#absolutely hate him /srs

[marvelling-at-marvel-blog]

The thing about S1 Jamie that I think is interesting is I think on rewatch there is some insight as to why Jamie went so hard on the bullying of Sam. (Not gonna be defending Jamie's treatment of Sam just looking into maybe why). Because out of all of the things Jamie did is season one. The one that seems hardest to understand or really forgive is his treatment of Sam. The first time around, you couldn't understand it. Sam is legitimately the kindest man in existence. (I know as a stroyteller it was the easiest way to really get us to dislike Jamie and really make us more understanding of Roy's treatment of Jamie which to be frank is not great and understand Ted's fruatrations with him) and Sam just keeps trying with Jamie.

But know I think it far to say thay S1 Jamie was jealous of Sam and his easy going, happy, postive nature. I dont think he was aware of it though.

Season 1 Jamie is so interesting because on paper, he had everything he thought he wanted. But I dint think he was overally happy. But yeah it seemed to be all his way

1. He played for the team he grew up supporting and dreamed of playing for. I imagine his first time stepping on that fiels in that uniform would have been monumental. Sure, maybe he wasn't a starter, but he got some minutes and the unspken agreement that in a few years, he would be a star.

2. I imagine he was initially disappointed to be loaned out, but then he learns he is being loaned to Richmond. Yeah they suck, but he gets to play a full 90 minutes, is basically going to be the best player, kick most of thier goals and he gets to be team mates with Roy Kent (he dreamed of playing against him one day, with him is a dream come true, I really think pre show Jamie would have been so excited to play with Roy Kent and was so disappointed in how it turned out). Plus, it has the added advantage of getting him away from his dad. And once his done his loan, he can come back to Manchester. This is his chance to get away from it for a while and be the star

3. He meets and gets to date Keely Jones who his always had a crush on. Dhe is literally a dream girl for him

So he should be happy right. His got everything he wanted, but it's not going the way he expected because.....

1. Roy Kent hates him (in my mind Roy was standoffish from the start, heres come this whizkid who was everything he used to be and slowly losing. I think Jamie came in at 100% and immediatley put Roy on the back foot). Jamie tries with Roy but the more it doesnt work the more Jamie goes OK, if I cant make him like me I will show him I am better than him. Hence the beginning of that relationship.

2. Yeah his away from his dad and his killing it at Richmond, scoring their goals, winning them matches but it only seems to be winning over half the team (he can't see yet his attitude is what is stopping the other guys from liking him). And the team still isn't doing great even with him. Plus he may be away from his Dad but his relationship with his mum feels like it in a werid place which sucks cause she is his favourite person ever.

3. And Keeley seems to be where its going right but sometimes it feels like his a bit of a project for her. And I think he has heard people (like Roy) question why she is with him.

And let's face it, he is still likely hearing from his dad when he doesn't perform up to his standards.

And then heres Sam. Who (at this point in time) isn't playing well, isn't scoring goals, not massively contributing to thier wins and yet he seems so genuinely happy all the time and everyone loves him, Roy Kent seems to like him and is friendly with him, complimenting him (which he has never done to Jamie). Sam is so open and kind he has probably talked about his dad in the locker room, and his relationship with his family seems perfect and that must gnaw at Jamie because all he ever wanted is to make his dad proud and his pretty sure he will never achieve it because the man is a d***k who is impossoble to please, yet Jamie never stops trying and things are werid with his mum which he hates. But all he hears when its brought up from Sam is how great his family is.

Then along comes the new gaffer who Jamie can't even understand why he is coaching, but he also seems to love Sam and wants him to be the decoy so Sam can kick the goal. Even though Jamie knows if he kicks it, it will go in.

Now we all know the reason Sam is liked is because he is an amazing, kind hearted, dedicated person, but I think S1 Jamie is so jealous and does not even know it.

Because S1 Jamie is still living with the notion that being the best in the most important thing ( thank you James Tartt Sr) so to Jamie he is out here busting his ass at training to be the best, scoring all the goals yet Sam seems to be the one who is living what he thought his dream time at Richmond was going to be. And I know I mention it but I think it is a big thing for Jamie, the harder he tries the more Roy seems to despise him, and take enjoyment in his embarrassment.

And S1 Jamie in all maturity handles his jealously by trying to make Sam feel as bad as he is feeling. Which Jamie, baby. That's kindergarten mentality. And poor Sam actually thinks Jamie is a great player and would love to learn from him in the beginning and isnt having a great time either.

But yeah. I dont think Jamie ever disliked Sam. I think he was insanly jealous of him all the time and didn't know how to handle that or even admit it himself.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. Apologies for my rambles.

[akqrus]

Some Adrien anti commented on my post and invalidated Adrien's experience with emotional abuse... I hope u choke on shit 🥺🫶🏼

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

never thought of it that way but you’re right- because Scooby-Doo is a cartoon, Sam’s inherent “That Is Not A Human Being And His Vessel Hasn’t Fit Right Since Season 6” is even more obvious

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[shroomyv]

ᢉ𐭩-GOOD BOYS [4]

Pairing: mark grayson x sinister mark x Mohawk mark x viltrumite mark x F!reader

Synopsis: continuation of pt 3. You have pure chaos going on in your home with these marks that you barely know…maybe 1 on 1 will have you get even a slight grasp of how they work

W.C: 5.6k (HOLY SHITTTT)

Warnings: continuation of my last parts (if you don’t read those parts this shit WILL NOT make sense), biting, mentions of bruises and scars, piercing mentions, lots of swearing/bickering, a buncha quickys, corny dialogue, story seems to be all over the place (sorry 😕) also not proof read

A/N (there’s alot): HOLY FUCKING SHIT BRUH. I’ve been so fucking busy I haven’t even been able to write shit I wrote this in two hours while struggling and trying to really get their personality’s written good. Literally banging my head against a wall. Anyway, thank you all for all the fucking support on my post and this series and I hope this part won’t make you absolutely hate it and me. I literally went back and removed major chunks from the story and rewrote atleast 7 parts/srs. Please enjoy this and if not just tell me if it sucks lmao.

You woke up sweaty as hell—regaining your senses all at once. It smelled like food was burning, fog was coming from the bottom of your room's bathroom door, and you felt pressed down into the bed. Way too much was going on and you had to regain order in your house.

You looked down to see what this weight was on top of you and it was viltrumite mark. You shook him trying to get him off of you.

“Hey…get up…” you said in a groggy tone as he just ignored you holding onto you tighter. You pushed yourself up as best as you could against his tight hold—you felt like you were gonna fucking pop.

“Let go you…” you squirmed more and more until you eventually had enough—pinching his torso. As soon as he dropped you—you booked it to the next issue at hand. You ran to the kitchen seeing your mark and sinister mark arguing while the food was fucking burning.

“Have you two lost your damn minds!” You had just woken up and already had to deal with bullshit. You almost grabbed a hot pan without a mit—you were going nuts as you put out the fire as best as you could. You were dashing toward each issue since they clearly didn’t know how to act like adults.

One more fucking issue to deal with—Mohawk Mark was in your bathroom using up your water. You eventually got the door down seeing him cutting the sides of his hair again. You wanted to be mad at him but he was the only one actually doing…good?

“What…what are you doing.” You asked a question you already had an answer to just wanting to start a conversation with him as you walked into the bathroom closer to him.

“Cutting my hair duh—finally woke up I see.” He said in a cocky tone as he was trying his best to focus on his hair.

“Here…Gimmie-“You snatched the clippers from his hand as he looked annoyed. You just pushed him down onto the toilet seat having him sit still while you reshaved his sides. He’d never admit it but he was thankful for the help.

“Better not be fucking up my hair.” He scowled out as he was nervous. He hadn’t had anyone else do this for him he’d always do it himself.

“Hey, relax I know what I’m doing jackass” you snapped back at him as he was honestly impressed by your quick comeback. You eventually finished before pulling him up so he could look in the mirror.

“So…what are we thinking?” You asked with a slight excitement in your voice—you honestly impressed yourself with your work.

“Honestly…I’m thinking it’s fucking amazing.” He said before putting his hand on your hair messing it up. He was grateful for your help but he was still gonna be an asshole from time to time. You tried to act annoyed but honestly just smiled at his antics.

“So…what can I do to repay you?” He asked before leaning down closer to you. His face was practically an inch away from yours as he was messing with you. You genuinely didn’t respect him of all people to want to repay you, you didn’t mind it of course it was just out of the blue.

“You can clean my fucking house with the rest of them!” You said with a smile on your face but you were dead serious. He clearly looked against that idea so he just suggested something else.

“I got a better idea.” He wasted no time picking you up and putting you on the sink counter. Before you could even question what the hell he was about to do—his lips locked onto yours wasting no time. You usually tried to stay stern on your words, you wanted to stay strict to see stuff get done.

However, you couldn’t deny such a repayment. As long as he made it quick of course.

“Why in here…” you asked pressing your hands against his chest to have him pause for a second

“Duh—cus I’m selfish and don’t wanna fucking share right now. You go all coma mode when we fuck your brains out.” He said quickly before locking his lips against yours quickly. You couldn’t even argue back with what he had to say—you were in too deep in the kissing.

He scooped you up from the counter and slammed your back against the wall. You honestly weren’t even mad at his answer. However, you had to get shit in order around the house so you had to be quick with the selfish boy.

“Hey, don’t stick anything in me. Don’t have enough time right now.” You said as you stared him down

“Mhm…yeah…” he said in a sarcastic tone. He wasn’t listening in the slightest. Your back went from slammed against the wall to right back on the counter again. Eventually, he sat down on the toilet seat ripping at your shirt.

You stood right in between his legs just letting it happen. He finally tore off the shirt getting to your breast as he cupped them in an instant. His fingers flicked over your nipples as you leaned into the middle of his legs more. You were honestly having a change of heart about things being put in you once you saw that bulge in his wear.

He leaned in kissing you before pulling you on his lap. He held you tightly not wanting to let go for a fucking second as your fingers flicked at the nipple piercings on his chest.

“Guess we’re both into nips ehhh-“ he said in a smug tone before he gave you a nasty grin. You just rolled your eyes before going back to kissing him.

The deeper the kisses got and the more you flicked at each other's chest—the more you had a change in heart. You broke the kiss as he looked confused.

“Fuck…gimmie a second to think.” You said in a breathy tone. You looked absolutely red thinking about whether or not you could get a quickly in with him before going back to get control of your house again.

“What…?” He asked in an impatient tone before biting at your neck. He was hungry for you and you were trying to put that on hold. He popped your ass before grabbing a handful—he just loved grabbing anything on you. An absolutely touchy bastard. It snapped you back to your senses before you finally spewed out a response.

“Let’s go quick—but I’m on top and riding. Hurry up.” You said as quickly as you could before hopping off his lap to get your panties off.

For a second he was stunned at the sudden change of heart but he wasn’t about to deny this offer.

“Aye-aye captain.” He chuckled before getting ready for action.

He stood up kicking off his underwear as fast as he could before you two stared at each other for a second.

You were finally able to take in his full appearance since you didn’t have to focus on other marks as well. His arms had scars on them from fights, his nipples were pierced and hard, and he had a silver frenum piercing on his cock.

You were intrigued, you hadn’t even pictured anyone—let alone a version of your boyfriend pierced up like this.

He had enough of waiting as he grabbed you up by your waist pulling you back on his thigh.

“You gonna keep staring or are you gonna start riding.” He said eyeing you down as if he wasn’t getting a peep show out of you as well.

You rolled your eyes before responding “You’re very impatient—maybe I should call you impatient Mark.”

You said as you began to lift yourself holding onto his cock to ready yourself for riding. You slid down slowly as your face leaned into his neck and fingers dug into his shoulders. His arms wrapped around your back rubbing at your soft skin as best as he could. He was gonna savor every fucking second of having you to himself.

“Alright…laying out some ground rules here-“ you tried to speak before you were cut off

“There are no rules to riding! You move super fast and I cum super fucking hard.” Mohawk Mark spewed out before he popped your ass.

He was acting all needy. You’d edge him if you weren’t in a rush to deal with more bullshit…so, you got to work pulling yourself up and down.

“Fuck- that’s good.” He huffed out squeezing at you tighter. You just smiled knowing you were doing well and picked up your pace a bit more.

He grabbed at one of your thighs squeezing it hard like dough. You felt a moan slip from your mouth as you kept speeding up the process.

“Mother…fucker…” you said in between huffs. You were doing as best as you could not wasting a single second. You didn’t even wanna blink—you enjoyed the look on Mohawk Mark's face too much, he was biting his lip and trying to focus on not cumming too quickly.

You kept one hand on his shoulder and moved the other hand to his nipple flicking at it softly.

“You…better fucking…keep off“ he was trying to get your grubby little hands away from his chest but you didn’t care.

You softly rubbed at his nipple being careful not to hurt him or both his piercing. He couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut now

“This ngh…ok for you??” You asked choking up a bit on your moans. He just nodded yes as he kept whimpering and groaning.

You sped yourself up a bit more releasing his nipple to put your hands back on his shoulders for balance. Your ass and hips smacked against his cock and thigh as you two huffed out for air. He slapped your ass again—harder this time, he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

“Oh…oh fuck…” you were on edge—ready to cum at any second. You felt yourself tighten around him until you finally came. He wasn’t too far behind as he quickly came right after you.

You two were gasping for air—getting soft glances at each other with each chance you could get as he pulled you in for a kiss.

“Mhm…one more round?” He asked in a persuasive tone.

You grabbed his face smushing his cheeks together as you slid yourself off of his cock. Cum leaking from your pussy onto his thigh as you two looked at the mess before you spoke.

“As much as I’d like that—I said one and done.” You were amused by how needy he was. You gave him his little selfish moment but now time was up for it. You grabbed a rag cleaning off his thigh and cleaning your pussy before sliding back into your underwear and putting on a robe.

You two were about to leave the bathroom but before you opened the door—you slapped him on the ass.

“Hey!-“ he snarled out as he glared at you.

“Don’t hey me…you did it the entire time we fucked.” He knew you were right. He just curled his lips up in annoyance.

“If you wanna start again I’m thinking we do one more. This time with you bent over the counter and I just fuck the absolute shit out of you?” He said with a grin as he moved his hand as fast as he could popping your ass harder than you did him.

You yelped a bit before snapping back at him.

“Listen here…I’ll take you up on your offer some other time but you had your fun—and stop slapping my ass before it fucking bruises!” You shouted at him as he just kept smiling deviously.

“What if I want it to bruise.” He said in a snarky tone kissing you as you just rolled your eyes before turning back to the door.

Honestly you wanted to take him up on his offer—you knew you still had a bunch more rounds in you and honestly wanted to mess around with him and those piercings a bit more. Sadly you had to get control back of your house so you had to turn it down.

Once you opened that door—you were greeted by the other 3 variants as they immediately grabbed you up.

“Seriously! He got alone time with you that’s not fair” Your mark shook you trying to get answers before viltrumite mark added on.

“It wasn’t even just alone time!!! He got to fuck you by himself” viltrumite mark said angrily as he was shooting death glares at Mohawk Mark.

“That selfish fuck-“ sinister mark said as he kept poking your forehead.

Mohawk Mark just laughed enjoying the chaos he didn’t even mean to start. You finally had enough putting your powers to use.

“Sit.” You commanded as they all sat before you. Your arms were crossed and you were angry.

“I woke up to an absolutely dirty house, pure chaos, and bickering. And you expected me to reward it with kisses, hugs, sex, and approval?” You snapped at them with crossed arms.

“Well…yes actually!” Sinister Mark said in a prideful voice. He was not the brightest. You kicked him over—pressing your foot into his back as you glared at all of them.

“Clean my fucking house…now.” You said in an absolutely furious tone before moving your foot off of sinister Mark's back. They got up with low-hanging heads as they went to go clean. Everyone besides Mohawk Mark—he hugged your waist softly as he leaned his head into your neck.

“So…since they’re cleaning the mess they made…I’m thinking me and you do something?” He suggested softly as he kissed your neck.

“You go clean to…” you said before flicking his forehead. He was a bit annoyed as he walked off grumbling to join the others.

You needed to clear your head—figure something out. You ran yourself a bath soaking yourself in the water as you closed your eyes. You were wondering if you made the right choice…the variants clearly couldn’t cook, clean, or share. You and your mark were the main ones doing that—and even then, your mark would lose his temper and argue or squabble with them.

You hoped this wouldn’t backfire on you at all. You were angry but still had faith. You opened your eyes after recollecting yourself. You almost had a fucking heart attack—jolting up as you saw that viltrumite mark sitting in the bathroom beside the tub.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE.” You screamed out in disbelief and a hint of fear as your back was against the wall of the bath.

“Oh well…we finished cleaning so we just wanted to see what you were doing.” Viltrumite Mark answered with a smile on his face as he stayed seated on the ground.

Your mark quickly came dashing into the bathroom as he looked annoyed at them and how they were acting. He smiled at you awkwardly before speaking.

“I uh…I told them to stay out…and stuff. I’m sorry babe-“ he said with an embarrassed smile.

He was ready to grab them up and drag him out until you raised your hand.

“It’s uh…it’s ok I guess? It’s just him…can you keep an eye on the other ones for me please?” You asked him in a desperate tone—Mohawk and sinister were honestly the most chaotic and you knew you couldn’t leave them alone without some sort of authority. Mark just nodded before closing the door and leaving back out.

You just huffed before sliding back down into the water. Great—you had company now. It was like every time you blinked he got closer and closer and closer until he was finally laid against the tub abutment.

You sighed before speaking to him.

“What do you want…”

He looked up at you with a small grin.

“To take a bath with you.” He said in an absolutely needy tone as he waited for your approval.

You just huffed before kissing his forehead. Your hand moved in a motion to tell him to get in. He slipped off his uniform as best as he could—even folding it and sitting it on the counter before leaping into the tub with you.

Your hair was now soaked and the floor was covered in water. He sat across from you with a smile on his face.

“You like baths don’t you…” you waited for an answer as you tried to start some small talk with him.

“Oh well yes, cleanliness is important in my world.” He said with his head raised a little bit as if he just told you some rare fun fact.

You just gave him a warm smile before you sat on the tub abutment—grabbed a shampoo bottle and began lathering it on his head. He leaned into your hands more letting out little small whimpers as he was pleased.

“You ok?” You asked in an intrigued tone as he just nodded yes. He was clearly fucking touch-starved.

His face moved closer and closer to your legs as he laid his face in between your thighs while you washed his hair. You were amused by his behavior—how were you supposed to believe this man of all people was not only a murderer but one of the strongest people (if not the strongest) in his world? He was melting just by your hands rubbing at his head.

You rinsed his hair—smiling as he looked like a little wet cat.

“What is so funny—I don’t get it?” He asked in a serious tone as he genuinely didn’t understand what you were laughing at. He started to wonder if he had done something or if there was something on his face.

“Relax…you just looked cute that was all.” You said with a smile on your face kissing his softly. You grabbed a rag washing his skin as gently as you could. You noticed he had lashes and scars on his back that were healed over. You assumed it was from the viltrumite empire—your mark told you how brutal they could be. You were kind of pissed that they would even do that to anyone but you kept it inside.

You finally finished washing him—you felt accomplished at your work as you got ready to wash yourself. He snagged you up pulling you into his lap and snatching the rag.

“I want to bathe you—you washed me it’s only fair I wash you.” He said in a possessive tone as one of his hands stayed wrapped around your torso to keep you still. You already knew he wasn’t taking no for an answer in this situation. You just kissed him softly giving him the ok to wash you.

He moved fast—scrubbing at you rough until you grabbed his hand.

“Jeez, slow down, there’s no need to rush…I’m not a viltrumite my skin isn’t diamond. Just go softly.” You redirected him as he just did as he was told.

You were starting to get a grasp on every one of the mark's personalities besides sinister. You had to get some time alone with him eventually—before you could start thinking of how to viltrumite mark had finished.

“Done ma'am,” he said with a grin across his face.

“You can just call me ‘y/n’” you said gently as he got out of the tub and quickly helped you right after.

“Yes ma'am, I mean, ‘Y/N’” he said in an attentive tone as you just laughed.

You wrapped yourself in a towel as he did the same. You grabbed the blow dryer—drying his hair then yours. That boy stayed latched to you—holding onto your waist for dear life as he kissed your neck softly.

Eventually, you finished blowing and drying your hair and got him off of you. He tried to put back on his dirty uniform before you stopped him.

“Ah ah! What the hell are you doing that’s dirty-“ you exclaimed before snatching it from him.

“It’s disrespectful to wear any other attire besides my uniform—plus, I just don’t wanna wear anything but my uniform.” He said as he tried to snatch it back from you. You two were pulling and snatching at the uniform now until it ripped.

“Fuck.” You said in a nervous tone as you saw his face grow a frown. He held onto his uniform as you rubbed your neck.

You left the bathroom—going through Mark's shirt drawer and grabbing up a shirt, some pants, and boxers as quickly as you could. You then dashed to get your needle and thread as you sat on your bed.

You sewed a viltrumite logo into the shirt, pants, and underwear as quickly as you could before you called him into your room.

“Uh, viltrumite mark-“ you called out as you saw him walk out of the bathroom with his head hung low. You smiled at him as you were getting dressed yourself.

“Found those in my marks drawer, I think you’d like them more than he would?” You said in a sure tone as you were slipping on your own shirt and pants.

“I told you already I’m not wearing anything other than my- UNIFORM!” His voice went from disappointment to excitement seeing the logo on the clothes he slipped into them as quickly as he could before he snatched you up.

“Oh-“ you said in a surprised tone as he hugged you tightly. He would not let go…he was like a mouse trap to you.

Once you finally got him off your waist he just latched onto your thigh. It was like you were walking with so much extra weight added on—you just wanted to get through the halls. You finally made it to the living room with viltrumite mark still latched onto you as you and Sinister Mark's eyes met.

“You…” you said in a focused tone—you had to get a good grasp on his personality and how he worked just like you did with the others a bit.

“You…” sinister Mark mocked you as Mohawk Mark laughed at his behavior. Your mark just shook his head in disbelief at them before they turned back to the tv

Your mark came over to you kissing you on the cheek.

“See you got some carry-on.” He joked as he was talking about viltrumite mark latching onto you. You just gave him a look of desperation as he laughed before pulling Viltrumite mark off of you.

“He’s more clingy than you some fucking how.” You said with a huff as you looked at your mark.

“Not possible.” He joked before hugging you softly. He missed having you in his arms.

You were clean, your house was clean, and you had 3 versions of your boyfriend in your house.

You plopped down on the couch preparing to plot on sinister Mark and get a scope on his personality.

“Wanna take a bath…” you asked him warmly waiting to see if he said yes

“No” he wasted no time responding no—it was gonna be a long day for you.

“Wanna play the game?”

“No”

“Wanna go outside?”

“No”

“Do you wanna cook?”

“Hell no-“

You were getting fed up, everything was a no.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO THEN!” You shouted out in an annoyed tone waiting to see what he suggested

“Fuck.” He just said it flat out as he gave you an absolutely disgusting smile.

“No…” you replied in a fed-up tone—out of everything you could do that’s all he wanted to do.

“Well, I guess we aren’t doing jack shit.” He said with a smirk before turning back to the TV.

You were absolutely fed up—he was being a little asshole and all you wanted to do was attempt to get to know him more. You were about to leap onto him and fight him till your mark grabbed you up.

“Babe…” he said giving you a disapproving look before letting you go.

“What, he’s basically fucking asking for it…” you scowled out. You were pissed. You just went to the bathroom again making yourself look presentable before walking back out.

You got ready to slide on your shoes as sinister Mark heard your footsteps reach the door. He wanted to know what you were planning on doing.

“Where are you going.” Sinister Mark asked as he stood over you.

“Oh so now you’re interested…” you snapped back as the other marks watched you two argue.

“Never said that—I just asked where you were going.” Sinister Mark said as he leaned down closer to you—your eyes were basically beaming into each other.

“To mind my fucking business…” you said in a stern tone as you stood up. Both of you stared each other down as you stood up. You weren’t afraid of him… at least that’s what you told yourself so you wouldn’t fucking pass out.

Everyone was silent—the only sound that could be heard was the TV. As soon as you reached for the door handle sinister Mark tripped you before grabbing you up.

“Hey!-“ your mark shouted out ready to come to your defense if needed.

“Shut up…” sinister mark snapped back at your mark before rushing to the couch. He laid out on it first before laying right on top of you. You felt out of air almost instantly not able to move. He just ignored you trying to get you to hush up so he could watch TV.

“HEY!- GET OFF!” You shouted as he just ignored you turning up the TV so you couldn’t be heard.

Mohawk Mark laughed at him being an asshole as he was honestly impressed he still had enough balls to do that. You were kicking and trying to push up as best as you could but literally couldn’t.

“HELP!-“ you shouted out for your mark's help—he got close to you getting ready to pull off sinister mark before he realized something.

This was the calmest he had been—ever…

Maybe it wasn’t so bad leaving you there…your mark tapped viltrumite mark and Mohawk mark forcing them to get up and follow you.

“Sorry babe…gotta run errands.” Your mark said choking up a bit as he tried to hold in his laugh

“You mother fucker…you better not-“Before you could even try and stop him they were out of the door. Fuck.

Sinister Mark just laughed at your poor efforts before flicking through movies.

“Wanna watch this?” Sinister Mark asked as if he was being generous to you.

“No.” You said in an annoyed and exhausted tone still trying to push yourself free.

“Well, that’s too fucking bad.” Sinister Mark said before he put on the movie he wanted to watch. You were absolutely annoyed.

Your face smushed between his chest and the couch cushions. His hand with to your head stroking your hair—he was an absolute tease. He knew you couldn’t move from under him at all and was using it to his advantage.

Eventually you two both just started watching the movie together. You just laid under him like he had you until another movie flicked on.

Your attention was still on the next movie but his no longer was. His attention was now on you. His hands snaked up your shirt to your breast as he cupped them.

“Warm.” He said in a carefree way as he had your attention now.

“Hey, asshole…I thought we were watching a movie.” You said in an annoyed tone. He knew you couldn’t move free and now he was using it to be a perv.

“Relax…I can do both.” He lied straight through his teeth as he sucked on your neck harshly.

He kept feeling at your breast—you started to feel yourself getting a bit bothered. He kissed you roughly on your cheek and neck. As you leaned into it until you remembered you weren’t supposed to be giving in to what he wanted.

“Hey-“ you said to him trying to get him to cut it out a bit before you fell in deeper. It was such a horrible attempt you didn’t even want him to actually stop.

“Relax…keep watching the movie.” He said as he kept sucking at your neck harsher and harder. You felt a moan slip from your lips as he smiled.

His hands snaked to your pants slowly pulling them off as you just let it happen. You were flipped onto your back as he rose up.

“I just wanna make it known…” sinister Mark said with a smirk before he pulled off his pants and boxers as fast as he could. You just rolled your eyes knowing he won again.

“You could’ve got up wayyyy after they left, I haven’t been pressing my full weight on you or pressing on you at all since the first movie started.” He said with an absolutely pleased smile on his face. He folded your legs up putting you into a mating press position as he smiled.

“Well I didn’t know that-“ you tried to bicker back before he cut you off

“Oh, you absolutely knew.” He snapped back before rubbing his dick against your pussy.

He was teasing you as you were trying your best not to squirm. You just wanted him to hurry up and put it in but just like Mohawk Mark—he was savoring his time being selfish with you.

“GET ON WITH- NGH!-“As soon as you screamed out at him to hurry up—he pushed himself in. He was acting as if you were being impatient as if he wasn’t holding ur legs up and bothering you with his cock.

“God…so needy.” Sinister Mark said in an annoyed tone as he kept your legs held up as best as he could.

He wasted no time…he was aggressive and fast. He popped into you like a madman not letting up for a single second in his pace.

“Yknow…Ngh…maybe you could get me back..mphm, to my universe..huff…and I could take you there and spoil you rotten Ngh.” Sinister Mark said in a breathy tone. He was trying to persuade you to come home with him…he wanted you all to himself. Selfish just like every other Mark.

“Ngh…no…mphm..thanks for the…offer…” you huffed out in between moans struggling to keep your composure. That man was efficient in his work.

“I wasn’t asking..” he said in a possessive tone as he just started fapping into you harder.

God dammit- you set yourself up with this one. You’d have to deal with that shit later because you were pressed down and getting fucked into your own couch.

You took in his appearance while you had the chance and he was clean just like your mark. Not a scar in sight like on Mohawk mark or Viltrumite mark. You tried to find anything that set him apart from your mark (besides personality clearly)

Your hand shot up to his face as best as it could as it felt around for anything

“Cut it out.” He scowled out as you finally noticed it. He had absolutely sharp canines. Your hand shot into his mouth practically fingering it till he moved it aside

“QUIT!-“ he shouted out breathily as he kept fapping into you harder. You were making it hard for him to focus on his movie. He was such a fucking asshole.

“F…fuck” you moaned out snaking your arm up to his face. He was too distracted looking back and forth at the TV and back to you to see your hand snake up.

You grabbed his neck pulling him in deep for a kiss as you came hard. He fapped into you as deeply as he could one last time before cumming right after you. You two lay on the couch huffing. His head went to yours pressing his forehead against yours.

“I gotta get you home with me…” he whispered as he licked your face as if he was some kind of dog or something trying to taste you.

You just squirmed as you didn’t know how to feel—you didn’t know whether or not you liked it or felt disgusted by his behavior. This was him trying to show some sort of horrible ass affection to you and he wanted to keep going.

Before he could lean in to kiss you again the other marks returned from wherever the hell they went as they stared at you two.

“You mother fucker, you stole my whole flow—I did it first.” Mohawk Mark said in an annoyed tone at sinister mark.

“On the couch… c'mon…” your mark complained as clearly everyone else was getting fucked but him today. (You’d have to fix that later.)

“Selfish.” Viltrumite Mark was being an absolute hypocrite but he didn’t give a damn.

You just looked absolutely bashful and sinister Mark didn’t give a fuck. He was still inside of you—getting out as much cum as he could into you until you slapped his thigh for him to pull out.

He did…reluctantly as he stared at you with a smirk.

“Fucked up your couch…but you can clean that up right?” He said as he pulled himself out of you watching as the cum seeped from your pussy onto your sofa. He gave you an absolutely nasty cream pie before kicking on his underwear and pants and just went back to watching TV as if none of it had happened. You just leaned your head back in embarrassment and exhaustion.

You finally had a grasp on all of their personality’s…

Mohawk Mark was selfish, impatient, and a little sarcastic jackass who didn’t know when to stop. Also was probably the one with the most interesting appearance from top to bottom.

Viltrumite Mark was a clingy and touch-deprived little thing who didn’t know how to be gentle unless you told him to.

And sinister Mark was an absolute asshole who was absolutely possessive. He didn’t give a fuck about what anyone said or felt about him.

One thing they all had in common (even your mark) was being a selfish little fuck. None of them wanted to share and that wasn’t something you could just teach. You just brought your hands to your face before pulling it down.

You had one hell of a time awaiting you—but you were up for it. Once you finally got up from this couch of course.

[prythiansprincess]

HEART ON MY SLEEVE

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🤍 pairing: mattheo riddle x reader.

🤍 song inspiration: friends by chase atlantic.

🤍 author's note: the duality of man. this fic serves both cute, fluffy matty and jealous, possessive mattheo.

For his upcoming birthday, Mattheo Riddle had one simple wish: for his best friends to get along. 

It shouldn’t have been such an ordeal except for the fact that you and Theo absolutely hated each other. If it weren’t for Mattheo, the two of you would have no reason to cross paths. Theo was an arrogant, pompous, quidditch playing prick with a terrible nicotine addiction while the closest you’d come to physical exertion is carrying your weekly stack of books from the library to your dorm. 

Needless to say, you were not a fan of Theodore Nott. You thought he was a bad influence on Matty, while Theo labeled you as the buzzkill, often talking your best friend out of doing things that would either land him in detention or the infirmary. You got the feeling that Theo hated the fact that he had to share Mattheo’s attention with you. Never mind the fact that you were friends with him first. 

The origin of your friendship started long before your days at Hogwarts. The first time you met Mattheo, his father invited you and your parents over at Riddle Manor to celebrate a successful business deal between your families. Even at a young age, you remembered recognizing the coldness and distance in the Riddle household. The elder riddle, Tom Sr., was a stern and unforgiving man who kept his family under his thumb. Tom Jr. played the perfect heir; cool, calm, and collected as he stood by his father’s side. Mrs. Riddle had a severe and somber air about her that sent shivers down your spine as she flashed an empty smile at you. 

Mattheo was different from the rest. There was a warmth to him that radiated outwards, pulling you in with his cheeky dimpled smile and soft bouncing curls. He marched right up to you, bowing at the waist like he was taught to, except he nearly tripped over his feet and gave you a crooked little grin before correcting himself. 

“Hi, Y/N. I’m Mattheo, but you can call me Matt.” There was a mischievous glint in his brown eyes that you didn’t recognize as trouble until much later. “Do you want to play with me?” 

As it turns out, his definition of playing meant chasing each other through the hedge maze out on the manor grounds and absolutely dirtying up your pretty pink dress as you rolled around in the grass. You laid side by side on your backs, giggling as you tucked a flower into Mattheo’s curls. 

“You’re going to get me in trouble, you know,” you stated matter-of-factly as you rolled over on your elbows. “My dress is all dirty.” 

“Don’t worry, we can ask Tom to help us. He knows lots of spells and hexes.” He leaned in conspiratorially, holding his pinky finger out. “But you have to keep it a secret, okay? Can I trust you, Y/N?” 

You hooked your finger through his, not knowing that such a simple secret would forever solidify your friendship. “You can trust me, Matty.” 

In the years that followed, the two of you were as thick as thieves. Most days were spent at either the Riddle manor or your estate, which Mattheo tended to prefer since it provided him reprieve from his father. As of late, his parents had made it perfectly clear that he was expected to follow in his brother's footsteps. Despite it being Tom's first year at Hogwarts, he was already proving to be a gifted and talented wizard. When his father wasn't outright ignoring him, Mattheo was forced to practice hexes and spells that were beyond the knowledge of an eleven year old. Without his older brother to protect him, Mattheo felt the walls closing in in his grand yet inhospitable home.

You were the only silver lining in his otherwise dreary days. Mattheo thanked Merlin that his father allowed visits to your estate. Unlike Riddle Manor, your family home was warm, lovely, and full of life. During the summers, the two of you would venture out to the edge of your property and set up camp at the creek. The sunny days were spent swimming, climbing, and picking flowers from sunrise to sunset. On one particular day, you sat cross-legged on the picnic blanket, absentmindedly picking at the sandwich in your lap. 

Beside you, Mattheo nudged you with his knee. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You blinked, trying to savor the sunshine for as long as you could. “I don’t want summer to end.” 

“We’ll only be apart for a year,” Mattheo said softly, correctly guessing the cause of your apprehension. You weren’t surprised. He always seemed to know what was on your mind. “You’ll be joining me at Hogwarts before you know it. By then, I’ll be an expert so I can show you the ropes.” 

“A lot can happen in a year,” you stated. “What if you make other friends and forget about me?” 

“I might make other friends, but I’d never forget about you. You were my first friend ever. That makes you the most important.” 

You looked up and found yourself face to face with Mattheo’s earnest expression. The corners of his lips tugged upwards as he nudged you again. “Besides, you know I’m going to write to you every week. Now that I’m in the same castle as Malfoy, I can finally crack the great mystery of whether or not he bleaches his hair.” 

“There’s no way that’s natural, right? Maybe Lucius has a special shampoo or something.”

Mattheo grinned and draped an arm over your shoulder. “I don’t know, but I promise to find out for you.” 

“You’ll really write to me every week?” 

“Of course I will,” Mattheo declared, holding his pinky finger out. “You trust me, right?” 

You smiled and hooked your pinkies together. “I trust you, Matty.” 

When the next year finally rolled around, you were so excited that you convinced your parents to take you to King’s Cross at least an hour before your departure. You hadn’t seen Mattheo since the previous summer because his family had been away on holiday in Spain, but he stayed true to his word and wrote to you every chance he got. You loved reading about the friends he’d made, the antics he got up to, and most importantly, the fascinating classes that awaited you at Hogwarts. 

As you passed through Platform 9 ¾, you were nearly knocked off your feet as Mattheo ran full force into you. He had grown much taller since you last saw him, so much so that he now towered over you as he pulled you into a bear hug. 

“Hi, Matty,” you giggled against his chest. 

“Hi, Y/N.” 

Mattheo pulled away, grinning as he tugged at your hand. “Come on, I want you to meet my friends.” 

You looked back at your parents who merely smiled at Mattheo’s excitement. To his chagrin, your best friend remembered to properly greet them and asked if you could board the train early. After much fussing, they eventually said their goodbyes and allowed you to go with Mattheo. 

The first friend that you met was Enzo. He was sweet, if not a little cheeky as he hinted that Mattheo couldn’t stop talking about you all year. Draco and Blaise needed no introduction given that your families were all fairly acquainted ever since you could remember. To your delight, Pansy was amongst the group as well. The two of you used to take ballet together, so it was a relief to have another girl to bond with. The older boys, Tom and Regulus, briefly greeted you before returning to their own cabin. 

Last, but not least, was Theodore. 

Whereas the others welcomed you with open arms, Nott was not as warm in his reception of you. The two of you clashed right off the bat. You weren’t quite sure what the root of your disagreement was. Perhaps it was his snarky comment insinuating that girls couldn’t be proper quidditch fans in reference to your Chudley Cannons scarf, perhaps it was your biting retort that he could stick his misogyny up his arse. Either way, the interaction set the tone for your strained relationship. 

Being sorted into Gryffindor only contributed to the animosity between you as well. Given the longstanding rivalry of Slytherins and Gryffindors, Theo was determined to view you as his enemy. The harder you fought, the harder Mattheo tried to repair the rift. You were the two most important people in his life and he couldn’t stand to see you two tear each other apart. 

For the most part, you tried to grin and bear it. While you couldn’t for the life of you understand how or why he was even friends with someone as unbearable as Theodore Nott, you tried to be civil for Mattheo’s sake. Tried being the key word. With Theo’s snark and your temper, the two of you became known for your infamous fights. Still, it didn’t stop your best friend from trying. 

Over the years, Mattheo concocted countless plots and schemes to get the two of you to bond. If his favorite band was playing in town, he would magically have two extra tickets to bring both you and Theo along. If there was a book release you were dying to attend, Mattheo would invite Theo along to check out the record store next door. If the castle was dead during the weekend, Mattheo would suggest a trio trip to Hogsmeade. 

As much as you cared for Mattheo, your patience only stretched so thin. Without fail, every outing that the three of you went on almost always ended in an argument between you and Theo. 

“I don’t know how you’re friends with both of us, Mattheo,” Theo joked as he gulped down his burger. “I’m fun and Y/N is —”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll stick my fork right through your hand, Nott,” you threatened with a sickly sweet smile. 

The hostility wasn’t anything new, but you supposed that after dealing with it for years and years on end, Mattheo had finally reached his breaking point. 

Your best friend pushed his plate away and sighed. “Let’s just go.” 

You nodded in agreement, gathering your things and following Mattheo’s lead. Theo trailed after, obnoxiously squeezing his way through the door of the Three Broomsticks and letting it close behind him. You yanked it open, nearly pulling the bloody thing off its hinges. 

“How very mature of you. Though I’m not surprised that you don’t know how to hold a door open for a lady.”

Theo looked back, craning his neck behind you. “As far as I’m concerned, there aren’t any ladies around. Just an infuriating little Gryffindor who can’t handle not having the last word.” 

“I’m infuriating?” You huffed, crossing your arms. “Clearly you’ve never suffered through the pleasure of your own company. Spoiler alert, the snarky arsehole bit stopped being funny in third year.” 

“Well, the uptight and bossy bitch bit wasn’t ever funny to begin with.” 

“Enough already,” Mattheo yelled. You reeled back in surprise. Usually, your best friend just let you and Theo fight it out until you both got tired of it, but he wasn’t having it tonight. “You two are the most important people in my life, but you’re acting like bloody toddlers. I’m tired of feeling like I have to choose a side, so either you two find a way to get along or risk losing me as a friend.” 

For the first time since you met him, you and Theo were both stunned into silence. Mattheo took one last look at his closest friends and marched off into the castle without a word. 

The next day, you woke up feeling weary. You hardly slept last night given Mattheo’s ultimatum. Your best friend wasn’t the type to make declarations like that lightly, so you knew he meant it. Especially since he went straight to his dorm without coming over to watch a movie or talk late into the night like the two of you often did. 

The suspicion was all but confirmed when you sat through a particularly awkward and tense breakfast. Mattheo briefly acknowledged you with a nod, not bothering to speak as he cranked up the music on his headphones. As the Smiths crooned, you looked up at Theo who shook his head at your inquisitive glance. You knew that Mattheo had most likely given him the silent treatment last night as well. 

Despite the fact that you and Mattheo had very similar schedules, he managed to avoid you throughout the entire day. By the time the last class rolled around, you knew that he was serious about you and Theo making up. It was a hard pill to swallow. Truly, you’d rather ingest a pill the size of a hippogriff than make amends with Nott, but it wasn’t like you had a choice. You didn’t want to lose Mattheo. 

Deciding to be the bigger person, you went to the one place that you knew Theo frequented. You found him sitting alone in the Astronomy Tower, long legs dangling below him as he smoked a cigarette. Biting back a comment about the death trap pursed between his lips, you cleared your throat. 

“Mind if I sit?” 

Theo tensed as he looked up at you. He wore the sneer that he solely reserved for you, but his eyes were dull and dim. The argument with Mattheo obviously left him feeling lost as well. 

“Do I have a choice?” You glared in response, but took a deep breath to calm yourself. Theo winced. “Sorry. Force of habit. Sit, I guess.” 

Gingerly, you settled in the spot next to him. “It’s bad, isn’t it?” 

“He wouldn’t talk to me last night,” Theo confirmed as he ashed his cigarette. “Just put on his headphones and went to sleep facing the wall.” 

“He’s been avoiding me all day.” 

Theo sighed. “What are we going to do?” 

“Look,” you started, trying to muster up the strength to propose your next statement. “Obviously, we hate each other, but Mattheo’s important to me and I know he’s important to you, too. So for his sake, can’t we just put all this animosity behind us and try to get along?” 

“What exactly does getting along mean?” 

You shrugged. To be honest, you had no idea how to approach the situation, but you figured you had to start somewhere. “I don’t know. Maybe we can grab a bite to eat. Make polite small talk. Try not to strangle each other in the process.” 

“I guess I can do that,” Theo conceded. “Why don’t we go to the new pub in the village? I heard they have fried pickles.” 

You perked up. “You like pickles? I thought I was the only one.” 

“I don’t just like pickles. I love them,” Theo stated. 

“Me too,” you grinned. “Mattheo always gives me his cause he says —”

“They taste like feet,” he finished with a chuckle. 

You nodded, laughing along. “Well, what are we waiting for, then?” 

Theo watched as you stood, smoothing the front of your skirt. You offered a hand out to him, both literally and figuratively. To your surprise, Theo took the peace offering and let you pull him to his feet. 

An hour later, the two of you were squeezed into a tiny booth by the makeshift stage. The pub was lively tonight and nearly packed to the brim, thanks to the happy hour deal on their drinks and appetizers in honor of their grand opening. 

The pickles didn’t disappoint. You ate a good amount, but Theo scarfed the whole thing down like he hadn’t eaten in months. As he finished a sandwich and gulped the meal down with his second butterbeer, you gaped in surprise. 

“Honestly, where do you put it all?” 

Theo patted his stomach, which was unfairly flat and probably housed perfectly sculpted abs despite his eating habits. “I’m a growing boy. I need to eat a lot to offset the energy I expend. Especially when I’m sparring with you.” 

“Oddly enough, I’m flattered by that.” 

“You should be,” Theo quipped. “I’ve never had to put so much thought into insulting someone until I met you.” 

“I bet you were pissed when I took your crown as the sassiest and bitchiest person in our friend group.” 

“I’ve never experienced such heartbreak,” Theo said sarcastically as he placed a hand over his heart. “I mean, to be dethroned by someone who can’t even reach the top shelf in the cupboard was truly the most humbling moment of my life.” 

“Well, you shouldn’t have assumed that I knew nothing about quidditch just because I’m a girl.” 

“I was a dick for that,” Theo admitted. “But I was also twelve. I didn’t even know what misogyny meant. I thought you were describing a disease.” 

You snorted. “Well, the past is in the past. Even though I clearly won that argument, we should put it behind us.” 

Theo rolled his eyes, but clinked his butterbeer against yours. “Cheers to that, Y/N.” 

Surprisingly, you found that you and Theo had a lot more in common than you initially thought. When he wasn’t being a prick, he was actually quite nice to talk to. In a single conversation, you learned more about Theo than you had in years. The two of you possessed a knack for potions, preferred foreign literature, and shared a love for horror movies. 

As the live band went on, Theo mumbled an obscure reference to an eighties muggle band that your mum used to blast when you were younger. 

“I can’t believe they’re covering this song,” you shouted over the music. “I haven’t heard it in years.” 

Theo’s eyes widened in surprise. “You know this song?” 

“Of course I do,” you retorted. “Mattheo says I have the music taste of a divorced country club trophy wife.” 

“You and me both.” 

By the end of the night, you found plenty of common ground with the boy you once thought of as your enemy. It was quite alarming to realize that you hadn’t argued once all night and even more so when you found yourself actually enjoying Theo’s company. Maybe Mattheo was right after all. When you stopped viewing Theo as competition, he was actually not that bad. You now understood what Mattheo meant when he said that you and Theo were more alike than you cared to admit.

On the walk back to the castle, Theo pulled out a spliff but glanced at you before lighting it. “Do you mind if I smoke?” 

“Knock yourself out.” 

The moon was silver and bright against the cloudless sky as the two of you sauntered through the beaten path. You listened to Theo recount Tom’s disastrous attempts at asking Chloe out, all the while giggling to yourself because he was a bigger gossip than you and Pansy put together. 

“Don’t let Tom hear you talking about his love life,” you teased. “He’d probably feed you to his basilisk.” 

Theo grimaced. “Half of Hogwarts would weep at the loss of such a handsome face.” 

“However will we survive without your wit and charm, Nott?” 

He chuckled as he blew a ring of smoke up into the sky. You watched it float before holding your hand out. “Care to share?” 

“I didn’t know you smoked.” 

“Who do you think taught Mattheo how to roll his first blunt?” 

Theo stared in disbelief as you took the spliff, inhaling deeply. You held the smoke in your lungs effortlessly before blowing rings of smoke in quick succession. 

“Damn,” the brown haired boy exclaimed. “Who the hell are you, Y/N?”

You smirked as you tapped the joint. “Someone much cooler than you, Theo.” 

After that night, you and Theo got on more and more. The banter and bickering was still there, but it was more playful now. Mattheo was glad to see his two best friends getting along so well. Since first year, it was all he had ever wanted. 

The days of forcing you two to hang out together was long gone. Now, you were practically as attached to the hip with Theo as you were with Mattheo. 

When Mattheo went up to the Astronomy Tower for a smoke break, he would find you sitting cross-legged across from Theo as he filled you in on the catfight between Lavender and Cho. When Mattheo visited you at the library during his free period, Theo was already there working on his History of Magic homework beside you. When Mattheo arrived at the Great Hall for assembly, he slid into the seat next to Theo as his friend craned his neck to peer at the crowd. 

“Looking for someone, mate?” 

“Yeah, Y/N said she was running late,” Theo answered distractedly. “I saved a seat for her.” 

At first, Mattheo loved the fact that you put your differences behind you and became such great friends like he always knew you would, but as time went along, your best friend noticed that you and Theo were becoming a little too close. 

On one occasion, Mattheo briefly excused himself from the common room party for a smoke only to come back to find you and Theo annihilating Draco and Blaise at butterbeer pong. He walked in right as you made the winning shot, witnessing Theo picking you up and twirling you around as Malfoy stomped off, grumbling something about an unfair play. A cheat of sorts. 

Mattheo couldn’t help but agree. Seeing you in Theo’s arms felt like cheating. The whole thing made him feel strange. It didn’t help that every time the three of you hung out, Mattheo noticed that you and Theo now had little inside jokes and references that he didn’t understand. Being jealous of his best mate was ridiculous, but yet he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that only grew stronger with each passing day. 

As you grew closer, Mattheo felt stranger. One morning, he nearly smashed his muffin to pieces when he saw you wearing Theo’s hoodie. 

“Why are you wearing that?” he asked through clenched teeth. 

You looked down in surprise as though you’d forgotten that you were wearing another man’s clothes. “Oh, I was cold so Theo let me borrow his hoodie.”

Mattheo frowned before pulling his sweater over his head. “Here, wear mine instead. It’s warmer.” 

The gesture was confusing, but you merely shrugged and exchanged Theo’s hoodie for Mattheo’s sweater. “Thanks, Matty.” 

Later that week, Mattheo found you in the stands in your usual spot before the game. He smiled when he saw his number painted on your right cheek. The brief moment of happiness was shattered when you turned and revealed that you had also painted Theo’s number on your left cheek. Mattheo nearly fell off of his broom. He was used to seeing his and only his number on you. First the hoodie, now this? 

The green monster reared its ugly head during the game itself, motivating him to play as brutally as possible. The Hufflepuffs weren’t safe from his rage and neither were his teammates. As he soared around the goalpost, he hurled the quaffle as hard as he could, fully knowing that Theo was within the ball’s radius. Thankfully for him, Theo ducked at the last second before shooting a baffled glance at his friend. Mattheo simply ignored it and kept playing. 

Despite their sweeping win, the bad mood failed to lift. Mattheo frowned as he slipped into the booth next to you, glaring at Theo’s head as the two of them sandwiched you on both sides. Across the table, the rest of the team sipped their celebratory milkshakes. 

The waitress set down a vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate milkshake in front of the three of you. Mattheo watched as you and Theo tasted your drinks before promptly taking out the straw and switching flavors. 

“Told you that you’d like strawberry more,” Theo said with a fond eye roll. 

“But vanilla sounded good.” 

“Everything sounds good at the moment, but you always go back to your favorite.” 

Mattheo clenched his jaw as you stuck your tongue out at Theo before turning towards him. “Aren’t you going to drink your milkshake, Matty?” 

“I don’t really have much of an appetite.” 

“Maybe it’s just the chocolate. Do you wanna try mine?” 

He shook his head, crossing his arms. “No, that’s Theo’s milkshake.” 

“Oh, well if you want the vanilla one instead, I can switch back.” 

Mattheo wrinkled his nose. “No thanks, Theo’s mouth has already been on it.” 

“Consider it a privilege,” Theo butted in. “Most girls and boys at this school would kill to swap spit with me.” 

“I’ll pass.” 

You cocked your head at your best friend, looking concerned. “Are you sure you’re okay, Matty?” 

He nodded rather unconvincingly. “I’m fine.”

As weeks passed, Mattheo only grew more jealous. 

Granted, he was fully aware that he had no right to feel this way given the fact that he had practically pushed you and Theo together, but he just couldn’t help himself. The closer you grew, the more he regretted giving the two of you an ultimatum in the first place. 

Before you became friends with Theo, Mattheo never had to share you with anyone. He realized now how much he had taken it for granted. Your best friend missed the times that the two of you spent alone. He missed having you all to himself. Mattheo was determined to get it back one way or another. 

When Saturday night rolled around, Mattheo made his way up to Gryffindor Tower, glaring at anyone who balked at the sight of him on this side of the castle. After shoving McLaggen out of the way, Mattheo made his way up to the highest turret and let himself into your dorm. 

You were perched in front of the vanity table, swiping your signature cherry lip gloss on in the mirror. Mattheo made himself at home, sprawling out on your bed. He knew you had plans tonight, but he was hoping to convince you to hang out with him instead. Mattheo eyed your dress, his gaze sweeping along the red fabric like a lover’s embrace. You flushed at the intensity of his stare as his brown eyes flickered back up to your face. 

“Why can’t you hang out tonight?” Mattheo asked with a pout. “Are you going on a date? Is that why you’re leaving your best friend alone to perish?” 

You shook your head in amusement before leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t be so dramatic, Matty. I’m not going on a date. Theo and I are just checking out this new band.” 

Mattheo stiffened as you sprayed perfume on your wrists. “Why didn’t you invite me?” 

“Theo did. He said you weren’t interested in listening to country club wife music.” 

While that may be true, Mattheo would’ve gone if he knew you were coming too. “He didn’t tell me he was going with you.” 

“Probably because he knew you’d feel obligated to go,” you responded. “But it’s alright, we won’t make you suffer through it. Theo will keep the creeps away.” 

Mattheo did not like the sound of that. It was his job to watch over you, not Theo’s. Besides, he never thought of it as an obligation. Even if he wasn’t a fan of the music, he loved watching you jump around and have the time of your life. Spending time with you was the only reason why he insisted on coming to every concert. Keeping the creeps away was just an added bonus. 

Now, Theo was taking away both. The realization put him in a foul mood, but he couldn’t let it show. He wanted you to have a good time, even if it wasn’t with him. 

“Okay, but can we at least watch a movie and cuddle when you get back?” 

“We’re going to be out pretty late. I don’t want you to lose sleep because of me. I know you have a Charms exam tomorrow morning, but I promise we can have a movie night tomorrow.” 

Mattheo only nodded as you patted his curls and kissed his cheek again. He watched as you left your dorm, frowning into the mirror as he touched the two cherry gloss marks on his face. 

The kiss prints were already fading, serving as some sort of sick metaphor. 

To your credit, you did make good on your promise on movie night. It had been a while since the two of you hung out alone, which is definitely the only reason why Mattheo felt needier and clingier than usual. While his touchiness wasn’t anything new, he seemed determined to make it obvious to those around you. Especially with Theo. 

During breakfast, Mattheo silently laid his head on your shoulder and placed your hand atop his curls. Across the table, Theo continued gnawing away at his croissant while you told him about the new horror movie that had apparently been banned in twenty countries. 

“I wanna watch it,” Mattheo mumbled as you scratched his head. 

“But you hate horror,” Theo responded. 

“So? I still want to see it.” 

“I’ll ask my mum if she can send me a copy this weekend,” you said as you playfully tugged at his curls. “We can watch it in your dorm, okay?” 

He leaned in, nuzzling against your neck. “Just the two of us?”

“Of course, Matty.” 

Mattheo brightened at that, happy with your response. Perhaps it was petty of him, but he didn’t care. He wanted to send a message. You and Theo could be friends, but he’d always be the most important person in your life. Mattheo was your person, just like you were his. 

The others were beginning to pick up on things, despite his constant denial. It was sort of a moot point anyways, given the fact that he was single handedly proving them right with his actions. Nowadays, your friends would find Mattheo lounging on your lap, wedging himself in the small space on the common room couch just so that he was next to you instead of Theo. 

Every time you went out to Hogsmeade, he’d make a point of holding your hand and carrying your bags. Mattheo would stop mid-conversation and rub your cold hands in his, blowing on your fingers because he knows how cold you get even in the heated pub. 

“Your hands are cold. Let me heat them up, princess.” 

As you blushed, Enzo would shoot Mattheo a knowing look, which he deflected by focusing all his attention on you. Even Tom made a passing comment at all the sickening nicknames Mattheo had taken to calling you lately. 

“Hi, sweetheart. Is this seat taken?” 

“Morning, love. Do you want to go for a walk with me?” 

“Here, give me your bag. I’ll carry it for you, darling.” 

Though his older brother might disagree with his methods, Mattheo was quite convinced that it was working. Until it wasn’t. 

During the last week of December, you and Theo began acting strangely. Every time he walked into a room, the two of you would fall uncharacteristically silent. When he tried to bring it up, you evaded his questions and changed the subject instead. The secrecy didn’t sit well with him. 

After the last class of the day, Mattheo usually walked with you to the library, but every time he tried to find you that week, you had all but disappeared.

“Berkshire, have you seen Y/N?” 

“Oh yeah, she left with Theo a few minutes ago. Seemed urgent.” 

“Did they say where they were going?” 

Enzo shrugged nonchalantly. “No clue, mate.” 

Frustrated, Mattheo walked away before succumbing to the urge to throttle his friend. It wasn’t Enzo’s fault that you and Theo were acting so weird. Throughout the week, Theo would be out of their dorm for hours and hours. Sometimes he wouldn’t even come back until the wee hours of the night. 

When Mattheo checked your dorm, you were also nowhere to be found. He was trying his best not to spiral, but the nagging suspicion that the two of you were hiding something from him was too big to ignore. It was all but confirmed when he caught you sneaking out of the dungeons one night. 

You poked your head out from behind a marble column, watching students pass. Clearly, you didn’t want anyone to know that you were down here. Unfortunately for you, Mattheo had already seen you. 

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” 

His voice startled you, making you jump a step back as you glanced up at him with a nervous expression. “Oh! Hi, Matty. I was just — I was just, um, walking back to my dorm.” 

“I can see that, but what were you doing in the dungeons?’ 

“Just…hanging out…”

Mattheo could feel his blood boiling. “With Theo?” 

You gulped, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, he had my book.” 

“So where is it?” 

“Where’s what?” 

“Your book.” 

“Oh,” you said softly, avoiding his gaze. It was a tell-tale sign that you weren’t being honest. You always looked away when you were lying. “I guess I forgot.” 

“You forgot the thing that you came down here for?” 

“Hm? Did you hear that?” You mumbled, despite the fact that the corridor was silent. “I think Pansy’s calling me. I gotta go, Matty. See you later!” 

Your best friend watched as you sauntered off to Salazar knows where with a frown. Confused, Mattheo walked back to his dorm and found the answer to his dreaded question. As soon as he opened the door, the familiar scent of strawberry and vanilla filled the air. Mattheo felt downright murderous. That was your perfume. He’d recognize it anywhere. 

Mattheo glared at his best friend, who was laying in bed with a book perched on his chest. He eyed the rumpled sheets and Theo’s disheveled hair while trying not to assume the worst. 

“Is that the book Y/N lent you?” 

“Huh? What book?” 

Though he wanted very much to punch his mate’s teeth in, Mattheo restrained himself. “The book she came down here to get.” 

“She wasn’t here for —” Theo closed his mouth before nodding reluctantly. “Oh, right. Yeah. This is Y/N’s book. I should — I should return it.” 

“You’re acting weird, Nott. Both of you are.” Mattheo narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “What the bloody hell is going on?” 

“Blase? Yeah, be right there, mate! I’d love to stay and chat, but duty calls. See you later, man.” 

Theo hightailed it out of the dorm, responding to an imaginary summon. Y/N and Theo. Theo and Y/N. His two closest friends. Sneaking around. Lying to him. Fooling around in his dorm. Mattheo didn’t know how to feel. He was angry, he was sad, but most of all, he was hurt. His girl and his best friend? It was the ultimate betrayal. 

Never mind that Mattheo had spent the past decade denying his feelings for you. Anyone with an ounce of common sense could see that he’d been in love with you since you were children. It was clear as fucking day. 

When Friday rolled around, Mattheo decided that enough was enough. He was going to confront the two of you. After quidditch practice, he followed Theo through the castle. The git buggered off to some dark, secluded area of the school that Mattheo had never stepped foot in. He kept a safe distance, peering around the corner when he heard whispered voices. 

“I’m telling you, he’s getting suspicious,” Theo whispered frantically. “He asked why our dorm smelled like you. I didn’t know what to say, so I bolted!” 

His heart dropped when he heard you sigh in frustration. “For Merlin’s sake, Theo! You couldn’t make up an excuse?” 

“Me? You were the one who got caught sneaking out of the dungeons. It’s not like you’re an expert on stealth, either.” 

“You know I can’t lie to him,” you exclaimed. “I’ve never been able to, ever since we were little. He knows all my tells. But, Theo, he absolutely cannot find out about this!” 

Mattheo didn’t need to hear the rest. His heart had already been crushed into a thousand pieces. He couldn't believe it. The two of you were supposed to be his best friends, yet here you were keeping this terrible secret from him. 

For the rest of the night, he sulked in his room. He was in the middle of brooding while listening to the Smiths when he heard a knock. 

“Piss off!” 

“It’s me.” 

Part of him wanted to send you away, but a bigger part — the stupid, idiotic, part of him couldn’t. With a sigh, Mattheo peeled himself off the carpet and opened the door. Since the secret rendezvous with Theo, you had apparently found time to get dolled up and changed into a pretty party dress. 

Mattheo frowned and crossed his arms. “Theo’s not here.” 

You frowned, cocking your head in confusion. “I’m not here for Theo.” 

He scoffed in response. “You don’t have to lie to me anymore. I know.” 

“You know what, Matty?” 

“I know that you and Theo are…sneaking around. Lying to me. Hooking up behind my back.” 

“What on Godric’s green earth are you talking about?” 

“Don’t try to deny it. I heard you in the corridor upstairs. I’ve had my suspicions all week. The two of you have been acting weird and avoiding me. More than that, you have your own stupid little inside jokes and you take him to concerts and you share milkshakes! Those are things we used to do together, but now you’ve gone and replaced me.” 

“The only reason Theo and I became friends is because you asked us to., Mattheo.” 

“I know that!” Mattheo exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. “I regret it so much. I wanted you to get along, but not like this. Now Theo’s making you laugh and walking you to class and doing god knows what else with you in our dorm!” 

Your features softened as you tried to reach for Mattheo, but he took a step back. “Don’t try to deny it! I know you were in here the night I caught you sneaking out of the dungeons. I could smell your perfume.” 

Realization flooded you all at once. “Are you…are you jealous, Matty?” 

Your best friend crossed his arms and huffed. “Of course I’m jealous! I don’t want you doing any of those things with Theo. You’re my best friend. Mine, not his. I had you first. I loved you first.” 

The confession stunned you into silence. You blinked, processing the information before holding your hand out. “Come.” 

Mattheo looked like he was about to argue, but you just stared at him with determination. “Just come with me, Matty. I promise it’ll all make sense in a minute.” 

The logical side of him wanted to refuse, but he knew it would be futile. Mattheo would’ve ripped his heart out of his chest if you asked him to. You were his weak spot. 

Following you out into the corridor, Mattheo staggered a few steps back as you slipped into the dark and empty common room. With a snap of your fingers, the lights came on and voices echoed in unison. 

“Happy birthday, Mattheo!” 

Startled, Mattheo blinked at the sight before him. The common room was decorated with streamers and confetti, complete with a bright birthday banner that covered nearly half the room. There were tables filled with food and drinks, all of which were his favorites. All of his friends were present, including Tom, who stood to the side with his arms crossed. The pretty blonde beside him — Chloe, the girl Theo swore his brother was in love with — elbowed Tom, who sighed and flashed Mattheo a rare smile. Now that was something he needed to revisit at a later time.

For now, one shocking revelation was enough to deal with.

“Surprise!” You exclaimed beside him as you pulled him into a hug. 

At first, he was too stunned to return the gesture, but eventually he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a bear hug. With everything going on, Mattheo nearly forgot his own birthday, but he knew that you wouldn't. You did all of this. For him. 

When you broke apart, Theo clapped him on the back. “Happy birthday, mate.” Relief washed over his friend’s face as he spoke the words. “Thank fucking Salazar that Y/N pulled this off. Hiding this from you for a week has been absolute hell.”

“So…this is what you two have been up to?” 

You nodded in confirmation. “Mhm, Theo and I spent all week planning it. We wanted everything to be perfect.” 

“But it was hard because you were being such a nosy little git,” said Theo.  

The pieces started to click together. All that secrecy between his two best friends hadn’t meant what he thought it did. “So you two aren’t…you haven’t…you’re not hooking up behind my back?”

You and Theo stared at each other in horror. 

“Ew!” Theo dramatically exclaimed. “Y/N is like my sister. You don’t hook up with your sister. That’s gross.” 

“But I thought…you were hanging out together so much and you had all these jokes and it seemed like…”

“Please,” Theo scoffed. “Anyone with half a brain cell can see that you two are clearly in love with each other.” 

“Surprised you figured it out then, Theo,” you quipped.

The brunette rolled his eyes at you before breaking out into a shit-eating grin. "Wait. Is that why you've been acting like such a twat lately? You thought I was making a move on your girl?" Theo's eyes widened as Mattheo shifted uncomfortably. "I'm right, aren't I? First of all, I'm flattered that you felt threatened by me."

"Threatened is a strong word," Mattheo countered.

"Please, you nearly took my head off with a quaffle." Theo wiggled his eyebrows. "Second of all, I'm quite frankly offended that you'd think I'd ever go for Y/N. I would never break your trust like that."

"I know, I know." Mattheo said with a sigh. "I was being stupid, but for a second I was truly convinced that something was going on between you two. I mean, you've been hanging out so much lately..."

“Matty, do you even know what we talk about when we hang out? You. It’s always about you. You were right that we both have a lot in common. We were just too stubborn to see it, but the main thing that brought us together is that we care about you so much.” 

“Well, Y/N cares for you a lot more,” Theo teased with a smirk. “She’d like to care for you all night long.”

You flushed as deep and red as your party dress. “Oh my gods. Shut up, Theo!” 

“My work here is done. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to hit on that Ravenclaw who looks like she wants absolutely nothing to do with me.” 

“Sorry about him,” you said as you turned back to Mattheo. “And sorry that we’ve been acting so shady all week. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t suspect anything.”

Mattheo chuckled. “Well, consider me surprised.” 

You wrinkled your nose in disgust. “I can’t believe you thought I was hooking up with Theo.” 

With a boyish grin, Mattheo pulled you to his side and kissed your temple. “I’m sorry, princess. Jealousy just got the best of me.” 

“There’s no need to be jealous. If it wasn’t already obvious, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” 

“I’m a bloody idiot.” 

“Yeah, but you’re my idiot.” 

Mattheo beamed and kissed the tip of your nose. “Thank you for doing all of this for me.” 

You smiled softly, cheeks heating as he stared at you with bright, brown eyes. “Course, Matty, I just want you to have the best birthday.” 

With a smile, Mattheo leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your lips. There was something familiar about the gesture, like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place. Kissing Mattheo was as natural as breathing. It felt like coming home. 

“Wish granted, princess.” 

Later that night when he blew out his candles, Mattheo didn’t bother wishing for anything. You leaned into him as he hooked his pinkie through yours, making a silent promise. Even if it took a little jealousy for him to realize it, Mattheo embraced the truth wholeheartedly. You were his person and he was yours. As the flames died out, he smiled.

Mattheo Riddle had no use for wishes now that he had you. 

[scorpioriesling]

omg hey would you please do a bodhi or garrick smut i love your writing

The Sting of Jealousy

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Pairing(s): Bodhi x reader

Warning(s): 18+, mdni, smut

Summary: This is shorter but that’s a-okay; it’s nearly porn without plot, ok? I’ve been writing so much smut lately to prepare for Kinktober — but, this one needed to be published asap. (; Who doesn’t love jealous Bodhi?

SR’s Note: I’ve never written for Garrick sooo I’ll absolutely be taking you up on Bodhi smut because well I love him I’m sorry (i’m not) + tysm for the compliment!! omg

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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“Bodhi…”

His name slips from your lips in a quiet whisper, the sentence dying on your tongue as he kisses up your neck. The light from the dorm room lamp winks out as your eyes flutter closed, the pure ecstasy flowing through your every vein as your boyfriend’s hands continue to wander.

“What’s that, baby?” He coos, feeling rather satisfied with the way he’s pleasuring you. You squint, your gaze taking over every rippling muscle in his back as his lips kiss across your chest more forcefully. You squirm beneath him, his fingers slowly tracing down your exposed stomach and nearing the apex of your thighs.

“I… oh,” You suck in a breath as his middle finger finds your clit, rubbing lightly over the bundle of nerves. He chuckles, low and deep before placing a kiss just beneath your ear.

“Pretty girl,” he mumbles, his fingers slowly moving towards your awaiting core. He slips his middle and ring finger inside, pumping them slowly as you continue to huff beneath him.

“Bodhi… please,” you beg, but he continues to kiss your neck. Air escapes your lungs when you feel his teeth against your neck, biting and sucking softly as he continues to work his fingers into you.

“P-please… oh Gods,” you pant, and he pulls back with a satisfied smirk.

“There,” he says, his fingers slowly slipping out of you. “Now there’s no question who you belong to.”

Another heat wave washes over you — Bodhi was hot, but jealous Bodhi?

Let’s just say you didn’t exactly stop Ridoc’s playful flirting today at training.

“I don’t think it was ever a question-“ you’re cut off as your boyfriend stands, yanking you to the edge of the bed in one swift motion. You squeak as his hand connects with the underside of your ass, his fingers still wet with your arousal.

“You’re right. It wasn’t.” He tosses your legs over his shoulders, baring your aching core to him. His cock is in his hand in seconds, your slick smearing over it a few times before he aligns himself with you.

And slams inside.

“BODHI-“

“You’ll just have to learn the hard way,” he tuts, his fingers wrapping around your throat. He leans in, pulling his dick out of you and thrusting it back in.

“Very, hard way.”

You gasp, the sudden full feeling of his big cock inside of you cooking the band in your lower belly. He continues driving into you, and you struggle to keep quiet.

“B-baby, I… I t-told you Ridoc’s just a friend-“

His hand releases your throat, opting to splay along your jaw instead. A tortured horny expression crosses his face as he stares down at you, his thumb slipping between your lips.

“Don’t ever say another man’s name while I’m fucking you,” he growls, his hips snapping harder against your ass. “If he’s such a good friend, why was he eye-fucking my girlfriend today then, huh?”

You moan, his irritation only turning you on. Bodhi hated when other men flirted with you — so much he could barely control himself sometimes. Today, on the training mat; well, that was certainly no exception.

He grunts as he fucks his long cock into you, his gaze fixated on your bared breasts as they bounce with each minstration. His mouth drops open slightly, a few brown curls falling to his tanned forehead.

You suck, bringing his attention back to your lips. He retracts his finger, and you immediately open your mouth and stick your tongue out flat.

Immediately he groans as his bottom lip catches between his teeth; you knew that move would get him.

“So fucking hot, baby,” he praises, his fingers lovingly tracing along your jawline as his thrusts grow sloppy. You reach down, your fingers playing with your clit as he nears the edge of release.

“Gods… you’re… oh fuck,” he sighs, watching your stomach muscles tighten with the added friction. The coil, red hot inside you, threatens to snap.

“Bodhi… you’re gonna make me cum,” you whine, gazing up at him with your big doe-eyes. He grunts in pleasure, wrapping his hands around your thighs as he thrusts into you a few final times.

He gasps, his cock twitching against your velvety walls as he releases his cum inside of you. This was the final push you’d needed, as you clench around him, milking his dick for all he’s got.

You cry out in pleasure, slightly trembling as your orgasm rolls through you. He pants, his fingers tracing up and down your thighs as he watches you come down from your high. Only catching your breath for a moment, he pulls out — the sudden emptiness bringing a pout to your lips.

He leans over, kissing your lips with all the love he has for you. When he pulls back, you can only grin at him. Your boyfriend— only yours.

“You just remember that next time another guy sets his sights on you.”

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[harrysfolklore]

carlos sainz masterlist

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little bitch universe:

little bitch: yn piastri and carlos sainz absolutely hate each other. carlos thinks she’s immature, yn calls him a little bitch on social media. they also kiss every now and then

still a little bitch: yn piastri and carlos sainz don’t hate each other anymore, but she still calls him a little bitch

additional blurbs:

little champion bitch: carlos wins the mexico grand prix

one of us: reyes' birthday party

mama piastri: carlos meets nicole piastri

ridiculous: carlos pretends to be yn's boyfriend

worried: carlos gets scared when yn gets hurt

blubble wrap: yn gets protective over oscar's broken rib

therapy: oscar sees something on carlos' phone

carlos x2: bonding with carlos sr

i hope you never leave my side: carlos last dance with ferrari

wisdom: piastri sis gets her wisdom teeth removed

social media aus:

red: carlos is dating a singer who's 9 years younger than him, and it's all good until it isn't

blurbs:

the carlos sainz roast: it's carlos' 30th birthday and what a better way to celebrate it than roasting him.

carlos sainz being hopelessly in love: a compilation: carlos sainz can’t help but talk about his girlfriend whenever he cans, fans make compilation videos about it

secret: carlos has been keeping his relationship secret for 6 months. the world has no idea that he's dating an a list actress

[xo-cod]

someone asked for it but the ask got deleted so here it is again :)

bodyguard!simon x popstar!reader

absolutely hated you in the beginning. only tolerated you because price had given him this responsibility and because the pay was decent. otherwise he was just a shadow with one worded responses and grunts towards whatever you said.

used to manhandle you whenever you used to walk slow, pulling you along with a tut and a roll of his eyes. you couldn't really see his face since he still wore his balaclava but his face was definitely screwed up behind it

the loud cheering becomes jarring to him the first few times, he's not used to this environment and there's been a few times where his hands have sprung to his gun ready to unload hell onto a poor excited fan who wanted a signature

but the more time he spends with you, the more he warms up around you. he even knew time brought you on base for when he needed to grab something quickly and you ended up meeting his team members

gaz and soap are basically #1 fans fr. the fact that you're friends with their favourite musicians makes them fanboy, your life is so exciting and they always want to know the latest gossip.

simon watches on unamused but secretly feeling a certain way when he sees you speaking happily with his friends

the dances you have with your backup dancers make simon so jealous ‼️‼️ the way your hips sway with theirs, the way their hands are across your waist, the tight outfits, god he has to physically restrain himself from ravishing you

he watches on with his jaw clenched, body rigid as his eyes feast upon your body like treasure. even through the thousands and thousands of people there, you'll always feel the burning of his eyes on you

and when your eyes meet him on a special part of a song, he's literally entranced by you. his breath held and he feels vulnerable, despite the millions of people there. when you're singing to him, it's to him

his praise to you is usually a nod of his head and a "good" but the more you both grow closer, the more you notice how touchy he can become and the more praise that falls from his lips (though it still can sound a little cold only because he feels awkward and doesn't think you need his reassurance that you're doing a good job)

"wear this pretty number f'me" when you both become super close, he likes it when you wear his favourite outfits. he'll hand them to you offering no explanation, only that it looks really good on you. secretly admiring you on stage when it glimmers and shimmers against the light because you look so beautiful

secretly has a few pictures on you on stage where you look so beautiful, he can't help but flick through them at the dead of night when he's alone.

will also secretly heart and save the videos on a private account of all the fan edits of you and him (a cliche but i like them 🤭)

will definitely notice the little skulls you have dangling from your outfit/jewellery and he smiles to himself, it's like an easter egg no one could guess

begged him to make an insta and after much reluctance and pleading he finally did.

he gained followers very quickly, his dm's full of people wanting to thirst over him to his workout routine

but you're the only one he follows <3

yes, he's also fallen victim to stalking your page and looking at old boyfriend with a smug and annoyed look

you got papped one time with the initials SR♡ on your necklace and it went crazy popular. everyone trying to figure who the mystery person was.

but simon looks on in pride, he might be called ghost to everyone else but between you both he'll always be your simon riley. a secret no one could know <3

cue soap and gaz screeching at the paparazzi pictures, having called on the whole thing when ghost was assigned to you in the first place

[stargildedskies]

Hi I hope you are doing fantastic today

I would like to request letters J and M for Rick flags Sr when ever you get the chance thank you so very much enjoy your day

Hi, my love! I'm having a stressful week, but here’s some Rick Sr. to make it better. I'm still so feral over him whoopsie

✨NSFW 18+ MDNI✨

Original post here! I am still taking requests 🤭

J: Jack off

Before he fell for you, Rick was very used to lonely nights spent with his own rough hands. Now you've ruined him, absolutely spoiled him rotten with your soft, warm body and perfect cunt that flutters so greedily around his thick cock….. Fuck, Rick absolutely loathes the idea of masturbating when he could be balls deep inside of you.

However, masturbation can be a cruel necessity when he's deployed for an extended period of time. Rick will inevitably dream of you and wake up alone in a cold bed with a raging boner that strains desperately against his boxers. When that happens, he's cursing and muttering under his breath as his hand starts to slip under his waistband to relieve the near-unbearable ache…. but he pauses for the briefest moment with an audible groan. His tip is so plush and swollen, cock shaft twitching as it begs to nuzzle into your wamth, but you're hundreds of thousands of miles away. Goddamn he hates to see his cum wasted. It takes a few seconds, but Rick finally gives in and palms his shaft roughly, moaning inwardly because his sticky cum will be trickling down his own fingers, not stuffed into you :(

M: Motivation

Domesticity. Rick is a whore for you when he comes back from a mission to a warm, comfortable house that you've genuinely made into a home. He hasn't had anything besides a bachelor apartment in so long and it makes him a little feral. Wear his t-shirt and nothing else while you cook for him and he's going to bend you over the counter and have you for dinner instead.

[rightwheretheyleftme]

Do certain Katara fans even like Katara at this point?

This is a viral post on Twitter with +100 retweets, it was posted by a famous Kataang acount. As you can see, the ‘lame idiot’ character in the meme likes The Southern Raiders, Katara in FN clothes, and the Fire Lady Katara headcanon.

I’m not going to add to the Fire Lady Katara discourse because I honestly don’t care- but why would a Katara stan belittle the SR episode? Genuinely, what is there to dislike?

Southern Raiders is one of Katara’s finest moments. She gets to pour out all of her righteous anger and be unapologetic about it, without having to mother or take care of anyone. She seeks retribution not only for herself but for all of the victims of the genocide in her tribe. She displays more maturity than 99% of the characters in this show when she rejects the eye-for-an-eye ideology but denies Yon Rha any absolution. She stands proudly and proclaims herself as the last southern waterbender without any fear. By the end of the episode, Katara has formed her own ideology, which she states succinctly:

Aang: You did the right thing. Forgiveness is the first step you have to take to begin healing.

Katara: [Rises from boardwalk.] But I didn't forgive him. I'll never forgive him. [Smiles at Zuko and walks up to him.] But I am ready to forgive you.

Katara doesn’t believe in blanket forgiveness. She doesn’t need to forgive her abuser to move on and heal. However, she will see the goodness in people who work to better themselves.

To see a Katara stan reject this episode and mock it is perplexing to me. I understand that everyone has different tastes- but if you think that liking Katara in TSR is for idiots, do you even like her?

Now onto a less important point: Why is Katara in her FN clothes in the ‘idiot’ side of the meme? Katara loved those clothes! Look how excited she was to wear the silk robe, she was giddy with enthusiasm! And even after they stop disguising themselves, she continues wearing them. Again, why would a Katara stan hate this part of her character? She clearly likes those clothes. Let this girl enjoy her pretty flowy robes.

[melikedraw]

Hiiii! Anon of The Short!reader is back! What are your thoughts on the Kengan boys? Who you think is more prone to accept having/adopting children and Who are the less prone to do so?

Kengan men and their thoughts on children

Since you didn't specify on any specific characters, I'll just pick my favs lol

Feel free to request any character that I didn't include

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Gaolang Wongsawat

- having kids would be your choice

- would not be keen on having children, and is satisfied with a family of two, you and him

- if you happen to bear a child after having sex with him, he will let you decide on whether you want to keep it or not

- he's very busy and has a pretty dangerous job, and knows that he would not be as present as he wants to be for his child, worries a lot about it

Saw paing

- kids, so many kids

- lots and lots of kids

- in his village he's pretty popular with the children for being fun and awesome in general

- that led him to love children, he probably always wanted to be a dad too

- he would want 3-5 kids imo

Tokita ohma

- do not give him kids. He can NOT be trusted (he will drop them on purpose)

- but if you two somehow end up with a child, he will be there for them

- at first he'd be all "ugh, what's with this ugly dumb brat." But soon enough he'll be obsessed with the kid

- he gives off girl dad vibes, probably can't say no to his little princess

- if he has a boy, he'd probably train em up to be a warrior and treat them like how Niko treated him (bros gonna feed his kid bugs /srs)

Kanoh Agito

- would secretly like the thought of having kids, would want to give them the childhood he never had

- like gaolang, he also worries about how difficult it'll be to split his time between work and his kid

- it gets easier after he quits though

- y'all would go on road trips together

- he's also one of those dads that can't say no to their kid

Hatsumi Sen

- he leaves for the milk

Kure Raian

- trains them into a warrior

- he will not accept kids that aren't blood related to him (gotta keep that kure bloodline going)

- kid probably hates him

Kureishi Mitsuyo

- absolutely wants kids

- girl dad vibes from him as well

- will probably be the best dad out of all of them, he's good with kids, but also knows how to be firm

- keep your eyes peeled though because he'd definitely bully them (just a little bit)

[stone-stars]

happy 6 years of naddpod everyone <3 (alt title: the dragon pussy podcast making me cry for 6 minutes straight)

Transcript:

Mee Maw: That's true, but… there's also somethin' else. Murph: And you see she pushes her cloak to the side, and you see she has black scabs-- Caldwell and Jake: Oh, no! No no no! Moonshine: Oh, Melora! Murph: --and deep crick rot all over her chest and neck.

Marabelle, weakly: Jolene? I-- I didn't realize I was gonna get to-- say I was sorry. Moonshine (pretending to be Jolene): Thank you, of-- of course you're forgiven! I love you so much! You're my big sister!

Melora: You're not cursed. You were born like this.

Hardwon: (desperately) Gemma? Gemma? Gemma wake up. Gemma baby. Hey. Murph: You see she's-- she's-- she's cold and dead. Hardwon: Fuck!

Balnor: I couldn't help them. I can barely swing a sword. Alanis: There's a war coming, and everyone needs to fight. Even old men who don't know how.

Beverly, crying: No, he's-- he's my light. He's my Pelor! He always was! I strayed!

Bev Sr: You tell her the truth, Bev. You tell your mom that I died in the Feywild. Beverly: (crying) You know I'm bad at lying. Bev Sr: It's not a lie, Bev.

Deadeye: Yeah, I know I'm down a hand. And an eye. And a life. But I got a soul, and a family. And I finally know which is worth more.

Deadeye: I hate to think about what woulda happened to me, but maybe more I hate to think about who I still would've been if I had never met you.

Rosa: JV, I can't-- I can't find my lantern. JV: Aw, well look at that? There's a lantern right here. Rosa: Are you sure that's mine? JV: Yeah. Yeah, I'll-- I-- I'm gonna go look for mine.

Hardwon: --interpretation. I-- I-- Moonshine: Hardwon, I really don't want you to want to die, because I want you to live so much and I don't want to be alone in that feeling.

Lydia: Elias, is that you? Hardwon: It's uh-- It's still little Elias. You saved the child, ma.

Lydia: I don't know what I've been these past few years, I don't know what I've been these past few decades. But I want you to know that when I was your mother that... you were wanted.

Murph: Somebody who felt they could never have a child… um, is holding their child. Moonshine: I-- I didn't want to need you, dad, but… now that you're here… it-- it's kinda nice.

Murph: Your father has given you... a strategy guide on how to beat him. Caldwell: I have to look away so that the tears don't ruin the pages.

Beverly: (tearful) I don't want to go. I don't want to go. But I have to. It's my duty. I have to do this. Moonshine: Okay, youngin, I want you to know. I will love you whatever you choose to do. But, here's my two cents: A child has a duty to his father, but a hero has a duty to the world. Now, I've got my opinion of which you are. But it's time for you to decide.

Bev Sr: Thanks, Bev. I always-- I knew I could make the deal, because I knew you'd stop me.

Moonshine: (tearful) I-- I've been wanting to tell you about this for so long, and I just didn't get a chance to. And I don't know if I will, so I just wanted to make sure I told you.

Moonshine, crying harder as she goes on: Paw Paw. You are… You are my best friend. And you are the best part of me. (sobs) And I am so grateful. For-- (sobs) the fact that so much of our lives have been braided together. But… where I'm going, next-- after we beat Thiala, which we will-- you can't come, mmkay? So I just need to make sure that you are taken care of, and I need to make sure that you take care of some people, okay?

Pendergreens: This time, you picked me up. And you were nice to me for no reason.

Pendergreens: If when you come back... if I'm different? Moonshine: Mhm? Pendergreens: Just, remember me as I am now. 'Cause I like who I am when I'm around you.

Death: I will take everything from you-- Hardwon: Quit pointing at people! Death: --until you come with me. Hardwon: Ok-- I'll go! I'll go. Beverly: Hardwon, no! Hardwon: Bring her back, and I'll come. Bring her back.

Lydia: All my life, people told me what I had to be. You don't have to be anything other than what you are.

Lydia: I think you should talk to your friends. Not because you owe them an explanation, but because you deserve to be heard.

Melora: Beverly. Beverly: Yes? Melora: I wish you could grow up in a normal world, but the Gods have not blessed you with a normal life. You are… afflicted with duty. Things thrust upon you far beyond your years.

Melora: The world should have protected you, but you have been asked to protect it. What an honor, what an injustice.

Moonshine: How long do Half-Elves live? Mee Maw: You talkin' bout Hardwon? Moonshine: I mean-- It's on my mind.

Moonshine: I guess, if I'm being honest, I don't know what it's gonna be like to know Bahumia without Hardwon Surefoot. (tearful) And there's a part of me that doesn't want to find out what that feels like.

Moonshine: There is something sour I probably need to swallow, though. It is-- There's people you meet that are once in a timeless body lifetime kinda people, right? Mee Maw: Oh, yeah. Moonshine: Okay. Mee Maw: And you keep 'em with ya. Moonshine: Okay.

Moonshine: (crying) It's okay, Balnor. Like all the most powerful things in this world, I knew I was only borrowing you.

Hardwon: Moonshine, when-- When I left Irondeep, I-- I didn't know where I fit in. And then I met you, and you didn't just let me in. You brought me in, and you thought I was good.

Balnor: I hope that you all get to leave this world with the same comfort that I had: knowing that it's in good hands. I love you. Murph: "Your knight, Balnor."

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

WOOIN'S LOVE LANGUAGES (srs relationship edition)

➷QUALITY TIME

Wooin isn't a guy to waste his free time on someone who doesn't matter nor mean anything in his life. So when he spends time with you doing nothing special but just listening to you yapping about your day or him being the one yapping about whatever he wants or maybe him playing video games in his phone while you're cuddled up to him and watching, it could only mean one thing.

Honestly, he likes having you around even if you two aren't doing anything. Maybe just hanging out at the park, or maybe he would come over at your house just because, you two minding your own businesses but enjoying each other's presence at the same time - these are common in your relationship with him.

But of course he likes chatting with you in those moments too or when you're painting his nails for example, he might even agree on doing skincare with you, or just eat with you while you two are watching a movie. He loves doing anything fun with you.

Quality time would be his way of comforting too tbh. Like have you seen how he left the house, went to meet up with Joker just to listen to Joker's depressive rants? Yeah, he would show up for you like that too. He's better at giving advice than offering comfort words though..

And my god, taking you on dates? He sure loves that. Whether it's the restaurants, cafes, aquariums or absolutely whatever you and he wants. I think his fav would be amusement parks especially if you two are sitting at those scary rides haha.

Wooin hates solitude so he tries to be with his friends or you as much as he can! Pls make sure this silly people traumatizer won't get lonely(*´▽｀)ﾉﾉ oh oh! He would take you to meet his friends btw (Sabbath ofc)!

➷PHYSICAL TOUCH

Now listen, he does like physical touch. Throwing his arm around your shoulders, holding your hand, maybe waist too - he ain't shy, you know.

But it's not his main love language. He doesn't truly express what he feels by touches alone. He thinks of physical touch as...intimacy, rather than a way to show you something. He likes teasing you with it though, maybe grabbing you by ur waist and observing how flustered you get.

I think he likes when you trace his tattoos with your finger. Sometimes it even makes him shiver but not in the bad way.

He likes kisses too, especially unexpected ones. I think he'd be the type of guy who would grab your chin and kiss you like that, or when you're least expecting it and he just leans it and plants a kiss. Don't blame him, he can't get over catching people off guard.

He'd throw his arm around your shoulders or hold your waist whenever he'd get jealous or competitive, especially in the bars. He's not truly expressive with physical touch but these times? Oh he's definitely giving the message.

As I said, he likes spending time with people he holds dear to his heart. So he definitely wouldn't mind physical touch, no. This guy is a tease and knows how and where he should place his hand, he knows where you love it. On your thigh? He's squishing it. Your waist? His hand is already there. Maybe your hand if you're romantic one and he would have his fingers Intertwined with yours.

But honestly, his love languages depend on his mood. If he's in the good mood then he would be more touchy, would spend time with you more productively, would buy you more things, would just do more in general yk. If he's in the bad mood, I can see him still being physical but he'd mostly keep himself from being overly touchy. He won't mind if you'll hold his hand or maybe much more physical activities.

I don't think I need to talk about what happens in bed, even though things get very physical there :;(∩´﹏`∩);: but I'm sure people have an idea what he would be like and whether he likes these type of physical activities or not (he does).

➷ACTS OF SERVICE

Again, depends on his mood╥﹏╥ but I feel like acts of service would be his love language. I mentioned that he's most likely to offer you advice instead of comfort words and looking at how he's usually the one helping out his crew members, giving them advice and basically being their mom, that could reach his relationship too. So yes, you can safely expect act of service from him.

He's definitely the type to walk you home or give you a ride. I mean, why else does he have that cool ass car, hm? Especially at night, I don't think you'd get to walk to ur house urself cuz he would give you a ride or walk you home.

When you get wasted at clubs, again he would be the one to take you home but also take care of you like giving you painkillers, holding ur hair if you throw up. He'd kinda scold you for drinking so much（┬┬＿┬┬）

If you're shy or anxious, he'd be the one ordering food from waitress/waiter and do all the talking in general.

Pulls you behind him when situation is getting serious, like if some guy suddenly gets overly aggressive and is about to fight, you're definitely staying behind him and protected.

I feel like, if you are new to cycling and all, he'd check if your helmet is tied correctly because, you know, it's dangerous to ride when your helmet isn't tied correctly.

Holds your drinks, bags and all if he notices you're struggling. Or just silently take shopping bags from you even if you don't struggle.

Oh and he's always the one that pays! I don't think he would believe in "50/50" or that girl has to pay. Not like you will but hey, at least he willingly pays for anything! Doesn't mean he won't complain if you buy too much or something genuinely stupid like Hyuk's furry rabbit costume.

Feel like at some point he would track ur menstruation cycle😭he has to make it easier for him if you two are living together(*´▽`)ﾉ

➷GIFT GIVING

On daily days, the gifts you're getting from him are lollipops. Be thankful if he gives you spare one instead of his own to share indirect kiss or whatever his moody ass tells him.

He's definitely not the type to buy you bouquets of flowers, chocolates and YSL heels every day, in fact that's rare for Wooin, heck he might not really do it. If you want them, then sure.

I feel like he'd buy you something that you could match him with. Matching color outfits? Hell yeah!! Matching bracelets? Sure if you wanna.

Does buying you pads count as gift giving or act of service?🥲

I think most of the stuff he would gift you would be customized because he seems to like customized stuff. (His bike, his glasses??)

And hell yeah all ur clothes would be expensive thanks to him. Gucci? Valentino? YSL? Chrome Hearts? Say less( ͡°з ͡°)

But he's not that booktok rich typa guy that spoils his wife cuz she's breathing. Wooin ain't like that. Gifts from him are definitely not daily, they can be random but mostly on important dates.

Words of affirmation? What's that? Forget that cuz that's definitely not in this list, not for Wooin Yoo.

[mymoshangthoughts]

aight so

moshang modern reincarnation au

so in their og life, things didnt go that different from pidw. obvs airplane's behavior was a lot different from og!qinghua, but he straight up just didnt know the key to survive as mobei jun's minion. basically, og!qinghua woulda prolly died even if he WAS a super great and loyal servant due to the circumstances. and airplane wasnt even a super great and loyal servant. without the foreknowledge that crossing mobei jun would be an absolutely fatal affair, he just did whatever he thought maximized his chances for survival. he had no reason to think that mobei jun would be a more dependable ally than an entire fucking sect, absolutely no reason to like mobei jun despite the frequent beatings, no reason to have a nuanced understanding or sympathy for demons, and no foreknowledge that there would be an upcoming war. he did sorta try to play both sides, kinda looking for who had the best thighs to cling to. he DID have a 'onesided' affection for mobei jun, but he also understood that his feelings were irrational, the violent demon clearly hated his guts, and even if he did have a chance there was no future for demon/human relationships. so he was too hyper logical to surrender himself to those feelings and never admitted to them

meanwhile mobei jun also did develop feelings for airplane, but he never found a way to express those feelings that airplane understood. to top it off, airplane being generally disloyal and duplicitous was a srs trigger for all his uncle issues (someone else who he'd loved so dearly and who had betrayed him at every turn)

so eventually it comes to mobei jun killing shang qinghua. they're both really fucking upset about it. airplane bc he'd like not to die, thank you, but also bc having the guy you like murder your ass is a special breed of heartbreak. mobei jun feels he has no choice, but after the deed is done, he's completely broken over it and is felled in battle not long after. it's debatable whether he was distracted by heartbreak or just no longer cared to protect his own life

SO reincarnation

modern times, the convenience of the internet, and demons are now a thing of myth. airplane doesnt have any memories of his past life persay, but he does have dreams and kinda faint memories, that he chalks up to his own overactive imagination. it seems like it'd make for a great story, so he starts jotting down stuff he remembers to use in a novel. the novel isnt really accurate to his memories, but a lot of the core events remain the same

mobei jun remembers but doesnt really believe it. his memories are a lot clearer than airplane's, but it still feels like remembering a dream. he's not even in denial, he's honestly never even considered the possibility that the incongruent memories are of a past life. it's too fantastical for starters, with demons and cultivators and all sorts of crazy nonsense, so even tho he can fairly clearly remember an entire other lifetime, he kinda just dismisses it and ignores it

especially because he hates remembering the end bits. the sharp pain of murdering a person he loved really fucks with him. but also he doesnt even really relate to the feelings of his past-life self. to him, a human who grew up with human rules and human logic, he has a "ofc the dude would hate you and backstab you, you're literally a domestic abuser???" type of reaction to a lot of the nonsensical demonic culture nonsense. due to the emotional disconnect of being unable to relate to his demonic past life, it's even harder for him to consider that person as himself. if he were really pressed to explain the events he remembered, he'd prolly assume "some dumb cartoon i watched as a kid maybe". the emotions are still sharp and painful, but he's filled with ridicule for his own past actions. also just generally "ya know, if you loved him, WHY MURDER HIM IDIOT??" bc mobei jun has no appreciation for tragic irony

anyway, one day mobei jun starts hearing about a new popular webnovel and he's not that much of a reader of this specific genre, but he starts hearing lil snippets that sound like his own memories and he's like "oh maybe this is the novel that im remembering" except when he looks it up, it's way too new for it to be that. so now mobei jun is thinking plagiarism and he's kinda hellbent to figure out which work this "airplane" asshole was plagiarizing but now he really can't find anything anywhere.

which doesnt make sense. he remembers a lot of the events within this novel SO CLEARLY and has for the majority of his life, but no matter how hard he searches, this novel seems to be the only source of those familiar plot lines

so he's gotta read the whole thing, right? figure out some clues? maybe send some comments calling the author out on his plagiarism to see if he cracks?

and look, it's really not THAT important, but somehow mobei jun just can't let this go. especially when the novel starts distorting events. IMPORTANT events. like shang qinghua in the novel is just way more of a scummy villain aND IT WASNT LIKE THAT AT ALL

mobei jun has gone his whole fucking life thinking of shang qinghua as some sort of tragic character who suffered until he broke, someone who was beaten by the man who loved him before being murdered by that same man, and now THIS ASSHOLE is painting shang qinghua as this two-dimensional canon fodder villain. and mobei jun's character has also gotten a serious glam up??? LIKE THE NOVEL IS ACTUALLY FRAMING THE MURDER AS A GOOD AND RIGHTEOUS THING THAT MOBEI JUN DID???? mobei jun is a beloved sidekick of the main character and basically gets presented as constantly cool and cold and smart and THAT'S ALL WRONG, THIS STUPID AUTHOR CLEARLY DIDNT UNDERSTAND MOBEI JUN'S CHARACTER AT ALL!!! mobei jun was stupid and scared and traumatized and lashed out in dumb ways and lost to his own pride all the damn time and never bothered to understand human courting rituals or grasp they might be different than demon courting rituals and died pathetically becuase he never bothered to understand himself properly AND BASICALLY KILLED HIMSELF BC HE COULDNT HANDLE LIFE W/O SHANG QINGHUA, WHY THE FUCK WAS THIS FUCKER HAVING MOBEI JUN SHRUG OFF THAT PIVOTAL MOMENT LIKE IT MEANT NOTHING TO HIM?!?! DIDNT HE UNDERSTAND HOW AGONIZINGLY PAINFUL IT HAD BEEN?! WHAT KIND OF GARBAGE FANFICTION IS THIS?! THIS FUCKING HACK OF AN AUTHOR!!

so maybe, just maybe, mobei jun has started to get into fights with the author. arguing about interpretations of his characters and stupid decisions and basically known in the forum as "that one really weird shang qinghua stannie who srsly woobified that canon fodder villain". other people fight him too, but mobei jun is primarly focused on This Fucking Author

airplane, meanwhile, is FURIOUS over this mobei jun hater that keeps cropping up in his comments. look. he's not about to ban the guy. he drums up good drama with his STUPID comments and also hater money is as good as anyone elses, but airplane isnt used to having a person try to bash his fav. mobei jun is... special. and he's not gonna have this twobit virgin of a creepy shang qinghua fan DARE to besmirch mobei jun's name and he will make as many alts as he needs to win this argument! but also he's willing to get the word of god involved! fuck it! he'll revive shang qinghua for a chapter just to have mobei jun kill the weasel again!

and look, neither of them are being sane about this, but they just feel Really Impassioned about their opinions oki

so next hmmm

A) meet at a con (either a signing or w/o knowing who the other is)

B) meet in real life, maybe at work or something (def w/o knowing who the other is, mobei jun is his boss? lol) and start developing feelings for each other irl while maintaining a strong hateship online

C) meet in dreams bc their souls are too interconnected, but only in their past life forms so they still can't recognize each other irl. but now theyre playing out fantasies together in the dream world

im indecisive LOL

[scorpioriesling]

Hate Loving you

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Pairing(s): Xaden x reader

Warning(s): smut, mdni, 18+, nsfw, light angst, fluff

Summary: Your usual routine with your sworn enemy becomes a little more complicated as time passes... especially when an arranged marriage is on the table.

SR’s Note: Um... enemies to lovers? We love it? @sheblogs had a great idea for a part 2 to this story, so here it is! I'd reccomend reading part 1 first, so you're all caught up. Hugs and kisses! xo

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @bookofriverr @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @paintedbyshadows @freakishfandomfiend @littleemissperfecttt @loveofmychips @bodhidurrans (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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Love Hating You

Basgiath was colder than you'd imagined; so cold infact, your warm breaths could be seen before you, small wisps of steam against the bitter winter air.

You followed closely behind the king, taking two steps to keep up with his one. The group was silent, walking in uniform formation -- so silent that you were sure the others would hear the racing of your heart, if you were not careful.

"Halt!" King Tecarus raised a hand. Everyone immediately stopped, waiting for the next direction. The King turned, signaling for the few soldiers to enter first.

"I want the trained to enter with me," he announced, then motioned to the other half of the group. "The rest of my counsel will meet with the principal, as well as a few trusted advisors to discuss our trade agreement."

Everyone nods and begins on their way. You look to the King, quickly approaching him before he can turn to walk away.

"And for me, Sir?" You asked. He turned sharply, his familiar frown greeting you in answer.

"You're headed down to the artillery room," he says matter-of-factly. "Isn't that why you demanded to come?"

You nodded, trying your best to convince him and yourself of your role here.

"Absolutely sir," you said, nodding in salute. He relaxed a little, giving you a pat on the shoulder.

"There's a reason I allowed you to come, and not Catriona." He said softly. Your throat bobbed, registering the implication. You'll get the job done, he seemed to say. My neice wouldn't.

With that, you assured him you'd see to it that all of the weapons were delivered, and went on your way.

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The artillery room was packed when you got there. Men scrambled from box to box, unloading empty wooden crates and piling machienery onto the backs of Cordyn's armored trucks. You looked from box to box, ensuring all weapons were delivered in full. Once verified, the trucks departed, making their way back to Krovla.

Your brow furrowed as you approached the last truck. You seached the boxes, realizing a few weapons were missing. Groaning, you turned to the attendant nearest you -- a dark haired male with tanned skin. You nearly did a double-take; the striking resemblance between him and Xaden was...

"Hey!" You called, approaching him quickly. He turned to look up at you, pausing his current unboxing task and placing his hands on his hips. His cheeks were flushed red, likely from the bitter cold. He sniffled before answering you.

"Can I help you?" He said. You gestured to the last remaining truck, brows raising in question.

"Uh, yeah," you said matter-of-factly. "The last truck. We're supposed to have three boxes of long blades -- there's only one in there."

He looked plainly at you, his eyes cataloging every one of your features. Your brows narrowed, and you opened your mouth to demand an explaination but he beat you to it.

"I was told that truck was to recieve only one box," he explained calmly. You laughed humorlessly, folding your arms across your chest.

"Yeah, that makes sense -- we can supply an entire army with just one box," you said. The male shrugged, shaking his head.

"I just do what I'm told."

"Yeah?" You asked, steppikng closer. "And, who exactly is telling you, huh? Becaused my orders come directly from the King, and he specifically said-"

"Y/N," he said, his eyes widening. "You're Y/N... aren't you."

You paused your rampage, your brows knitting.

"Yeah, and?"

The male laughed, dropping his head as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. When he looked up at you again, there was pure delight in his eyes.

"I've been told a whole lot about you," he said slowly, grinning like a child on Christmas. "You're the girl he's so crazy about." You started to get angry, wondering who the Hell was walking around this place talking about you of all people.

"Oh really? And, may I ask what exactly you've heard?"

He shrugged. "Good and bad. Mostly good, I guess, though my cousin's judgement is sometimes questionable-"

In that moment you lunged for him, grabbing him by the shirt collar and bringing his face inches before yours. His eyes flew wide in surprise.

"Ow! Hey-"

"Who. Is. This, Cousin?" You asked lowly. The brunette simply gulped, and you fisted his shirt tighter. "WHO?"

"Okay! Okay," he relented, holding his hands up in surrender. "His name is Xaden -- you know him? Xaden Riorson?"

Your blood ran cold, and in that instant you dropped the kid. No wonder they looked so much alike -- they were related.

You should've known. Should've known you'd run into something like this.

Behind you, the truck's engine revved, preparing for departure. Surely, the King would reem you for not getting all the supplies negotiated for -- but now, you knew who was responsible for it.

You stormed out of the area, pushing past anyone who got in your way. Most of the males in the room gave you odd looks as you thundered past -- you didn't care. There was only one objective, one male on your mind.

And Gods help him if he didn't know you had arrived. Soon, youd ensure he would.

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You'd stormed through the doors of the main building, ignoring the students walking from one class to the next. If Xaden was here, you'd be sure to find him -- it was only a matter of time.

Walking the halls, you passed door after door, inspecting the nameplates as you went; Duvera, Kaori, Emmetario. Scoffing, you continued on, as surely he wouldn't be in a professor's office as a student himself.

It took damn near a half an hour until the halls had cleared, and the silence stretched. You were grateful for it, as you could make out which rooms were in use and which ones weren't. It was warmer inside the building, that you were also grateful for -- that was, until you approached an unmarked door. The voices inside talked in heated discussion, and you slowed your steps.

Approaching slowly, you inched toward the cracked open doorway, recognizing a few of the voices inside.

"This would be a fruitful allegiance, both for Cordyn and Navarre." That one was definately King Tecarus'.

"Fruitful, yes -- but would it even make sense?" This one, you'd also heard before. It sounded an awful lot like one of the Tyrrish court members that visited alongside Xaden when he came to Cordyn.

You leaned in, straining your hearing as the argument ensued.

"Who cares about sense," a woman's voice sounded. "Think of what's best for the school!"

"I'm not being married off despite my own wishes for a damn school, General."

That one, was unmistakenly Xaden's. Your brows narrowed as you took in what he was saying, realizing your artillery dispute may have to wait.

"But just think of the opportunity it'd bring you -- it'd bring to Tyrrendor too!" The King exclaimed. A few others commented as well, their reactions all mixed.

"You should be grateful the King is willing to strike an alliance with you," the General chastized. "You were born a rebel, after all. This at least would do youe father some justice."

There was a scuffle, and you jumped as Xaden's shouting echoed through the hallway.

"DON'T YOU SAY A WORD ABOUT MY FATHER!" He exclaimed. You cupped a hand over your mouth, realizing the general he was speaking to was in fact General Sorrengail. If you were remembering the words in your history book correctly -- she didn't take kindly to members of the rebellion.

"Xaden! Please!" Another male pleaded. "Let's keep this civil."

You heard his sigh, and dared to peek around the corner. You couldn't see much through the small crack, but you did see movement in the room.

"The best way of doing that is marrying my niece," King Tecarus interjected. "She's a wonderful girl, really. She'll make a great ruler. All you'd have to do is-"

"I'm not doing that," Xaden replied, his tone lethal. "I won't be marrying anyone, unless it's for the sake of love."

Your blood ran cold. Marriage? To Catriona?

All the thoughts inside your head began to swim. Was the King serious? They weren't even dating -- sure, your friend had hinted at her interest in the Tyrrish male, but they didn't even know one another! How did the King expect marriage from him? And for what, the sake of uniting the two provinces?

You realized you were breathing harder, heavier. This couldn't be happening. Xaden could not be engaged to Cat. After all that had happened between the two of you...

The door flew open in an instant, and you jumped back so fast you stumbled and fell on your ass. Lo and behold, Xaden burst through the door, shadows leaping and dancing as he strode out. He noticed you instantly, watching as he scrambled to your feet. The rage in his eyes flared as he registered your face, instantly gripping your arm and yanking you to your feet.

"What. The fuck. Are you doing here." He said, more as a demand than a question. You glared at him, attempting and failing to wrench your arm free.

"Actually, I came here to berate you for giving your cousin such a rediculous order reguarding our weapons supply -- but now, I suppose I'm here to merely congradulate you." Your tone was icy, amused even -- but Xaden bought none of it.

The golden flecks in those eyes intensified as he stared down at you, both confused and still angry.

"What the Hell are you talking about?"

Behind him, an unknown male peeked through the doorway, cupping his hands around his mouth as he called out.

"Xaden, please come back. We have more to discuss!"

Xaden didn't even glance at him as he gripped your arm tighter, tugging you along with him as he strode down the hallway and opened the doors to the rear stairwell.

"Bad idea coming here," he growled, yanking you along with him as he took two steps at a time. You tripped, working to keep up but also trying to deny everything you'd just heard.

"Really, bad, fucking, idea."

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"Tell me again why the fuck you're here," Xaden demanded, pushing you through the doorway and slamming it behind him.

You scoffed. "What, is it so hard for you to believe the King brought me to ensure weapons delivery?" Xaden loosed a harsh breath through his nose, striding across the room in the direction of his desk. "You think that, what, because I'm a girl, I can't handle it?"

Xaden barked out a laugh, pressing his palms into the wooden top of his workspace.

"I don't doubt it for a minute, actually -- you're really good at arguing," he said, though it came off more as a backhanded compliment.

"So why only give us one box of-"

"That's not why you're really here," he insisted, cutting you off as he stood straight again. "You came here for something else, and I want to know what it is."

You huffed, looking anywhere but him. FInally able to take in your surroundings, you realized you were in a dorm room. His, for that matter. The black silken sheet bed, the reports in a neat pile on his bedside table... this was surely his room.

Turning to him again, you were forced to consider what you'd known all along. You couldn't believe how easy it was for him to figure out, how he could see right through you -- but with him, it seemed he would be able to read you like a book on any given day.

"I ... I'm not sure what I thought would happen. Me coming here, I mean." You admitted quietly. He took a step toward you, his dark presence intimidating had you not known him so well. You stared up at him for a moment, before facing the sad truth that was now becoming your reality.

"It doesn't really matter though why I came -- it's clear that in nine months, you'll be married. To my best friend."

The silence that followed was capapble of swallowing you whole. Xaden didn't move, he just stood there, brooding as you stared at the floor. Neither of you knew what to say, how to put the words you wanted into sentences to be said out loud.

He broke it finally, his voice quiet when he spoke.

"I'm not marrying Catriona." He said. You hated the way the tears came, so fast and threatening you started blinking rapidly to keep them at bay. Your breath caught in your throat when your hand was taken in his, your gaze following as he lifted it and placed it on his chest. Beneath your fingertips, you felt his heart, beating so fast it would win a race had it been in one.

"It sounds like the most logical option to me," you countered, still trying to make sense of it yourself. "She's in line for the throne, Xaden. She's royal by blood and-"

"And I said. I'm not. Marrying. Her." He said, voice clipped. You stared up into his eyes, trying to read the answers hidden in them.

"But why?" You whispered, your voice breaking. He tilted his chin down then, inching his face toward yours. You swallowed hard, trying to save yourself from the impending heartbreak you were sure was to come.

"I'm not in love with her," he whispered, his lips a featherlight touch against yours. Your skin ignited in every place the two of you touched, set ablaze by the flame burning between the two of you. Every night you'd gone to bed in denial, every heartache you swore wasn't tied to his absence... you couldn't deny it any longer. For every insult, every eye-roll, every harsh word you threw at him -- you wanted him. Needed his presence, craved his attention. And for all that mattered, you knew a marriage between him and your best friend would absolutely shatter you.

You leaned in right then, pressing your lips to his. The touch was light and warm -- not as desperate and hungry as the last time. Reguardless, this was only the second time you'd kissed; and you'd be damned not to make it last.

Parting your lips, you silently asked for more -- more of him, more of this. These were the moments you could never rid yourself of, the moments you hated to love sharing with him. He obliged, his lips parting as he kissed you back. His hands found your waist, sliding around your hips and settling on your lower back. You reached both hands up, tangling your fingers in the onyx strands near the base of his neck as you lost yourself in him. In his touch, in his taste, his smoke and shadow scent -- you craved it all.

"This, is a, bad idea" you said between kisses. He tugged you closer in response, clutching you to him as though he'd crumble without you. He breathed deeply before answering, only pulling back an inch before kissing you again.

"You're full of bad ideas," he whispered, and you genuinely smiled. Your heart leaped as he cupped both hands under your ass, lifing you with ease. You giggled, for once not scolding yourself for the sound, and sighed as he laid you gently on his bed. You stared up at him, his eyes round with emotion.

"I don't think I've ever appreciated how beautiful you are," he said softly. The tears that had sat on your waterline threatened to spill over, ecpecially as he continued to admire you from above. "You're the most exquisite thing I think I've ever seen."

A single tear slipped free, and he was quick to catch it. You sniffled as you looked up at him, a small, sad smile on his face.

"Xaden Riorson... don't tell me you're going soft now," you teased, though emotion coated every word you spoke. A small smile tilted his lips as his fingers worked, undoing your pants and tugging them down. He unlaced your boots, then pulled off your socks... underwear next. You helped by removing your sweater and bra, and when he was finally undressed before you -- you realized you'd never felt so bare in front of him.

His gaze roamed over your body as he stood between your knees, his eyes softer than you'd ever seen. As he leaned in, a single kiss was placed to your lips -- one that lingered, one given as a reminder.

You tensed as he positioned himself at your entrance, not engaging in any wild foreplay or torture as the two of you usually did. This time, his actions were slow, meaningful.

"I'd only ever be soft towards you," he promised, sliding his cock inside of you. You gasped, the awaited feeling bringing you instant pleasure after being denied it for so long. "Though, you get me pretty damn hard, I'll tell you that."

You lauguhed, loud and bellious as he smiled down at you, joining in on your chuckling. It warmed your heart to see him smile, really smile like this -- even if it was while being buried inside of you.

He breathed slow as he thrust in and out of you, his pace more restrained than you'd ever experienced. His eyes never left yours, watching and studying your face as though this was the last time he'd see it. Your hands gripped his shoulders, holding on for support as his braced your hip and tangled in your hair.

"I... I love you," he said quietly. Your cheeks flushed, not quite believing what you just heard. His gaze turned worried when you said nothing, and though he brought you immense pleasure, you eventually found your words.

"I love you, Xaden Riorson," you whispered, leaning up to engage him in a passionate kiss. You pulled back, still leaning up to speak directly against his lips.

"I think I've always loved you. I don't know," your breath caught as the tears came again. "I don't know how I'd ever be able to stop."

He sighed as his forehead pressed against yours, drawing in every soft moan you let out as he continued making love to you. It wasn't until you opened your eyes again that you noticed the wetness on his lower lashes, too. You reached up a shaking hand, placing it on his cheek as you wiped away at his sorrow.

He opened his eyes, looking at you once more.

"I still have to convince myself you're real," he said, the hand he had tangled in your hair moving to touch your cheek as well. "You're probably the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I was too stupid to do anything about it."

You gasped as he rubbed against your sweet spot, one he's known and got used to over the last few years. You smiled softly, placing both hands on his shoulders once more.

"You are stupid," you joked, giggling at the way he frowned at you. You leaned in again, softly kissing at his jaw. "But you're mine."

He grunted, his grip on your waist tightening. He thrusted harder into you, drawing out your pleasure until the last possible second before sending you tumbling over the edge. He followed right behind you, gasping as he released himself within you. The two of you stayed there, one on top of the other for a while, just looking into the other's eyes. It wasn't for a while until he pulled himself out of you, opting to lay beside you and tuck you into his chest instead. You had nearly drifted off, his warmth wrapped around you reminding you how tired you'd grown afte the day's events. He kissed your forehead, over and over as the two of you fell asleep there, a quiet comfort amidst your world's constant chaos.

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🌶️ NFY : ALL TOO MUCH FOR LITTLE LANDO

[ carlos sainz x singer!fem!reader ] [ wc ] 0.7k words

[ summary ] carlos' and y/n's breakup comes as a surprise to many of their friends. no one ever thought the couple would ever break up, but alas, y/n was always ready to do whatever was best for the love of her life — even if it meant breaking up with him.

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━━━━━━━ DECEMBER 20, 2023

it was all too much for little lando norris.

when the brunet finally brought alexandra’s plan to life, he clearly forgot the fact that you were the most stubborn person in the entire universe.

the fact you were drunk didn’t change your mindset; if you were hell-bent on avoiding carlos, so be it, even when you had downed several bottles of alcohol.

the car ride back home was absolutely silent, with lando sitting in the backseat in hopes you and carlos would converse when in the front seats.

but nope, nothing at all. not a sound from you.

“are you seriously going to ignore me?” carlos asked you as you continued to look out the window. “you know i can drive you anywhere i want since i’m the only non-drunk person in this car right now?”

you scoffed. “was that a threat?” you turned towards him, narrowing your eyes.

carlos shrugged. “and what if it was?” he challenged, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“i’d expect nothing less, considering you are the son of carlos sainz sr.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

you bit your lip, regretting your choice of words. “nothing. i misspoke,” you muttered, your voice dropping low into a whisper.

lando noted the way your face dropped, quickly intervening to change the topic. “could we get some food? i’d love me some food right now. can we do mcdonalds?” he asked, putting his head between your seats as he looked at carlos.

“give me a minute, lando.” carlos gently pushed aside the brunet as he brought the car to a stop, staring at you. “talk to me, carina. what did you mean by that?”

you played with your hands as you tried not to focus on his words, cursing yourself for letting your words slip.

“i’d really like some food, carlos. i’m starving here. what if i die?”

“starvation will not be the only thing that’ll kill you if you don’t keep shut, lando.”

lando leaned back in his seat, lips sealed shut, as he saw the warning gaze in his best friend's eyes.

what the fuck have i done? i never should've listened to xandra. this was a stupid plan.

you flinched as carlos touched your arm, trying to get you to look at him. you remained silent despite his pleas, your heart faltering at his tired tone.

“we both know this is a shit situation, amor. why can't you explain all this to me?” carlos asked in a defeated voice. “please tell me what the fuck is happening.”

“it’s nothing, really. just drop me home, carlos. please.”

carlos sighed. “y/n, you can’t keep avoiding—” his words fizzled out upon seeing tears fall onto your lap.

you kept your head down, not daring to look up as the tears continued to fall. no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t keep the tears in.

you hated this more than anything — crying in front of carlos.

but the more silent it was inside the car, the more your thoughts went wild, only giving you more reasons to cry as you thought about everything.

he doesn’t have to know the truth. i’m tired of everything. why did this even have to happen? i hate this.

your door was opened, revealing lando with a concerned look on his face. “go to the back seat, y/n. i’ll sit here,” he stated, and you were never more grateful for his intervention.

you quickly got out of the front seat, moving to sit at the back. carlos remained silent as lando took a seat in the front, looking at you through the rearview mirror.

“hermosa, i don’t know what’s going on but–”

lando cleared his throat, interrupting the elder male. he gestured towards the road, brows furrowed as he frowned at him.

“she doesn’t want to talk right now. i’d appreciate it if you just dropped this conversation and took us home.”

carlos let out a deep breath, nodding gently. “yeah, sure. i’m sorry for the questions. let’s just go home,” he mumbled apologetically.

once the car was in motion, lando leaned back, letting out an inaudible sigh of relief. he somewhat successfully managed to avoid a shitshow, and it was all that mattered to him.

it was really all too much for little lando norris.

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