim to be serious about music, and from the first episode and Gun's speech that he never got to give, you get that Gun understands what it will take to get to and win Hot Wave, but they all lacked the discipline to see their dream through. Sound, coming in as the hardass heavy, is the missing piece of the band's puzzle, and Gun was aware enough to realise it. The part he missed, that he learned by the end, is that Chinzhilla doesn't need Sound instead of him, but needs Sound as well as him. Because what Gun brings is the magic, the sparkle, the je ne sais quoi, the FUN. That's made clear elsewhere in the story this ep as well, as Gun taps into what's missing from the student council's approach to the student body and figures out a way for them to have fun and spread some joy while still achieving their goals. You start to see how Gun and Tinn are really well matched, as Tinn brings the structure and Gun brings the style.

Chorus: Eyelashes are being batted

Every time you look at me My heart is jumping, it's easy to see

Britney Spears | (You Drive Me) Crazy (1999)

The other thing you start to see is how Gun has game. Having realised that he likes Tinn, he is now paying attention and has noticed that Tinn likes him too. And he is going for it, and he's much better at flirting than Tinn is by several orders of magnitude. Tinn came strong with the hand stamp and offer to hang out with him if he was lonely, but Gun made the monster moves with the bow tie adjustment (classic) and the selfie. I mean, after the bow tie thing Tiw had to leave the room, and I FELT that. It felt like a 'let me just give y'all some privacy' moment. I love that Tinn saw how Gun lost his sparkle without music club, and he tried to give him back music via the council because Gun's sparkle is integral to why he likes him in the first place. And then he went beyond, to free Gun from the commitment he felt like he'd made and return him to music club, because that is ultimately where he wants to be. He let Gun go, and he came right back to him, because now Gun wants music and Tinn. Gorgeous.

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I know that high school cliques do seem impenetrable but it's still funny how everybody behaved like Gun couldn't be in music club and play for the student council.

Next week looks like they're actually gonna address some of the implied class differences between Gun and Tinn, interesting.

I loved the conversation Tinn and Gun had in the stairwell, Tinn giving insight into what feels like a fear of failure and Gun feeling like he was born to perform. Them getting to know each other is so sweet and you see them becoming more endeared the more they learn.

Sound making them all dress like they're in a boy band was HILARIOUS. I wanna see the inside of that kid's mind.

The Holy Chinchilla! 🤣 Sadhu

That one snobby kid from the council is gonna make one hell of a civil service bureaucrat someday.

I love a good pinkie touch/link 🥰

#my school president #chinzhilla rocks!#Spotify #bl meta series

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halfblood-princes-crown · 1 year

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So, when I searched Snape stan you were one of the first blogs to appear and by investigating *coughs* stalking *coughs* for a while *coughs* 15 minutes *coughs* I have decided to submit a fic idea that has been there for a while. I have absolutely no intention on writing it but I want it to be out there in the world.

It may already be, I'm not gonna lie it's pretty basic.

So I want a severitus fic where Jilly is very much alive.

Like, the war happened, but Neville is the boy who lived in this universe. Snape still works for Dumbledore as a teacher and he hates being surrounded by dunderheads all the time.

Harry on the other hand had a much better childhood than the one at the Dursleys. But there are still things.

Lily's fiery right, that translates into a bit of an anger problem when parenting because she usually doesn't have the patience for Harry's major kid fuck up's. So, controversial opinion, she beats him. Hear me out, it's the 80's, people beat their children for discipline today too, imagine what it was like in the 80's when it was actually considered a good thing.

James, on the other hand, I imagine as materialistic, always getting Harry stuff and not understanding that all Harry wants in a hug and "I am proud of you!". So, naturally he gets mad at Harry because he doesn't understand his point of view and of course Harry learns that there are consequences to not being happy all of the time.

So, we have emotional issues wrapped up in a trenchcoat pretending to be a "spoiled" 11 year old.

This mess of a person gets to Hogwarts, proceeds to gain a reputation as the class clown, because he's always happy and is really upset about it, thinking that's a bad thing.

Severus finds him crying in a hallway after his friends start calling him the class clown and comforts him.

What happens after is up to you I think.

I didn't plan this far. I was honestly thinking of Harry accidentally becoming a horcrux, by accidentally absolving the horcrux in the diary in second year. You decide how.

Personally I was thinking he was the one the diary took and when the stealing of magic began, Tom started to feel a little woozy.

I LIKE THIIISSSSSSSS

The fact that you scrolled through my chaotic blog and thought “yea…he’s the one I wanna tell this to” is amazing 🥲

I like the idea that the events of the second book happened to Harry instead of Ginny 🤔

And I never thought about the normalized discipline in that era…🤯 I feel like the roles would be opposite tho. Considering what we see in canon, I think James would be the one to get fed up and result to whooping and Lily is the parent who lets it happen and compensates by doing the bare minimum and expecting you to “be grateful” because “others have it worse”

Aw man, I already thought of an ending…angst beyond repair

😩

I have too many WIPs, I have too many WIPs, I have too many WIPs, I have too many WIPs, I have too many WIPs, I have too many WIPs…

#thank you for sharing this🔥#how do I tag this?#anti jily #severitus #?#severitus jily anon

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The Shocking Case of a 15-Year-Old Girl Who Murdered Her Grandparents: What Led to This Tragic Event?

"My eyes were closed the whole time." - Holly Harvey

In the year 2004, 15- and 16-year-olds Holly Harvey and Sandra (Sandy) Ketchum murdered Carl Collier, 74, and his wife, Sarah, 73, who were Holly Harvey's grandparents. This blog post aims to take a look into the crimes of Holly and Sandra and provide background information on the killer lovers lives before.

Harvey and Ketchum

Let's start with the background information. Holly Harvey, who grew up on the outskirts of Atlanta, Georgia, had always grown up in a bad setting. She was subjected to her mom being a sex worker and forcing her into sex trafficking at a much younger age. She was always a child with too much "freedom" and very little discipline. However, everything changed in the spring of 2004 when her mother was taken to prison. Holly had to relocate to live with her strict Baptist grandparents, Carl and Sarah Collier, who immediately had rules set in place for her. She eventually turned to sneaking out and such later on.

Sandy Ketchum grew up in a dysfunctional household where her birth mother never cared for her. She was severely neglected and never taken care of, even being left in her dirty diapers and having nothing to eat. Her father, Tim Ketchum, had later divorced his wife, and remarried 3 more time. Sandy's first stepmom was wonderful, yet she had suffered multiple brain aneurisms and brain damage from surgery. Her second was the worst, subjecting her to physical and emotional abuse, though Sandy's father never believed her until he finally saw it. His last was who Sandy considered her real mom, she loved her. But as time went on, Sandy hung around the wrong crowd, and started sneaking out and skipping school. Between kindergarten and 8th grade, Sandy has to be transferred more than 10 times. Finally, they transferred her to Flat Rock Middle School, Where she met Holly Harvey.

Meeting

When Holly and Sandy met, it was like they were immediately drawn together. Sandy had gotten along instantly, and soon they were smoking weed, staying out late, and doing everything with each other when they could. Sandy's father had also approved of Holly, saying she was one of the nicest kids he had ever met. Soon, Holly and Sandy began to fall in love with one another, with Sandy being the one to ask Holly out. And the fact that they had lived in an extremely conservative area didn't clash very well with them entering a lesbian relationship, being call "scandalous" and even being called homophobic slurs by their peers just for their sexuality. Soon, they began skipping class even more than what they had been, mostly hanging out in the woods where they would hangout and get high. Holly's grandparents later restricted her from being able to see Sandy because of their relationship, as they also had the conservative mindset.

The Planning and the Crime

The girls had gotten the idea of killing Harvey's grandparents after staying out all night and listening to music in the basement Harvey had stayed in. Ketchum had suggested for them to take the truck "to get something to calm us down," as Holly stated. "We'll have to kill them to do that," Harvey said she responded. That's when they first got the idea.

They prepared for this by taking the biggest knives they could find from the upstairs kitchen, and practiced by stabbing the mattress that Holly had slept on. Once Holly's grandparents had come down to get a suitcase, she stabbed her she stabbed her grandmother, Sarah Collier. Her grandpa, Carl Collier, had tried to intervene, pinning Holly to the ground, but she ended up stabbing him in the chest. He then ran up the stairs, chased by Holly, as he tried to pull the landline phone out of the wall to call for help. There was a blood trail left on the walls from where he tried to keep himself up with the wound.

Their Charges

The teenagers were charged with two counts of felony murder, two counts of malice murder, and one count of armed robbery. The maximum sentence the girls could have faced was of life in prison without the possibility of parole.

Extra

While Holly Harvey stabbed her grandma, she had her eyes closed the entire time.

When asked why she did it, Holly simply replied with "for Sandy, so that we could be together."

Police say they found a to-do list of sorts scrawled in ink on Harvey's arm: "kill, keys, money, jewelry."

There were books written on the case, such as All I Want To Do Is Kill by Dale Hudson and If You Really Loved Me by Kevin F. McMurray.

Below are the sites used for this project

please mrs.denns ive been listening to crack baby by mitski for over an hour please give me and alaina a 100 please and thank you good night gosh

#school project

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d-lanx · 1 month

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rewatching wwe punk and his relationships with authority

I've been rewatching old wwe punk stuff and find it very entertaining to watch his relatiohship with authority, cos it's like watching a family dealing with the problem child.

Vince and Heyman are the parents and had a kid: cm punk. Heyman is the proud mother hen and vince isn't happy about that cos they have other kids, too, and he thinks heyman is favouring punk. December to Dismember happens and a spat over cm punk makes vince and heyman divorce.

Punk has to live with vince on smackdown and meets vince's new partner, teddy long. Vince pretty much takes a step back from discipline, sometimes even enabling punk cos he has no idea what teddy is dealing with on a day-to-day basis.

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Teddy and Vince already have a kid: undertaker, and teddy will sic him on anyone who's causing trouble, including punk. but at the end of the day, punk always had a soft spot for teddy and while he didn't like him much in the moment, he would later learn to love him and would miss him.

Punk starts getting a bit too difficult to manage (afterall he did start a cult) and punk gets to a point where he's threatening to run away from home due to vince's favouritism towards his other kid, John Cena. Despite vince's best efforts, Punk runs away and takes a sentimental family heirloom with him to really piss them off.

But like lots of kids who run away, he eventually comes back. At which point vince pawns him off on HHH. HHH is having little luck in discipline, as punk is very good at talking back and pissing him off further. So when nash comes along (HHH's ex) and they get back together, nash tries to take over discipline.

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"You need to watch your mouth", "I need to whatch my mouth? you need to watch the show! I do and say whatever I want to whomever I please."

Punk sees this more as a challenge and is unbothered and HHH doesn't like that someone else is disciplining his kid, especially so harshly and by going behind his back. Hell, this whole video is nash being like "why are you letting your kid talk to you like that??":

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Nash and HHH have a messy break up, and realises that he can get punk to behave when they have a common enemy, at least. He even manages to keep him happy by putting him on commentray that one time.

Then laurinaitis comes along. He's the epitome of the embaressing parent and is absolutely the type to see his kid playing a game and just be like "are you winning, son?" and post facebook minions memes. And punk doesn't like him right from the get-go.

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Laurinaitis tries a few methods to deal with punk's behaviour, like taking away his stuff, and calling his bluff, as well as standard punishments. But then after going on a parenting course (in the show he says he took several "management classes") he tries to bond with punk by taking an interest in the things he likes. But after everything that happened between them, it just makes him uncomfortable.

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I just love the look of fear on punk's face when laurinaitis starts talking about empowering his talent.

Eventually, laurinaitis stops punk from seeing teddy, which really upsets him. But laurentits is also eventually booted out which punk is very happy about.

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Then heyman comes back into punk's life and is once again supporting him, partly out of love, partly out of a need for revenge against his ex, vince.

They cause a load of trouble together until eventually he has enough of punk's bs.

As a last resort, they bring in kane to act as a disciplinarian. He's not part of the family, but like some kind of child behaviour specialist or runs some sort of bootcamp for bad kids. But punk reaches 18 and ends up moving out before they can do much about his behaviour (i.e., he leaves the wwe).

I can't be bothered taking this analogy all through UFC, AEW and the new WWE era. But watching back some of the scenes really does feel like punk is the problem child of an already dysfunctional family, and it's hysterical.

#he's a little shit #but you can't help but love him #cm punk #triple h #kevin nash #paul heyman #vince mcmahon #teddy long #john cena #john laurinaitis #kane #undertaker

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You've Got Desire, So Let It Out: Chapter 10

You love your job. Being a teacher is what you've always wanted to do. But being in charge all day can be draining. You are looking for someone to take that control away for a while. When Robin and Steve set you up with Eddie, an old friend from high school, sparks fly! One day you ask Eddie to come volunteer in your classroom and he's more than happy to oblige. But what happens when the inevitable discipline issue arises and you have to use your teacher voice in front of him for the first time? Let's just say Eddie enjoys it a bit too much.

☆Tags: 21+ MDNI, switch Eddie Munson, switch reader, BDSM, kinky sex, choking, dirty talk, dom/sub, impact play, bratting, degradation, praise, humiliation, restraints, mean dom Eddie, overstimulation, orgasm control, spanking, step on me princess

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You did it. All the struggles, testing, endless stream of meetings, and observations were over. This, let’s say challenging, school year had almost come to an end. It was the student’s last day. Tomorrow you would be spending the day packing up your classroom once again deciding that shoving that unorganized bin of loose puzzle pieces, a trading card, and 2 Lego bricks into the closet was future you’s problem. All present you wanted to concern yourself with was going home to see Eddie.

The last day of school was such an enlightening time. Once last chance to engage with the students you’ve spent so much time with before they head on to the next grade. No ridgid schedule, very few rules, and lots of laughter. They helped you move all the desks against the walls and had a dance party in the usually blocked center of the room. It’s supposed to be all sad goodbyes and happy memories, not discipline and stress.

You could hear the commotion from the hallway as you headed to pick up the students from the library.

The librarian, Mr. Anderson’s voice boomed through the open door, “Jackson I’ve heard enough. As soon as your teacher gets here you’re going straight to the principal’s office.” You rounded the corner into the room and saw not only him but also both members of the behavior team.

“What happened?” your voice was level as you let your colleague explain the situation. You nodded a few times and shook your head with a heavy sigh, “Ok thank you.”

You took the rest of the class back to the room and ended your day as best you could. It wasn’t exactly fun to deliver bad news to a parent on the last day of the school year, but here you were.

Even the lousy end to your day, it was over! You were finally on your way back home to Eddie. As you pulled your car up to the trailer you allowed yourself to cheer up thinking about how much Eddie had done to make this feel like your home and not just his that you moved into.

Eddie had cleared some of the overgrown bushes and made you a spot to park your car everyday instead of just pulling up behind his van. The two of you had built a fenced in outdoor area for Ozzy to play. You chuckled to yourself that all the scene was missing was two vintage rocking chairs where you and Eddie would sit on the porch and yell at the kids to stay off the lawn.

“Honey I’m home,” you giggled as you walked in, “And after tomorrow I’m not going anywhere for at least a week! I want to sleep for like 48 hours!”

He was in the bedroom when you walked in, “That’s a funny joke sweetheart, you couldn’t sleep that long if you tried. You’d get restless 19 hours in.” He’d come to greet you with a hug and kiss, “Me on the other hand? I can sleep through anything, I’m a damn champion! I’ll do all that sleeping for you.”

You scoffed at his ridiculousness, “My hero.”

He immediately picked up on the subtle exhaustion in your voice, “Everything alright? You seem less excited than I thought you’d be.”

“The kids were,” you sighed into his shoulder, letting him rub your back, “Energetic and really loud today, but everything was going fine until the end of the day. I dropped them off at the library and then when I went to pick them up the whole behavior team was in there talking to Jackson again.”

“Oh no, what happened now?”

You let out a deeper sigh, “He has to have a parent meeting with me and the administration tomorrow or he won’t be able to come back next year because he threatened to shoot up another student’s house.”

“Seriously? Man that poor kid, he must have a rough home life if he’s acting out like this. Take it from someone who had a rough time growing up,” he laughed trying to lighten the mood.

“I understand that but you can’t go around telling everyone who disagrees with you that you’ll go to their house and shoot them, even if it is just a BB gun,” you pulled away from him, inhaling a deep breath which you let out with a refreshing shake of the head, “It’s fine. I’ll go handle that meeting tomorrow, pack up my room, and then I’m all yours for the next eight weeks!”

His fingers pulled at the fabric of your shirt bringing you back to him, “I hope I’ll have you longer than that sweetheart.”

“Forever Eddie,” you played with your collar as you nuzzled into his shoulder, “I want to be on top tonight Eddie.”

Your eyes were focusing on what you could see of his chest and missed the puzzled look on his face, “Are you sure pretty girl? You’ve been asking more and more, which let’s be clear I’m not complaining about but,” he lifted your chin, “I just want you to know I still love seeing my desperate little slut on her knees begging for my big-” he nipped at your ear, “Thick,” and again, “Cock.”

You crinkled your nose up at him, “Stop being dramatic Eddie, you had me handcuffed on my knees begging just a few days ago.” You stood up straight and tall to give him a kiss on the cheek, “Besides, I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh really? I do love surprises princess.”

As the afternoon turned into evening your nerves took over. You knew there was nothing to worry about, that Eddie would love what you had planned for him tonight because it was something you’d discussed with him prior to now. No, what had you worried was his reaction to your surprise.

Following dinner you started the scene, which you had gotten much better at over the past few months. No wavering or uncertainty to be found here.

“Go wait for me in the bedroom Eddie,” his lips felt dry as you kissed him so you gave them a playful lick, “Make sure your clothes are folded neatly and I only want your boxers left on. Just nod if you understand.” He kissed you back and nodded his head before slipping off to complete his task.

Alone in the kitchen you went to your school bag that you’d discarded earlier and pulled out a small box about the size of your palm. It was dark green velvet with a lid that clasped down firmly, keeping the contents secure and safe. You opened it and looked over what was inside. Steeling yourself, refusing to let your resolve crumble, you headed into the bedroom.

The small table lamp on the nightstand provided the only light in the room. Eddie knelt just to the left of the bed, a small pile of neatly folded clothing sat beside him. You approached him slowly and stopped just a few inches from him, reaching out to tangle your fingers in his hair, “That’s my good boy. Are you ready for your surprise?”

He nodded with a big bright smile, “Yes princess.” He even bounced on his heels a little, like an excited puppy about to get a treat.

Your fingers held the box so tightly you feared they might actually crush it, “So Eddie, I was thinking,” now that you actually had to explain yourself it was getting harder and his excited stare wasn’t helping, What if he doesn’t like it? Damn it, I should have discussed this with him first . You looked down when you felt his hand massaging up and down your calf slowly.

“What were you thinking about princess? Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

His words melted your heart and you fell to your knees with him, “I was thinking that you’re…missing something. Something to remind you that you’re all mine. You are all mine aren’t you?”

“All yours princess, my heart, my body, and soul,” he grabbed your hands, the box still clutched between them, “Forever.”

You swallowed and pulled your hands back, “I wasn’t sure what kind would suit you best.” You fiddled with the box more, “I wanted it to match mine but since I don’t play, that didn’t really make a lot of sense. Still I wanted–”

“Princess,” he looked at you with such vulnerability, his eyes flashed to the box and back to you, “D-did you, is that what I think it is?”

Your lips pressed together as you opened the box and revealed to him a metal guitar pick shaped pendant coated with black enamel. Silver showing along the edges with a matching chain. Engraved into the metal was the small body outline of a warlock NJ series, just like the one that hung on the wall behind where you both sat.

At first he was quiet. Only able to stare at the offering in your hand. Finally he managed to speak but all he could seem to get out was your name, “This– this is,” his words caught again in his throat, “It’s perfect.”

Your expression lit up, “Do you really like it Eddie?” you pulled it carefully from its box and held it out for him to hold but he stopped you.

“Will you–umm, will you put it on me first?”

Your hand rubbed his barely covered thigh while keeping the chain securely in the other, “Eddie? Will you do me the great honor of being my submissive?”

There was a glassy look in his eyes. His lips were parted and for a moment he couldn’t speak. He just looked like he was using all his will power not to cry, then all of a sudden he chuckled, “Yes sweetheart, god, yes! Nothing would make me happier than to wear your collar.”

With his words you felt lighter, like you couldn’t get the chain latched around his neck fast enough. You pressed up on your knees and put your chest right in front of his face as you reached around his shoulders to put his new collar on. Leaning back, you shamelessly admire where the dark black sat against his pale skin. Aligning with the ink of his tattoos, his body looked like a work of art. His form was absolute perfection. He was sitting up straight, hands resting comfortably on the tops of his thighs, eyes flooded with desire.

“There,” you reached out and ran your fingers along his hair, “You look so good Eddie. Touch it, tell me what you think and then we can get started.”

He thumbed over the charm with such care that you wondered if he was worried it might shatter at any moment. He was still looking down at it when he spoke, “I love it princess. It’s something I never could have even imagined, you’ve given me so much and I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You can thank me by being a good boy for me tonight,” he didn’t want to take his eyes off the collar so you tilted his chin up to help him, “I want to try that fantasy we discussed a few weeks ago. Tell me your safewords.”

“Mordor, and if I can’t speak,” he modeled the same nonverbal safewords he instructed you to use, three firm pats to the arm or leg and middle fingers raised if his hands are bound.

“Good boy. Now get on the bed for me and lay on your back.”

He stole a kiss on your cheek as he moved to follow your order, to which you gave a firm reminder to his ass, “Now I know you didn’t just break a rule within a minute of telling me you’d be my good boy, hm?”

He grinned up at you from where he was now laying, “I’m sorry princess. You’re just so kissable I couldn’t resist.”

You huffed out a breath through your nose, “I’ll let this one slide but consider that your one freebie. Next time you touch me without permission I’ll make sure that ass of yours is so tender and sore that you can’t sit for your hellfire session tomorrow night. You wouldn’t want to have to explain to the boys why their dear dungeon master is standing the whole night would you?”

He went as red as you’d ever seen him before, a slight hint of panic in his voice as he answered you, “No! No princess, I’ll be good I promise.”

“We’ll see,” you strip yourself of all your clothing except the skirt you’d been wearing and discard almost everything to the floor. One of your legs swings over his waist, flipping the skirt up, giving him the briefest glimpses of your bare pussy. You seat yourself down on his crotch and let out a pleased moan as you feel him hardening beneath you, a flimsy layer of cotton the only thing preventing him from slipping right inside.

“The kids were so loud today I just need silence right now. I want your cock buried deep inside me and some goddamn peace and quiet,” you lean over him and let your breasts graze his chest. The red guitar pick around your neck landing right beside his black. “But first,” you swing your legs up higher and bring them around to either side of his neck, “Get my pussy nice and wet Eddie. You may touch me with your mouth, but if I feel those hands on me I’ll stop, is that clear?” He nodded, “Do you want them restrained or can you be a good boy without the cuffs?”

His breath was hot against your skin, you were already so close to his lips, “I can be good for you princess. I’ll only touch you with my tongue.”

You didn’t afford him a response. Instead you simply moved forward just enough for him to get to work. You threw your head back, encouraging him with your noises as he ate your pussy like it was his last meal. He licked every surface he could reach, sucking on your clit, and flicking it with his tongue. At first he was doing a really good job staying quiet as instructed but as he got more worked up from tasting you, you felt the vibrations of his moans and whimpers. You pressed your hips down into his face.

“I said be quiet, anymore noises out of you and I’ll have to shut you up. Is your cock nice and hard for me?” You pull back letting him answer.

“So fucking hard princess, use it to make yourself feel good,” he added a quick please at the end when he looked up to see your face.

“Oh I plan on it,” you pulled away from him and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. “Put this on,” you tossed it onto his stomach, “Can’t have you making a mess everywhere.”

“Yes princess,” he hurried to release his length and roll the condom on.

“Good boy,” once he was done, you lowered yourself onto him and savored every sweet inch as it filled you. Satisfying that ache you’d been feeling all night, that emptiness that only he could fulfill. Your enjoyment of feeling full is interrupted by his whines.

“Please move princess, I want to feel you moving around me,” you could see how much energy he was putting into trying not to touch you. His fingers were clawing into the blanket, knuckles white as snow. The muscles that ran up and down his forearm pulsing beneath the skin, begging to lift up and make contact with your body.

Still. He wasn’t being quiet like you asked, “Bad boys who can’t stay quiet don’t get rewards. You’ll just have to wait a little longer I guess.”

You could feel him twitch inside you as he whined in protest. His eyes pressed closed. You could feel his legs already writhing with want under you. Even thought he knew you wanted peace and quiet, he didn't stop moaning and whining, “You really can’t seem to be quiet can you? Here, maybe this will help.” You reach over and pick up the red panties you’ve been wearing all day and stuff them in his mouth. Leaning in to kiss his cheek, “There, nice and full. No more noises will be coming out of you will they?”

He shakes his head and you can’t help but grin when he tries to say no princess but it comes out more like -o -rinshess

You get back on his cock and grind down, “Good boy. Since I know you can still talk, tell me what your color is.”

“-reen -rinshess,” he looks up at you with the red lace sticking out of his mouth, keeping his lips from touching.

“If you need me to take them out, use your safewords. Otherwise just be a good little toy and let me take what I need.”

As fun as it was to watch him wiggle and whine around the underwear stuffed in his mouth, being full of his cock wasn’t enough anymore. You started moving up and down, riding him until your own noises could no longer be contained. He tried to talk again through the fabric moaning something about how he was getting close and wanted to come.

Your voice was breathy from riding him, “You’ve been so good since I stuffed that cute mouth of yours. I think you’ve earned it. Go ahead, you can come, but just know that I won’t stop until I’ve come.”

An utterly indecent moan left his mouth. You couldn’t help but grin, “Aww, you didn’t like that did you? Bet you wish you could just thrust up into me and make me come don’t you,” you pulled the panties from his mouth, “Well, answer me.”

“Yes!” He sounded so desperate, “Please princess,” he begged louder, “Let me make you feel good! God, I want to fuck you so badly.”

Replacing the panties to their new home you whispered in his ear, absolutely shattering his control, “Go ahead Eddie, fuck me.”

All at once he was thrusting hard up into your cunt, his hands holding your hips, bucking into you with such fervent need. It didn’t take long for him to find that sweet spot inside you and completely abuse it. Pounding into it over and over again until your climax washed over you. You felt yourself gushing out around him, praising him and begging for more.

“C-can I come now princess? Please I was so good,” he was begging you again and you didn’t dare deny him a second time, clinging to him for dear life you felt his thrusts tighten before finally releasing into the confines of the condom.

For a moment you just collapsed on top of him. Savoring the feeling of your skin against his. After a moment, you reached over and without a word pulled the wet panties from his mouth once again, then tossed them to the floor. You kissed along his jaw, rubbing and massaging any parts that might feel sore from having been open for so long.

“You did so good Eddie, how do you feel?”

His fucked out eyes had a starry haze to them, “S’ good princess, felt so good.” Hearing his limited vocabulary you asked a question you were suddenly very interested to know the answer to, “Eddie? Do you think you went into subspace? Is my sweet boy feeling all floaty right now?”

He just smiled up at you and nodded, but also shrugged his shoulders. He made a cute humming noise and pulled you down into his chest, hugging you, “Wanna hold you.”

Nuzzling in closer you whispered, “You can hold me all night if you need to Eddie. I love feeling your arms wrapped around me. Feels safe.” You fell asleep surrounded by him.

Thank goodness for your normal sleeping patterns being reliable because you definitely fell asleep and forgot to set an alarm. Normally being a little late on the last day of school wouldn’t be a big deal but you had that meeting with administration about Jackson’s behavior. So when your eyes blinked open and realized that you overslept, you started panicking!

“Shit! Eddie get up, I’m going to be late!” your quick movements startled him, his eyes shot open.

“Late for what? Aren’t you on summer break?” He rubbed his eyes watching you dart about the room at record speeds.

“Not yet!”

Eddie didn’t even make it out of the bed before you were screaming, “Bye I love you, I’ll see you later this afternoon!”

He heard the front door slam shut, then silence.

Eddie fell back asleep after you left. He woke to a text message from Gareth reminding him that they agreed to meet for a quick practice session before hellfire tonight. He typed a quick yeah yeah I remember mom message before stretching out his back and rolling from the bed.

As his feet hit the floor there was an unfamiliar texture very different from his carpet. Your tights. He picked them up with a smile that quickly turned to blush because right beside them sat your wadded up red underwear, somehow still holding the rounded shape they had taken when wedged in his mouth last night.

He snatched those up too and tossed them in the beige hamper you had brought over from your apartment. He looked around the room as he got up and grabbed some fresh clothes from the closet. His clothes had never been more organized. Bright colorful business casual blouses and skirts mingled with his black and gray band t-shirts. A bottle of sweet smelling lotion sat on the end table beside his ashtray, lighter, and almost empty pack of smokes.

Once dressed he made his way into the bathroom where you had finally filled the last of the free space in the drawers with some hand soaps you found on sale with Robin last weekend. The new plush bathroom rug felt like heaven under his feet. Your fuzzy bathrobe hung on the back of the door off of a hook that you had stuck there. He chuckled to himself remembering how cute you looked when you insisted that it needed to stay in the bathroom.

Finally he found himself in the kitchen where his old crappy coffee pot had been replaced by the newer one your friends from the city had bought you as a going away present when you moved here. He cursed as he spilled some of the grounds on the counter but quickly wiped them up with the cute sunflower covered tea towel that now hung off his stove.

His first sip of coffee was accompanied by an audibly pleasant hum. He thought to himself, yeah. I could get used to this.

—

Eddie loved when your face would light up coming in the house after a long day but he loved when you were on breaks even more because that meant morning sex, lazy afternoons, and you being able to go to every single one of his shows. Which, unfortunately, had not been as often recently as either of you hoped .

Last summer they had show after show lined up but this summer they had barely been able to secure the gigs they did. One late night in the middle of July, Eddie was feeling really down about it. You tried to reassure him as you both trudged through the door, having just driven three hours non stop there and another three back just to do one show, then turn around and come home. His band mates had also tried to lift his spirits but nothing seemed to be working, Gareth waved to you with a sad smile as they left and whispered to call him if you needed anything. After they left, you joined Eddie again in the kitchen.

“Hey honeybun,” you look at his disheartened expression. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

He had been really quiet the last hour or so of the drive and was now refusing to look at you. Instead choosing to turn away, lean against the kitchen counter and stare into the empty sink.

Coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist you felt him ease a bit into your touch. Finally after a moment he spoke but his voice sounded so small and far away, “You could do better ya know.”

The air felt heavy in the darkness of the kitchen where you hadn’t even bothered to turn the lights on yet. You felt your breath constrict, a simple inhale became a labor, “Eddie what are you saying?”

“You heard me,” his fists tightened around the edge of the countertop. “I said you could do so much better than, well— me.”

His words were sending you into a spiral of conflicting confusion. Where was this coming from? Is he unhappy? Does he not want to be with me anymore?

“Eddie,” you pulled him by the hips and forced him to turn to look at you, “I love you no matter what.”

“You deserve so much better though!” He yells but hugs his head tightly into the curve of your neck, “I finally thought we were getting somewhere but now it just feels like we’re back at square one playing the Tuesday crowd at shitty hole in the wall bars! I should just stop chasing some stupid dream and get a real fucking job!”

You interrupted him, “I love you either way Eddie! Whether you’re famous or not, please don’t give up!”

“But-“ he starts to refute your statement but you aren’t having it.

“But nothing Eddie! I love you. Period. End of sentence,” you lifted his chin to kiss his cheek, surprised to find it damp. “I’ll be by your side as long as you still want me here. Every band goes through tough times. Even if it’s just weekly shows at The Hideout on Tuesday nights— please, please don’t stop!” You kissed him again, “You can’t possibly imagine the joy I feel when I watch you performing. Every time I see you up there on stage, my heart gets so full of love it feels like it might burst!”

He kept his face firmly in its place between your neck and shoulder, “You go to work everyday though and work your ass off and then during all your down time you’re always helping me!” You let out a strained breath as he lifts you from the floor, arms gripping around you with such force, “I wish I could just spoil you rotten sweetheart but I can’t! And it pisses me off. I feel like such a loser sometimes.” He set you back down, “You deserve someone who’s smart and sensible, not a lazy wannabe rockstar.”

Time to change tactics. He was clearly not hearing you when you insisted that you didn’t need anything besides him. Whether you’re living in a mansion or in your cozy trailer. Enjoying fine dining and gifts of jewelry or frozen dinners and the gift of a very welcome back rub after a long day. You wanted him! You squished your hand up between where he had your bodies pressed together. Seeking out the black enamel from his collar. You clutched it in your fist, a few stray pieces of his hair along with it. You were putting pressure on the chain as you pulled so you knew he felt you grabbing it.

“Eddie,” your firm domme voice came out and he straightened up slightly. You repeated his name, looking in his eyes, “Eddie, what’s in my hand?”

“My collar,” you could hear the resignation in his voice, like he already knew where you were going with this.

“Damn right and what does this collar mean?”

“It means I’m yours-”

“That’s right!” you shifted the hand that was still wedged between you and clutched onto the red of your own collar, “Now what’s in my hand?”

He lifted his head as much as your grip on the chain would allow, just enough to look up into your eyes, “You collar.” His big brown eyes searched yours for your next words answering the question he knew you’d ask, “Which means your mine.”

“Good,” you pulled back and released your respective chains back to their homes around your necks, “Now that that’s cleared up, you need to eat something. You drove straight back without stopping and all you had before your performance was a bag of Cheetos.” The domme voice was back, “This is not up for debate Eddie. We are going to eat something, shower, and get some sleep. Tomorrow we’ll rest and then you’re going to finish that song you were working on, is that clear?”

He wiped the mist from his eyes and hugged you again, “Yes princess”

–

Maybe it was at that moment that he knew. Maybe it was the night you didn’t walk out on him for divulging his sexual fantasies. Maybe it was the day he asked you to move in with him. Maybe it was everyday for the past two years. But whenever it was that he unofficially decided that he wanted this, today it was going to get very real.

Robin was distracting you with a shopping trip just days before you and Eddie’s second anniversary. Steve and Dustin had just pulled up outside the trailer.

“Can you drive Steve? I’m a nervous fucking wreck and I think I might crash.”

He laughed, “Sure man, you know nothing is actually happening today right?”

Eddie’s fist shoved in the pocket of his denim vest and tightened around the thick envelope, “Everything is happening today! I’d ask if you’ve ever spent this much money at once but, no offense man, I already know the answer.”

“None taken,” Steve pulled out onto the road and headed towards Starcourt Mall. The conversation kept Eddie distracted but his heart was pounding the whole time. By the time they actually arrived at their destination he actually thought for a second he might chicken out.

Dustin shut his door with a loud slam and yelled, “Get out of the car Eddie!”

He waved him off, “Give me a minute nerd.”

“You know there’s no possible way she’s going to say no right?” Steve leaned against the open door frame of his BMW, “You could probably propose with a bread tie and she’d say yes.”

Eddie scoffed and pushed his way out of the car finally, “She started making homemade bread so we don’t even have any. Come on, before I freak myself out so bad I can’t actually do what I came here to do.”

The jewelry store wasn’t busy which was honestly Eddie’s worst nightmare, now he’d have pushy salesmen refusing to let him just look without feeling pressured. Even with his support system here he was still finding it difficult to believe that he, Eddie Munson, was shopping for an engagement ring.

Marriage was never Eddie Munson’s end game. He always pictured himself living the rockstar lifestyle with a different girl every few months or so. Maybe the occasional long term submissive here and there but nothing permanent. Not because he didn’t want it to last longer, moreso because he never thought he’d connect with someone like he connected with you. You brought out the best in him. You made him believe in himself, you encouraged him, you loved him with every fiber of your big, beautiful, caring heart. He’d never feel this way about anyone else again, so why not make it official in every possible way.

His mind rattled with the overwhelming options. He knew what kind jewelry you wore from the necklaces and such that sat in a little ceramic dish with a bird on it in the bathroom. Still, there were so many different styles. Simple bands with a single stone. Giant rocks whose price tags had Eddie’s eyes popping out of his skull. Delicate looking ones with subtle details. Steve and Dustin tried to offer suggestions, guiding him to a choice. He couldn’t help but think that Robin was the one he should have brought along but he was worried that would be too obvious and he wanted this to be a surprise.

Thank goodness for commercialism because the first two stores they tried didn’t have anything Eddie was happy with. They tried the third and final jeweler in the mall and then they knew they’d have to resign themselves to trying again another day which meant fabricating another plan to keep you busy for a few hours.

Luckily though, third time’s the charm. After only a quick lap around the store, Eddie had made a decision. This ring had a band that looked like it was entangled in leafy vines. It immediately reminded him of your druid character in D&D, the diamond in the middle was actually four smaller stones disguised as one larger one. It was perfect.

“I’d like this ring please,” he alerted the very nice, not at all pushy, sales lady.

“Certainly sir,” she pulled it from the case for him to get a closer look at, “What size did you need?”

He obviously couldn’t ask you your ring size so one night he put his own rings on your fingers to compare them. You both laughed at how they slid right off. He tugged the skull from his middle finger and held it out for the clerk, “Um, like 1 or 2 sizes smaller than whatever this is.”

She laughed and pulled out a cylindrical tool with various markings on it that was covered in felt. After placing his ring on it and determining what size she’d recommend, she started typing on the computer, “That ring right there should be pretty close to the right size but we can resize it if needed.” She typed a few more things and then smiled, “How will you be paying today sir?”

After handing over the wad of various quantities of cash he’d been periodically stuffing into a hidden envelope, the lady handed him the small box. He let out a big sigh, accompanied by a nervous laugh, “Now all I have to do is ask her.”

—

Eddie purposely booked a show on your anniversary. He told you he wanted to give you a break. “Just be my biggest fan tonight sweetheart,” he said, “Enjoy yourself, have a drink, talk with our friends, and I’ll see you on stage.”

Dustin was working the merch table, selling burned CDs and t-shirts. Steve and Robin drove you up to the bar they were playing at, the very same one you’d visited on a whim shortly after moving to Hawkins. The same one where you first ran into Eddie at the bar. Immediately becoming enamored with his voice and eyes.

You were casually talking with Steve and Robin about what you were planning at work next week when the lights dimmed. The crowd clapped as the band entered the stage. Everyone taking their respective positions, with Eddie up front, a mic stand facing him.

You watched him greet the crowd as usual but there was a crease in your brow that you couldn’t quite find the source of right away. Something was off. You’d watched Eddie perform so many times that you had his mannerisms practically memorized. The way he always had his guitar on his back when he came out or the way he would always lean against the mic towards the crowd as he started the show, rocking back and forth on his heels. When he jumped right into the first song in their set and forgot to even once mention their name, you knew something was wrong. Eddie was nervous.

If Eddie relaxed at all during the show it was just for a brief moment probably in the middle somewhere. For just a moment he lost his mind to the music, forgetting the source of his nerves as his body went into a state of autopilot. You knew this was their last song and raised your hands to clap but that final note never ended. It just kept going. It lingered on the strings of Eddie’s beloved guitar, it lingered on the symbols of Gareth's drum set. Then it changed. The music of their song melted into a tune very familiar to you. It was the song you first watched Eddie perform. Your smile widened.

Instead of singing though, Eddie spoke, “Thank you everyone for your support, I want to dedicate this last cover to my wonderful girlfriend. Sweetheart,” he looked at you through the crowd, “Will you come up here please?”

Your heartbeat quickened and matched the beat Gareth was still tapping away at. This wasn’t the first time Eddie pulled you on stage after a show but nothing about this performance has been normal, something felt different this time. You grabbed his hand as he helped you up over the cords and wires. Grant and Jeff started playing again, that song’s melody playing behind Eddie’s words.

He turned to face you and quietly whispered your name, “Since the moment I laid eyes on you I’ve loved you. I’ve got it so bad sometimes my heart feels like it’s going to explode!”

Your body trembled. If high magnitude earthquakes were commonplace in Indiana, you’d be positive one was happening right this very minute. Sparks bursted from your chest and sent tingles to every inch of your skin. Your mouth was agape before it even started to happen.

Eddie’s head lowered, swinging his guitar behind him. Then his shoulders shifted. His knee bent–

“YES!”

You couldn’t stop the word from flying out from your mouth. He looked up at you and you watched the laughter spread from his own lips to that of every person in the audience at your eagerness.

Your cheeks blushed, but there was no hiding the excitement from your rushed voice, “Oh- ‘m sorry! I’m sorry, go, go!” You snapped your mouth shut with your knuckles, a futile attempt to hide your growing smile.

He cleared his throat and retrieved a small box from his pocket, “As I was saying,” quiet chuckles could be heard from the audience, “You’ve enchanted me mind, body, and soul and I want to bind myself to you in every way humanly possible. Sweetheart, will you marry me?”

“YES!” You screamed again and fell into his awaiting arms as he met your fall with his rise. He took your left hand in his and slid the metal around your extended finger. As soon as it was snugly in place you examined it closer. As beautiful and perfect as it was, the shimmery rock glistening in the stage lights paled in comparison to Eddie’s soft doe eyes.

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The fall trees were ablaze with bright shades of red and orange. The water on the surface of the lake was still, until one of the embers fell, landing softly on its surface causing ripples to spread out in every direction. The afternoon sun was beginning its descent to the west. Your heart knew that the months of preparations were about to come to a head in just minutes.

It was an intimate gathering of close friends and family followed by a reception at Steve’s place. After which Eddie told you he planned to whisk you away somewhere special.

Robin and Steve took their places. Mirroring where Dustin and Gareth stood beside a very anxious Eddie. All of them are waiting for your arrival just at the edge of the lake.

You pressed down on the lacy fabric of your dress and clung tightly to the bouquet of flowers in your hand. From your hiding place just beyond the treeline you could see Eddie calling to Ozzy where he trotted down the aisle with your wedding bands fixed to his collar. The cat stopped as Eddie knelt down to retrieve them before jumping up into Robin’s arms. The music being provided so expertly by Grant and Jeff changed.

You let out a deep breath and stepped out towards the aisle. All your cares and worries melted away when you saw Eddie’s expression. Everything happened so fast in a beautiful whirlwind of I do , dancing, and smashing cake in Eddie’s face on the patio of Steve’s backyard.

The stars were out as you said your goodbyes and traveled down the road in Eddie’s van. He wouldn’t tell you where he was taking you but after a while you didn’t have to wonder anymore. He pulled up to a rustic looking stone lodge that reminded you of a castle.

“Steve’s family vacation home,” he clarified. “He said we could have it for the weekend.”

Eddie grabbed the bags you’d packed and led you inside.

It was more like a hotel than a vacation home. There was a note in Steve’s handwriting on the granite kitchen counter, check the fridge . Inside you found a bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries.

For a moment you and Eddie basked in the glow of one another, sipping the bubbly liquid and enjoying the treat left by your friend, but once you noticed that look in his eyes you knew.

He set the glass down and scooped you up, making sure to grab the length of your skirt along with you as he carried you to the bedroom.

Once that door closed you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Sloppy kisses and desperate moans filled the room. He spoke around the kisses, “So Mrs. Munson, would you like to get on your knees– or should I?”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fanfic #stranger things smut #18+ content #mean dom Eddie munson #dom eddie munson #sub eddie munson #dom reader #sub reader #dom/sub fanfic

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what would be the perfect ending for sasuke in your opinion?

there are so many things i want him to do genuinely. i like the idea of a naruto post-canon where everything that happens is followed up by the villages taking a stand together against the daimyos and i feel like he would be integral to that as a sort of reverse-pain figure who travels across the land and hears people’s grievances and connects to them through his own trauma that he has extensively suffered at the hands of state violence, but instead of using that collective trauma against unassuming people they use it to strip the daimyos of power by force lmao. like the problem with post-canon is it imposes all of these arbitrary spy duties on him and on him alone rather than recognizes the natural prerogative for everyone after the war is to connect with the other villages on a grand scale and form a coalition to fight back against their economic exploitation. so sasuke is one part of it in that he can recognize and empathize with people who have felt as abandoned and brutalized by the state as he has but there are also other parts like sakura traveling across the land to canvas the physical and mental health impacts of the system, hinata taking strides to destroy the class stratification that defines so much of internal clan hierarchy that is subsequently exploited for power grab purposes by multiple villages, etc. sasuke has to work with other people for there to be any change and portraying him as the lone wolf who comes back on occasion to address the quirky bad guy of the year is not conducive to any of that. put him in a library with some of the girls to learn political and economic theory they can put to use yknow?

other things that are always on my mind: (1) i personally believe there is so much more value in sasuke and sakura adopting than trying to continue the uchiha bloodline or whatever. like first of all their travels to address traumatized populations across the land would totally bring them into contact with orphans they could take under their wing but i also think it would be narratively significant for sasuke to realize he doesn’t have to carry on some legacy or burden himself with being the cornerstone of the family. that’s something that gets me about tsunade too like she’s the only living senju as far as we know but despite the clan’s noble reputation it doesn’t mean much that she’s not bearing children. her legacy is carried on through people like naruto and sakura and that’s what’s impt. and there is also a eugenics element to address imo wherein it’s very clear clans like the hyuugas and uchihas inbred and generally focused on maintaining superior bloodlines for purposes of producing super prodigies but it’s like.. why is that impt in a post-canon landscape? the truth is it isn’t. there is nothing the world would lose without an uchiha by blood bc their transcending quality is love and love is never strictly defined by blood. so. i think he and sakura should adopt ❤️

(2) one of the funniest (derogatory) things about post canon to me is making sakura into the housewife when everything about who she and sasuke are as characters points to the opposite imo.. like she’s a workaholic medical professional and i seriously doubt she is keeping a clean house so long as she lives alone. meanwhile sasuke has been ruled by discipline all of his life and grown up watching a brother who takes part in every aspect of domestic life to the point it formed sasuke’s only solace in a world of strict expectations he had to meet. but even beyond that sasuke needs busy work after everything he’s been through yknow like he’s not in any place to help himself when all he can do is stew. i like the idea of him coming home from trips and busying himself in the basic chores sakura (or even naruto) neglects to do bc her work schedule is not exactly conducive to a consistent home life. let him make the dinners and pick the weeds and go out to help villagers in the flea markets and farms while she plays hospital hero. let productivity displace the horrors in his head and make him feel like he’s working towards building something stable and strong. give the man a tomato farm

#naruto: series about ninja reliant on endless power scaling #me: yeah so forget about all of that #outbox

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fillyoursoulxx · 1 year

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louis beaumont || bio pt. 1

❂ Louis Isaiah Beaumont was born Dec 2nd, 21 years ago in Washington DC. It was early morning, 3:33am to be exact and he’s always held that as sort of a ‘lucky’ time/number for him.

❂ He was the third born to Damian and Miriam Beaumont and the only boy. They’d been trying and failing for a few years to have a child and longer for a boy. To his mother, he was her precious rainbow baby and to his father, he was his heir.

❂ Standards for Louis were…different. With 8 and 13 years between him and each of his siblings, he was close to them, but he wasn’t often treated as the kid he was. His father had him very regimented, starting early with piano, athletics and language lessons. His mother didn’t object, but at the same time, she tended to give in to him on a regular basis. So it was a lot of whiplash for him on what was ‘really’ expected.

❂ His solace was found in his Uncle Elijah. When their parents were too busy, which was often, Eli took charge of the kids and let them– be kids. Sure he had them doing some of the stuff his parents expected, but he wasn’t nearly as rigid and he helped put things into perspective as Louis grew up on ‘why’ his parents wanted him to be as well rounded as possible. In the end, he realized so much was out of love even if fear and ego were there at times too.

❂ But as a kid, uncle Eli was king for Louis. Louis was always going a mile a minute. Always jabbering on, always into something. If something was broken, you could expect it to be him. Spills. Destruction. Curiosity. You couldn’t leave him alone without him finding something to get into. Which conflicted with the type of ‘kid’ his father was trying to mold. His sisters tried to shield him a bit, but even as a toddler, he experienced a lot of ‘discipline’ due to his energy and lack of impulse control.

❂ At that age, he didn’t really notice. He kept going, never letting spankings, time outs or loss of privileges effect him, nearly oblivious to what was happening in those moments till he got older. He just– went back at it. It wasn’t until he hit school age that it really began to click, oh ok. I shouldn’t do these things. And yet, a lot he couldn’t help. At home or at school, he was a fucking tornado of energy.

❂ He had…alot. In this search to just keep him busy and out of trouble, Louis fucking struggled. He loved his family. His memories with Max and Dallas and Eli are some of his favorites. But it felt like a struggle with his parents. Nothing was ever good enough even when it was ‘good’. He felt the perpetual fuck up. Constantly trying and failing to ever truly get their approval on anything. It was to push him, to make him great. He knew that because he did have softer moments with them. His mother was there when he truly needed it, providing the kind of softness she knew how. And his father, while often absent, followed his games, kept his stories, and did show up when he could even if it often ended in a fight. But it was…stressful.

❂ But where he lacked impulse control, Louis made up in kindness. He always the first to volunteer to help, whether it involved the teacher or another student. He’d give away his lunch money to someone he thought needed it or sit with the kids that seemed alone, talking their heads off about the latest thing he saw on late night tv.

❂ He was the kind of kid you dreaded and loved all at once and if you ask him, he’ll tell you his childhood was a wonderful thing even with all of the bad feelings, the good are what he focuses on.

❂ While mainly stationed in DC, they moved around a bit when he was elementary age. He liked being the new kid, always getting a chance to make new friends and have new ‘expectations’ from those around him. Though it always got to the same point. School was a process for Louis, who multiple teachers recommended that he take some form of medication for his outbursts and inability to follow directions without being distracted or derailing the entire class. Packing his schedule seemed to help some. Those sports, languages, music. Anything and everything was tried to keep him from idling.

❂ It was a lot. The pressure. He didn’t have a proper outlet and he had his first real panic attack at 9. His father didn’t want him to be stigmatized. Medication wasn’t an option. So he did what he could. Though movies proved to help in his lower moments. Movies, tv, anime. All escapes that for two hours he didn’t have to think about anything else. He began writing his own stuff and that helped too.

ADOLESCENCE;

❂ As he hit his preteen years, Louis began to play sports more seriously. He was coordinated, good at most physical things only after a few tries even if he couldn’t always focus. Soccer was his first poison of choice and he was good.They settled back in DC a bit around the time he turned 15 and he joined a team but some of the other kids found him to be odd. There were always jokes made about how he spent more time talking about japanese cartoons, comics and superheroes than he did the sport or the usual topics. Small, he was picked at, but Louis? He never really noticed. He was the butt end of jokes, but always the first to laugh. He was confident, even then, that the things his ‘friends’ did were often in good fun and never to take advantage of him or be malicious. Even when his trips to the principal's office became more frequent and his detentions began to pile up, he insisted things were fine. He was loyal and they just had different ways of showing their friendship to him.

❂ It was during that time things really began to sour from him. His uncle Eli had been struggling without the families knowledge. He began embezzling to stay afloat and other unsavory things that got him in a shit ton of trouble. He went to jail and Louis started to spiral a bit. He kept it cool. For the most part. He had that standard to live up to, but at the same time? He was being to buck it. Also anxiety inducing. The stress helped his mother realize he needed help. Therapy. Meds. He started both without his father’s knowledge.

❂ He was sixteen when a new kid moved to town and his friends turned their attention to him. Louis thought they were looking to welcome him into the fold, he was a bit quiet, always reading, kinda awkward, but the more time they spent with him, the more Louis started to notice the shit way they were treating him. The jokes they had used on Louis, they were funny to him, but this kid? Not so much. It didn’t take long before he began to see their relationship with this kid and their relationship with him? They weren’t harmless and in one very explosive day, Louis not only stood up for the kid, but broke his best friend’s jaw.

❂ He was ousted from the soccer team. Fine. He needed new friends. Fine. He had one and that was fine with him. He took it all in stride. Stayed confident and though he had a nasty mark on his record, his parents were actually kinda proud he finally stood up for himself and someone else. In the end, his dad was able to make it go away, but still. It felt kinda good. But at the same time, increased the pressure from his father to pick the right friends and be that person he wanted him to be.

#louis::|| bio #(( long as fuck and still not done ))#(( will update or do another post with pt2 ))#louis::|| hc

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falling-pages · 3 years

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the Hosts as Dads

I'm late for Father's Day but WHOOPS! have some fluff

Tamaki:

Literally his greatest wish in life is to have a family, so he would be desperate for kids

As soon as you’re ready to have them, he’s ready

Worships you and your baby bump

To him, you are a goddess--you create life, you carry the most precious gifts in the world

He passes out the first time you go into labor

And is a bawling MESS when he holds his child for the first time

Cannot stop crying and cooing over the baby

Wants as many kids as you do, and then begs you to pop out another one

Maybe 5 or 6

Impulse buys EVERYTHING

Tamaki we’re only having one baby we don’t need three cribs

Tamaki we already have three toy boxes FULL--

Raising his sons to be little hosts and his daughters as little ladies

Spoils them ROTTEN with all the affection he never received as a child, but they’re all so sweet and not brats because he’s their dad

Refers to himself as ��père” or “papa” and you as “maman”

Teaches his babies French, of course

He has very strong European genes, so most of the kids end up looking more like him

IMAGINE THE TINY TAMAKI DOPPLEGANGERS TODDLING AROUND SPEAKING HALF-FRENCH HALF-JAPANESE

Honestly? Becomes a stay at home dad

Teaches his little ones to play piano

Kyoya:

Doesn’t have the first inkling of how to raise a child

Straight up when he finds out you’re pregnant his first words are, “Good, the Ootori Company will have an heir.”

Kyoya I stg--

Holds you in extremely high esteem as you carry your children

Not really the doting type, but he does make sure you have everything you could ever want

Very subtly checks on your comfort, if you’re in any pain, etc and tries to fix it

Chooses not to watch you go into labor. He doesn’t think it proper and he honestly believes he will be a hindrance

He stops breathing when he sees his child for the first time

A little baby girl with a full head of black hair

Of course he loves her, but he doesn’t know how to articulate it

All he knows is that he doesn’t want to be like his own father

But one day you were out of town overnight, and all the nannies had gone home so when the baby cried, Kyoya had to check on her

And when he held that baby and truly looked at her, looking at his future, holding his entire world in his arms, he fell apart

Sat in the rocking chair and CRIED as his baby went back to sleep

After that his favorite thing to do is have her nap on his chest while he reads a book

And just likes to look at and admire her

Second child is a son

Daughter is bossy and business minded; son is laid back

Both kids need glasses

Hikaru:

Okay we know this boy has no patience and very bad impulse control

So it comes as no surprise to anyone when he knocks up his college girlfriend

Is a surprisingly well-adjusted dad

His parents were never really around for his childhood, and even though he had Kaoru, his little baby boy doesn’t, so he’s as hands-on as possible

Proposes to his girlfriend on their child’s first birthday. All the pictures have the kid smashing cake in them

Every single host is dying at the opportunity to babysit

Hikaru is still as reckless as he was when he wasn’t a father

I mean, he has a little more common sense, but not much

Thank God for Kaoru

Imagining 19-year-old Hikaru sitting in his sophomore tech & software classes with his baby in one arm and writing notes with the other hand

Showing up to his first day at his internship with a diaper bag, computer bag and baby strapped to his chest

You and he wait a while before the next kid--get married, start your careers, settle down

Baby boy is the ring bearer

Your son is pushing six when you have another baby boy, then three years later you have a girl

The middle child is an absolute angel, while the oldest and youngest are devils

Hikaru likes to sing to the babies when they’re fussy. He’s horrible at it, but nothing calms them like their father’s voice

Crawls into bed with them to soothe them when they have nightmares

Imagine walking in on them one morning, toddler’s head curled on Hika’s chest, him sprawled out, both of them drooling buckets

Roughousing with his boys and his girl, playing football, wrestling, just being a goofball

Please. dad Hika with a baby strapped to his chest is sending me to the astral realm

Kaoru:

He would love to father his own kids, but I firmly believe he would adopt as well!

Have two of his own, and then adopt one or two

Would also be a really great stepdad, I think

Cracks Dad jokes as soon as he finds out you’re pregnant

Normally a sensitive soul, he becomes extremely protective

Holds your hand and kisses your forehead during labor

Has the biggest, brightest smile through his tears when he holds your son for the first time

Does most of his work at home

Also keeps the baby in a harness strapped to his chest

He loves carrying the diaper bag and will bite anyone who tries to take it from him

His kids are his biggest inspiration, so he decides to open a kids clothing line

Your babies are the models

Because of that, one of them pursues modeling as a career and Kaoru couldn’t be more proud

They all look like him, but they don’t look like Hikaru, which is weird and messes with your head

He’s the perfect Dad. He spoils them but is also very disciplined

Spends quiet Sunday afternoons sketching and cooking with them

Mitsukuni:

All his babies are tiny. Doesn’t matter how tall you are. Your children are tiny

They have his body type, too. Small, bird-like, narrow bones

But they still kick ass

He didn’t give them a chance to opt out of martial arts. They don’t have a choice--it’s the family business, and they will learn it

Unsurprisngly, they’re all very good at it

They train often with Uncle Chika and their cousins

He cheers and coaches them on at competitions

He’s offended when they don’t share his sweet tooth

I mean, they like candy. What child doesn’t? But you raised them to not be obsessive about it, which displeases him

Takashi:

Lord. Don’t get me started on him as a dad

He is a family man. It’s in his blood. That’s how he was raised and trained and taught

So he will pump eight or ten kids into you if you let him

Cries the first time he finds out you’re pregnant

Worships you like a desperate man kneeling at the temple of his god

Belly kisses. Forehead kisses. Really tender palm kisses. Kisses, kisses, kisses.

How else could he thank you for giving him the most special gift?

Even more protective than before

Scary dog privileges

Has to have a hand on you/the bump at all times

He’s so tall that he has to lean down a little to reach it, but he doesn’t mind

Prefers to hold both you and the baby, so he reclines on the couch and pulls you and the bump into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and encouraging you to rest against his chest. Let him carry the baby for a little while

Thinks you look ravishing in the maternity clothes

Stares daggers at anyone who tries to touch your bump, curling an arm around it and turning you away with a low growl

Goes slightly feral whenever you reach your due date

Each labor is difficult, but he lets you crush his hand. He’s pretty silent, but he wipes your forehead and grunts with you. Seeing you in pain makes him feel pain

When that precious little baby is delivered, he just stares at them without a word. He can’t believe that you and he made something so perfect and innocent and pure

His hands are so big. He can hold the baby in just one palm

Smiles the brightest when holding his child

He was raised with honor and chivalry and a moral code, so he raises his children the same way

Teaches both his sons and his daughters how to be kind, gentle, and nurturing while also teaching them self defense and other fighting moves

Diaper changing pro

Y’all have kids pretty close in succession, so while you’re at work he can be seen walking with a baby in a chest harness, one strapped to his back, one in a stroller and a toddler holding his hand

Sorts out and categorizes what heirlooms will go to each child

BIG emphasis on birthdays. He’s a man of tradition, and feels happiest when his children are honored.

all of your kids have his jawline and his height

#ouran high school host club #ohshc #tamaki x reader #ohshc x reader #kyoya x reader #hikaru x reader #kaoru x reader #mitsukuni x reader #takashi x reader #tamaki suoh x reader #honey x reader #mori x reader #tamaki suoh #kyoya ootori #hikaru hitachiin #hitachiin twins #kaoru hitachiin #mitsukuni haninozuka #takashi morinozuka

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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Imagine if Meng Shi begged and bargained and collected favors till she was able to send her A-Yao to education with the Lan Sect, perhaps even become a cultivator with them. Would he take that change? Would he become a rogue cultivator? Would the strict rules help curb his inner muderimpuls or enrage him or teach him to hide better?

A Good Fit - ao3

“The…Lan sect?” Meng Yao said doubtfully. “Are you sure?”

“I am sure,” his mother said, her mouth tight. She looked upset, the way she always did these days when he referenced, intentionally or otherwise, the original plan that she had had to send him to join his father, sect leader of Lanling Jin. She’d raised Meng Yao on a steady diet of stories of what his life would be like when his father finally took him back the way he’d promised her he would, stories that had filled his days and nights for years and years and years, and then just last year she’d suddenly stopped talking about it entirely. It was as if the person who’d told those stories had nothing to do with her.

Meng Yao didn’t know what had happened, but he assumed it must have been pretty bad.

“It'll be a good fit,” she added.

“Then I’ll go to the Lan sect,” he said, and pretended not see the way his mother relaxed a little, relieved that he wasn’t asking too many questions. “I’ve heard they are gentlemen there, righteous but gentle; it will be the best match for my personality, I’m sure.”

A lie, of course. ‘Gentlemen’ were just as likely to come to the brothel as brutes, and they were all the same once they had a cup of wine and a beauty in their arms – Meng Yao tried not to have any illusions.

“Can we afford it?” he asked instead, since that was something he was sure his mother would have thought of, would have expected him to ask. “Gusu is so far away…”

“I have obtained a letter from the local sect recommending you to their sect leader, Lan Qiren,” she said. “He’s the one that teaches the classes – the one that sent out the summons asking the subsidiary sects to look for individuals with raw talent to join his classes and offering them an extra seat for their sects for each nameless orphan they find that lives up to Lan sect standards. Only the Heavens know why he’s doing something like that…I assume they’re trying to expand.”

That seemed like the most reasonable explanation. Meng Yao nodded. “So I’ll be traveling with the local sect?”

“That’s right,” his mother said, and raised her chin a little. “At least this much, your mother was able to do for you.”

She’d begged and bargained and traded favors for it, then, Meng Yao thought, and yet taking him along was to their own benefit: if they were looking for inherited cultivation talent sufficient for the Lan sect, then the bastard son of another Great Sect leader would be a better bet than some random nobody. She’d probably humiliated herself for nothing.

“Will you come with me?” he asked, more concerned with that – it was too easy for women of ill repute to disappear into the depths of the city if they didn’t have someone to watch out for them.

Even someone as young as he was. He wished he was older.

“You can come back to visit me during the Spring Festival,” she said, which meant no. “I’ll be all right, A-Yao.”

Meng Yao wasn’t so sure.

Still, not having him around would at least remove a visible reminder of his mother’s age – she’d been kicked out of the better brothels because of him, because no one wanted a woman who was a mother. Leaving would at least do that for her.

“I’ll write,” he finally said. “I’ll write as often as they let me.”

“And I’ll write back,” she promised him, kissing his cheek. “I promise.”

With that, Meng Yao supposed he had to be satisfied.

The Lan sect was both exactly like what Meng Yao expected and absolutely nothing at all like anything he could have dreamt.

For the first, his cynicism was almost immediately confirmed: the boys raised there were snobby as anything, looking down at the rest of them as little better than barbarians, and many of the adults were the same way. It was clear that this whole business of recruiting talented nobodies was a project of the sect leader’s – the interim sect leader, no less, not even the real thing – and nobody else’s; they were only just barely going along with it. Adding to that the fact that there were dozens if not hundreds of rules, and Meng Yao could glumly foresee a future of having his lack of knowledge held over his head as a fault, even with his marvelous memory to act as his backing.

For the second…

Well, there was Lan Xichen, who was – as unbelievable as it seemed – to actually embody all those things that people said about gentlemen, all kindness and gentleness and fierce upright pride, except only for real. There was Lan Wangji, who was basically perfect in every way and kinder than he gave the impression he was, willing to help tutor anyone who asked if only they dared disturb his solitude long enough to do so. There was the boy Meng Yao shared a room with, Su She, who’d punched the boy from the Yunping cultivator clan in the mouth for calling Meng Yao a son of a whore and pretended it was because they weren’t allowed to talk about that sort of thing, when actually it’d been because he hadn’t wanted rumors to get around that might make Meng Yao’s life harder in the future.

There was Lan Qiren, who was strict and a little boring but fair, painfully fair, handing out punishments with an equitable hand no matter that it meant that he was punishing the locals as often if not more often. It’d been his idea to bring people like Meng Yao into the Lan sect, and defending the idea was the only time he truly seemed moved to passion. Now that they’d passed the initial examination and been judged to match Lan sect standards, Lan Qiren announced, as far as he was concerned, they were Lan sect just as if they were born there, as if they’d been children of his own.

And he even seemed to really believe it, too.

Today, Meng Yao’s head was still warm from when the stern Teacher Lan had put his hand there, gentle and approving, and his ears still burning from the murmured “Well done, Meng Yao, as expected.”

“I think I would kill someone for him,” Meng Yao said dreamily to Su She, who snorted.

“You’ve got such father issues,” he said disdainfully, as if he didn’t have entire family issues. That was just Su She’s way, though – he bitched and moaned and complained without end, and he’d probably kill someone for Meng Yao if Meng Yao so much as hinted it was something he’d want. They’d made friends for a reason. “You know the bit about the poor kids being his own children is a lie, right?”

“I know which sect’s leader is my father, thanks,” Meng Yao said, rolling his eyes. “I’m well aware it’s not Teacher Lan. Like he’d ever have kids of his own, anyway.”

“That’d require noticing when someone’s flirting with him,” Su She agreed, all solemn for just a moment, and then he dissolved into sniggering giggles. Meng Yao couldn’t blame him: it was, in fact, extremely funny when women (and sometimes men) tried to flirt with Teacher Lan, mostly because of the way that he very genuinely and completely missed that that was what was happening each and every time.

“Laugh all you like,” Meng Yao said peaceably. “You’d kill for him, too.”

“Probably,” Su She agreed. “But only because of you.”

That was fair enough. After getting the lay of the land, Meng Yao had arranged for them to ‘accidentally’ be overheard by Teacher Lan while talking about the misconduct of one of the teachers who was the most biased against guest disciples, one of the ones that had been harassing Su She in particular for over a year before Meng Yao had arrived, and despite Su She’s initial nervousness about the plan, it had all gone splendidly. Sure, they’d been punished to do five copies of a treatise on upright conduct because they’d breached Talking behind the backs of others is prohibited, but the teacher in question had been sentenced to two hundred strikes with the discipline rod for abusing his position and three months of enforced seclusion to contemplate his misbehavior, and then, Teacher Lan had said, his expression dark and threatening, they could discuss what role would be the best fit in the future.

The other teachers had taken notice and shaped up very quickly, after that.

Comparatively, those five copies made in the nice cool Library Pavilion instead of having to do chores on the hottest days of summer? Practically a pat on the back for bringing it to his attention.

Su She would never have dared to raise anything if it was just him, Meng Yao thought; he had a strange fear of authority figures that combined envy and misery in an explosive combination – he would have just suffered and suffered and suffered until he’d been pushed too far and then it would have all burst out at once. He wasn’t like Meng Yao, who was unwilling to keep to his “proper” place and was more than willing to use his greater-than-average share of brains to get what he wanted, no matter what rules he broke in the process. He was the sort of person who was willing to do whatever it took to obtain his desires – no matter what it took.

Well, maybe not no matter what. He wouldn’t want to disappoint Lan Qiren too much.

(Okay, so maybe Su She was right and he had some unresolved father issues. So what if he did? Whose business was it but his?)

It’d taken Meng Yao a while to fully adjust to the Cloud Recesses.

Some parts he’d figured out right away – the way they all flattered themselves as gentlemen even if they were actually little more than hypocrites (Teacher Lan and his personally taught nephews exempted, of course), which of course meant that Meng Yao’s ability to act pitiful at the drop of a hat and cleverly turn black into white made him a teacher’s pet at once. The vegetarian meals were easy enough to adapt to, given that his mother hadn’t had the money for meat all that often, and the training and cultivation and all that wasn’t any challenge for his excellent powers of retention – he had ambitions of becoming one of Teacher Lan’s aides one day, and worked assiduously towards that goal. Even waking and sleeping early, which was practically the opposite of his schedule at home, was something he could adjust to, given time and incentive.

It was his mentality that took some time to adjust.

Meng Yao had perhaps grown up with too many of his mother’s stories, painting an image of a matchless paradise – at the start, he looked at everything around him, serene and elegant but not quite as rich and shining and thought that it would do, for now. When he’d first arrived, he had had every intention of making a good reputation for himself and using that reputation to get his real father’s attention – he’d liked Teacher Lan from the beginning, despite his best attempts to not let his heart be swayed, but he’d reasoned that if a teacher was like this, then a blood-related father would be even better.

And so, for the first half-year, he’d treated his time at the Cloud Recesses…not lightly, no. He was extremely serious about making sure to get the maximum benefit he could. And yet, at the same time, he still was not really committing himself to the place.

This wasn’t where he was going to live his whole life, he reasoned; it was just a stepping stone to a better future. That meant he would exert himself to point out things that made him look good, to eliminate obstacles in his path, to win himself allies, but not bother with those longer-term problems, the ones that really ought to be fixed but which would take a great deal of effort with little reward other than annoying people.

His feeling of superiority and emotional distance lasted right up until the first discussion conference.

From a distance, Jin Guangshan was everything Meng Yao could have imagined – perhaps a little too similar to the clients that his mother often saw, a little dissolute to pull off the air of a refined scholar he affected, but wearing more gold than Meng Yao had ever seen in his life, with a retinue of servants that dwarfed the other sect’s. Each of those servants were dressed more finely than even main clan cultivators in some of the smaller sects, and though Meng Yao’s Lan sect guest disciple clothing was of such quality that he didn’t need to fear their disdain, he couldn’t help but be secretly impressed.

He'd exerted himself more than usual to trade away all of his chores and duties, freeing himself up to take on patrol duty near the Jin sect. He’d perhaps daydreamed about some sort of encounter – nothing active on his part, of course, but he couldn’t quite resist playing through some fantasy of catching someone’s eye by chance, getting called over, a “You have a familiar set to your chin, who’s your father?”, a shy halting admission, recognition, a joyous reunion…

Instead, his father spent the entire night getting drunk and cursing the Lan sect’s hospitality for not providing him with girls to go with his liquor, calling Lan Qiren a miserable prude with a stick up his ass right in front of the Lan sect disciples that clenched their fists in barely concealed rage. He’d seen Meng Yao all right, ordered him to come forward, but it’d only been to mock him in front of all of his servants – and not even for being his bastard son, no, that would involve bothering to pick him out from the crowd or to ask who he was. No, he’d mocked him simply for being one of the poor disciples that Lan Qiren had taken in, all because his accent was marked with the distinct tones of Yunping rather than the sweetness of Gusu.

“Tell me, boy,” he said, breathing fumes into Meng Yao’s face and making him feel suddenly as if he’d never left the brothel – that the Cloud Recesses had all been a vague dream, and now he’d woken up and lost it all. “How does that old fart Qiren expect you to pay him back for all he’s done for you? I heard the Lan sect includes a pretty face as one of its standard requirements…”

Meng Yao put his gaze above his father’s head and pretended to be deaf.

“It seems like rather a lot of effort,” one of his father’s attendants remarked. “Even if Second Master Lan wanted a boy to warm his bed, couldn’t he just buy one like any normal person?”

“Bah, boys,” his father said, and leaned back, waving his hands in dismissal. “Why would anyone bother with a boy when you could have a soft woman instead? Just as long as they’re stupid enough – you know, there’s nothing worse than a woman who’s talented and knows it, too smart, always trying to get above their station…”

“You’re thinking about that whore in Yunping again, aren’t you? The one that interrupted your dinner and made a scene, claiming you’d promised to take in the son she bore you?” the attendant said, laughing. “I told you, you should’ve just killed her for her impudence rather than just having her beaten and thrown out. That way the matter wouldn’t still be bothering you…”

“Go away, boy,” another servant said to Meng Yao, who was frozen stiff in belated terror, nausea churning in his stomach as he realized his mother could’ve gone out one day and never come back, and he would never have known why – or maybe it was that he’d been spending his considerable time and brain on pleasing someone who would have done that, who nearly had done that. “Your accent’s brought back bad memories, don’t you see?”

Meng Yao left.

No, to be more blunt: he fled. He ran away, hot tears filling his eyes until he couldn’t see – belly full of regret and disappointment, crushed dreams feeling like broken shards of glass in his mouth and throat.

He tried to tell himself that it was better to find out now, when they were still distant, before he'd sold his soul for the futile chance to get that horrible man's affection, but he couldn't quite throw off the shame of knowing that if he hadn't heard such a thing up front, he probably would have done that. Would have humiliated himself like that, and for what? A man who regretted not murdering his mother?

He ran right into Lan Wangji, who was also on patrol.

Lan Wangji took one look at him and grabbed his wrist, dragging him away from the main pathway and all the way to his uncle’s rooms.

Lan Qiren was still awake despite the late hour, writing something at his desk, but he set aside his brush at once. “What’s going on?” he asked, frowning. “Wangji – Meng Yao – one of you report.”

“Meng Yao was on patrol by the Jin sect,” Lan Wangji explained as Meng Yao furiously tried to dash away his tears using his sleeve.

“Who permitted that? First year disciples aren’t permitted to patrol during discussion conferences,” Lan Qiren asked, his frown deepening. “It wouldn’t be proper – ah, but no, I recall now. I suppose it was inevitable. Wangji, well done, and thank you. You are dismissed.”

After Lan Wangji left, he turned his eyes on Meng Yao.

“You volunteered, didn’t you?” he asked.

Meng Yao felt his back go cold: Lan Qiren knew, then. It had never been said out loud by anyone as far as he knew, and yet it was clear that Lan Qiren knew who his father was – and probably his mother, too.

He knew that Meng Yao was – that he wasn’t anything more than –

“You are one of my most promising disciples, Meng Yao,” Lan Qiren told him, and poured him a cup of tea from his own pot, pressing it into his hands. It was finer tea than Meng Yao had ever had in his life, full of smoke and flavor. “The rules say Be loyal and filial, but they also praise reciprocity. You have not been recognized, and have not received your forefathers’ grace. You can fulfill your obligations to chivalry through your respect for the parent that raised you.”

Meng Yao stared down at the teacup. Lan Qiren had completely misunderstood the nature of Meng Yao’s concern – he was disappointed in what his father was, not worried about not living up to his obligations of being a filial child. And yet it was a little nice to hear that as far as Lan Qiren was concerned, the rules said that he could tell his father go hang for all he cared…

And that he ought to honor his mother, which was something no one who knew her had ever said to him.

“Even if she –” His voice stuttered. “Even if she’s a…”

He couldn’t say the word.

“Appreciate the good people is not qualified by class or profession,” Lan Qiren said, and his monotone voice was blissfully without emotion, as if this were just another lesson in class, and not the deepest hurt of Meng Yao’s life. “I have never met your mother, Meng Yao, but you are a good child – diligent, organized, sincere, with good judgment, and you clearly adore her. That tells me everything I need to know.”

Meng Yao burst into tears.

Meng Yao liked Lan Xichen a lot, but he also had to admit that sometimes, the older boy was, well…

“Dumb as a pile of rocks,” Su She announced.

“Do not criticize other people,” Meng Yao said piously, but then chuckled, shaking his head. “Say, rather, that he’s naïve and sheltered, and overly inclined to believe the best in people.”

“Like I said: dumb as rocks. How many times is going to get himself swindled into being someone’s sword or shield before he figures out that the problem is him?”

“Some people don’t have the capacity to understand the depths of humanity’s foulness –”

“Yeah, dumb ones.”

“Su She, please.” Su She held up his hands in surrendered. “At any rate, if Lan-gongzi is going to keep falling for people’s tricks, it’s beholden on us to help protect him.”

“You just don’t want Teacher Lan to be sad about something serious happening to his nephew,” Su She said knowingly, but he was already nodding. “All right, what are we going to do about it? He outranks us. We can’t exactly tell him to his face that he’s being…”

He paused.

Dumb as rocks went unsaid, but then, it didn’t need to be said out loud for the meaning to be clear.

Meng Yao sighed.

“You can only trick someone so many times,” he said. “If we want to keep him from getting tricked by other people, then we have to trick him first. And better.”

“What do you mean?”

“Lan-gongzi likes to save people,” Meng Yao explained. “He really sees himself as a chivalrous gentleman – he puts chivalry first, even though Teacher Lan says Learning comes first. That’s why he always sides with whoever he perceives to be the underdog in a given situation, no matter how wrong that impression is. That’s how most of the people who’ve been tricking him have gone for it: playing the victim, appealing to his sense of righteousness, pulling the curtains over his eyes to obscure what’s actually happening.”

“Okay. So?”

“So, we’ve both got miserable backstories – you being taken from your family at a young age and then bullied, me with my mother and, even worse, father. If we get him on our side, early on, he’ll side with us over anyone else – that way we can keep him from getting roped into other people’s private grudges.”

Su She frowned. “That seems a little manipulative.”

“It’s for his own good, and that’s what’s important,” Meng Yao said, and smiled faintly. “Wouldn’t you agree, Lan-er-gongzi?”

Su She jumped, turning around just in time to see Lan Wangji, who had been standing in the shadow of a nearby tree, step out.

He had a serious expression, as always, but a thoughtful one.

Meng Yao waited patiently.

“You cannot take advantage,” Lan Wangji finally said, and Meng Yao knew he’d won the most important ally in the battle to save Lan Xichen from himself. “That would change it from a virtuous act to a selfish one.”

“Like we need anything from him,” Su She said haughtily. “Maintain your own discipline.”

“Arrogance is forbidden.”

“It’s not arrogance if it’s justified! It’s just self-confidence!”

“Do not argue with family,” Meng Yao quoted, and was pleased to see both of them drop it at once. “Listen, we all share the same goal, and we have to start somewhere, don’t we? We’re stronger together than apart. Together, we can do anything, even protect Lan-gongzi.”

That and more, he thought as the other boys nodded, following his lead. Lan Xichen is just the start.

“The Wen sect will make trouble sooner rather than later,” Meng Yao said thoughtfully, one day. His friends turned to look at him. “Yes, I’m serious.”

Lan Wangji nodded, serious as always, but Su She scoffed.

“You can’t even convince that Wei Wuxian boy to leave poor Lan-er-gongzi alone,” he said snidely. “How exactly are you expecting to bring down the Wen sect?”

“I don’t convince Wei Wuxian to leave Lan-er-gongzi alone because Lan-er-gongzi doesn’t want to be left alone,” Meng Yao said. “Obviously. Isn’t that right?”

“You should call me by name,” Lan Wangji said, which wasn’t answering the question and definitely wasn’t denying anything. “You were saying, about the Wen sect?”

Meng Yao smiled.

“What brings one of Teacher Lan’s most promising disciples to the Unclean Realm?” Nie Mingjue said, peering at him thoughtfully. “You’re at the wrong time to be one of the usual messengers.”

Meng Yao smiled at him.

“I think you’ll find that we have similar goals, Sect Leader Nie,” he said. “When it comes to making sure that certain people in our lives don’t get hurt by the bad decisions of others, I mean. In your case, it’s your younger brother, who’s a friend of mine –”

Friend, source of information, it was all about the same thing in the end. Meng Yao didn’t have real friends outside the Lan sect, but he’d been very careful to cultivate good relationships with all his most important peers.

“- and for me, well. A teacher for day, a father for a lifetime. I’m sure Sect Leader Nie can understand the importance of protecting one’s father – right?”

“You don’t need to use any sophistry on me,” Nie Mingjue said, rolling his eyes. “If you have an idea on what we can do to stop the Wen sect before they go and burn someone’s house down, I’m all ears.”

By chance, Meng Yao did.

It was a good plan, too, daring and brave in equal measure. If it worked the way he hoped it would, he’d win enough fame to get Jin Guangshan to beg for him to join the Jin sect – not that he would, of course.

Meng Yao knew what he wanted, and he knew how he was going to get it, too.

“This is a lovely house, A-Yao,” Meng Shi said, running her hand along one of the soft tapestries on the wall. “Truly lovely. Whoever you rented it from has good taste.”

Meng Yao bowed. “Thank you for the compliment, Mother. I put a lot of thought into it.”

“You own it?” she asked, surprised. “But don’t you live up the mountain, with the sect?”

“I do. This is for you.”

“For – me? A-Yao! This is too much – how much must it have cost–”

“I saved the Lan sect’s core texts from being destroyed,” Meng Yao said. “I’m an inner sect disciple now – I could ask for a dozen houses like this, and they’d grant them to me without blinking twice. Teacher Lan would insist on it.”

“Teacher Lan,” his mother murmured. “That’s the one you’ve taken to treating as your own father, isn’t it? You’ve spoken so much of him, in your letters…”

“There’s no need to scheme,” he told her. “He wouldn’t notice your flirtations, anyway.”

His mother arched her eyebrows at him.

“He’s really oblivious.”

“Still…”

“Really no need,” Meng Yao said, and couldn’t help but smile at the memory of Lan Qiren pulling him into a hug when he realized that the books – and Lan Xichen – were all safe from the Wen sect’s attempt to burn down the Cloud Recesses, and, later, again, that Wen Ruohan was dead. He may have deliberately schemed for that second hug, and he might or might not have plans for more. “He already takes me as a son.”

His mother relaxed.

“Good,” she said, and smiled herself. “So, A-Yao, was I right, all those years ago? Was the Lan sect a good fit for you?”

“Yes, Mother,” Meng Yao said. “Yes, it was.”

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Remus is the uptight, swotty Prefect who's always getting the popular and beloved troublemakers Black and Potter in detention. Remus doesn't care what people say of him, and he absolutely doesn't care about Black's blinding smile.

A Book By Its Cover

Remus pulls his jumper closer around himself against the draught in the large, empty halls. The corridor is dimly lit and he hears nothing but the sound of his own footsteps. Everything is quiet. Too quite.

A loud clang suddenly sounds from behind one of the tapestries. Remus almost smiles to himself. Bingo. In a swift motion, he pulls away the tapestry.

Startled, Black whirls around. He’s surrounded by what appear to be paint cans and rope. His shock only last a moment, though.

“Lupin!” He exclaims, a beaming smile appearing on his face. “What a pleasant surprise!”

Remus crosses his arms over his chest. He makes an effort to keep a firm expression on his face, to show he’s not affected by Black’s notorious, blinding smile, like everyone else is. “Only pleasant if you like detention. And as for a surprise, I am a Prefect. I am supposed to be here making my rounds. So what are you doing here?”

“Preparing a prank,” Black says simply.

Remus doesn’t know whether he should be insulted Black doesn’t seem to take his authority very seriously, or glad that he doesn’t insult his intelligence by coming up with an excuse.

“Right,” Remus says, before taking out his notebook and pen. “Out of bed after curfew and engaging in illegal activity,” he scribbles down. “And where’s Potter?”

“Aw, am I not enough for you, Lupin?” Black pouts.

“I figured you could use some company in detention,” Remus replies smoothly.

Black clicks his tongue. “So thoughtful.”

“If you’re here setting up some prank, then it’s a given Potter is setting up that prank somewhere else in the school as well. So, where is he?”

Black shakes his head. “For you’re own good, Lupin, you don’t wanna put James in detention right now. People won’t be too pleased with you if the school’s football star misses the upcoming match against Slytherin thanks to you.”

“So thoughtful,” Remus repeats Black’s words, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But please, don’t concern yourself over me. I’ve never cared what others think of me, and I don’t plan on starting now. And you basically just admitted Potter is currently doing something that would warrant me giving him detention, so you might as well tell me where he is.”

Black sighs. “This is why people call you uptight.”

Remus’ expression hardens. “If people care so much, they should be mad at Potter for risking the football match in the first place by playing some stupid prank.”

Black gasps dramatically and clutches his chest. “Stupid? Our pranks are not stupid! They’re works of art! Jumping out of a cake on miss McGonagall’s birthday? Hilarious! Making a zip line to go from one floor to the other? Brilliant! Filling the gym with stray cats, many of whom were eventually adopted? Genius! People love our pranks. They make people laugh and bring some excitement in their lives. Much needed excitement, because let’s face it, school is boring. Sitting there, listening to old people tell you things you already know.”

“For you maybe,” Remus mutters.

Black scoffs. “Don’t pretend you’re not one of the smartest people in our class, Lupin.”

Remus just glares harder at Black, to show that no, he doesn’t care that Sirius Black, whom people are always falling over themselves for to get even a bit of his attention, has apparently noticed Remus’ academic achievements. No, he doesn’t care at all.

“Even the teachers love our pranks,” Black continues. “They put some life into this place!”

“We’ll see what miss McGonagall has to say about it when I report you tomorrow,” Remus says calmly. “I’ll go finish my rounds, and when I get back, you better have cleaned up this mess.”

As he turns around to leave, Black suddenly grabs his wrist. “Join us!”

“Wha...” Remus turns back, and his traitorous stomach flutters at how close Black is suddenly standing.

“Join us for one prank,” Black says.

Remus blinks at him. “Why in earth would I do that?”

“Because it’s fun! And honestly, Lupin, to me you always look like you can use a bit of fun.”

That catches Remus off guard. It’s true. Between struggling to get top marks, doing everything he can for extra credit, making sure he has a spotless record, excelling at his Prefect duties, and worrying about his sick mother, lately he often feels like just throwing his hands in the air and say ‘screw it all!’, and just do something crazy, something dumb or irresponsible. But he definitely never wanted for Black to notice that.

“Come on, Lupin,” Black says, as Remus stays silent. “Be part of the fun for once, instead of putting a damper on it.”

“Your childish pranks aren’t my idea of fun,” Remus bites back, feeling himself getting defensive.

Black just grins. “You won’t know that unless you join us for just one prank!”

“Why would you even want me to join you?” Many people would be lining up to be a part of one of Black and Potter’s infamous pranks. It’s beyond Remus why Black would ask that one stuffy guy who puts them in detention almost every week.

“Because I like you,” Black shrugs. “I like how hard you work for everything and how you don’t care what anyone thinks of you. And I think you secretly have a talent for it,” he adds with a wink, that absolutely does not make Remus’ knees go weak. “I bet you have a wicked side to you underneath all that swotty stuff.”

“But I’m a Prefect!” Remus argues. “I’m supposed to discipline rule-breakers, not break them myself!”

Black rolls his eyes. “You shouldn’t take that job so serious.”

This rubs Remus the wrong way. “Not everyone can afford to treat everything in life as a joke,” he says coolly.

Black folds his arms over his chest and stares. “A fancy title and a badge and suddenly you’re better than us?”

“It’s nothing like that!”

Black huffs. “Then why is that bogus job so important to you?”

“Because some of us can’t afford to have even one note on their record if they ever want to get anywhere in life!” Remus snaps. “Because some of us need perfect scores and every bit of extra credit they can get if they want universities not to immediately bin their applications! Because some of us don’t have a last name they can flaunt, a daddy who can make a phone call, a mommy who can throw some money around, and suddenly you’re top of the list! Because some of us can’t just look at their rich parents and rely on them to always give them everything they want!”

The change in Black is instant. He takes a step back, and instead of his usual easy smile and bright eyes sparkling with mischief, his face becomes an ice-cold mask. “Fuck you, Lupin,” he hisses. “You don’t know a thing about me.”

He pushes past Remus as he storms off, leaving him behind feeling very confused. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Yes, the system is unfair and Black is privileged, but Remus supposes that isn’t really Black’s fault. He knows Black isn’t actually a bad person. His heart is in the right place, and he’s usually kind, only ever mean to people who, quite frankly, deserve it.

Remus just wishes Black would stop with those bloody pranks.

Remus just wishes Black would continue with those bloody pranks.

Or do anything really that makes him seem more like his old self. Remus never thought he’d miss that loud, barking laugh, that infuriating smirk, those lame puns so much.

Ever since everyone returned from Christmas break, Black has completely withdrawn. He hardly talks to anyone, he just sits silently, his eyes staring off in the distance and his expression blank. Potter is always by his side, softly talking to him or just throwing him worried glances.

Since then, it has been the talk of the school, and even in the papers and on the news: Sirius Black has been removed from his parents’ custody. It was a messy affair, the police has even been involved. Black’s father was arrested on grounds of child abuse. Apparently, Orion Black, the noble and well-respected patriarch of the prestigious Black family, has a habit of beating his son. It must’ve been going on for a while, but over the break it escalated. People just can’t get over how Sirius Black’s life wasn’t as perfect as it always seemed to be.

Remus feels bad for Black, and especially feels like an idiot, having said the things he said. He knows he owes Black an apology. It has been a couple of weeks since the break ended, and the apology is beginning to be long overdue. Though he also knows that Black has probably not been waiting for an apology from the uptight twat that always gets him detention.

Maybe it’s more to ease his own consciousness that he hesitantly approaches the table where Black is sitting. Potter glares at him the moment he sees him, and half gets out of his seat, probably to tell him to piss off, and rightfully so. However, after a quick glance at Black’s face, who’s looking up at Remus, he sits back down, as if he sees something on his friend’s face that makes him chance his mind.

“Bla- Sirius,” Remus says, realising a tad late that Sirius might nor want to be reminded of his family name right now. “I’m sorry,” he blurts out. “I said some shitty things to you, and I shouldn’t have. You were right, I didn’t know anything about you.”

“It’s okay,” Sirius says softly. “You had good reason to be angry, it’s a rather fucked up system. And you didn’t know. Didn’t know that I would’ve gladly given up all that privilege to just have parents who... who love me...”

Sirius’ voice falters and he trails off. Potter is staring at him wide-eyed, and also Remus is surprised. He knows Sirius hasn’t talked about it to anyone, and he feels almost guilty he’s saying it to him of all people. He’s also surprised at the overwhelming urge he has to pull Sirius into a hug, hold him and tell him they never deserved him anyway. He has to leave before he does anything stupid.

“I should go,” Remus says quickly. “If there’s ever anything I can do...”

As he turns around to leave, Black suddenly grabs his wrist. “Join us!”

Remus turns back to look at him.

“Join us for one prank.”

“Why would you want me to join you?” Remus asks, much like the first time.

“Because I like you,” Sirius replies, much like the first time, only where he had then sounded nonchalant and slightly amused, he now sounds pleading and vulnerable.

“Yeah,” Remus says hoarsely, because his Prefect duties suddenly don’t seem so important compared to helping Sirius come back to his old self. “Yeah, I’ll join you for one prank.”

And then the most amazing thing happens: for the first time in weeks, Sirius Black smiles. It’s only a small smile, but the room already seems a bit brighter. In a moment of vivid clarity, Remus knows that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to make that boy smile.

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