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important research

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im still not over the sleep thing one sec i gotta rant about this shit

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i can see you

james potter x best friends sister!reader (smut)

summary: james develops a strange feeling for sirius’ sister (reader) when she comes to london once her job required her to move. he first off thought she was a shitty person, an awful one with an awfully pretty face. so when sirius offers for her to stay in their loft until she finds an apartment, he decides he’s going to make her want to get out of there as fast as possible, until he wants her to stay more than anything in this whole world.

a/n: omg im so sorry this took so long, i tried my best w this one. also, english isn’t my first language so sorry for any mistakes. inspired by i can see you - taylor swift

warnings: mdni. smut with plot, afab!reader, use of she/her pronouns in reference to reader, use of y/n (I AM SORRY), afab!reader, being shorter than james, muggle & modern day!au, chef!peter, ships included (dorlene, marylily, wolfstar), swearing, cuddling, mentions of alcohol and drinking, a lot of physical touch, kind of public??, kissing, praise, v soft dom!james, fingering, oral (m receiving), light choking, size kink??, penetration, unprotected (don’t do this please), overstimulation

for the past two years, you started to have weekly calls with your brother, to update him on your life and know what’s happening on his.

you got transferred to london because of your job, you couldn’t find any apartments online and you were supposed to move the other week, being really desperate you told him about it, hoping he knew a real estate agent or something like that, but you were incredibly caught by surprise with his answer.

“thats such nonsense, you should just stay in my empty room until you find another place.” sirius said, his phone on speaker as he made a sandwich in the kitchen. james eyed him with a confused look on his face, but sirius decided to ignore it.

“really?” you ask, hopeful, you really could take a break from looking for apartments.

“of course. i mean, remus has practically moved into my room, so we just need to take some stuff of his out, but yeah, its no big deal.” james couldn’t help but look at him like he was crazy, remus’ room was right next to his, hell, remus’ room had a bathroom adjoined to his. james was starting to feel faint.

as soon as sirius got off the phone with you, he started blabbing.

“what the fuck, sirius?!” james said loudly, sirius sighed, putting his sandwich harshly on the plate.

“what now? i’m really just trying to eat here”

“your sister? really?” he looked like he was about to faint.

“she’ll pitch in on the rent, don’t worry about that” your brother tried to get him calm.

“oh please, i dont care about that! you know how i feel about sharing spaces” he was getting stressed, he couldn’t help it. “and you know how i feel about your family, i have been telling you to be more careful these past years but you don’t listen at all!”

it really had to be remus’s room? couldn’t peter just switch rooms and lend her his instead?

“she’s not like my parents, and neither is regulus, they didn’t do anything” sirius paused, “do your best friend a favor, will you?” and he knew he was going to.

“she’s not messy or nosy or anything like that, right?” james asked, giving into it fully.

“please, shes a cleaning freak, she’s worse than my mother” he paused. “that’s an exaggeration but she’s not messy at all, i swear. you wont even notice she’s around.” james doubted that, but he knew how much sirius missed his siblings, and he knew how fond sirius was of you.

james swore to himself he was going to get you to leave either way, he didn’t want you there and he didn’t care if he had to pay more rent because of it. he didn’t like you, he never did. even in school, before the whole sirius moving out thing, he felt weird around you. and he remembered that feeling very well, even if it was many years before, he didn’t feel like he could forget.

-

your moving truck arrived at the building a few hours before you, but when you got there, sirius had already arranged your furniture, which did make you a bit emotional. he had even bought a toothbrush, carefully arranging it in the right side of the cabinet, the side that pointed towards the door of the bathroom that led to your room.

the boys came to pick you up at the train station, you recognized them from sirius’ social media. they were everywhere.

you were extremely confused on why all of them had come and pick you up, you were hoping to see your brother standing awkwardly, instead he was there with all of his roommates. you felt like you were a teenage girl again, trying to talk to your brother during lunch, but his friends were always around.

you recognized remus from the photos he sent you, and peter was always on the background of your calls with him baking something.

and then there was james.

james potter. you didn’t know how to feel about him anymore. when your brother first introduced you, you found him attractive, but then you hated him.

when your brother ran away to his home you couldn’t help but hate him.

sure, your house wasn’t the best place in the world, but he took away your older brother, how were you supposed to feel?

as time passed you started to tolerate his presence. now you really don’t care about him, but he sure looked better than he usually did many years before.

-

you felt like you could kill him.

after living with james for a month you found him obnoxious, rude, annoying and a few other things you were too lazy to mention.

but the thing you hated the most was how invasive he could be.

you barged into his room, he was laying there, crumbs all over his red shirt.

"you should learn how to knock" he rolled his eyes when he said it, your brows furrowed.

"you ate my brownies." you had baked a few because it was bring your kid to work day and you were in charge of the snacks.

“they were really good, i thought peter made them” james paused. “he runs a restaurant downtown, you know, he’s always baking and-“

“i’m gonna have to make a whole new batch. you ate like ten of them.” you were about to get a really bad headache depending on his answer.

“i told you, they were really good.”

if you were in a cartoon you would’ve turn red and there would be smoke coming out of your nostrils and your ears. you had no comment.

you hated when he did that, just compliment you so you couldn’t really hate him that much anymore.

he used your shampoo, but it smelled really nice.

he ate your leftovers, but you really know how to order chinese food.

he even wore one of your biggest shirts you bought when you were in college because you were too lazy to buy pijamas and suddenly that shirt was really nice, because, sure, james potter actually listened to avril lavigne.

he even shrunk one of your favorite sundresses, you almost cried that day and he never even apologized.

the list went on and on, and somehow, every compliment of his sounded like he was taunting you, making fun of you right in front of your face and all you could ever do was thank him.

maybe that’s just how you were, polite no matter what. but you sure didn’t want to be polite to james that day.

“no, you don’t get to do that” you felt like you were being crazy.

“what do you mean?” he chuckled. he so did not chuckle.

“you don’t get to compliment me! that doesn’t bring my brownies back!” the word brownie sure sounded stupid in that moment.

“i’ll bake more for you, but they’ll suck, you know that” he actually sat on the bed to argue, how kind of him.

“the kids will probably die if they eat your brownies.”

“you’re feeding children? where do you even work?” he looked so confused and you kept getting angrier.

“do i really look like the kind of person who would eat a hundred billion thousand brownies? god, james, why can’t you just not touch my shit?”

“that’s not even a real number and there were a lot of them! i thought it wouldn’t make a difference!”

“it wouldn’t, if you had eaten one or two, but you ate half of them!”

“oh please, lets put it to a maximum of 25%, alright?” you felt like you were going absolutely insane. he was probably going to get you in a mental hospital and you’d be walking around, looking half dead, murmuring ‘brownies brownies brownies, i want my brownies back’.

you decided to just give up, slamming the door the hardest you could while heading out.

-

as halloween came around, the bickering with james stopped, you didn’t quite know if it was because of the season or you just got used to each other, but you didn’t mind it much. he could be very exhausting when upset, and you were sure you could too.

you loved fall, maybe it was that you were in a great mood. pumpkin flavored stuff, candles and everything else included.

on the day before halloween, you woke up early, you had to go apartment hunting and once you got back you would try and help peter make deserts. even though your ghost shaped cookies look like very sick jellyfish, you wanted to help. it was the most you could do, you weren’t paying rent, sirius wouldn’t let you. and they were going to throw a party on the next day so you wanted to help them get everything settled.

when you got home you were so incredibly tired, you had spent all day out and it was already 9pm. you had to walk so much you felt like you were your feet would fall off because they were used more on that day than they were your entire life. you were more upset you didn’t get to help with the food though, the pain didn’t really matter that much compared to that.

you just wanted to lay on your bed, put your feet up and-

giggles.

there were giggles coming from your room.

and then you remembered it, the neighbors, a few girls that went to the same school as you and were very good friends with your brother were staying over. a big slumber party of some sort, you and james were sleeping in the living room, because, of course, the four girls formed two couples and they would sleep together separately. no actual bed for you tonight! you really liked them though, so you couldn’t complain.

you knocked on the door to your own room and marlene opened it, cheeks flushed, and you could see dorcas on your bed, doing something on her phone.

“hi, lene” you decided to call her that because sirius called her that, it was cute. “sorry for bothering you both, i just wanted to get my pillow, my blanket and change real quick”

“oh sure, come in” she opened the door and you went straight for the drawer under the bed, grabbing a light green heavy one, you usually used that on winter but it was a cold night and you didn’t really want to bother them by taking your usual one from off the bed.

you never changed clothes so fast, tossing them in the laundry bin along with a shit ton of james’ shirts that were on his side of the sink.

“thank you, have a nice night”

you sighed while going to the living room, to find james sitting on the armchair, shirtless and wearing sweatpants, drinking a beer and watching that 70s show (again). you decided to ignore how good he looked and just get some rest because you really didn’t want go think about james in that moment, or ever as a matter of fact.

you lay down on the couch and throw the blanket over your head.

“you know what bums me out about this show?” james says abruptly, like you would really like to know. you grunt, waiting for his answer. “they really didn’t know when to stop it, its only good until what? season-“

“james, im really tired, i just wanna get some rest, please” you get out from under the covers to say that, so he ignores it fully.

“how did apartment hunting go?” he asks, pausing the episode and asking alexa to turn on some playlist with songs a sad dad would listen to.

“shitty, theres not one good place up for rent in this city, its actually sick”

“yeah, thats tough” he pauses for a brief moment “come here” he said, patting his knee. was he asking you to sit on his lap? was he going fucking crazy?

“i’m sorry, what?” you were so confused, since when was he like that to you?

“get up, sit here with me a little.” were you dreaming? was this one of those weird wet dreams you had in high school?

“james, i’m really tired, my back hurts and i really want to lay-“

“i’ll give you a massage, it’s whatever” he answered, a sad puppy look on his face.

you gave in. you walked over to him and sat on the arm of the chair, but he pulled you onto his lap.

“i need to be close to you, if i’m not it’s really awkward and uncomfortable.” some song you didn’t know was playing.

it was slow and sounded old, you didn’t recognize it.

“james come on, im really tired.” you say, smiling though, you didn’t know why he was doing this. he must’ve had an awfully good day.

“just for a bit.” why were his hands on your waist? why were you nervous. you nodded, you felt that if you opened your mouth to speak, nothing would come out.

you could feel his breathing on your neck, his hands roaming your waist as he lead them up to your shoulders.

his hands were on the low of your back, under your shirt. that was certainly new, and that was really not a massage, but you weren’t complaining.

you looked back at him, wide eyed, what was he doing?

once you turned your face to look at him, you couldn’t look away anymore.

maybe it was how nice he looked in the paused lighting of the tv, maybe it was how warm he felt, when the weather was so chilly recently, whatever it was, it hooked you.

he was looking straight into your eyes and you felt so open to him, it was weird to see him like this.

you felt like you were back in school being head over heels for your brother's best friend.

you heard keys jingling outside, so you stepped away, leaving him sat by himself wondering what he did wrong. sirius opened the door abruptly, scaring james, who looked at him confused.

“sorry, mate, the door was … hey! is that my instrumental playlist?” james turned a bit pink.

“yeah, I was just...” he looked at you. “forget it.” he turned it off. you were pretending to be unbothered, looking at something your phone.

you couldn’t quite wrap your mind around what had just happened.

you unfolded the sofa into a bed, getting comfortable on the right side, but then you felt his eyes back on you as sirius went into his own room.

“oh, sorry. do you want the couch? i can sleep on the chair, i don’t really-“

“we can share. don’t worry about it.” you nod at his comment. what had gotten into him? he turned off the lights, leaving the tv on. you were trying to calm down, sleeping in the same place as him, being nervous about it was so silly, but, still, you could feel your heartbeat.

“you wanna pick something?” he interrupted your thoughts, you didn’t want to watch anything. you wanted it to be over as soon as possible.

“no, you can just go back to your thing, i don’t mind it.” you answered. he laid down by your side.

fuck.

you were going to share the damn blanket.

he unpaused the tv, putting the remote on the right arm of the couch, that was your side. his arm went over you, he wrapped his arm around your waist once he went back to his side, though half of it was empty.

was he trying to spoon you? you could feel yourself getting nervous, your body starting to feel hot.

you (stupidly) decided to test his actual intentions with that, turning to your side to see if he’d pull you in, he quickly did.

you could have died right there.

he had never even hugged you before, was he really horny or something? and so you felt it.

‘oh my god.’ you thought to yourself repeatedly.

you felt his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him, which was basically impossible with your ass already glued to his crotch.

you ended up sleeping like that, waking up in the morning to the ‘are you still watching?’ screen.

the day was fine, and you found out you and James had a lot in common, you ended up talking the entire evening, he spent the whole party next to you.

you slept in separate rooms at night, but you still spent a while with him in his room talking about all sorts of things. you never imagined how you and james could be alike. you never imagined how could be so sweet, funny and nice.

after the fall holidays you and james became closer and closer, when labor day came up you realized how much you liked him and when thanksgiving came around, you realized how you might actually be falling for him.

he didn’t help with that at all. he was always touching you, you even ended up cuddling when you would watch some awful movie in his room.

you never really got if he liked you as a friend or he wanted something more, until christmas.

you carefully placed your gifts under the tree on christmas eve, so in the morning when you saw a little box with your name on it, you were incredibly excited.

everyone was sat on the living room floor, opening gifts. in the little box was an envelope and it was from all of the guys. there was something written in the paper inside but you didn’t want read it in the moment.

“thanks” you smiled, but you didn’t quite know what it meant.

“we all talked and we want you to put your name on the lease.” sirius said quickly, looking at you anxiously.

“like, actually?” you ask, starting to feel extremely happy because you loved living with them.

“yeah” remus answered, smiling.

“thanks, i really appreciate it.” you couldn’t stop smiling, it felt great to know they wanted you there. james, who was sat next to you, gave you a one arm hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“so you’re gonna let me pay rent now?” you ask to your brother, smiling.

“i guess so.” he replied. you knew he was happy too. “gonna get you an actual gift though”

they were planning a big christmas party, they invited some people from work, the girls and some other people you didn’t really know, so you were expecting to spend the night with james. you went all out, put on your favorite red dress which was short but still fancy for the event.

once you were ready, half of the party was already there, including all of james’ coworkers and friends. you sat next to him on the couch, they were all there all talking about something from his work you didn’t really understand.

they were all dressed up too, but what shocked you the most was that james was wearing a suit, sure, his necktie was already loose and the buttons on his shirt too, but he looked amazing.

“can i stay with you fot the rest of the night? i don’t really know anyone here.” you whispered into his ear, nervous about the answer.

“sure” he nodded. “hey, henry” he called for his coworker that was sitting on the couches arm.

“yeah?” the guy answered.

“this is y/n, the friend i was telling you about the other day.” james gestures to you. you can’t help but smile awkwardly and wonder what he said about you.

“oh, hi! pleasure to meet you.” he got up from his chair and shook your hand, smiling at james and nodding. what did that mean?

“pleasure to meet you too.” you smile at him.

“i’m just gonna get some drinks, i’ll ill be right back. do you want something?” james asked you.

“just a soda.” he gets up and heads to the kitchen.

“so, tell me, how are your brownies?” henry jokes, you look at him confused.

“good, i guess, but thats a biased opinion.” you answer, curious on how he knew about your brownies.

“you know, james talks about you all the time.” he comments, you were sure he already had a few drinks.

“really? what does he say?”

“when you first moved in he hated you, you know? he always said it was fun to make you mad and all. but since october he’s been so nice when he talks about you, i personally think he fancies you, but i wouldn’t know. i don’t think he’d tell me if he did, specially because you’re his friends sister and all.” he was rambling but you really enjoyed the part he said about james seeing you as more than a friend, you enjoyed it so much you didn’t even pay attention to what he said after that.

“i doubt it, we just turned into good friends, that’s all.”

“nah, i think he wants to make you into something else.” henry might’ve just made your entire night with that phrase. you couldn’t hide your smile anymore.

“here’s your soda, a beer for you, henry” james handed the drinks and took a sip of his coke. you sat next to him, holding your soda in both of your hands, looking down at it nervously. “did something happen?” he asked you.

“no, just thinking ‘bout something” you answer, looking into his eyes now. he smiles, wrapping his arm around your waist. that makes you so flustered, you feel your entire body getting warmer and that’s just the start of it.

for the rest of the night, he stayed by your side. his hand resting on your waist, thigh, around your shoulders, wherever he wanted them. you could feel your heart beating in your chest for most of the time. he had never done that before, not in public and surely not like that, not in a sexual manner, at least that’s how you identified it, because one thing was a friendly touch, the other was what he was doing.

he made you feel needy, aching for more - he was making you want him.

did he notice? did he ever even perceive how he made you feel? how could he not?

goosebumps covered you once he grazed your thigh for the first time out of five, the fifth was when he finally let his hand stay put there.

it made you feel crazy, it really did.

you didn’t know if he meant it as you took it, but you really hoped he did.

the party was still going around 1am, james had disappeared and you were left sitting on the couch, waiting for him to come back.

you couldn’t stop thinking about him and it made you feel kind of silly. you were a bit disappointed that nothing happened but you sort of expected it. you knew nothing would actually occur, but still, it made you a bit sad. maybe the touch lead you on, but it-

you looked at your phone once it vibrated and you felt the absolute need to scream because of how excited the text made you, but you didn’t.

‘James: come to my room once you read this, please.’

you didn’t think much of it, though you would’ve come if he just asked you to like he normally did.

you finished your drink and knocked on his door. he opened it but didn’t look at you, his eyes were focused on your knees, he looked nervous.he was still wearing his pants and the dress shirt, except it was unbuttoned. shit.

“y/n?” he was looking at you now.

fuck.

“yeah?”

“you look really good tonight.”

“i clean up nice sometimes.” you smile.

“oh please, you always look good” he turned a bit pink once he said it. “and thats a really nice dress” his voice was low when he said it, was he actually hitting on you?

“thank you” you whispered, you couldn’t help but feel anxious as his body got closer to yours.

“you know, i’ve been thinking about something for a while now” he says. you could feel your stomach start to twist and turn because you were so anxious on what he was doing next. you hummed, making sure he would continue what he was saying, but he didn’t.

he just kissed you like it was the easiest thing in the world. he pulled you into his room and closed the door, locking it quickly.

the feeling of his lips on yours was something you craved for a while now, you needed it so much you started to wonder if it was normal for you to need something this much.

you couldn’t stop once it started. his hands were on your hips and you tugged onto his hair desperately.

kissing him is redefining the whole concept of kissing to you, and probably ruining every other sexual experience you could have for the rest of your life.

he pushed you into the door, his hands now on your ass.

“shit” he let out quickly as he stopped kissing you so roughly and started giving you quick pecks. “you have no idea for how long i wanted to do this.” you hummed. “you’re so fucking hot, it makes me crazy.” the praise was making your stomach twist again, a wet spot being formed between your legs.

he carried you with your legs around his body and took you to his bed. the same bed you have used to lay down to watch movies, to just gossip or discuss things, to do whatever.

he sat down and kept you on his lap, straddling him, but you needed more. as he kissed you roughly and messily you would casually rock your hips, causing friction. after you did that a few times he laid you down on the bed, telling you to stop being such a tease, he got on top of you, supporting himself with his knees, one of them between your legs, causing friction and making you more aroused.

when he started playing with the strings that held the dress together, you knew you were done for, so you let him undo the bow, kissing your neck. he was messy, sometimes he would bite and it would send bolts of electricity down your spine.

“james…” you let out as he bit you again.

“tell me” he said, trailing his kisses down to your clavicle. “can i take this off too?” he asked, playing with your bra. you nodded but he didn’t move an inch.

“i need to hear you say it. can i take this off?” he was such a fucking tease, it made you go crazy. he loved to hear your voice, he knew you wanted him to take it off, he just liked to hear you say it.

“yes, please” you struggled to hold in a moan once he started sucking on your neck.

“thank you” he answered, looking back to the hickey he gave you. “hmm, that’s gonna leave a mark, sorry baby” baby? he had never called you that, you hummed as he took off his collared shirt and then proceeded to take off your bra . he groaned at the sight of you, which drove you mad. his growing bulge was exposed.

he was big.

you immediately regretted every single time you had made a small dick joke (sure, there were only 2 times but they did happen).

he was on his knees, towering over you.

“you’re so pretty”, he leaned down to kiss you again, this time more eager than ever. his right hand cupped your jaw as his left one roamed your body, making you ache for more and more. “i really wanna touch you” he whispered and went back to kissing you, his left hand now between your thighs, waiting for permission to move.

“please” you whisper, stopping the kiss briefly. he kept on kissing you as he stimulated you through the fabric of your underwear, but that didn't happen for long, specially because of how wet it was, he needed to touch you, he couldn't help himself. the dress was so hiked up it looked like a shirt, but instead of helping you take it off, he pulled it down a bit, so he had access to your chest. he immediately started kissing around your left tit, making you go absolutely insane. and that combined with the sudden touch to your clit? yeah, you were getting fucked up that night.

he was better than anyone had ever been to you. sucking in your nipple and fingering you slowly, he was making you go crazy, needing him more.

he stopped sucking on your nipple and went back to your neck, his hand not stopping at all. the right one went to cover your mouth as you moaned.

“be quiet, hm? want everyone to listen? don’t wanna stuff that pretty mouth of yours too” his non dominant hand went to your neck, choking you lightly as his other one fucked into you. you were so close to cumming, with his thumb stimulating your clit as his other fingers went in and out of you, he knew that you were close, specially with the way your pussy was tightening around him. “so fucking tight, aren’t you? can’t imagine how you’re gonna feel around my cock” he stopped and took his fingers out, making you whine, missing the feeling of him.

“jameees” you moan, finding the courage in you to pull him in, giving him a kiss.

“take it off”

“what?” you’re confused.

“the dress, i really wanna fuck you in it but i don’t wanna ruin it.” he lets out. “take it off” he sounded like he was ordering you, and you loved it so much, you wanted to give something back to him.

“i will, but can i suck you off first?” you ask, looking at him doe eyed, and how could he say no?

“you really want to?” he asks, furrowed brows, you nod, quickly getting on your knees as he unbuckles his belt, throwing it on the carpet. he got up and pulled his pants down, staying just in his boxers, he climbed back into bed with you, kissing you sweetly.

you were on your knees in front of him, pulling his cock out of his underwear, stroking it lightly then kissing the tip. you take him in your mouth, using your hands to stroke what couldn’t fit, which, frankly, was about a bigger portion of it. he was the biggest you ever had.

“fuck” he groaned at the movements you were making, using his left hand to get strands of hair out of your face, as his right one supported him on the bed. he was trying not to thrust into your mouth but you were making it so hard. “your mouth was made for me, baby” he whispered, looking into your eyes. his free hand went to your neck, choking you just a bit, as your head bobbed up and down, taking as much as possible.

“so good, your mouth feels so goddamn good honey” he groaned as he finished the sentence and you used your non dominant hand to cup his balls. he was moaning a bit and it was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen or heard, though you were sure you would see hotter things that same night. he started thrusting lightly, he couldn’t help himself, specially with how good your mouth made him feel.

“stop” he ordered you, and so you did, a pop sound being made as you stopped sucking and looked up at him.

“did i do something wrong?” you ask, brows furrowed. his hand hasn’t left your neck, and so he pulls you in by it. his tongue went straight in your mouth, he needed to taste him on your lips.

“i wanna fuck you” he said, looking into your eyes, waiting for any kind of response.

“yes. please do” you quickly say, kissing him quickly.

“the dress” he remembers and you quickly take it off, not stopping the staring for a second.

“want you down on all fours” he says, getting on his knees. you do as he commands, getting in an arch position as he’s on his knees behind you. he can see that you still haven’t taken off your underwear, he bites on your ass cheek and then pulls it down with his teeth.

“you don’t mind if i keep this, don’t you?” he asks, helping you take it off fully. “it’s already ruined”

“it’s yours” you look back at him, he’s smirking like the devil. he throws your underwear into his bedside drawer.

“gotta keep it safe” he whispers. you can feel his bulge through his boxers as he leans in to kiss your neck, you whine, needing him more.

“patience, i’m gonna give it to you, sweetheart” his right hand gave your ass a smack. “up” he said, signaling for you to arch your back even more. as you do so, he groans, pressing his covered member against your wet cunt.

“you’re so pretty like this, all for me?” he asked, using his hand to play with your clit.

“y-yes, all yours” you said, trying not to whine mid sentence.

“good girl. mine” he gave your shoulder a quick peck. “gonna put it in now, okay? tell me if you wanna stop” he took his dick from out of his boxers and pumped it a few times. you could’ve fainted once you felt his tip lined up to your entrance.

he went in slowly, he was way to big for you. every time you thought he was done, there would still be more of him left.

“jaaames” you would whine

“just a bit left; don’t worry, princess” once he was fully inside of you, you felt amazing, like you were in heaven. “you’re so fucking tight, ‘feels so good” he said, trying to to groan, his voice was raspy.

if took a few thrusts for you to get used to his size, but as soon as he picked up a pace, you were a mess. you couldn’t hold in your sounds, the way he was stimulating your clit was absolutely killing you.

“be fucking quiet” he demanded with a groan, “you want everyone to know who you belong to, huh?” he didn’t stop, he just went quicker as a matter of fact.

“fuck!” you squealed as he pinched your clit, his thrusts began to be more rough, you couldn’t even focus. you’re eyes kept rolling back, your mind was fully blank and the only thing that was coming out of your mouth in that moment was a mixture of james, fuck, shit and a few other curse words.

you were in ecstasy.

“you like this, don’t you?” he was grunting lowly in between every few thrusts. you were so close, you felt your high coming to you, the way he was fucking you was not helping with you trying to hold it.

“james ohmygod james, im gonna cum” you say, trying not to stumble over your words.

“ask nicely and i’ll let you” he said, stopping the stimulation on your clit and thrusting harder. he was close too, the way your tight pussy would clench around him was making him go insane.

“please let me cum, james. need it so bad” you blurted out in between whining and moaning. he grins and goes back to stimulating you.

“good girl, do it” he went faster and didn’t stop playing with your clit. your eyes rolled back and you let it go.

your walls clench tight around him, he didn’t stop as you made a mess all over his dick.

as you finished, his thrusts only got harder, you were feeling so overstimulated and you felt like he was close too.

“fuck, sweetheart. gonna cum inside you, that’s alright?” you moaned in answer.

his hips stuttered and you felt his cock twitch spilled inside of you, his juices mixing with yours.

he made sure he got rid of every single drop.

your legs were shaking as he pulled out and tucked himself back into his underwear, you collapsed on the bed and he laid down next to you.

“wanna go back to the party?” he jokes, looking into your eyes.

“shut up” you reply, looking at the ceiling of his room.

“gonna clean you up, okay?” james assured you as he threw you a shirt of his that was under the bed. you put it on but pulled him closer to you.

“okay, but just stay with me for a while if that’s alright.” you asked.

“always” he pressed a kiss onto your forehead and you knew that this was not going to be a one time thing.

[d33pd3sire-blog]

A Kiss A Day Keeps The Doctor Away.

PSA: this is my first fanfiction in a decade, pls be gentle <3

Warnings: Could be kinda smutty if you squint. Injury (nothing explicit). Dom Emily. No use of Y/N!

Context: Reader gets hurt in the field. Once Emily knew you were going to be okay, she gave you the silent treatment. No talking, no glances, nothing the whole ride home from the hospital.

As you both stand at the front door of your apartment, Emily is rummaging through her bag to find her keys. Neither of you have spoken in a few hours, both of you as stubborn as the other. After a few seconds of Emily struggling to find her keys, you huff and pull yours out, unlocking the door. You put your arm out to let her go first, but instead, she grabs your arm and drags you in.

Emily takes you to the bedroom to make sure your bandages are still okay. As she undress you slightly you get a little frustrated from the silence.

'Em, will you please say something?' you sigh.

'No.' She says, without looking up at you.

'The doctor said you have to stay off of your leg for at least a week. You're going to follow the doctors orders, correct? Or are you going to ignore them like always?' Emilys tone meant she wasn't even slightly amused.

You open your mouth to argue something back but decide against it. You choose the gaslighting route and bite your lip. 'It's really not that bad..'

'Don't.' She spits, not falling for that. 'You will follow the doctors orders.' She rewraps the bandage.

'Understood?'

The dominance radiating from Emily is intoxicating, you start to enjoy this side of her. You look up at her, as if in a trance.

'Is that an order?" you bite your lip, looking at her through your eyelashes.

She raises an eyebrow at you for a moment. Considering what way she wants to take this. 'Thats an order. You will rest until the Doctor says you're okay. Got it?'

You tap your chin in an over exaggerate way, as if you're thinking for a second. You give a cheesy grin and then adds 'Ill do it on one condition.' You take her hand and sit both of you down on the couch.

'Oh?' As she sits, she crosses her arms and stares for a moment, raising both of her eyebrows at you.

You tilt your head slightly, looking from Emilys lips to her eyes again. 'Kiss me?'

She blushes slightly at the request and clears her throat, trying to stand her ground. 'You're going to follow the doctors orders in exchange for a kiss?' She asks, making sure she heard you right.

You know what you're doing to her.

'Well, maybe a few kisses to keep me in check for the next week.' You lean closer to her, you can feel her breath on your lips. 'Its up to you.' You smile.

Emily lets out a soft sigh, fighting the urge to have you right here and now. She leans a little closer, mad at you for turning the attention away from your injury. Her mind is racing, she wanted to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss her.

Before you knew it, her hand was resting on your neck and her lips had landed on yours. You melt into her touch, her hand placement driving you crazy. Emily notices this and deepens the kiss, leading to a moan escaping your mouth.

Your moan was enough to get Emily's blood rushing. She holds the back of your head gently, as she moves to get into a better-

'Ah shit!' you hiss, the movement from Emily causing a sharp pain from your leg.

The unexpected jump from you getting hurt pulled Emily out of the trance. She looks at you full of worry and looks down, checking your leg. 'Fuck! Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Im so sorry!' You can see her mind is going to the worst places first.

'Babe, babe, its okay. Im okay, it was nothing' You try to hide your pain and give her a small kiss. She hesitantly returns it.

'I love that you care,' you smile at her and start to play with her shirt.

Emily rolls her eyes, but she can't help but smile at your statement. 'I'll be here everyday to make sure you're not on that thing. Okay?'

The idea of your girlfriend being here everyday to give you kisses makes your heart swell. 'They do say a kiss a day keeps the Doctor away.. Or something like that.' You both laugh a little.

[whumpshaped]

Beck being sick with the flu and Helle not caring?

-- @oliversrarebooks

this is actually something i wanted to write thank u for reminding me. well i mean just beck being sick in general, but yea we'll go w the flu, thats a bitch of an illness

coming back to add this after finishing: well this wasnt what i was going for, but apparently we unlocked some more tragic backstory

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tw some magic mind scrambling, but honestly?? not much- it's a sickfic, so fever dreams and the like... emotional whump, maybe- vampire carewhumper

Beck had never felt so sick in his entire life.

Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but this was definitely among the top five grossest illnesses he had ever come down with. His entire body was like a furnace, and yet he was shivering uncontrollably, even under two thick blankets.

He desperately wished there was someone to take care of him. He could barely keep his eyes open all day, could barely walk with the dizziness, the fatigue, and the muscle pain, and he couldn't even refill his water bottle periodically, let alone make himself some soup. He mostly just slept, slipping in and out of consciousness.

He'd considered calling his mother, briefly. She had always been so kind. Doting. She would've made him toast with honey and butter and cut it up into the smallest pieces for him to eat. He missed her a lot, he realised. But she couldn't come to his apartment after he'd made it so unsafe. He would just have to tough it out like an adult.

He knew there was no way Helle would just skip a visit. Skip dinner. They would barge in, rip the blankets away from him, and feed. He would just have to put up with it, as always, and maybe... maybe then, he could ask them to refill his water bottle. Would they actually do that? Or would they laugh and leave him to figure it out on his own? His eyes fluttered closed again, and he drifted into another two-hour nap.

"Oh, that is a sad sight. Oh dear..." Beck forced himself to look up, his unfocused eyes settling on the blurry outline of the vampire. He didn't have his glasses, and he was too tired to get them. "What do we have here?"

"'m sick," he croaked out, immediately made aware of his dehydration by how dry his throat and mouth were. "S-sorry."

Helle walked inside, and Beck had to close his eyes again. He was so exhausted. He'd done nothing but slept all day, and he could barely tolerate being awake for a minute. "I can see that," they said quietly. "Do you... have everything you need?"

"Water... I'm so thirsty, please..."

"Have you not drunk all day?" It almost sounded accusatory, in a way. Were they scolding him? He could hear Helle pick up his water bottle from the nightstand and leave the room, and he had never felt more grateful to them. He would've gone the whole night without drinking if they hadn't come, probably.

He tried to sit up against the headboard, but it proved more difficult than he anticipated. Especially with the two blankets; they were heavy, but Beck couldn't imagine being without them for even a second.

Helle came back with a full bottle of fresh water, sitting down on the edge of his bed without a word and gently helping him drink. They placed it on the nightstand afterwards, watching as Beck slid back down into a more horizontal position.

"Thank you," he said earnestly. Helle didn't even respond.

"Have you eaten?" He shook his head, and the vampire scoffed. "Alright." They stood up and left again, closing the bedroom door behind themself. Beck could pick out the faint sounds of a phonecall, but he had no idea what it was about. He fell asleep before Helle came back into the room.

For the next hour, he didn't even know what was or wasn't a dream. He felt something cold on his forehead, then also on his hand. He heard some gentle murmurs and whispers, too quiet to make out the words. He saw his mother for a split second, and he reached out towards her. The vampire, he wanted to say. Get out of here, mom. There's a vampire here. It's not safe. The image disappeared before he could've reached her.

"Beck," someone said softly, and he opened his eyes. "Come on, dear. Sit up."

Helle was holding a tray, but he couldn't really tell what was on it from where he lay. With great effort, he pushed himself up against the headboard again, letting the vampire please the plastic tray in his lap. There was a bowl of still steaming soup sitting on top, along with a cup of tea and some medicine.

"Where did you get the soup..?" he asked slowly, looking up at them in awe. Confused, definitely, but in awe.

"I ordered some. I took money out of your wallet." Well, that was a bit less considerate. Helle grabbed his glasses from the nightstand and handed them to him, then sat on his bed again. "Contrary to what you may be inclined to believe, I do not wish for my bloodbag's untimely death. So eat."

"It's just the flu," he mumbled, and he could've sworn he saw a flash of... something, in Helle's eyes. Anger? "I'm gonna be okay. But, but thank you. Really. I'm... I'm incredibly grateful for this."

They rolled their eyes and looked away from him, letting him eat his dinner in peace. They seemed restless, Beck noted while he sipped on his tea. There was a generous amount of honey in it, and for a moment, he wondered how Helle used to drink their tea back when they were still alive.

"Is... is something wrong?" he asked eventually, and Helle shook their head.

"Are you finished?"

"Yeah. Thank you."

They took the tray and disappeared, and Beck found he was feeling a little less dead with all that food in his system. His fever was still making him disoriented and hazy, but at least he could make a trip to the bathroom without feeling like he was going to pass out.

At some point during the night, he could feel Helle crawl into bed with him, pulling him flush against their refreshingly cold body. Half-asleep as he was, it didn't even freak him out a lot. It just felt good.

"You are way too warm," they murmured.

"'m sick," he responded, as though Helle didn't already know. Spurred on by a sudden burst of feverish courage, he took their hand and placed it on his face, enjoying the cool.

"You are so sick," they said insistently. "This can kill."

"The flu won't kill me."

"You have no way of knowing."

Beck frowned a little, unsettled by this sudden interest in his well-being. "Why are you so worried?" he asked quietly, hoping it didn't come off as too rude. He didn't mind the care. He wished Helle would care so much about him on the regular.

They didn't respond for a while. Beck was starting to think they never would, given they had already ignored the question once.

"I was going to die from it," they whispered, and Beck got the sense they might be holding back tears. It was a surreal image.

They didn't say anything else, but Beck could hear how their breathing changed. Helle frequently stopped breathing altogether, under normal circumstances, sometimes specifically to freak him out — now it felt like they couldn't stop drawing shuddering breaths one after the other, only stopping for brief moments as they... choked back sobs?

"Helle..?"

"They told me I was going to die," they went on. "We had no money to spare for medicine or- or doctors. Except one, of course. The mysterious faith healer Lady Marie Brandt, who offered her services to those in need; free of charge."

It wasn't too difficult to piece together what had happened. It was... frankly, terrifying. He was sure his own mother would've let in anybody who promised to heal him, had he been in such a dire situation. And to have that doctor turn out to be a vampire– he couldn't even imagine.

"Go to sleep, Beck."

He was knocked out cold by a sudden wave of magic, plunging him into a dreamless sleep for hours.

He woke up the next day feeling a lot better, and he let out a contented hum as he stretched out. As hellish as the previous day had been, he felt a little comforted by the idea that Helle cared. Maybe it would be worth it, in the end, if only for this piece of knowledge.

As he was making his morning cup of tea in the kitchen, parts of his dreams began popping into his head. Most of it was utter nonsense, and then... there was a conversation with Helle. Something about being sick.

He sat down at the table, warming his hands on the side of the cup and trying to focus on the dream. Of course, the more he chased it, the more blurry and incoherent it got, as was often the case with dreams. Still, he wished he could've remembered... Fever dreams were always a lot of fun to type into online dream interpreter sites.

Oh well. Maybe it would come to him later.

~

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[goldenempyrean]

Empyrean’s Advent: Day 5

Prompt: “Your forehead is abit too warm for my liking, let me take your temperature please.”

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Sick Reader

Wordcount: 875

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Getting sick was bad enough on its own, but getting sick on the day you were meant to go down and wander through the festive Christmas markets of New York with the rest of the Avengers, well, that really did suck.

You knew if the team knew that you were sick they’d cancel the whole night, not wanting to have fun at your expense so instead you made the decision to stay behind. It was easy to stay out of sight most of the day, it wasn’t like you wanted to move anyway. Every time you moved it would only cause your aching muscles burn. When evening came, you made the offer to stay behind, under the excuse that someone needed to stay behind, just incase anything were to happen.

You’d almost gotten away with it too. Despite your ability to hide the truth from other members of the team, there was someone who knew you all too well. Natasha.

You and Natasha had always had a way of understanding each other from the beginning. As such, she had instantly seen through your excuses, knowing something was off. The unusual dark circles under your eyes only helped to solidify her hunch too. You could almost feel her worried eyes as they scanned over you, effortlessly seeing right through your fibs.

“I’ll stay too. If anything was to happen, I wanna be here to support Y/N.” She said firmly despite your best efforts to convince her that you’d be okay on your own.

With everything settled, the team headed out afew hours later and with the promise to return with some tasty Christmas goodies, they left you in the caring hands of your girlfriend.

The moment everybody had left was when the walls you had fought so hard to raise came tumbling down as you fell into the open embrace of Natasha.

“You don’t feel well.” She stated sympathetically with a small sigh as she rubbed your back. She hadn’t bothered to ask, you both already knew the answer anyway.

Her strong arms came to support you, lifting you up so that you were helpless to resist when she began carrying you back towards your room.

The next thing you felt was the cushioning of your soft mattress beneath you as Nat laid you down in your bed. She pulled a fluffy hoodie out from her drawers along with a pair of silky smooth pyjama pants and set down beside you.

“Arms up for me princess.” She instructed, you did so and she pulled off your shirt, frowning as she felt the slight dampness which clung to it.

Natasha wordlessly raised her palm to your forehead, shaking her head as she felt the searing heat coming from you. “Your forehead is abit too warm for my liking, let me take your temperature please?”

“The thermometer should still be in the bathroom.” You mumbled back, clumsily pulling on the clothes Natasha had given you, as she went to go find it.

She came back afew moments later, thermometer in hand. Luckily for you Stark insisted on keeping only the best and latest pieces of technology and so, Natasha only had to hover the device over your forehead for it to gauge your temperature. The small digital screen flashed red, the numbers ‘38.9’ displayed across it.

“Oh baby, thats not very good, is it?” Natasha sighed, as you sniffled thickly and rubbed your running nose against the sleeve of her hoodie, “Dont get snot on my favourite hoodie.” She joked, reaching over for the box of tissues on your nightstand and she placed them next to you.

You blushed red with embarrassment, hating any acknowledgment of your symptoms “Dont be gross Nata- Hh’ishhiew!” You sneezed and laid down with an exaggerated sigh, “I hate this!”

“Its okay,” Natasha reached out to cold your hand, “How long have you felt sick for?”

“I’ve felt shitty all day.” You admitted with a raspy whine, causing your sore throat to rebel against you, sending you into a fit of spluttering chest-rattling coughs.

“Breathe princess. Im not surprised you feel like crap. You really should’ve told me, how come you didn’t?”

“I knew you’d stay home.” You sniffled as you hid your face beneath the covers, “You deserve to have fun too.”

Natasha’s gaze soften hearing your words, “Going out to these places is only fun when Im with you and if you’re here feeling all miserable and sick then I wanna be here to take care of you.” You reached up to wrap your arms around Nat, hugging her tightly. Your girlfriend returned the gesture, however she couldn’t help but be filled with worry at the sound of your laboured breathing, “Let me get you some water darling.” She said, helping you lay back down again before moving back the hair that had fallen loosely down infront of your face.

Only about 5 minutes had passed before she returned but you had long since fallen asleep. Your small congested snores filled the room, seeing your sleeping form, Natasha decided it was better not to wake you. You really did need the rest after all, instead she carefully climbed in bedside you, making to plant a soft kiss on your lips before pulling the blanket around you.

“Sweet dreams Y/N.”

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[dumping-ideas]

im impressed by all the Tsukasa questions you get, hes such a strange little fellow And i also have a question about him lol

I feel like tsukasas the kind of person whose willing to confide in others about his problems (which i think hes openly said), namely the troupe, and if its minor enough, Saki and/or Toya as well. i always got the impression that he thinks he must always be the big brother/leader no matter what because thats really what he was his whole life, i mean he didnt have many to rely on as a child either, did he? Now maybe i just have bad memory, but i dont think hes ever confided in anyone about his childhood? i believe in dazzling stage he was able to sort of heal from the sorrow he felt as a child, but that was all. like. *just* him, no? i always thought the majority of the tsukasa angst written about in the fandom was greatly exaggerated, one of them being how he bottles up his problems, but what im asking is, is that really so far from how he actually is? i think the main thing he feels he just cant talk to others about is his past i feel is a very very important part of his character

i didnt mean for this to be so long my apologies 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

No no no, thank you for the ask! I'm sorry it took me this long to answer（┬┬＿┬┬）

I'm also of the opinion that Tsukasa does know how to share his problems (mainly show related), but his upbringing certainly influences how he grows up to be so independent. We know that Tenma parents love both children but I believe that concession had to have been made in the past. Like leaving Tsukasa alone lots of time, Tsukasa visiting Saki most of the time (like it took Ichika 2 hours by train just to go there iirc and she's accompanied by her mom, Tsukasa probably just goes back and forth as often as he could), etc. And because Tsukas also knows that not sharing his problem might make others worry about him even more, so he's fine with letting them know on a need-to-know basis.

And you're totally right! All WxS know is that Saki was sick and hospitalized a lot, so Tsukasa wants to make her smile through shows.... That's it. Other info WxS gets about Tsukasa's past is mainly from Saki, Toya, and Shizuku, not from Tsukasa himself.

While Tsukasa knows how to ask for help, he doesn't really confide his personal issues with other people. Like how he doesn't tell anyone that yeah he felt lonely and sad when Saki was hospitalized and how he just buried those feelings deep inside because they hurt, or how he feels so powerless because his dream just feels so far away. Heck, even in Our Happy Ending we just finally get Tsukasa admitting that parting with WxS makes him feels lonely and it's for Emu to admit her own feelings and cry in front of them. Tsukasa is being vulnerable because he wants Emu to be vulnerable in front of them as well. That's just how much Emu and WxS means to him.

And well, angstkasa definitely amped up the angst to eleven, but I personally think canon Tsukasa just doesn't think much about his problem? Canon Tsukasa problem is that sometimes he's rushing through things--partly due to his personality and partly due to how he just doesn't process his negative emotions that much. And canon tsukasa doesn't really share what he's doing/feeling as long as it doesn't hinder their shows and his family & friends (everyone is surprised when they found out that tsukasa met the otori brothers alone to ask for more opportunities outside wonder stage). I get the feeling that he thinks sharing positive feelings is fine but sharing negative feelings is something that happens just when it's necessary.

About bottling up problems, canon tsukasa tends to go like this:

"Oh, this feels painful/difficult"

Option 1: "I have to do something to remedy it myself!" & Option 2: "It's not important right now so let's just forget about it! (but it's still there)"

Option 1 usually results in him doing things himself without anyone knowing the underlying problem

Continuation of option 2: "Why is this still a problem? Damn, it hinders our show."

"Maybe it's okay to ask for some advice? Just enough so it can help our show without troubling the others that much"

"Okay, I'll try to solve it myself with your advice" => by Phoenix Edge WxS is helping and watching over Tsukasa in this step! This is progress!

SELF-REFLECTION or inner monologue about how it hurts very much but he got this! For everyone and for the show!

"THANK YOU EVERYONE" (doesn't elaborate any further)

Tsukasa doesn't do bottling up problems, he just doesn't think it's a problem while it is very much a problem. Rui realizes it in Pop in My Heart, and Emu and Nene is aware of it by Dazzling Stage. That's why they're so supportive of Tsukasa in Phoenix Edge, and how they become much kinder towards Tsukasa now (especially after the update). Unless Tsukasa being full of himself or an embarrassment, they didn't really tease/prank him that much compared to before.

I think the most noticeable evidence is how both EN and JP fandoms thought Rui would tease Tsukasa over their height difference, only for the official team to say "no, current Rui would not do that, he likes to see Tsukasa smiles". AND THAT'S A HUGE IMPROVEMENT!!! Now, WxS is learning how Tsukasa ticks--even Nene's tongue isn't as poisonous as it was before. Tsukasa learns how to be okay by himself growing up, and now WxS is learning how to let Tsukasa not-be-okay in his own pace. They've seen him being depressed and ruminating his problem by himself right before their very eyes after all, so I guess they're learning to be softer so he would loosen up around them and more willing to share his feelings if he's up for it. The problem is that Emu, Nene, and Rui is also still learning how to push, while for Tsukasa there's nothing to push (while it actually stacks in the corner to be processed later).

Besides, I think Tsukasa just thinks that his past isn't that necessary to be shared as long as he remembers his true feelings. But yeah, it's a huge part of Tsukasa's character, actually. He doesn't really share his personal feelings and past as long as it's not necessary. It's interesting how WxS story also deals about "you're not alone anymore, so don't hesitate to rely on us about anything" while the group leader is more of a "need-to-know basis" in terms of opening up lol.

[polycharismas]

post for ambrose to know my little guys awww the middle aged men who ruined my life awww :3 FUCK I FORGOT TO TAG @dohter ☺️

this is fumiya . the charisma of good and evil . hes the one who brought everyone in the house together for Reasons i guess . he looks very normal at first glance (especially compared to the design of everyone else) but hes the one everyone in the house is scared of. reason being he has zero sense of morals. he doesnt properly distinguish between right and wrong nor good and bad . he may sound terrifying but hes also really fucking chill . all of this combined makes him someone you can never completely trust nor distrust and its kinda funny . he also loves sweets and candy and pastries he like eats them excessively . every social situation hes in he always looks disinterested and in his own head . hes so neurodivergent They all are ngl

this is rikai . the charisma of order . unlike fumiya he has A Very Clear Sense Of Righteousness and fights for order among the members of the house everyday of his life . unsurprisingly this gets annoying as fuck when you actually dig into his usual methods . everyone in the house can agree that everything he does for righteousness is like very fucking exaggerated (like his obnoxious ass whistle he keeps using everytime order is slightly disturbed) but he couldnt care less . he wants order and control over everything and everyone . omg i forgot how hot his main official art was mffffgfhhhh SORRY SORRY SORRY S . getting derailed here . he may look and Act like hes the only normal person in there but in many senses hes one of the worst ones .

this is terra . the charisma of self-love . he . really likes himself . he Loves himself . he stares into the mirror for literal hours without problem . he Bleeds From His Nose Very Often looking at himself . he also has very low empathy for others that arent himself actually He couldn't care less about other people aside from himself . he's the one and only person worth it in the entire world in his perspective and honestly thats kinda real of him . also has a very complex relationship with gender and all that stuff . hes the only one from the whole cast with two main outfits . automatically proves his point that hes better tbh

this . Ohhggg this . This Is Ohse . the charisma of self-punishment . you know how terra is all about loving himself and all that well Hes the exact opposite. the very extreme opposite. he has severe depression and attempts to end his life several times throughout the series . he cant bear other people being nice to him because he feels like he doesn't deserve it at all. he barely leaves the room because he doesnt want people looking at his face he legitimately thinks it would be too disgusting for everyone . when he does leave he covers his face with a plastic bag so people dont look at his face . he often goes on tangents about how much he sucks. aside from all of that he really likes art and is actually very skilled at it he just doesn't notice this because hes too busy thinking nothing he does is worth it at all . he ruined my life

this is kei . the charisma of rebel. one day he went Damn i should start being a bitch and he never once stopped . if there's anything he can oppose at all he Does he never wants to agree with anyone or anything at all . rikai fucking hates him sometimes . everyone fucking hates him sometimes . he also likes street fights despite being fucking incompetent at them and always losing . he loves violence . its like his one solution for everything . unfortunately for him hes also one pathetic ass guy veeeeery deep inside even if he wants to put on this tough guy front. hes really truly miserable he just doesnt want anyone to ever find out

this . ugh . this is iori . the charisma of obedience . you know how kei is a bitch . well hes the exact opposite . if you ask iori for anything at all he will do everything in his power to get it for you . you would Think thats a good thing but unfortunately you dont know the things that go through this man's head . his acts of service for others are absolutely everything in his life . so much so he has made everyone (except for ohse) in the house sign a slave contract so they can use him however they please for the rest of his life . You Know How This Is Kinda Insane Right . he loves doing chores and being ordered around . if anyone ever offers to help him he like goes insane . he also . uhm . he also wears this . dog collar . so people ...... pull at it ........ and stuff ....... also hes like .............. very much a masochist ....... hes also ...... Hes also me . so me . he also ruined my life .

you see this official art right . you see it right . do i even have to explain anything . do i want to . i really dont . hes the reason i kinda hesitate from recommending charisma house to anyone . this is amahiko . he is literally And i mean LITERALLY the charisma of Sex . they just say it . straight up . no nuance no anything . hes just sex . hes sexo . hes a fucking freak about it . hes a self proclaimed "minister of sexy affairs" he describes that as his profession for some fucking reason . his goal is to "spread sexiness around the world" meaning he has to be a weirdo to everyone in the house . weirdo as in sexually . for some reason this never goes to the way some animes treat characters like him though you know what i mean . everyone around him finds him Weird for it they never try to hide the fact everything he does is weird as fuck . despite that its hard to hate him by the end . surprisingly hes one of the most mature in the house (being that hes also the oldest out of everyone's revealed ages . terra hasnt revealed his age) and can genuinely be someone you can trust . unfortunately hes a freak. thats the funny thing about him. hes also . uhm . h. h... no . no you dont have to know that .

sometimes when they get Too Charisma ! they transform have a whole musical number and then collapse in exhaustion . this is called a charisma break . they get it from being actual weirdos .

uhm my only warning for if you ever decide to watch charisma house is Number One amahiko as a whole and Number Two rikai's first song has literal nazi imagery unfortunately . Fortunately though thats like the only weird in the bad way mv . because the other mvs are also weird . i just don't know if i should describe them as weird in a good way . whatever. specific drama track episode for the song is number 27 but its only by the end . the rest of the episode is good to watch❤️

hope you had fun ambrose . these are my guys .

[kingsholomon]

KID!LUCI TEEN!LUCI INVADE THE MORNINGSTAR HOUSEHOLD

what a wack title, i know, but bear with me here, bear with me.

(forgot to tag: @asmo-ds)

“Belphie. We’ve devised the perfect plan!” Satan shouts, slamming the papers he had in his hands on the table, triumphantly.

The younger demon slouches in his chair and lets out a big sigh of relief. “Finally.” He sighs. “We’ve gone through all possible ways lucifer could react, and how to counteract them. Im so tired. Being a Lucifer hater requires work.” He groaned once again. He slung his hands onto the table and laid his head down as a reward for his work.

“It does require work, and you’ve done it.” Satan says, patting his younger sibling on the head before he himself sits on his own chair and sighs, as he’s been standing and shouting for way too long.

These two villainous brothers have a reputation for messing up and horsing around woth Lucifer and his image. They even have a squad: The anti-lucifer league. Today was a special day, as the A.L.L had devised the perfect plan, almost as perfect and Lucifer himself!

What was their plan? To make Lucifer into a child, or maybe even teen again. They wanted to see their big brothers reaction as his face twisted in horror to see his prepubescent body re-kindling after so many years of passing that terrible stage.

Even if this plan… might not work… It was utter glee to be basking in the loads of papers that the two had written on and sketched on for the past two hours. It was more like a brother bonding exercise, however thats ironic considering they were about to break off more of their bond with their eldest brother.

Lucifer. Prickly, uptight, stick in his butthole kind of guy. He never missed a beat when it came to calling anybody out on their mistakes. It can be helpful at times to help people grow, but also, it could be really… really annoying.

Like at the dinner table. Where everyone is walking on legos.

“Mammon, sit upright you look like a shrimp.” Lucifer snarls, making Mammon groan and exaggerate his “back-fixing”.

They’ve only been sitting at the dinner table for maybe ten minutes, and Lucifer has already jabbed all of them with their own, personal Lucifer hate fuel.

The brothers, at some point at least, really admired their big brother Lucifer. He’d listen to them, help them, even simply give them a hug if they needed it. Now… Lucifer was nothing like that. Now Lucifer was the reason most of them had issues, even if the pride demon did say he still loved them, it never felt that way. and yes, Lucifer did have his own problems he had to face, yet his little brothers could not justify his harsh behavior to them.

The beating,

The verbal abuse

The gaslighting.

Was perfect Lucifer…. really perfect? is that what perfect is? Or maybe it’s that Lucifer just doesn’t love his family like he used to.

“Beel, stop eating your food like that it’s Improper.”

Another jab. Lucifer doesn’t even show hope that he’ll change. He’ll just be the prickly, stick in the butt guy that he is…. forever.

Silence.

Lucifer was in a particularly bad mood today. Nobody knows why or what happened, and even less do they know why he’s taking it out on them.

If he’s going to do it to them, they might as well do it back.

It’s time to strike, Satan signals to belphie using a head nod. Belphegor nods and slowly gets up getting under the table to draw a pentagram on a paper that he had been keeping in his pocket for this moment.

He strutted up to Lucifer, gaining many suspicious glares from the elder. Using quick motion, he slapped Lucifers face with the paper while Satan hurriedly taped it only the ravenheads forehead.

Quickly reciting the spell, and watching Lucifers whole body glow in one swift motion was abnormal, and alarming to all of the brothers, as they gasped and stood back to spectate.

Glowing, wooshing and wind ambience projects from Lucifers body as the spell does it’s job. After a minute of bright seizure setting lights, the process stops, and Lucifer is back, sitting on his chair. Except now, he’s glaring. Angrily.

The brothers glance at each other anxiously.

Mission failed.

Now they are all in trouble.

“Satan. Belphegor.” Lucifers stern voice rung throughout the room. The two brothers flinched at the calling of their whole names in that frightening tone. “You two have the audacity to hit me in my face, put a powerful hex on me only to have it not work?! Embarassing! The disrespect and disgusting approach…. it was almost like I taught you two nothing about manners, you two are so dis—“

“…..what in the high heavens of the realms just happened??” A lighter, still deep voice spoke.

“I think I was just rebirthed…” another higher voice spoke.

Two familiar looking black haired boys stood from the brothers’ dining room floor. There was a taller one, wearing elegant white and gold garments. While the other, shorter one looked like a park ranger on a mission, flaunting the same colors.

They stood up in a bewildered manner. They looked at each other, then the brothers, then their immediate surroundings. No words were spoken out of anybodies mouths until the brothers made connections.

“w-wait…. Lucifer?!” Leviathan yelled.

Yes. There stood three Lucifers in one room. Grumpy Adult Lucifer, Confused Teen Lucifer, and Barely concious kid Lucifer. What a nightmare. Even so, Belphie and Satan were proud to see their spell…. technically work. I mean it’s doing the job the original spell was supposed to do so….. it’ll pass.

“Levi?” Teen Luce asked, slightly pointing at the older leviathan. Levi was not quite an adult yet in his world.

“Who’s that?” Younger Luce asked, as Leviathan did not exist at all yet in his world.

“No way.” Asmodeus said. “This like, cannot be real.”

“Unfortunately it is. Thanks to two of you.” Lucifer said venomously, glaring at his little brother cultprits.

“I don’t know anyone in this room actually.” Young Luce chirped again. This was unsettling for the little man, really.

“Is that future me?” Teen Luce pointed at Lucifer. “Or future us, rather.”

“Wowww…. I ain’t seen Luci like this in like…. one million years!” Mammon said, holding his head exaggerantly in shock.

“Mammon?” Teen Luce questioned again.

“Mammon, you’re so old!” Little Luce said again.

[bluehwale]

SO I was like travelling in bus for my.classes nd im usually a person in public transport who is like quiet minds my own business nd doesnt talk to anyone cuz maybe either om too sleepy or using my phone nd yesterday in saw this guy on my bus he was wearing all black suit nd he had his ear pierced (cuz men over here dont like to pierce their ears cuz its feminine 💀) nd that guy was standing in front of me I was like observing him like I liked men black tuxedo okay cuz they look so good 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵😮‍💨😮‍💨nd I was thinking of completing his outfit nd I was like contemplating whether should I or should I not nd I was get so FUCKING anxious 😭😭 like me who has never complimented a stranger (not even a women is going nd complimenting a MAN ITS A BIG THNG ND IM LITERWLLY MY MIMD EAS SO BUSY DESPITE RUNNING ON 4HRS OF SLEEP) nd ykw im the end I ended up complimenting him nd before my stop I said ur outfit looks really good nd I like ur bag too nd he was literally smiling ear to ear so cite nd before he could say smth my stop came I was literally SCREAMING THE WHOLE WAY UNTIL I FOUND MY SENIOR 😭i jad to pull my my shit together nd talk to him ndi after I finished talking to him I was literally screaming nd sending voice notes to my frnd (hey sending voice notes r a BIG THING nd I never send voice texts unless I cant type.out my thoughts nd to arrange them properly im a text message nd I couldn't call the fuck.down I LEGIT WENT TO RESTROOM ND SCREAMEDDDDDD WELLL im becoming more loose like ND WJEM I COMPLIMENT ITS LIKE I DESCRIBE EVERY ASPECT OF IT ND TELL IT TO PPL ND IT ENDS UP WITH THEM BLUSHING ND I WAS Literally TRYIJG MY BEST NOT TO STUTTER 🥴🥴ND I ENDED UP GWTTING SHT AFTER GIVING THE COMPLIMENT 😭😭😭💀💀LIZ IT WAAS LIKE A ROLLER COASTER ND I TOLD ANT THIS TO 3 OTHER FRNDS ND THEY ALL HAD fucking diverse opinions like 😞😞😞imma cotinue it in the next ask 🥴🥴

olay so I told abt my adventure to 3other frnds one of then whom I told first thought I jad a crush on the gut like a fleeting crush who im never gonna see again (sue was genuinely.confused olay so o said I just liked how he dressed up nd yes black tum 💀🥴🥴im on my knees okay )

another frnd I told (she is the most logical one) she said guys get less compliments than girls nd u just made his day nd said when u get dressed up nd someone acknowledges it u are jiet over the moon nd she was also proud of me for implementing a stranger cuz it takes alot of courage

thw last.frnd I told she said u go on doing this nd make.every guy fall for.u 😭 im like im an over exaggerator who compliments in a very descriptive way nd I cant change it cuz it what it is nd imo descriptive compliments >>>>one line compliments (idk why I prefer it )

anw liz have a good day taake care of urself.ilyyy (2/2)

MISS DIORWOO!!!! IM ALWAYS THE HAPPIEST GIRL WHENEVER I HEAR FROM U <33 (my response is under the cut, u better bUCKLE UP !!)

HI HELLO SORRY IM??? ON THE FLOOR??? ALL BLACK SUIT WITH HIS EARS PIERCED???? PHEW 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 U BETTER SIGN ME UP BCS I ALSO LIKE MEN IN BLACK TUXEDOS rawr (also i’d probably simp for u if i ever see u in a bus BCS U GIVE OFF THE MYSTERIOUS QUIET VIBES😵‍💫sorry oops off topic!! ANYWAYS) SMNDNDNDNS RUNNING ON 4 HOURS OF SLEEP BUT U STILL HAVE UR PRIORITIES STRAIGHT MHM I KNOW THATS RIGHT !!!!

ANNDNDB. FBDBDBSBSJJSJSS KYAAAAAAAAWQAAASSS WHEN U COMPLIMENTRD HIM OMGG FNDNDHDJ 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 HIM SMILING EAR TO EAR !!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 HELLO THIS IS LIKE THE START OF A ROMANCE MOVIE ?????? A SCENE OF THIS (ghibli style) IS LITERALLY PLAYING IN MY HEAD RN I CAN SEE THE VISION OMG AND 😭😭😭 STOPPPPP HE DIDNT GET TO SAY ANTUTHING BEFORE U GOT OFF UR STOP OMGMDNDHDHD IM SO UGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH THIS WOULD BE A HOLLYWOOD HIT ISTG 😭😭 also

u: *internally screaming and dy1ng* 🧍‍♀️

ur senior: 😃👋 (HE WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND WHAT U JUST WENT THRU!!!!!)

ALSO URE RIGHT VOICE NOTES ARE A BIG THING!!! JSNSJSJJSHS I WOULD ALSO DO THAT IF I WERE U BCS MY HANDS WOULD BE SHAKING AND I WOULDNT BE ABLE TO TYPE 😭😭😭 (im hoping no janitors were traumatized in that toilet </3) ALSO YEAH UR COMPLIMENTS ARE SERIOUSLY THE BEST ITS PEAK BCS I BLUSH BEHIND MY SCREEN ALL THE DAMN TIME !!! JWBDJSJSJ

A FLEETING CRUSH WHO U WILL NEVER SEE AGAIN???? PLS DONT BREAK MY HEART NOOOO 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔😞😞😞😞😞 (im gonna manifest that u’ll meet him again soon I HAVE MY PRAYER CIRCLE READY !!!!! 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️) honestly,,,,, so relatable i too would get on my knees for any man who dresses well and esp in black (the bar is so low its IN HELL)

NAH BCS IM GONNA GO WITH UR LAST FRIEND BCS IM PRETTY SURE HE FELL IN LOVE WITH U !!!!!! WHEN U COMPLIMENTRD HIM AND UR GAZE MET HIS, THATS WHEN HE KNOWS !!! ITS U !!!! U’RE THE ONE HES BEEN LOOKING FOR (sorry im obv over the mOON THIS IS TOO CUTE) but yeah im also so 🥺🥺proud🥺🥺 of u for complimenting a stranger bcs that takes balls that i dont hv I MEAN IVE NEVER ATTEMPTED TO DO IT BUT IK I WOULD GET 😨😨😨 *sweats* 😨😨😨 AND “hi i just wanna say that i rlly like ur outfi- well would u looK at that cat over there!! aHaHahah” WOULD PROBABLY COME OUT OF MY MOUTH INSTEAD SNBDDNNSNS (i hv 0 rizz) but anyWAYS IT PROBABLY MADE HIS WHOLE DAY AND I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT YOU’VE BECOME “THE GIRL IN THE BUS” TO ALL HIS FRIENDS BCS HE WOULD FOR SURE TELL EVERYONE THAT HE GOT A COMPLIMENT FROM U </333333 (im suffering thats so cute) U’RE IMMORTALIZED IN HIS HEAD AND IN HIS STORIES !!!!!

i loVE the way u give compliments u’re literally the sweetest and i know hE thinks that too </3 im hoping for another adventure of u meeting that guy OR ANYONE ELSE IN PARTICULAR REALLY BCS EEEEEK THIS MADE MY WHOLE DAY I LOVED THIS SM SNSBDBDNSBNSS 😭😭😭😭

thanku sm for sharing this adventure of urs !!! 🥺🥺🥺 i missed u and i love u and i hope u have a great day as well !!! take care always <333

p.s. I NEED UPDATES IF U EVER SOMEHOW MEET THIS GUY AGAIN👹👹👹👹 UNIVERSE !!!! DO UR THING !!! 👹👹👹👹

hashtag my current mood:

[facks-stories]

2/? [plot]

“I mean someone on this blog has powers”

“But I don’t,”

“… alright!”

Somehow her response was clam, though it was the end of the short conversation.

[1/3 ends]

The rest agreed, with scrim winning this time

“Aw”

“Sorry to interrupt- but are we not going to talk about the back of the cards again?”

[at this point I made the calm smaller]

“Why should we?”

[2/3]

“Well fack did spend 2 and a half hours on it”

“And fack needs to clam their ego down-“

[didn’t roll for this one, just something she’d say to me]

“Well that was a bit rude?”

“I apologize, I’m a bit angry”

“Oh, why?”

Milan shrugs, mimu knew she wasn’t someone to get angry over two lost games or any games really [but in her defense she got pretty shitly cards both games] and the other two didn’t really get that from talking to her.

Even though she claimed to be angry nothing in her behavior changed, unlike Mimu she was incredibly hard to read, she always had the same “angry” facial expression and tone. A tone that often sounded like static if you weren’t paying the most attention, which achos wasn’t doing

“Sorry- uh what did you say”

“I said I’m a bit tired”

“But thats not at all what you said”

“But its the truth”

Mimu felt like this was a lie, especially because he had never known milan to be tired either, but tired could mean different things so he bushed the possible lie off

“Any other games you guys know of?”

“Oh! I wanna learn poker!”

Milan shot the other two a quick “i was right” glance

“Poker? You can’t even drink yet why do you know poker?” 

“I know poker?”

“Mimu is a 8 year old mentally, at least some of the time, explain that better”

Milans reply was a bit unwarranted and angry but mother scrim ignored it because milan did a slight wince for only a second or two

[i made the calm smaller again]

“Mimu we can’t play poker, we don’t have the chips for them”

“Oh I can just get them”

“You guys have poker chips?-“

“No, everyone else can just manifest items”

“What? I thought there was no magic”

“There isn’t, its just lazy writing”

“Huh” “huh” “huh”

“Fack didn’t feel like coming up with a reasonable explanation on how they get things”

“What do poker chips look like?”

Mimu interrupted the other two’s opportunity to ask questions though after milan’s answer of “just do the ones that look right” Mimu was too busy to interrupt anymore

“Whos they?”

“Everyone else”

“Can you not do it?”

“Nope”

“Well why not?”

“Because I’m “dangerous””

Well its a bit hard to tell if she’s actually pissed, achos honestly was hearing static again and maybe mother scirm could have figured it out if milan wasn’t so careful, even when her words sounded carefree.

The quotation marks on dangerous gave the two a uneasy feeling, they couldn’t tell if she was down playing something or it was a simple over exaggeration. Still they both looked over at each other simultaneously, then at Mimu who had made the chips and got distracted, making rubber duckes.

Echos started taking the ducks as scrim looked back at milan who was staring at Mimu. Scrim couldn’t tell what milan wanted to do, it looked like she just might kill the poor boy or cradle him. ‘Shes a whole contradiction’ they thought.

“Hey you ok?”

“Yea I’m fine, why”

“Well-“

“WE HAVE A THEORY :D >:D”

Mimu held up the card box he grabbed off the table, him and achos were sitting on the floor brainstorming what they could mean, the people with the wings that is

“Oh sorry aunt for yelling”

“Thats fine,”

“Ok so one is covering the others ears, and the other is choking the other one”

“You’ve used other 3 times in one sentence, thats not really helpful.”

“>:(“

“Well I think this has something to do with anon and milan”

Silence- maybe achos would have broken it if milan didn’t tell him such a pissed off comment

“Well these people have wings, and so does milan”

“Mimu I don’t have wings”

“But I saw them! And so did colby-!”

“I’d know if I had wings”

“They glow! And.. and their yellow and kinda transparent”

“I’m honestly surprised you know what transparent means”

“Milan I’m serious! They aren’t aways there, and I only saw them once but they were there”

{end of text}

[@essentially-a-worm-on-a-string @the-squishy-scrimblo]

Zbfuffii

Yeah I’m going to sleep and proof reading when I wake up

Ok edit: I mis colored some of the text so sorry about that 🥲👍

Also I had Mimu call scrim aunt since he’d probably see them more as a aunt

[wrestlezon]

liveblog containment post for aew dynamite 8/17

im behind by like 20 minutes because i was waiting on my friend to join me. but lmao when i opened up fite to get it ready i guess they apparently accidentally streamed an HOUR of aew dark elevation on there??? and then sliced it away from me in real time as i was poking around at it???? cmon aew production team lemme benefit from your harmless mishaps theyre cool and fun

HERE WE GO ITS DYNAMITEEE lmao when they sliced away the aew dark elevation they also cropped out like the beginning half of the game of thrones cross promotional intro. Good

oh!! cm punk!!!!!!!! hiiii hi cm punk yayyyyy hes back (edit: lmfao i didnt notice this the first time but he runs up to jump in to the leftside crowd and then is like "mmm naw i dont wanna break my foot a second time" LMAO) yayyyy you cant have a wrestle rematch right now. youre in regular civilian clothes. you cant fool me. im savvy to "wrestling" oh my GOD he is SO MEAN to HANGMAN PAGE!!!!!!!! hes trying to have a character arc punk! don't get him with the devil temptations of the championship title!!!!!!!!!!!! im just so glad to hear punk on the mic again :)c hee hee yayyyy OH SHITTTTT THE MOXLEY DISS???????? THIRD BEST GUY IN ANY GIVEN GROUP :)c hee hee!!!! punk!!!!!!!!! DISSING ON EDDIE KINGSTON NOW???? CM PUNK FIRING SHOTS ON ALL MY FAVORITE GUYS??? YESSS FIGHTTTTT I MISSED YOU PUNNNNNNNNNK HUAGHGHGHGHHGHGH SNOW ANGELS IN THE RING HEEL PUNK HEEL PUNK HEEL PUNK YAYYY I GET EVERYTHING I WANT... hes so full of himself. this rules. i love it when cm punk is rude on tv moxley vs punk having a promo showdown. bruh! hell yes!! moxley's cheeky little foot wiggle when he says punk's body can't keep up hee hee!! KISS??? REAL???? EFFY MATCH UNLOCKED SOMETHING IN MOXLEY (REAL) (INCOHERANT YELLING)

powerhouse hobbs backstage segment! ricky starks gettin threats! qt marshall gettin threats! waowowowow

THEY'RE DOING THE DANIELSON GARCIA 2 OUT OF 3 FALLS MATCH RIGHT NOW?????????? WHAT THE!!!!! kick fight!!! yesss stretching him. yeowch thats gotta hurt for realsies daniel garcia's little taunting head kicks oooo hes pissing him off ooooooo danielson fury kick explosion THE GARCIA COUNTER! ooough! this match is gonna be LONG. its 2 out of 3 falls… there was only 4 matches advertised on the card… did they say there was a time limit dragontamer turnaround counter! nice work danielson OOF piledriver… couldn't counter his way around that one FIRST FALL… garcia choked out danielson again.. whoa

look out youre gonna rip your hammy, garcia… (lmao) oughhh baited danielson onto the concrete… man hes really putting danielson through the ringer. danielson on his back foot this whole match! gosh OOOO COUNTERED GARCIA AND GOT THE PIN! theyre tied now

the ol' kicking my enemy dangling on the corner move ohhh suplexes... omfg danielson's tope right at the camera. whoa!!

lets take turns slamming each other into the ringpost ooooo yea holding chins and yelling at each other look at me when im wrestling at you!!! NOTICE ME danielson: zen mode activated. you cannot kill me in a way that matters YEAH GET EM garcia's turns for kicks. man hes gettin them (the kicks) :O the counters… lmao bryce just giving up on trying to put the gloves on for now. the. the nuzzling. GARCIA LITERALLY NUZZLING DICK RIGHT NOW???? IM NOT EVEN EXAGGERATING look. youre not going to win a headkick trade against danielson. you just cant. punching and punching!!! garcia LOSES!!!!!!!!!!!! to getting passed out heck of a fight tho

lmfao danielson just pointing. "you seein' this rn??" claps!! you got his respect really good dazed selling from garcia here. i have to say, anyone who is a strong fan of garcia or these two's feud in particular must be going absolutely wild at this. just hooting and hollering. (i like garcia too) YOURE A WRESTLER! YOURE A WRESTLER! YOURE A WRESTLER! reject jericho! turn your back on sports entertainment!!!! ITS HAPPENING...

backstage segment with swerve in our glory vs private party my other friend finally arrived and is requesting to rewatch the intro segment that im being vague but pleased about. do i want to watch it a third time so soon? maybe later theyre getting mad at me so im missing out on private party sassing the current tag team champs whoops hold on i skipped too far past the commercial and saw punk and moxley!?!? i HAVE to go back to the beginning now it'd be an actual crime to show them this out of order. i cant believe how instantly the show itself is pushing my hand like this (punk vs moxley… SO good though… it was worth it. im going to rewatch that segment so much anyway)

tony nese fight! is this an unannounced squash match? wait then what was the punk moxley thing i saw??? this must be a hella quick squas-- LMFAO MOXLEY KNOCKING HIM THE FUCK OUT THE WAY IN THE RING??? CHALLENGE??? THERE WOULD BE ENOUGH TIME FOR PUNK TO CHANGE INTO GEAR…??? OHHHH!!!!! THEYRE USING MY BASIC WRESTLING SAVVYNESS AGAINST ME ??????? punks still in his civvies they cant be fighting for realsies. but oh my god LMAO CLAUDIO JUST PICKING UP MOXLEY LIKE A TODDLER OH MY GOD!!!!!!!

backstage with the JAS ricky steamboat?? the old men are fighting!!!!! BAD MOVE COOL HAND ANG

gunn club vs varsity blondes i have to say this is the least interesting match on the ca-- oh its over. so HERE is the squash match billy gunn: ok nice squash. im super proud of yall now. family hug wow this sure is resolved huh :) STOKELY APPEARS... OH MY!!!!!!! BROTHERS TURN AGAINST THE FATHER THE ACCLAIMED??????? DADDY ASS RESCUED BY THE ACCLAIMED???? SCISSOR ME DADDY ASS OH MY GOD THEYRE DOING IT 10/10 GAYEST AEW DYNAMITE YET!!! THROUGH THE ROOF HELL TYUESYSYEYSYYESES

video promo with lethal's crew

dude if the "stokely is secretly putting together a team for mjf" theory is true this is going to rule so hard oh my god. we could get (in a fashion) mjf vs max caster. oh god. oh no. IM DREAMING... I HAVE HOPES... DESIRES.... OH NO!!!!!! im going to be SO disappointed when this is not the case

jungle boy promo segment! "wow there sure is a lot of promos this dynamite. i dont have a problem with this at all btw actually i am a fan of the promo segment" <- me forgetting there is a ppv at the end of the month jungle boy throwing down against christian cage!! cage's evil villain black turtlenecks? i love them. cage is so TRANSPARENTLY disingenuous and its in such a goofy way lmfao you would have to have 1 brain cell to fall for this LMFAO the offense GET HIM JUNGLE BOY!!! christian cage's evil plot to make jungle boy evil is working

speaking of someone making someone else evil, remember cmjf? remember that? i had to pause again because i incited a school of athens level discussion about cmjf with my friends again. SO good. coming up with new interpretations of the events we've been paused on this screen of ftr and wardlow for like 20 minutes do you know how fucking funny it would be if it turned out that mjf appeared during this promo?

wardlow and ftr backstage promo! ftr is talkin bout how they got their guy wardlow's back. mjf did not appear during this promo. but can you imagine how ironic it wouldve been for me specifically?

toni storm vs kilynn king my friend thought toni storm was penelope ford for a hot second. i havent seen penelope ford in a long time so ive forgotten what she looks like so i dont know how to effectively make fun of my friend for this. i also didnt watch dark (sorry) telegraphed ass attack that leads into victory lmfao thunder rosa's sad clapping... theyre gonna have to go up against each other...

me, earlier: "wow this dynamite is really good. if the best friends show up in it now then all my favorite guys will be in it and it'll be a top tier dynamite to me" aew dynamite: hey. best friends vs trustbuster video promo 10/10 dynamite (still afraid that the best friends are going to lose to the trustbusters though... ;_; aoughhhhh)

WHAT?????????? PUNK VS MOXLEY IS HAPPENING NEXT WEEK????????????

WHAT!!!!!!!!!???????

I HAVE TO CALM DOWN AND FOCUS THE FUCKING BUCKS MATCH IS NEXT I HAVE TO FOCUS YOUNG BUCKS TRIO VS ANDRADE TRIO a paper… a script… IS IT… HMM……………. THEY WOULDNT PULL A FAST ONE ON US RIGHT… they ARE heels………. THERE HE IS!!! KENNY OMEGA REAL i LOVE his evil badguy jacket. don callis and jr are bickering THE CROWD RISING IN VOLUME WHEN KENNY'S HAND GOES OUT yay combo moves dragon lee getting stomped on nooo!!! theyre beating up kenny omega!!!!!! yay!! triple suplex!!!!! the young bucks are so cool. i love their antics and watching them wrestle oh no kenny!! your leg... its failing... hes trying so hard... THE DENIAL OF HIS SICK MOVE!! AND THEN STEALING HIS MOVE!!! THE AUDACITY i mean its pretty clear that the young bucks trio is gonna win this, but man theyre making me feel like maybe they wont! nevermind! it was a massive struggle but kenny omega pulled through! perhaps... too trialous... too tribulationy... what will this mean for the future!

andrade turning on dragon lee for losing! ANOTHER MASK BIT???? ANDRADE............ >:(

[cybermeep]

the most terrifying thing after seeing an artists work is the absence of anything; nothing.

if a work makes you angry, albeit a negative emotion, it at least makes you feel. paranoia? an emotion! fear? interesting! however, life being unaltered, unaffected by god knows how many hours and days of constant work, is a nightmare.

in a way, i’ve always viewed the simple perception of a work without any verbal input as too being a nightmare; i assume, based on expressions and silent nature, the work has more or less simply been shapes and colors another person sees, simply a… nothing burger, as some would humorously call it.

i realize what it is like to live in this reality, and it’s excruciating. even if i were, how do i put this, quieter than i am, i would still wish to evaporate this worry or fear; anything, even a nod. the fear of the unknown is something i wish to quell in any way i can.

so, when you’re put into the known, what is there to do? what do you do?

it depends on who you are. if you’re my friend, you have your mouth go agape and make a shocked noise above the grass; undoubtedly exaggerated.

however, i am not my friend; nor am i what is expected of me.

at first, i seem to be static; i look to be feeling nothing, the worst nightmare for an artist showcasing and pouring their art out. hypocritical, if i say i wish to never be perceived as feeling nothing and end up looking exactly so. even if not physically there, the perception can definitely be felt. unaffected, uncaring.

of course, the façade breaks; not like i was meaning to hold one, anyway. unexpectedly, a smile & one of those shaking of heads expressions someone may do at times comes about from my body. it is something not many people see— if they did, they wouldn’t get it.

it isn’t any verbal words; i realize that whilst looking back. the memories with most fondness & most sincerity tend to be the ones where i keep quiet.

even now, god forbid as i mutter what im typing— bad habit, after writing so many of these— i don’t say much aloud.

im still wearing what i wore, pale green tie which doesn’t match a vibrant shirt & mismatched socks, not even going to stop and change after i got home to write about the event. the words.. god, you’re gonna make me say this? okay, fine.

the words ‘I THINK YOU DID GREAT’ are scribbled on note pad paper; i believe i will crumple this paper up into a ball. no, thats violent. i will neatly fold the paper and stuff it in a drawer. the reason why is this, reader, yes, you, reader;

nothing i say, including those short five words, will truly encapsulate how intricate and genuinely captivating the pieces i saw were; that’s then when i realize the meaning, and even more so my hypocrisy.

sometimes.. sometimes you feel something unable to be articulated. sometimes, that presumed nothing is a whole lot of something, just left internal. sometimes, you don’t know how to articulate things.

i mean.. i already knew this, but i didn’t take it in as thoroughly. now here i am, doing just that, even if i have other things to do.

i should get into comfortable clothes; i have been in this state for an hour. i have been in a binder which inevitably has rose up my body and made me feel like a noose is around my shoulders. i should shut up. no, really, i should actually stop fucking writing. i should do something important. i should, i shouldn’t, i should, i shouldn’t, i might, i could’ve:

however, i am not.

i am here, writing and trying to articulate something which i don’t even fully know. the best i can do is try, i suppose.

i still don’t know what im doing.

[ruinikaidoexplodedbadly]

SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU AT FUCKING FRIDAY HARBOUR LITERAL ARTIFICAL RICH MAN MADE DYSTOPIAN FUCKING """MARINA""""" not like we have a boat or anything its ugly as fuck too because i dont even think its finished i guess we can eat but thats like the only thing to do not even exaggerating i think it takes like two minutes maximum to walk through the whole place or the area we're at there at least WE DONT HAVE 6 HOURS OF SHIT TO DO THEREEEE

[ritsuleo-moved]

omg hi cloud so i remember i tried out miraculous ladybug at one point because i like to try out new media and i remember being so annoyed by the one episode i watched and afterwards i was like "i really could have used half an hour for so many other things instead of watch this mess" 😭 GOD the way i forgot her name marionette?? the way she fucking trips over air sometimes is so annoying like she thinks shes straight out of some slice of life anime and other shit i can go more and more on about ughh. glad you healed

HI LUKE!! yeah i'm not surprised that it annoyed you so bad sorry u went through that </3

i forgot her name after reading this if im honest hold on. marinette. yeah it's meant to make her a "cute clumsy awkward teenage girl" and keep some distance between her as a civilian and hero since ladybug is so put together but really it just comes off as annoying especially with how often it happens and like you said how she trips over nothing. every time i see her trip in the opening i get a little more annoyed

it does have some good concepts like personally i enjoy the function of kwamis and their jewlery and the idea of a ladybug/black cat superhero duo representing creation and destruction and the silly crush dynamic would be nice if it didn't suck but the execution of everything is so bad it's unforgivable

unfortunately i dont think ive healed yet i'm going to put the rest of this under a read more to spare everyone bc i have a lot of thoughts on this.

i've seen a lot of people say its a good show like. are we watching the same thing ? this fucking sucks. the writing is horrendous and its being dragged out unnecessarily. when they actually do something interesting it's immediately scrapped. as an example, the bully character chloe was on the track for redemption and then they went "nevermind" and replaced it with bringing her nicer sister in because the creator got mad that people are capable of change and said that this 14 yr old character didn't deserve redemption. and that's not an exaggeration he went on a twitter rant about it. the creators being shit (thomas astruc specifically in this case) is an entire other topic i wont get into just know that they should die :|

also the characters going back on development isn't a one time thing. this is a smaller example that doesn't matter much but still made me mad, but marinette's best friend alya is suddenly convinced that she's just being jealous during an episode where adrien is being forced by his father to go on a trip to model with another girl. it makes no sense since alya and marinette have been friends for a while now, so i don't think she'd be as dismissive.

and of course the "lovesquare" between marinette and adrien aka ladybug and chat noir. the showrunners Know that they've always appealed to not only a younger demographic but shipping culture or whatever its called as well like that was probably their main goal which is why they use the main characters' relationship as a "will they won't they" so heavily even now. it gets people to keep watching

there's an episode where they finally reveal their identities and start dating but then there's a whole bunch of time travel shit and it's a prime example of them dragging it out on purpose. like its the laziest and strangest copout ive ever seen. they literally just went yeah here's the relationship they Could have but because of their love chat becomes evil in the future ! or at least thats what ladybug thinks ! so now they cant get together because she thinks their love destroys the world like. are you kidding me?

also going back to the point of character development there's more than 2 miraculouses of course, the ladybug and black cat are just the main two. and eventually basically everyone in the same class as adrien and marinette get their own miraculous and this causes conflict between the two because she keeps calling on other heros instead of her original partner. marinette ends up saying something unecessarily mean to adrien and he decides to… completely give up on being a hero because of it?

he leaves his miraculous on a rooftop all alone (dangerous because there's a literal supervillain who has been trying to get these to destroy the world) and discards his kwami (who is basically his best friend and is attached to the miraculous). i cannot stress enough that he would never do this. adrien's only freedom in his daily life is being a superhero and to give that up is unthinkable. his days are planned out for him down to the minute by his extremely controlling father and he finds no joy in the things he's forced to do, but he does find joy in being a superhero and getting to actually express himself outside of his father's curated image of him as chat noir.

also lastly just some things i would change off the top of my head:

the design of the hero suits. they aren't good or age-appropriate even a little bit and it really annoys me. i saw someone redesign them so they look like teenagers actually made them and i really liked those designs. if i find them again i'll link it here

the sheer amount of miraculouses there are. i wish there were less but unfortunately it makes for good toy marketing and a lot of hype around the reveal of a new hero or miraculous combo. i think it's just unecessary to have so many though especially to the point of everyone in the same class having a miraculous. at that point it shouldn't be hard for the villain to figure out their identities

sorry that was really long <3

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

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