#because this account is actually embarassing

[brklynbb]

guess who’s back…

[ikarus-angel]

suspected ace-spec reich moment (Bonus: questioning ace-spec anon who also prefers [blank]play and making out instead of penetration insert wheezing) - box anon (ykw this is my tag now)

I approve 👍

(I have never been touched by a man or a woman)

[sofastuffing]

i have a headache

[nyancrimew]

Sorry, it was unfair of me to send that to you without proper context since you might not be aware of these issues. Irredeemable media refers to any thing with a creator or content  that is harmful and/or bigoted. Of course every piece of media has problems, but irredeemable media is when those problems cannot be ignored and are an indicator of someone's beliefs. 

For example, Harry Potter is irredeemable media because every one knows that JK Rowling is a transphobe, but some other piece of media like Twilight would not be considered irredeemable because even though Stephanie Meyer has done some bad things, they are not as widely talked about, so someone who posts about Twilight on here isn't completely likely to be a bigot, but a Harry Potter blogger would. Also, I know the "to be cringe is to be free" people like your blog, but a lot of the time, what is considered cringey on here is actually based on what is irredeemable. No progressive person or reputable blogger genuinely makes fun of My Little Pony fans any more, however plenty make fun of Hazbin Hotel fans and the such because that content is irredeemable and shows someone's beliefs. So usually, a piece of media being considered embarassing to like on here usually indicates that it is irredeemable.

As for why the other pieces of media are irredeemable, Hazbin Hotel is made by a woman who has many well-documented accusations of bigotry against her and has drawn zoophilia art, not to mention how her work leans into stereotypes about gay people (having a gay man character be a sex addict, a lesbian be named after the female body part Vagina, etc.) or at least that's what I've heard. Attack on Titan is created by a known fascist and many illusions are made to nazi imagery and nationalism in the anime. Captive Prince has a racist premise that sexualizes slavery and non-con. 

People can tell you that liking irredeemable media doesn't say something about who they are, but that's fundamentally false. If someone is uncaring enough to still post openly about these types of media, it's clear they don't care enough about not supporting bigotry. Yes, even if they don't give money to the creators, because they are still willingly exposing themselves to bigoted or harmful content and enjoying it.

The previous ask was not meant to be accusatory. Rather it was meant as a concerned question. Believe it or not, there are still some users on here who indulge in these pieces of content, a few of which hide behind the excuse of being part of a minority (Black, trans, whatever) or simply deny how bad their media consumption is to escape accountability. I wouldn't want you associating with those types of people and have that ruin your reliability on this website.

Hopefully this ask has educated you more on these issues and you'll be able to spot irredeemable media in the future and block it out.

incredible essay, you get a C for Creativity

[ruggiezz]

— EMBARASSING THINGS THEY DID IN THE PAST : twisted wonderland

[synopsis] embarassing things they did when they were younger that now haunt them whenever they are trying to sleep

[characters] deuce, cater, trey (+chenya), leona, ruggie, jack, malleus

[extra] my last 3 posts are literally so unserious, so here's another one, for the funsies (ily guys)

★﹕DEUCE SPADE

When he was in elementary school, he would chat with his friends while waiting for his mom to come pick him up and take him home. That particular day, his mom was late, and 6-year-old Deuce freaked out. He was convinced that his mom didn't love him anymore, and that's why he wouldn't pick him up—that he was going to be homeless and would have to live on the streets in a cardboard box. He even started crying, which made his friends cry. They started saying goodbye to Deuce because how were they going to see him again if his mom wouldn't bring him to school?

Anyways, his mom came to pick him up 10 minutes later.

★﹕CATER DIAMOND

Back then when he actually tried to make friends whenever he moved schools, he had a huge crush on one of his classmates. One day, he overheard his crush talking about how they "would love to be with someone who loves nature as much as them". Cater wanted to impress his crush so badly that he made a Magicam post with him posing next to random trees and captioned it with "I love nature so much omg😍".

The photo is still out there on the internet because he forgot the password for the account, and the idea of someone from NRC finding the account terrifies him.

★﹕TREY CLOVER (+CHENYA)

Another one that takes place in elementary school. Trey and Chenya were walking around the city after classes when they spotted an electricity pylon. They thought it was the Eiffel Tower (the equivalent of it in Twisted Wonderland), and they got all excited about it, so they came back with Trey's parents so they could take a picture of them next to it.

Their parents bring up the topic from time to time just to laugh at their innocence back then.

★﹕LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

When he was a little kid, he had a nightmare where he was being chased. He was tossing around the bed, mumbling while sleeping. Falena was walking around the halls when he heard noises from Leona's room, and when he saw him clearly having a nightmare, he tried to wake him up. Leona got so startled that he screamed and kicked his older brother in the face.

Sometimes he remembers when he's about to fall asleep, and suddenly his sleepiness is gone from how much he cringed.

★﹕RUGGIE BUCCHI

He needed money, so he decided to work as a party mascot. It went well the first couple of times; it paid well, until he had to work at this particular kids party. The parents told Ruggie to walk down the stairs, greet the kid, wish him a happy birthday, and then just stand there to greet the children whenever they talked to him. Keep in mind that he couldn't see well in the mascot suit. So when Ruggie tried to walk down the stairs, he tripped and fell. The suit's head fell off, and there was just silence for around ten seconds, then the kids started crying. They thought their favorite character had just died right in front of them.

The birthday boy was inconsolable. Needless to say, Ruggie didn't get paid, and his party mascot careed ended that day.

★﹕JACK HOWL

It happened when his parents weren't home. His younger siblings were playing around with paint, and they asked him if they could paint his face. Jack said yes because it was harmless and would wash off, right? Wrong, it was permanent paint.

He had an important exam the next day, so he just showed up to school with his face looking like a kid painting that parents would display on the fridge door. Jack had to go to school like that for three days.

★﹕MALLEUS DRACONIA

Malleus has known Lilia for as long as he can remember; he basically raised him. One day, he had the genius idea to copy his hair. He waited for a moment when he was left unsupervised (in Lilia's defense, Malleus faked being asleep), grabbed some scissors, and cut his own bangs. It was awful; it looked like how you would think a little kid would cut their hair. He was so proud of himself until Lilia saw it. To little Malleus dismay, Lilia laughed his ass off, and whenever his laughter would stop, he would look at Malleus and start laughing again.

He got so upset he burned Lilia's bangs off.

[theuchihalawyer]

Hello! This is just a post to warn about this user, because they keep harrassing Ichihime accounts, commenting against the ship on Ichihime's posts, being extremely misogynistic towards Orihime and reducing her to her body, also being aggresive, insulting everyone who doesn't agree with them, keeping going even when another user clearly does not want to interact with them and more, not even respecting the Ichihime tag by filling it with their posts insulting the ship, specially bashing Orihime and Kubo's writing, and commenting under actual Ichihime posts. Avoid speaking to them because it'll get you nowhere since there's no common sense.

These are just a few, there are many more, but I can just add 10 images, and trust me, you don't wanna see their account. It's just second hand embarassment.

And mind you, these are mostly under Ichihimes posts.

And as if that wasn't enough, they're stalking, reposting without crediting the artist, an Ichihime artist, cinderserra, and criticizing their art, accusing them from using AI, when the artist is clearly NOT doing that. It's obvious they're saying such harmful things solely because they dislike the ship the art is representing. This is crazy, and their comments about it are just disgusting. Also, the bodyshaming/misogyny towards Orihime is even clearer here + plus, unrelated, but them being disgusting and derisive regarding mentally illness / harrassing me through dms / being xenophobic towards me:

[transrevolutions]

french revolution dashboard simulator

🐀 ami-du-peuple Follow

uh actually man has the right to deal with his oppressors by devouring their beating hearts. hope this helps.

🎩 departicle Follow

Hold up. Okay. Actually, fuck this. This sort of violent rhetoric should not be tolerated on here. Do you seriously think this sort of thing is going to make the nobility give you more rights???? You must be out of your minds! Reported.

🧵 seamstressproud Follow

reblog to devour this guy's beating heart

#username checks out lmao #politics #everybody point and laugh #common adp w

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organt-deactivated06151792

update: new canto out now!!! go check it out 😈😏🥀 (remember don't like don't read <3)

📜 sacredhostreceipts Follow

@centuriesandskies this you?? not such a great look for a convention rep ngl

🌄 centuriesandskies Follow

listen. I wrote this a long time ago, before I went into serious politics. the account is deactivated for a reason.

I was twenty. I did poorly. I can do better.

#sj.txt #if this is the worst dirt you can dig up on me #i'm way less corrupt than half the people in the convention these days #at least i'm not doing fucking. embezzlement. #also sacredhostreceipts if you're who i think you are #don't you have better things to do rn?

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🌎 landscape-showdown Follow

why the fuck is everyone tagging this with french??? political figures?

#what the hell is going on over there #also maybe cool it with the death threats #I don't want this blog to get taken down #what's a girondin #is this some joke I'm not french enough to understand #showdown update

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⛪ progressivepriest Follow

Unpopular opinion but why is everyone so up in arms about the new Civil Oath? Literally all it's asking is for you to promise not to commit treason just because the Pope tells you to? I can see where people are coming from with the whole violation-of-religion deal, but can you blame the Assembly for trying to make sure the people aren't forcibly subjugated by the wealth of the nobility?

faith-first-alwaysdeactivated03011791

Sounds like something a heretic would say. To betray the Pope and king is to betray the will of God and your eternal soul! You should pray for forgiveness and pledge loyalty to the monarchy or have fun burning in hell. Sorry not sorry.

⛪ progressivepriest Follow

L + ratio + iirc the Bible says "it is easier for a rope to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter heaven" (Matthew 19:24)

🎻 lacarmagn01e Follow

occasional based catholic moment, go off OP!

🌊 sea-of-revolution Follow

looked the faith-first-always guy's blog, he's like a massive anti-huguenot too 🙄 why is it always the prot-exclusive radical catholics smh

🌊 sea-of-revolution Follow

LMAOOOOO HE DEACTIVATED

#religion tag #percs fuck off #anyways op makes a valid point #reblog #percs dni

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🛌 virtuous-bedtime Follow

she committee on my safety til I can't go public

🍊 springtimeofgovernment Follow

I don't understand the joke, can someone explain please?? 🙂 Thank you!

🧵 seamstressproud Follow

is that fucking MAXIMILIEN ROBESPIERRE?!!?!?!?

🛌 virtuous-bedtime Follow

oh my god citizen robespierre I'm so sorry this was not meant to break containment lol I didn't even know you were on this site please forget you saw this

#this is the most embarassing moment of my life #literally sobbing rn #the original post is /j i prommy #i cannot be known as the citizen who had to explain this to the government

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🪓 indulgentsfuckoff Follow

fabre d'eglantine is NOT your poor little meow meow citizens he literally falsified decrees from the national convention and embezzled money to line his own pockets. I don't care how uwu babygirl you think he is he is a CRIMINAL who should be ARRESTED

💛 i-give-people-bread Follow

🥖🍞🥐

#baguette #loaf #croissant #i-give-people-bread #indulgentsfuckoff #silly

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🧱 comic-sans-culotte Follow

fucking fed up with the constant threat of the swiss guard, I think it's time we got some gunpowder and weapons and took things into our own hands yknow what I'm saying

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I'm no longer joking about this btw

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update:

hopital

🧱 comic-sans-culotte Follow

ok bc I've gotten like 50 asks about this: I am not injured and I am not in need of medical care. the punchline was that we stormed the fucking hotel des invalides to get guns and powder. didn't want to clarify the joke before now for security reasons but everyone knows about that and the bastille thing by now. please direct your money to people who actually need it.

#shouldve clarified the last post was /j #however I assumed yall knew this joke already #anyways #revolution #personal #500 #1k

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🌾 nopain-nograin Follow

got so high at the festivial 2day i thnk i saw hte suapreme being

#robespiere speech was prboably 🔥 #unforntuately i camt rember any of it #grainposting #oipum ehre is somtehing else thes days #memes

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incredible speech from @springtimeofgovernment today at the jacobin club. nobody should be permitted to use their positions as civic leaders to commit crimes against the people, even under the guise of revolutionary fervor. if it comes to it, I too will drink the hemlock with him. for france. 🤝🤝

🍊 springtimeofgovernment Follow

Thanks for your support, @jldavid-real

The situation over here is deteriorating really quickly, the representatives are getting violent and abandoning due process entirely. Anything you can do to stand with us now would be very appreciated. You do a lot of great work for the revolution, and I trust you completely.

🍊 springtimeofgovernment Follow

@jldavid-real are you still there? We could really use your help right now.

🌄 centuriesandskies Follow

boosting @springtimeofgovernment here, can confirm he's been injured in a skirmish at the hotel de ville, they're passing summary death sentences without trial, @jldavid-real where is the help you promised us??? the people of paris are our only hope now.

edit: of course he moved blogs. coward.

#sj.txt #disappointed yet unsurprised #marat would be ashamed of you #9 thermidor #update

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DNI if you support any of these groups/people or their actions: m0narchists, f3uillants, br1ssotins/g1rondins, th3rmidorians, b0napart1sts, h3nri du v3rgier (also goes by c0mte de r0chjacquelin), charl0tte c0rday, or lafay3tte

(h3bertists and dant0nists you're on thin ice. behave.)

#censored so they dont show up in the tags #dni #get your nasty ass ideologies off my page #won't hesitate to block and/or report any violators #pinned

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reblog to make the directoire choke to death on their stupid fucking outfits

🌊 sea-of-revolution Follow

hey staff. yeah you. where did this blog go?? notfishgoujon and prairial-95 are gone as well?? cowards too afraid to show your faces lmao especially after the fucking mess the directoire's made of the country. bet you anything that staff are on their fucking payroll too iykwim at least the republic didn't tolerate fucking bribery

#this site's gone to the dogs since thermidor yr 2 #following the trend of the rest of the country tbh #i'll probably get nuked for posting this #if so i'm not making a new account #i'll just make a paleocities or smth #politics tag #reblog #don't play with me ik full well gb didn't delete his blog of his own free will #they also zero note glitched it #just when you think they can't stoop lower

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it's been 50 fucking years since gracchus-babeuf (and the other CoE blogs) were deleted without warning and still no response from staff, the govt, or anything. the site's gone through a fuckton of ownership changes and still nothing.

we're working on a bit of a project (some of you might know abt it already), it's gonna be out prob in the next year or so. remember '89. remember '93 and '94. remember '97.

the people will rise again. it's only a matter of time. 🚩

-mod karl

[moonsaver]

Context before getting into the actual idea: I recently saw some fanart based on concept art for Dr Ratio where he has slightly longer, messier hair and the fanart interpreted this as him having a bit of a rebellious phase when he was younger.

So now I’m just thinking about Reader going to school with him when he was going through this phase. He had a bit of a crush on her but didn’t know how to express it so he just messed with her constantly.

And now they meet again when he’s changed and he hasn’t gotten over her she’s just getting massive amounts of whiplash from how wildly different he is. Could be yandere 👀

Anon. I am GRIPPINT YOU BY THE SHOULDERS. Listen. Unfortunately i doubt i did this justice but i tried my best PLEASE okay

A bit long, under the cut!

Its not exactly easy to imagine Dr. Ratio of all people being rebellious, but that just makes it even more possibly believeable in my opinion. I am deeply convinced he has had his crazy scientist, jerkward asshole phase at least once and was soo deeply embarassed the moment he left it.

But listen. His professors all probably HATED him because he would probably constantly correct them, be so disgustingly overeducated to the point they'd send him to the library or tell him to get lost just so he wouldn't disrupt class. He's the infamous asshole who sits wherever he wants, and hoardes an entire table to himself if he's at the library or at the cafeteria. Any student who needs a pen or eraser or a pencil knows he's NOT the one to ask, even if it was in the middle of an exam worth half their grade and he was the only person beside them. He does literally anything he wants and no one can stop him except probably by force, and if they do, something worse ends up happening to them instead.

Anyways, here comes in reader. Probably already knows his sour reputation. Regardless, maybe you're the poor soul who's his seatmate. If the crush is already established, he's constantly bothering you. Asking for stationaries like the entirety of his desk isn't covered by it already (he likes the miniscule interaction), taking your notebooks without your knowledge and sometimes even scribbling inside of them (its his horrid handwriting, he's just trying to help you with detailed notes), he comments on how "lame" your outfit is, asking about your social life, rolling his eyes when your response isn't exactly.. pleasing (he's actually a bit content with it. Perhaps you'll hang out with him more, instead?). You note the smell of alcohol trailing him a bit everytime you interact with him.

It's not easy for him, especially when you can't seem to keep up and look so queasy around him. Aeons, his heart is so twisted up and squeezed everytime he seems to be getting more distant from you, but he just has no idea how to convey his feelings. Not when he didn't even account for the fact he'll have a crush on anyone in the first place.

Anyways, timeskip!

You're probably a researcher of some sort, maybe not so well known. Let's just say for the sake of simplicity you're a researcher on Herta's space station. It's not too soon before he runs into you, probably after the whole mess at the station's been "cleaned up" regarding the curio and whatever. Maybe he doesn't leave right after that interaction with Screwellum, and he decides to, by his curiosity, take a look around once again before he leaves (certainly not because he's heard a familiar name thrown around a few times).

And there you are. In your little research-getup, professional vernacular, hair all neat. He's probably right behind you in an instant, and you turn around to look as the colleague you were talking to suddenly starts stuttering and becoming squeamish while looking behind you. There he is, in all his (cruel?) Glory. The infamous asshole who was your classmate.

But.. it's surprising how much more mellow he's become (at least towards you?). His hair are neatly tamed, his build is taller and more muscular than it was back then, but his attire is also quite tame (if not a little.. fancy?), compared to his brash taste back then. His eyes still seem to hold contempt, but more distantly so.

Veritas figures your mouth is agape and you're speechless considering the change in his countenance as of recent. He's also not yet come to terms with the fact that his heart still twists and squeezes whenever he sees that unsure look on your face. If you were made of clay, and if he could, he'd meld the most beautiful smile on your face with his craftful fingers. Alas, he resorts to tamer methods. At least he supposes he's a wiser man, now. He's more aware of different courting methods.

He asks about your station, your current life, family, friends, etc .. in a seemingly disinterested tone. There's a bit of resignation but hidden constrain in his voice, everytime you mention a "close friend" of yours or a colleague you worked with "closely". But he hasn't been berating you the way he would have back then. His fingers slightly constantly strain, folded behind his back, trying desperately not to taper towards you – there's stray strands of hair on your face. Your headpiece is off centre. Your pen is slanting in your pocket. Your shoulders are too tense. Your eyebrows are furrowed. your eyes look tired. Have your lips always been chapped? They were fine back then.. hold on.

While you stutter out useless formalities and pleasantries, Veritas' eyes scan you over. Time has weathered you well, in his opinion. The thin line of his pressed lips dont quite indicate that. He sighs almost grimly, shutting you up in an instant. He offers you to accompany him and possibly consider joining the Intelligentsia Guild (is it not worth a shot trying? It may be foolish, but he's a tad too desperate when it comes to you). You timidly mumble out a refusal, the words barely leaving your mouth. He nods.

Catching up makes his heart squeeze and rush all over the place. Topics he once tried to teach you back then (by.. VERY unsuccessful methods,) seem to be elementary knowledge to you now. You work more efficiently, hold yourself in a better, more confident way, and you seem to be smoothsailing in your life. Granted, it's technically the bare minimum, but its been so long since he talked to you. The chirp in your voice, the chuckle you let out every now and then despite your nervousness around him, has his heart in his throat. He can't bring himself to try and even "set you straight" by giving you (unwarranted) advice or piddling your achievements, there's a soft smile he's duly hiding behind his scorning face.

He offers you again, if you are unsure about joining the Guild, and discreetly mentions it being filled with imbeciles regardless when you deny again, pulling another string of laughter out of you. Hmph, you weren't so joyful when he made those statements back in high school.

Granted,you're obviously still not quite sure about Veritas' new look. He's still got his infamous reputation as an extremely strict teacher, the oddball with an alabastor head and having worked with the IPC, it's not a pleasant image per se, but it's heaps better than his reputation back at school. You politely make a joke about it, and he groans, earning another cautious, light chuckle from you. He has become different. You prattle on about the length of his hair, his refinement of speech, the difference in how he holds himself now.. it does leave him melting a tad bit inside. You noticed it? Hm. Clever little thing.

Of course, goodbyes are seldom sweet. He does manage to pry out your contact information once again, before. If you don't budge,he finds another way regardless. Your network of colleagues aren't exactly as strong as you might have thought. He remembers this information carefully.

Like the old days, maybe he'll manage to keep slipping notes into your reports and files. Perhaps pull a few strings back in the old days to keep you in his class, he'll slowly knot and twist a few strings to bring and budge you over to his little workplace. Sooner or later, you'll end up in his home. He's sure of it.

And just like the old days, his little seatmate is by his side once again. Care to put up with him for a bit longer? Probably forever, in this case.

[hurtblossom]

Happier than ever | C.L.16 - M.V.1

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x Singer!reader (Female), Max Verstappen x Singer!reader (Female)

Summary : She moves on, he regrets

Warning : terrible english, charles beeing miserable swearing (like two words i think)

Part 2 of Traitor

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hater she already moved on from charles ? well that was quick

username are you even aware of what went down? hater no need. she's jumping from a driver to another. She's a slut username that's actually embarassing for you

maxverstappen you look beautiful liefde 😘

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username ch*rles looking at this : 😨

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maxverstappen the baby picture really wasn't necessary liefde

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landonorris you're stealing my husband ?

ynusername i didn't steal anything, he came on his own will 😘 maxverstappen true, i did. landonorris crying and throwing up

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carlossainz now the sobbing is all around the motor home

maxverstappen he should be crying, he lost a diamond maxverstappen i should be thanking him tho ? ynusername stop it both of you i don't want to be all over the F1 drama accounts

landonorris y/n what is this caption ?

ynusername nothing, just an inchident, on the race maxverstappen so much for not wanting to be around drama 🤔 ynusername sorry baby, i'm stchupid

the end

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[arsonlookers]

I ONLY SEE YOU

Yan! Tartaglia/Childe x Yan! reader

song : stalkers tango and unhealthy obsession

Summary: tartaglia who stalks reader for his curiosity at first because of how mysterious the reader is but slowly he starts to fall in love with her. not knowing how reader is also very obsessed with him he didnt know about it first and just oblivious at first but he starts to notice everything and act like he didnt know about the growing obsession the reader has for him and wow he is really turned on about everything. how the reader actually tries to hide away from him just to take some photos but~ of course he knows about it and pretends he didnt know to make the chase longer for his liking and seeing her going insane for him just turns him on for archons sake~

You always has only eyes for one person. CHILDE.

It was in the first day of your class, you never really know everybody since youre just new to the campus. So it was normal for you to get lost in the big campus, so what happened was you kept walking and walking to look for your class. To your dismay you just ended up sitting in the side entrance of the building sighing knowing that you still have a lot of rooms to look for and even if you ask for directions you suck at following it. admit it.

Then he came, he noticed you on the side and asked by your just sitting there when its already late, he was obviously late too though he seem chill about it as the sweat in his forehead tells other wise

'he must have run towards here' so you politely smiled and said "I got lost. I dont know where my classroom is " You said as you look sadly embarassed about your pedicament

"Oh! well thank your lucky day! i am here" he chuckle boyishly "what class are you?" he asked

his smile also made you smile a little and chuckle a little "12 Class A"

He looked shock then smile brightly "LUCKY! we're on the same class! come on! we're late already" as he offers his hand to help you get up

after than the two of you starts walking to the class as you both entered you got scolded by your advisor about how are you both late first day of the school year. though Childe just smiled and jest about it all.

Since then you really wanted to get closer to childe though the problem was he is popular with everyone. So his attention is not only for you, he tends to be either always with a classmate or his friends from other section, or with teachers asking for his asssistance.

That is who childe was, the Popular kid.

So you ended up admiring from afar, not that far though not close enough to notice.

can they really blame you? He was jsut so sweet and kind, the more you observed the more obsessed you are with Childe, you even get to know his real name and his childhood nickname it was really adorable just like him "ajax and tartaglia" you ended up stalking his parents account just to get to know who he was when he was younger and who his family is.

Since then you can't take your eyes off him really, whenever you feel so alone or exhausted by your class here he was in your taken pictures, smiling, so full of life yet you also got some shoot of him when he looks bored and whenhe whines and got mad one time. You have everything to comfort you, his pictures beside your wall as you wake up you'll see him smiling and greeting you, isnt that nice?

not only that you also already planned on what you'll wear for your first date and maybe also your wedding too!

Without any noticing your weird behavior you continue on stalking him though you never crossed the line more than taking his pictures. You respect his privacy at least in the matter when he comes home already to his house, you linger sometimes though not that long in the night.

You just love him, so much so you dont ever want to see him with his friends absolutely to his GIRL friends. just the thought of him dating the most popular girl in school and also his close friend (lumine) it just makes you sad and also jealous about her.

As long as you can admire him from afar, not crossing the line of your deep obsession, it really woudnt hurt to daydream of you two getting together is it?

.....................................

Childe observes you in class again, he never wanted to take his eyes off you, you know. He really loves it when your so focus and oblivious whenever he is looking at you, he loves how you touch your lips whenever you think or how you scratch your hair when stressed. He also loves your confused and thinking expression as you hold your chin by your thumb and index finger.

He loves everything about you so much, maybe you will never notice that. But thats fine, he's fine with that after all whenever you are this oblivious he can always openly admire you so bad no one will ever take a second glance at him, who would?

He's the one who should do the honor to treat your chapped lips or when you unconciously crack your knuckles, oh how focused you look and he wonders how you would look when its him you only focused on?

So he became your stalker for the past month, it was on the first day of school when he saw you sitting beside the front building yet you looked so troubled and abandon like a cute puppy. At first he was just helping you know he was not that curious, he started noticing some things like how he somehow have this feeling being watched .... since then he kept his attention to you since you where the one who he thouhgt was staring at him. He was just curious, then he started noticing your personality you never show to people, memorized your favorite spots where you enjoy your coffee. Memorized your order by heart and even know your sugar level to your liking. You know he was just curious about you~ not a big deal...right?

Childe never crosses the line more than stalking, really, he did take some of your things but not too much for you to notice. He always just blames it to his curiousity after all your always so quiet and reserved. So somehow e got access to your phone one time and started scrolling on your media and whose your friends are...

Thats when he also started taking some pictures of you whenver you never noticed. The more he does, the more he becomes so good at it that you have an album dedicated only for you.

One time though now being more aware of his deep obsession for you, he started stalking you in your house deep in the night, he also started sneaking in whenever theres no one in the house or how easy it was to just get inside your room from your open window whenever he wants. Has he already taken personal things from your room? Yes, yes he have.

Where you looking for your pair of underwear that you surely remember putting in your laundry basket? dont worry its in good hands~

wondering why your perfume is already empty? dont worry~ he was just curious what perfume you used~

looking for your chapstick? you can just buy a new one he can keep this one, yeah~?

little by little he just cant stop himself you know~ he just loves LOVES~ having things you own~ he has this one drawer dedicated only for your prescious things~ can you blame him?

It was one night, you were not home with your family that night so he decided to get inside your room once again.

he has this routine when he gets inside your room, as he climbs the tree near your window and gets inside the first thing he would do is inhale hard then exhale just to smell you. After he would go to your bed and lay himself there for a couple of minutes as he wrapped himself in your blanket, he also would start feeling your bed thinking about you in it.

"smell so good, princess" after a while he would go to your closet and starts looking for his favorite dress, its the one who he really wanted to see you in it one day then he would start to lean closer to it as he rubs his nose against your clothes

That same night he also discover your deepest secret...

Doing his usual routine, he noticed something that he hasnt seen before, it was a box below your closet. As he opened it there revealed his pictures ...

Lots and lots of taken shots of him, the more he looked onto the photographs the more his heart kept beating nonstop. As his smile turns into a smirk and then laughter

"ha..hahaHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! oh~ princess~ fck!" He can't believe himself...gosh "fck....my innocent princess is not so innocent~" as he whispers to himself "so fcking cute~"

Since that night Childe has become more and more aware around you, he let you be as he notices your stares, your adorable blushing and absolutely loves it when he sometimes catches you on act~

'so cute princess~' he thought as he kept talking with his friends knowing that you we're watching

Should he test you?

So he did...

A/N: Look forward for part 2 ? which you make the choice~

[cybrthrillz]

"lol silly game" is only ever supposed to be used as an argument towards people who take a game so seriously that they will attack and harass others over it. it is NOT to be used to make fun of someone for simply analyzing and engaging with the game because they enjoy it. good god

i know that regretevator is just a roblox game but i wish people would stop being disrespectful and jokey towards people who are talking about the characters and themes seriously, and clearly care a lot about the subject material, and are not even hurting anyone with what they're doing. its still a piece of media people like to analyze, i wish people were mindful of that.

[iamthedamndonutdrawcat]

Berlin maradures au????

now listen! berlin hipster modern marauders band au. (i'm sorry this is brutally self-indulgent and may be incomprehensible to anyone outside berlin but i need to put it somewhere) this is a long post, so i put it under the cut. please excuse the word vomit :)

they all go to a grammar school that's a bit too shitty to call itself elite but does anyway. many children of bureaucrats, diplomats etc. that think they're ghetto f.e. James, Sirius and Remus. (Peter is the only normal one tyvm)

the marauders met as classmates in year 5. Remus and Sirius are forced into the school choir. all marauders learn acoustic tradtional instruments but their "band" is actually a soundcloud rap project. James and Peter build BAD beats and Sirius fixes them. they all do enjoy indie/rock and sometimes have jam sessions and do covers. artistic duo Remus & Sirius. intense homoerotic friendship James & Sirius. wolfstar endgame. Sirius curates a spotify account with only extremely niche melancholic rap to impress Remus; actually knows german trash rap by heart. serenades Remus with Ski Aggu "love" songs during Remus' depressive phases.

Sirius and James are third generation immigrants; Sirius turkish on his mother's side, James indian. Sirius family is not necessarily evil, just conservative diplomats with a big pride in tradition & well behaviour; far removed from their own cultural & religious roots in order to integrate into german political structures. however they are homophobic/unaccepting towards Sirius. Sirius grows up in a very german environment, gets misjudged by racist teachers. extremely smart yet often lazy. at school they're permitted to use ipads and chatgpt does his entire course work; he spends his time gaming during class. vape enthusiast although he gets horrible coughing attacks.

Remus's background is very international, somewhat french on Lyall's side and arab roots on mom's side, they met in england and moved to berlin with child Remus. Rip Remus' mom. Remus & Lyall live in a nice old apartment (Altbauwohnung) in berlins Pankow district (lots of families, settled down hipsters, sligh shift into suburban terrain), Lyall is either a lawyer or diplomat, 50/50 works or spends time with his girlfriend. crunchy distant father-son-relationship. but because no ones ever home, Remus constantly has friends (and Sirius) over. Remus has BPD, is in therapy and doing pretty well in his later adolesence. Remus spends lots of time outside, drinking in parks, chilling at friends', or smokes too much weed in his room. unapologetic chain smoker, even in front of Lyall. quiet and shy, makes him seem either rude or mysterious. bookworm & music nerd. nokia + ipod combo instead of smartphone because he doesn't want screen addiction or be too reachable. vape hater, point of argument with sirius.

accidental wolfstar public outing after Sirius drunkenly performs an Ikkimel song at a party and then throws himself at Remus (they don't really gaf anymore). For Halloween they dress up as a Cigarette and a Beer (Sternburger Export).

James watches german meme compilations every night and knows them by heart. Footie enthusiast with Sirius, drags the marauders to big games where they almost get trampled. extreme alman energy (aka white german energy, upstuck, snobbish and happily embarassing, taking part in typical german shenanigans) just like Sirius, except Sirius tries to hide it and James can deal with the jokes at his expense. James was a tv addict as a child. James & Sirius friendship began over a shared interest in anime.

Peter is the token german kid. Fridays for future gave him a bad conscience and all the marauders joined him in the demonstrations to get out of class. Extreme stoner, at least bi-weekly sessions with Remus. also i like the art kid peter hc so i'm stealing it. art kid peter who draws cartoons of his friends.

Lily & Severus live in the inner city Wedding district, rougher than the outer parts where Sirius & James live. Lily & Remus bff duo. (ik this is very boy centric, i have yet to dig deeper into my headcanons for the girls)

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i have a lot of music associations, but they actually are nice songs so idc here they are...

songs to illustrate the vibes: Nachts wach by makko, Rasenschach by Filow, FUSSBALLMÄNNER by Ikkimel, Wenn du tanzt by Von Wegen Lisbeth

Remus coded songs: Marlboro Mann by Romano, Goldener Reiter by Joachim Witt, Ziemlich Verplant by Skinny Dazed (!!!), Alt sein by Pisse

Sirius coded songs: BIKINI GRELL by Ikkimel, Immer nur da by Fynn Kliemann, Klebstoff by Mine (extreme black brother angst vibes), Findelkind by Mine (i could make a whole seperate post on how wolfstar-coded Mine's & Fynn Kliemann's discographies are)

James coded songs: Haus am See by Peter Fox, Verschwende deine Zeit by Edwin Rosen (prongsfoot vibes imo)

Peter coded songs: Alles Gute by Faber, Bongzimmer by SXTN

[wordsarelife]

—twenty-two

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

summary: you try to make theo a swiftie and succeed

warnings: none

note: kinda modern au, considering reader has a phone and a working internet connection (technology works at hogwarts in this fic)

you’d always known theo was a tough nut to crack, but you were determined. if there was one mission you were set on, it was getting him to appreciate the artistry of taylor swift. he could roll his eyes all he wanted, but you weren’t giving up. not when there was so much he was missing out on.

it started with small things—playing folklore in the common room when you knew he was studying nearby, leaving your taylor swift playlist on shuffle when he happened to be sitting with you in the library. he never said anything, just raised a brow or gave you a look, but you could tell. the seed had been planted.

you started to go a bit deeper, always choosing the right song or album for theo's mood at the moment.

you would play lover or red when you were getting ready and theo was watching you sort through clothes or put on makeup with a content smile on his face.

you played folklore or evermore during quiet nights in the common room, with thick socks and fluffy blankets in front of the warm glow of the fireplace.

he was not ready to admit it yet, but you could see that theo didn't mind as much as he used to. he never actually said something, about liking her music, but he had stopped frowning when you took out your phone and opened your music app.

one time, in the middle of studying, you even saw him bop his head along to 'you belong with me', which quickly turned out to be his favorite, because his mood would rise anytime you played it.

"aren't you putting on any music?" theo asked one day while on a walk through the hogwarts grounds.

"well, do you want me to?" you retorted, a winning smile on your face.

he shrugged. "i don't care. just thought it was odd"

you didn't miss the slight smile once you had pressed play on speak now or how he took your hand in yours, connecting them to the enchanting melody of mine.

the following night both of you stayed up longer, per theo's demand, so you could explain to him the lore of taylor swift and kanye west.

theo was pretty laid back and usually not interested in any drama, but he was kind of intrigued as long as no one he closely knew was involved.

you recounted everything that had happened between your favorite singer and kim kardashians husband. theo nodded along understandingly, throwing in his own questions at the appropriate times.

"i didn't know that there was so much backstory"

"crazy, right?" you asked, wide-eyed. "but if that hadn't happened we wouldn't have reputation now"

"what?"

"it's another album" you shrugged "it's called reputation"

"did we ever listen to that one?" he asked, recounting all the times you had shown him some of her stuff, while you had always made sure to mention what album the song you were listening to was on.

"no" you shook your head.

"why? you clearly like it"

"it's one of my favourites" you nodded, deep in thought "i never showed you because i didn't want to listen it as long as it wasn't a taylor's version yet"

"a what?"

his question resulted in twenty more minutes of backstory. theo's eyes widened as you explained the lore of the rerecordings to him.

"i guess i could show you the album through youtube" you muttered, taking out your phone "fan accounts that made lyric videos should be alright to watch"

theo and you spent the better time of the rest of the night watching fan-made videos for the songs on reputation. you could tell that he was obsessed immediately, going as far as taking out his phone and screenrecording the songs he liked most.

"they are amazing" he gushed as he recorded so it goes, which seemed to be his favorite off the album.

"told you" you shrugged, a soft smile on your lips as you watched his amazement grow. "it's not embarassing to admit that i was right"

"should've listened to you, baby" he muttered, pressing his face into the pillow next to him. you moved a hand through his hair. "i like it"

"i know" you kissed his temple. you put your phone on the nightstand after searching for a playlist of calm taylor songs to fall asleep to. "now we can enjoy her together"

theo pulled you into his arms, his voice humming along to the tunes of last kiss, as both of you slowly fell asleep.

after that night, theo added a few taylor swift songs to his regular playlists (he had different ones for different moods) and made a habit to learn the lyrics to his favorites.

one time, when him and blaise were out for a smoke, theo put on one of the playlists (smoke and relax) and the shuffle promptly landed on delicate.

blaise quickly noticed who was singing, considering your simple overuse of her music during study time with your friends, making fun of theo almost immediately.

"taylor swift, really?" he puffed out the smoke through his mouth, quirking a brow at theo.

theo simply shrugged. "y/n loves her"

"you don't have to like everything your girlfriend does, you know man?" blaise muttered "you're allowed to have your own interests, taylor swift shouldn't be one of them"

"yeah? why not?"

"huh?" blaise had been a bit surprised by theo's quick and simple answer. "you're not a girl, mate"

"thank you, i'm aware"

theo's sarcasm clearly annoyed blaise, as he threw his cigarette onto the ground, stomping it out in the snow, before he turned to head inside. "don't let it change you, man" he smirked. "you're not a swiftie or whatever they're called"

"i might as well be" theo shrugged, not even bothered at this point.

"you're doing weird shit to get laid"

"yeah, maybe if you would put in the same effort you would get laid too, ever considered that?" theo smirked, clearly amused by the shocked expression that crossed blaise's face.

"so, uh..which album would you recommend?"

[joyswonderland1108]

Imagine having a massive fandom and still flopping at basic strategy.

I can't believe i'm making yet another post about this but here we are.

You know what's absolutely wild to me? The fact that Jimin fanbases are now out here joining forces with other fandoms because BTS's own damn fandom couldn't get their act together when faced with the simplest test: two members in the same poll.

Like... Hello? How is it that a fandom famous for being "so big" and "so organized" suddenly can't manage basic strategic thinking? Where did all that OT7 brainpower go? Took a collective nap?

Let's be real, we all KNOW there are solos out there voting for either Jimin or RM. That's whatever, solos will solo. But the rest of you, the so-called OT7s.. Where the hell were you? Sitting there frozen because you "couldn't decide"? Babe. It's called splitting your votes evenly until the deadline is near, and THEN throwing your full weight behind whoever needs the push.

It's not rocket science. It's literally common sense. Balance. Logic. Teamwork makes the dream work. Heard of it?

But nooo, instead we get this situation where an actual BTS member's fanbase has to go BEGGING other fandoms for help, because "ARMY" were too busy being indecisive or messy.

Tell me that's not the most embarrassing thing ever. I'll wait.

Honestly, the fact that this is even needed to be said..

Embarassing is not even strong enough. Tragic.

Let me just drop a tutorial based on the current events:

How to lose a poll in 3 easy steps: a Masterclass by OT7s Step 1 : Have TWO members in a poll. Panic. Forget how voting works. Become a "deer in headlights" for 5 business days straight. Step 2 : Let the solos do all the work while the so-called "OT7s" sit there twiddling their thumbs because "OMG who I pick?? both are precious uwu. But do you think RM deserves the win this time? Or is it Jimin?" (Spoiler: you pick BOTH if you're that indecisive and not trying to be shady with one member. You divide your votes evenly. This is preschool-level math.) Step 3 : Watch one fanbase realize the Titanic is sinking and have to go beg OTHER fandoms for help because BTS's own fandom was too busy being confused or forcing others to vote for one member instead of letting people do whatever the fuck they want or at the very least come up with a fair strategy. Congratulations, you played yourself.

Meanwhile, a logical person seeing this mess:

For those not wanting to choose between the two, vote 50/50 until deadline approaches.

See who's closer to winning.

Dump all votes there.

Go outside and touch grass because it's literally not that hard.

But no, let's make it humiliating! Let's make it so bad that ARMY, the fandom known for eating awards, has to phone a friend because they couldn't handle a poll with two members without self-destructing, failing miserably at finding the best fair and square strategy. (Again this is not about solos who are already decided on who to vote for, or those who individually already decided who to go for, i'm talking about stupid ass OT7 accounts who are creating division in the fandom, forcing others to vote for who THEY decided is best suited or according to them is best deserving to win this time. Bfr)

Honestly, peak comedy. I would laugh if it wasn't so secondhand embarrassing.

[syndianites]

from @licantropa

As someone who watched from Tom's pov originally, I remember getting so frustrated that there was (or rather, felt like) little content for Dianite/the Dianitees because it was ~all about Ianite~ and ~Jordan is the main character~. The irony, of course, was the fact that Mianite himself was the least loved and focused on god. And as much as I loved Syndisparklez I would get annoyed when so much of it was Jordan's pov, or when I searched for other content and it was all Ianite Ianite Ianite, Jordan Jordan Jordan.

For a while it got to the point where I refused to look at any content for them ^^);;;;;

I've gotten over it now, especially once I realized I could just. Make more content for other people lmao. Actually, I originally didn't care about Capsize BECAUSE she was always talked about in relation to Jordan and I wrote her off as a random love interest for a guy that clearly didn't really care about her outside of being his love interest.

I was also a teen when I went through all this so I'd like to think I've matured and stopped being so petty lol

its so wild to have gone from the mianite days where it was all about the boys and boy kissers to be in the day where we all love the girls and the girl kissers. not to say one is better than the other, but i joined the fandom in the bleak, empty year of 2017 and finding content for Sonja, Capsize, hell even Martha, was like looking for a needle in a haystack bigger than the state of texas. its wild.

one thing that remains the same is that all of tiem reester is queer

[cherrypopidol]

“𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼, 𝓓𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓜𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱”

𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝓊𝒻𝒻 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

you have met Duff McKagan on a Thursday night you almost didn’t leave the house

it had been one of those days—job applications unanswered, your bank account hovering in a place that made you chew your lip while logging in and a dull, aching question hanging around your head like fog: What the hell am I even doing anymore?

you weren’t supposed to be at the benefit. a friend of a friend bailed last minute and handed off a plus-one ticket with the words: “There’ll be free food and hot old people. Wear something that breathes.”

you showed up in your best black dress and your lowest expectations, fully prepared to blend into the wallpaper and drink champagne until it was socially acceptable to leave

you didn’t expect him to walk in and you sure as hell didn’t expect him to notice you

at first, you weren’t even looking. you were pretending to be interested in the silent auction items—a signed basketball, a vintage bottle of scotch, a private plane experience you couldn’t afford if you sold your kidneys—when you felt the air shift. like gravity changed.

you glanced up and there he was

Duff McKagan.

tall. lean. quiet in a way that made people look twice. a little gray at the temples, tanned skin, button-down rolled at the forearms. clean-cut, in a rockstar kind of way. his presence was magnetic, but not loud. like he didn’t need to try.

he scanned the room like he was reading it, not performing. and then—his eyes found you

it wasn’t one of those dramatic movie moments. he didn’t double take. he didn’t grin.

He just looked and gave you small, soft smile

like he saw something

and you forgot what you were pretending to read on the bid sheet

later, he told you it was the way you didn’t look away.

most people did, he said—glanced once and then got nervous or starstruck or weird about the past

and you? you held his gaze. curious. steady.

and that was enough for him to cross the room

he said hi like you already knew each other

you blinked up at him “You’re Duff McKagan.”

he smirked “Sometimes.”

you giggled—because what the hell else do you do when a man like that talks to you like you're equals?

you find out later that he’s been sober for over two decades, that he writes as much as he plays now, and that he’s been through more shit than you’ll probably ever understand. and then, because your brain-to-mouth filter was already on vacation you blurted:

“I didn’t know sober legends went to boring fundraisers.”

he gave you a look, somewhere between impressed and amused

“That’s why they feed us tiny food and sparkling water. Keeps us from getting restless.”

you smiled, embarassed because you didn't mean to actually say that “Is it working?”

he tilted his head “Well. I just found you. So yeah, I’d say it’s working pretty well.”

you talked for longer than you meant to. over bite-sized bruschetta and clinking glasses and bad jazz covers. you told him a little—where you were from, what you used to do, what you thought you wanted. he asked more questions than you expected. asked like he cared.

you kept waiting for the turn—for him to name-drop, to show off, to steer the conversation back to himself but he didn’t.

he watched you talk. actually listened.

you liked the way he made eye contact and didn’t fill the silences with bullshit

you liked the way he stood just close enough to make you feel seen, but not enough to invade

and you definitely liked the way his voice dropped when he asked, quietly:

“You here with anyone?”

you shook your head

“Lucky me.”

he got your number before the night was over

not with a smirk or a line or some rockstar wink. just a quiet, “I’d like to see you again” said like a grown man who meant it

you gave it to him. wrote it on a napkin with a pen from your purse, slightly buzzed on adrenaline and disbelief

then you floated home, heart thudding, thumb hovering over your phone

when he texted a few hours later—“You made that fundraiser worth it.”—you smiled so hard your cheeks hurt

You already knew: You were in trouble.

you haven't slept with him right away

you told yourself it’s smart. that you’re just pacing things. but the truth is, Duff McKagan is the first man in a long time who makes you nervous in a way that actually matters

not because he’s famous—though you won’t pretend that wasn’t part of the shock at first. but because when he looks at you, it’s like he sees straight through you. like he could take one deep breath and name every secret you never told anyone

it’s been three weeks. and four dates. and a hell of a lot of texts that make your skin flush and your stomach flip

tho he’s never pushed.

not once.

even when you curl your legs onto his lap while you’re watching something on his couch. even when your cheek brushes his shoulder and your breath catches. even when he lifts a hand to your thigh and just... leaves it there. a slow, steady burn through denim

you know what he’s capable of

you’ve read the stories. hell, you could quote them. the wild tours, the women, the chaos... the groupies. the way his band used to leave behind a different kind of wreckage every night

but the man you’ve come to know isn’t that guy anymore

he’s measured. still funny as hell. dry wit, quiet smirks, sharper than people give him credit for. but soft around the edges in a way that surprises you. clean, steady, patient.

and even more dangerous for it

because that kind—the ones who look at you like you’re more than a body—those are the ones who make you forget how to protect yourself

it happened on a Sunday

rain tapping against his windows, an old Alice Coltrane record humming from his living room speaker. you’re in sweatpants and one of his hoodies - yours was soaked with rain because you insisted on going to his place on your own instead of him driving you there and you didn't think it will start raining in the meantime- curled into the crook of his couch. you’re sipping tea, he’s reading a book with his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose

it’s domestic. ridiculously so.

and you’re so relaxed you forget to guard your mouth

“You ever miss it?” you ask, voice soft

he doesn’t look up “Miss what?”

“The chaos. The drinking. The... not being good all the time.”

he lifts an eyebrow, flips the page

“You think I’m good now?”

you blink, heartbeat kicking

“I mean—you’re... balanced. You’ve got your life together. You meditate. You drink healthy juice at the morning.”

now he does look at you.

“Sweetheart” he says, voice low “Being sober doesn’t make me safe. It just makes me... focused.”

there’s a moment—one of those slow, dangerous silences

your heart’s in your throat

his eyes drop to your lips. then lower.

he closes the book. sets it down on the coffee table without breaking eye contact

“I’ve been good because I respect you. Because I don’t take shit from you that you’re not offering.”

your breath hitches

“But don’t mistake my restraint for lack of interest.”

he shifts, leans toward you, hand sliding over your knee

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the night I met you” he says, so simply it knocks the air out of you “But I don’t take what isn’t ready.”

he tugs the hem of his hoodie—his hoodie—up your thigh, just enough to show the curve of your leg

“You ready now, sweetheart?”

your throat’s dry. your whole body pulses

you nod.

“Words” he says, soft but firm

“Yes” you whisper “Please.”

he leans in close, mouth ghosting the shell of your ear

“Good girl.”

you barely remember the way he lifts you from the couch, arms wrapped tight under your thighs, hoodie riding up past your hips. your fingers clutch the soft cotton at his chest as he carries you down the hall, your heartbeat so loud it drowns out the rain against the windows.

his bedroom is darker, warmer. clean, simple. no rockstar nonsense. just big windows, blackout curtains, soft sheets that smell like cedar and soap

Duff lays you down like you’re something valuable. not fragile—he knows better than that—but precious. like he wants to memorize every angle before he takes anything from you

he hovers over you for a long, quiet moment, just watching you breathe, brushing his fingers over the edge of your jaw.

“You sure you want this?” he murmurs again, like it’s second nature

you nod, firmer this time “Yes. I don't want to keep waiting anymore”

his mouth curves, not quite a smile—more like satisfaction. a quiet finally.

then he kisses you. deeply. thoroughly. his lips are soft but sure, and the minute his tongue finds yours, your whole body goes weightless beneath him

Duff kisses like he’s got all the time in the world and every intention of ruining you by the end of it. one hand cradles your jaw while the other roams—over your hip, under the hem of the hoodie, tracing bare skin like he’s reading it in braille.

“You smell like me” he murmurs, lips brushing yours, palm splayed across your thigh “You wore this on purpose?”

you nod, a little breathless and embarassed

he chuckled low in his throat “Yeah, you knew what you were doing.”

then he’s kneeling between your legs, sliding your pants off slowly, baring inch by inch like unwrapping a gift he’s waited weeks to touch. He drops them on the floor, leans down, presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, then another.

“Been thinking about this pussy for weeks” he murmurs “You sitting on my couch all sweet and soft, looking at me like you don’t know exactly how distracting you are.”

you blushed at his words while his hands slide up your thighs. you arch into his touch without meaning to

he groans when he sees the wet spot on your panties

“Christ, baby…”

he presses his mouth over the cotton. just once. just enough to make your hips jerk

“Let me take care of you” he whispered “Just relax. I’ve got you.”

you whimper when he peels your panties down, kissing every inch of skin he uncovers like a slow blessing. Then his mouth is on you—hot, deliberate, slow

Duff eats you out like he wants to be your religion

long, deep licks, followed by soft, teasing flicks over your clit. he holds your thighs wide, not letting you squirm away, even when it’s too much. he hums against you when you moan, greedy for the sound. every time you grip his hair tighter, he groans louder—encouraged, hungry

“You taste so fuckin’ good” he mutters against you “I could stay down here all night.”

but when your hips start jerking and your hands twist in the sheets, he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes

“Wanna feel you come on my fingers first.”

two fingers slip in—slow and thick, stretching you perfectly—and he watches your face as he moves them, curling just right. you gasped and bite on your hand not to scream

“There you go. That’s it, baby.”

you’re already so close it feels unfair. it’s not fast—it’s deep. controlled. he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“That’s it. Let go for me.”

you do. with a cry and a full-body shake, you come around his fingers, so hard your vision whites out for a second

when you open your eyes, he’s wiping his fingers on the sheet, licking his lips like he’s savoring the aftertaste.

“Good girl” he murmurs “You ready for more?”

you reach for him “Need you inside me. Please, Duff”

he smiles like you just gave him the keys to heaven

“Say that again”

you breathe it against his mouth “I need you.”

he looked at you like he was waiting for something more before you added a breathless "Duff."

that gets him. the careful restraint in his eyes fractures just a little

you help undress him, tugging his shirt off, tracing your hands over the inked skin, the lithe frame that’s still solid and strong. he’s leaner now than he was in the old photos, but no less powerful. his body is proof of discipline, of years rebuilding

you run your hands over his chest, his ribs, his hips.

“You’re beautiful” you whisper

he groans “Don’t say that while I’m trying not to come just from lookin’ at you.”

you both laugh—but it’s breathless. charged.

he reaches for the condom on the nightstand, tears it open, and rolls it on with a hiss

then he settles between your legs, guiding himself in slowly, watching your face the whole time

“Ohh... fuck.” he breathes “You feel like heaven, baby.”

he starts to move, slow and deep, pressing his forehead to yours. every stroke deliberate. he holds your hips, your wrists, your gaze.

“You’re mine tonight” he whispers “All mine. You understand me?”

you nod moaning

but he doesn’t want just that

“Say it.”

“I’m yours” you gasp “I’m yours, Duff—please don’t stop—”

he kisses you hard, swallowing the end of your sentence

his thrusts speed up just enough to make your breath stutter, your body tight with pleasure again. he slips a hand between your bodies, circles your clit, eyes locked on yours the whole time

“Come for me one more time” he says “I want to feel that pretty pussy clenching on my dick now...”

you do, again—louder, wetter, clutching him to you like your body doesn’t know how to handle it

Duff groans, deep in his throat, and stills inside you with a low, shattered growl as he comes too

“Jesus” he pants, forehead pressed to your shoulder “You’re dangerous.”

You laugh weakly, wrapping your arms around him after he pulled out

“You started it.”

your breathing is still uneven when he eases out of you

Duff moves slowly — like he’s afraid to break the moment. His hand traces down your thigh, grounding you with the warmth of his palm before he disappears for a moment. you hear the soft shuffle of a drawer, the crinkle of the wrapper, the faint sound of water running. you try to sit up, but your limbs feel like silk—heavy and warm and undone

“Stay” he says gently from across the room

and you do. because your body’s still humming, because his voice has a way of making obedience feel like safety.

he comes back with a damp cloth and a bottle of water, crouches beside the bed now wearing his sweatpants and brushes your hair back from your face

"You still with me, sweetheart?" he asks, voice low, laced with something fragile beneath the rasp

you nod. he still searches your eyes like he needs more than that

“I mean it. You okay?”

your voice comes out hoarse “Yeah. I'm okay. Really...”

and that’s when he kisses your forehead — not lustful, not teasing, just soft and utterly sincere

he cleans you gently between your legs, whispering a quiet sorry, baby when you flinch at the sensitivity, kissing your knee like it’ll make up for it. there’s something reverent in the way he does it, like this part matters just as much as the rest. maybe more

once he’s done, he tosses the cloth aside and helps you under the covers like you’re something sacred. the bed’s still warm from your bodies, but he pulls the blanket up over your shoulders anyway.

then he climbs in beside you, settling on his side. you turn to him without thinking. instinct.

his arms open for you like they were waiting

you curl into his chest, head tucked under his jaw, and feel him exhale like this — this — is what he’s been wanting all along. not just your body. you. this closeness.

he strokes your back, slow and steady

your fingertips brush his ribs — the faint curve of old scars, of long-gone chaos. he doesn’t flinch. he lets you explore. his hands are careful in return, wide palms spreading warmth across your skin

neither of you talks for a while

when you finally speak, your voice is soft

“You always this good at aftercare?”

he chuckles against your hair.

“No” he says “I’m good at you.”

you flush

he keeps stroking your spine. “You don’t know what it does to me… having you here. Letting me see you like this. Letting me take care of you.”

you look up at him.

“But you could have anyone here... in your bed” you whisper

he huffed and asked calmly “You think so low of me?”

you backed out immediately stuttering “I— No— I mean—!” as he just chuckled and brushed your hair softly

“I'm just kidding but... I don't want anyone else... God you think you would be here if I ever met someone as good as you? You're sweet, you're honest, You see me... my real self... and you're not scared of him. I admire you for that”

it made you blush and you don't even know when it happend that you were kissing him again. afterwards he smiled softly but his eyes — God, his eyes. that’s where it lives. the softness. the gratitude. the echo of someone who once thought he’d ruined everything good in his life

Duff leans in and kisses your cheek. then your temple. then the tip of your nose, just to make you laugh. and when you do, he finally lets himself relax fully beside you, pulling you close and tangling your legs together under the blanket

when you were finally drifting to sleep you added soft “Thank you..” and he just softly kissed your template...

the rain hasn’t stopped outside

but in his arms, everything’s warm and quiet.

safe.