#oh im livid. im fuming

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

EXCUSE ME????? AM I UNDERSTANDING THIS CORRECTLY????? SURELY IM NOT LMFAO SOMEONE MAKE ME FEEL DUMB RN

I. Did deku really say that all the heroes denied work study student involvement in the fight against shigaraki????? That?? Is that right am I understanding that correctly? I'm about to pull out the manga there's no fuckingnway i

[trailing-daisy]

me fucking resisting the urge to argue with stupid ass terfs

[fathermarty]

Princess ✰ s.b.

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Pairing: Sirius Black x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes || No [@ anon]

Summary: "i just saw your ten points to slytherin and IM GOING CRAZY gshbkjakodw. can i get a reader x sirius but its rivals to lovers ??"

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning(s): Swearing (Y'all already know though), kissing, let me know if I missed any!

M I N O R S D N I

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To make this a true rival to lovers I made the reader a Slytherin, just because I am a sucker for a Slytherin and Gryffindor love story. Shit melts my heart.

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You twirl your quill in your fingers as you stare ahead, completely lost in thought. Not about any specific situation, but more about a specific person. Sirius Fucking Black. Somehow you were unlucky enough to catch the boy's attention, meaning now and for the past few years, you have been at the brunt of most of his pranks. Not that you minded, because that just means you could return the favor, and by Merlin you have. Took you a few years, but last year when you had enough of the boy's shenanigans you struck back, and the rivalry started then.

Eventually, the other Marauders backed off on pranking you, because when you would retaliate it was always more brilliant and evil than what they had done to you. You never caused harm, but you would always one-up them in pranking, it drove Sirius mad. You smirk to yourself as you remember your latest prank on Sirius.

"Y/l/n! Where are you?" Sirius screeches when he enters the dining hall. You smile to yourself, knowing he was livid.

"Oh hello there Black, you look ravishing today," You smile at Sirius and check out his hair, which you bewitched to take the form of snakes making the boy look like Medusa.

"Fix my hair right now or so help me I will shave your bloody head!" Sirius is fuming, granted he is quite impressed with your ability to pull this off, but nonetheless, he is furious.

"Oh, now Siri why would I do that? I think you look good wearing my house mascot on your head," You wink at the boy before collecting your items and heading to class.

"If I didn't know any better mate, I would say you're whipped," James claps Sirius' back with a smile. The boy just huffs before sitting down to eat some breakfast. He knows for a fact you wouldn't pull a prank that would hinder his attention in class. Even if Sirius didn't pay any attention, to begin with.

You were waiting for him to strike back. Usually, it came the following day if not within the next few immediate days, and you are beginning to wonder when he will seek his revenge. You'd be lying if you said you weren't worried, but you tried your best not to show it.

"I'm telling you Padfoot, you could easily dye her hair bright red to humiliate her like she did you. Maybe give her a lion's mane?" James whispers to Sirius, who is staring holes into the back of your head. Not out of spite or hate, but admiration. How you always managed to get one up on him impressed him. Dare he says he found it downright... sexy?

"No way Prongs. I am taking a new approach, I am going to drive her mad wondering when I will do something, and then I won't do anything." Sirius chuckles as James and the other two Marauders look in your direction and then back to their friend. What the hell was going on with him?

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And drive you mad he did, within a week with no retaliation you began to squirm in your seat. This was unlike Sirius to wait so long before pulling a prank on you, it was beginning to become worrisome.

"Oi, y/l/n," Sirius says behind you, and before you can think about how to react you turn around startled, "A bit on edge are we?" He chuckles.

"Oh shove off you hairy bloke," You roll your eyes to continue walking.

"Now wait a second princess, where do you think you're going?" Sirius grabs your hand to halt your movements. You look down at your hand in his and get goosebumps. What is with the nickname and the small touches? What is he getting at?

"Well believe it or not Black some of us actually care about our grades," You still haven't let go of his hand, something he took note of.

"Well y/n/n, can I call you that? Actually, I don't care what you say I will call you it anyway-" You huff at the boy's dramatics, "I know for a fact that you do not have a class right now, so where are you really going?"

Your eyes go wide with surprise, Sirius knows your schedule, "Why Black I would almost be touched by a guy memorizing my schedule, but since it is just you I am appalled."

"Says the one who is still holding my hand," Sirius cocks his eyebrow and looks down at your conjoined hands.

You huff and take your hand away, "I have stuff to do Black, leave me alone."

"Your wish is my command, princess." Sirius mock salutes before running off in the opposite direction of you, not before turning around to throw a grin over his shoulder.

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Sirius did quite literally leave you alone, he hasn't retaliated yet nor has he talked to you since that one day in the corridor. You were going mad. Constantly watching your back and staring over at the Gryffindor table. There were countless times when Sirius would look up and make direct eye contact with you, sending you a wink. It was becoming bothersome that he acted so nonchalant about everything.

One early spring day you have had enough of this waiting game, you approach Sirius in the courtyard who was surprised, but pleased to see you.

"Fancy seeing you here, princess." There he goes with that nickname again, you roll your eyes and grab him by his tie.

"I am tired of whatever game you are playing Black. If you are going to prank me then just do it! I am going mad watching my back and wondering what the bloody hell you are planning!" Sirius gives you a dopey grin, watching the emotions cross your features.

"You know y/n, you are quite stunning when you're yelling at me," Sirius smiles at you. From where you are positioned, anyone looking at the pair of you would think you are snogging. You are standing between his legs, his tie in your hand, and his head tilted up to look at you.

"Blimey Black, you're like talking to a wall," You go to walk away but he grabs your wrist.

"And you princess, are like listening to a great record for the first time. I am in bliss, going through the emotions, and yet so enamored with every note." Sirius speaks gently to you, his change is persona has you alarmed.

Without putting any more thought into what the bloody hell is going on between the two of you, you snatch your wrist away and walk feverishly toward the castle.

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The next day you find yourself not caring what Sirius Black is up to. When he strikes, if he decides, then you will return the favor. You weren't giving up, more like just accepting whatever is coming your way.

You are walking toward the courtyard, it is chilly but not enough to run you off. You decided that today you are going to continue your life without worrying about Sirius. You enjoy sitting outside and being present with nature, something you thought no one noticed, but of course, the stars wouldn't align that way. Once you find your spot you sit down and open your book.

You hadn't even read the first sentence before your short-lived bliss was interrupted. "Hey, princess," You snap your book closed to look up at Sirius, maybe he was finally seeking revenge.

"What do you want?!" You snap at him, growing tired of the games he is playing.

"Well, it is quite simple," He sits across from you, so close that your knees are touching, "I want-"

You interrupt Sirius by grabbing his collar, "I swear to Merlin if this is another one of your stupid mind tricks I will hex you right now."

Sirius grins, analyzing your proximity. "Well, y/n, I want to kiss you."

You stare at him, befuddled by the words that just left his mouth. With you off guard, the grip on the collar of his shirt loosens. Sirius takes advantage of this by grabbing your tie, just as you did to him the day prior, to bring you impossibly closer to him.

"Tell me you don't want me to kiss you and I won't. But princess, this is all I have thought about since you sent that shit-eating grin in my direction after you pranked me last year. You have seriously-"

You interrupt Sirius by crashing your lips onto his. Your hands move from the collar of his shirt to his neck, bringing him closer. Sirius lets go of your tie and rest one hand on your cheek, the other on your waist pulling you in. There was no denying Sirius was attractive, and there was no way to deny that you hadn't thought of this exact moment since you first saw him.

You pull away with a grin and look directly into his eyes, "You talk too much Black."

He laughs before grabbing you by your waist and laying you on the ground beside him, "Oh shove off, you know you like it when I talk."

You roll your eyes at his cheekiness, before grabbing his tie to crash his lips onto yours once again. Something you couldn't believe took you this long to do.

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[kikiofthevast]

Hfjdkcjdjxkd I wasn’t able to take my finals at the end of this tri bc of quarantine and now because of the way the make-up works I will miss the window to retake my finals bc of quarantine.

Not to mention that today is syllabus day so I don’t know anything about any of the classes I am taking this trimester.

[kachuuyaa]

##SOLiDiFiED FATES — genshin impact

g.i, seperate fic, implied fem!reader

1CHARACTERS; KAEYA, CHILDE

2GENRE; angst, pure angst

3INCLUDES; cheating, implications of sex (not detailed.), alcohol, implied violence (a bit detailed), they are selfish!!!!!!!, u have a girlboss moment, u wear a dress in kaeya's fic

4AUTHOR'S NOTES; girlboss reader?!?!? yes fucking deck them so true! AND IM BACK !.!!/!1! this took 2 days jesus fuck

5SYNOPSIS; all forms of love come with all forms of betrayal.

Was this to be expected? Your boyfriend was influential, loved, popular. This was to be expected. How could you be so stupid? So-- so naive? You were so blinded by love and infatuation of the other that you only focused on him. That, maybe, was probably the worst mistake you could make. You found him perfect-- so, utterly pathetically perfect. He could bring you to your knees with just a swift gesture of his hand, and a few of his words-- now condescending. Although when he uttered those words to you back then, you paid them no mind. You were absolutely, obviously, undeniably in love with him. What did he do? He took it for granted in the most vulnerable moments, where you were learning to trust, to love, with him, nonetheless. In return, then, he opened up to you.

Big mistake. Does a man ever deserve solemnity in his life when he brought hell to yours? It’s quite obvious that the answer is no, who, really, would forgive a man for ludicrous actions? Why would you forgive a man who knows that they will do it again? It was a mistake, they’ll say, but you know better than that. They’ll do anything for their reputation to stay the same, you concluded. How, then, were they blatant-- so open about it? You thought they were… a bit surreptitious, like the secrets and the truth you oh so wanted to know, yet here you are, listening to them, incoherent noises spilling from both of their mouths, bodies pressed together like you both were before. It didn’t pain you, no, you weren’t going to grief over your mackerel of a boyfriend, of course not, who would want to cry over a lying fucking bastard?

You knew your worth, you knew you were better than them (in every way, because now, you realized, he wasn’t anything-- he was nothing. To you, he was pathetic.) So why not return the favor? You loved him, wholeheartedly, sincerely, you loved him like Halcyon loved Ceyx. Although, Ceyx and Halcyon loved each other even to their death-- something both of you dreamt of, but he had to go and ruin it, didn’t he?

Man keeps their promises, but they break them if they realize it isn’t going their way. You were livid, heart shrouded in pure, clear hatred for your now-former lover. You were going to make him beg, you were absolutely fucking fuming at the idea that you loved this-- despicable excuse for an influential man. Did you regret loving him? No, no you didn’t. But one thing you regret is believing him. You don’t care anymore though, you know you’re better than him-- than them.

So what’s the best thing you could do in a fit of impulsiveness? You want to see him desperate-- begging for your attention, begging for you to stay. In other circumstances, it would be the other way around, but a person always knows their worth when a man proves himself worthless.

KAEYA

He prides himself in being able to read you like the back of his hand, it’s only expected, isn’t it? You were wrapped around his finger, and he thought you wouldn’t know-- you were absolutely smitten with the Captain. It would only be fair if you forgave him for this unforgivable mistake, right? You would forgive him, right? For the first time, Kaeya doesn’t know what to do. He was usually calm, composed, carefree, and tranquil, how could he lose his mind over a simple problem? Wait, Simple? You call that simple? You were the light of his life, for fucks’ sake! If you figure it out-- No, Archons, he doesn’t even want to imagine it. You were there for him-- even if he lies to you, if he never spends time with you, you always forgive him. You were perfect. Why did he do that to you? Why did he cheat on you? No one could compare to you-- yet he did it. Was it impulsiveness? Out of all the things, he could have risked, why did it have to be you? Kaeya had no one to blame but himself. You were good to him, and he cheated on you.

You were absolutely livid. You were fuming, but you were calm on the outside. What else would you expect from your boyfriend? His calm facade never tricked you anymore, and you knew the message behind his lies. You couldn’t believe you trusted him-- and acted like a lovesick fool. You didn’t know better, but did you care? That was you then, but now, who’s to say you haven’t changed? You knew how to push his buttons-- to make him feel helpless, to have him begging on your feet, ah, but I digress. Your preposterous excuse of a boyfriend deserved nothing but humiliation. That’s what you felt, anyway, you were humiliated at the fact that you were so in love with the man you tried to find paradise in.

You were currently adorning a black sleek dress, one that compliments your curves and makes you fucking stunning, (at least, that’s what Rosaria has told you.) Tonight, you were going to make him beg for your forgiveness, and you were going to annihilate his pride. You didn't miss the glimpses Diluc has given you when you entered his tavern, of course not. Who knew that Mondstadt’s most popular bachelor could not even resist you? Yet Kaeya, that backstabbing son of a bitch, had the audacity to cheat on someone as alluring, sophisticated, as breathtaking as you? You knew you were the only one for Kaeya, and you took massive pride in that. You knew he would be absolutely nothing without you, and what was he now? He was but one of the many who was chasing after you.

He had a chance with you and he took it, and you accepted it. You knew Kaeya better than anyone-- your knowledge about him could even rival Diluc’s. Not only were you attractive, you know you could sweep everyone off their feet tonight, but that wasn’t what you came for. You are going to humiliate Kaeya Alberich when you come home. Home, it won’t ever be home if you were with Kaeya. He had an affair without you knowing-- and you know he hasn’t forgotten it. His change in demeanor and attitude has given it away, and you weren’t going to let Kaeya lie to your face. Why the fuck would you let a waste of space like him, out of all people, lie to your face? Even talking to you would be a privilege as it is.

The ever so secretive and mysterious Kaeya should have seen this coming. Never would he have seen his usually cheerful and exuberant partner sitting on an expensive armchair-- Was that even there in the first place? He flicked his periwinkle eye to your hands, gloved, silently tapping the leather plastered on the arm of the seat. You were quiet, too quiet for what he wanted. But it would be out of character for the Cavalry Captain to lose his composure that quickly, right? Even though he assumed the worst-- he wouldn’t crack, now would he? Usually, you would show him the brightest smile he’s ever seen, one that could rival even the lightest of stars. You decided that it would be enough, you stood up from the armchair, and God-- his eyes widened slightly, but you were able to catch it. You looked fucking gorgeous, your back exposed, while the dress perfectly hugged your waist, making you the most ravishing woman he has ever seen. Who is he kidding? You were always the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, but you knew better, you knew you were stunning. You flicked your cold gaze to the man thing in front of you, swiftly locking gazes with him. His heart stopped for a moment, basking in your ethereal-- almost godlike appearance.

It was almost laughable, his frozen state. It was ironic considering his vision, really. It was ridiculous, thinking about it, going too far to find a woman, someone who was nothing compared to you, for attention. You gave him all the support you thought he deserved, while he never bothered to give you a quarter of what you gave him. Your hands gripped the glass of wine you were holding, “Kaeya.” You said, voice stern, uninterested, and livid. Your tone was never this deep-- this furious around him. “Mind telling me where you were a week ago?” your glare on him was unrelenting, and if your glare were bullets, he’d be dead where he stood. His heart was threatening to jump out of his chest, but he wasn’t going to back down so easily, no. He knew this would happen, but he can convince you that it wasn’t his fault. Right? Right?

What a fucking dumbass, you thought. Who knew that the Kaeya Alberich, the so-called brains of the Knights Of Favonious, was acting like an idiotic bitch right now? You were slowly losing your patience, wanting to remove that look of confusion on his face, and replace it with a look of desperation. You’d have to use your words, though, something Kaeya was notably good at. Did you care though? No, you didn’t, because right now, everyone and everything is below you, and your only goal is to show that man-thing who’s going to be at loss tonight. For you were the best Kaeya has ever had in his life, and you were going to go out with the worst and most pain-inducing goodbye. “I was at the tavern, as always,” He said, voice unnoticeably shaky. He hoped you paid no mind though, but you are not going to let anything slip from your grasp.

You scoffed, turning your head to the opposite of where he is, “You weren’t there,” you voiced out, absolutely fucking angry. “Diluc told me you weren’t there,” you turned to him, a painfully forced smile on your lips, “You were apparently holding a woman by her ass.” You then made a circular motion using your pointer finger, “And I know what you have done.” you ended, extending the vowels on your last word. Now letting your smile falter, replacing it with a grimace. “You are so fucking pathetic, you know that?” you spat out, not letting the poor man have a chance to talk. Good, he doesn’t deserve to.

“No,” he said, voice uncharacteristically soft, “no, no. I did not--” he took a deep breath, opening his mouth to speak, “I do not want to hear your fucking voice. Don’t even bother denying it.” Kaeya almost gave up, he couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to tell you that you were the only one he needed, that he didn’t mean to do it, but he knows it won’t matter. He needed you though, yet sometimes man’s wants overpowering their needs, and ultimately, suffers the consequences, but it is deserved, anyways. This, primarily, was his biggest regret. For a man to live in a pool of secrets and deceit-- this was his biggest regret. Did you care? For a split second, you did, you saw how his pupils widened and his aura filled with regret, you put the man to shame-- and you know this was your goal, but it hurt. It hurt genuinely, ingeniously, it broke your heart, but you knew this was right. This was what he deserved. Kaeya wanted to scream, wanted to shout at you-- but he couldn't. He doesn’t have the heart to, he doesn’t deserve to.

He doesn’t deserve you, he never has. He kept telling you this, but you didn’t mind. You were always there when he needed you, while he was trying to stray away from his past, but now you were in front of him, engraving a memory he will never, ever forget. He will never forget how he became unfaithful, so-- so fucking pathetic. It was his fault. It was all his fault, wasn’t it? You would agree, obviously, you were right, you were always right. You still love him, don’t you? Right? “I thought I was the best you’ve ever had,” you said, grip tightening on the champagne glass. No. no, no, don’t do this. Kaeya thought, I don’t want this. He doesn’t. He just wants you to leave him so that he could mourn your loss alone. Why would you rub it on his face? To mock him? To humiliate him? Ah, but then again, he deserved it, didn’t he?

Even the darkest of stars were known for their demise. Every star dies, it loses its spark, anyways. If your love was like a rose, it would be wilted. Even if you take care of it, hold it delicately, and give everything for that certain rose, it would die eventually. No love could ever be saved when both parties lose hope. Your love was unique, special, pleasant. But even the most beautiful things could be lost in mere seconds. The strength of your love was also, paradoxically, the weakness of it. Because even if it is as strong as the thousand winds, it could never be enough.

You were so close, yet so, so far. You were like a firefly, temporarily there to bring light into his dull, empty void, then leaving, leaving him to be alone again, in the abyss he wanted to get out of. “You.. you enrage me,” you snarled, looking down at the pathetic display of the man you grew to resent in only a few hours. He couldn’t look you in the eyes, he was regretful, yet you know you don’t care, you never will, anymore. “This is all your fault, you know that?” There it is. He was waiting for you to say that. He knew that fact himself, but he was expecting you to say that, anyway. “Why did you do it?” You mumbled, your free hand balling into fists whilst Kaeya winced at the tone of your voice. Your voice was like fire, beautiful, but if you near it, you’re going to burn. A contrast to what vision he was gifted, really, because you two are now separated, and while he can go near you, he always seems to melt every time you look at him.

His hands were shaking, this was the first time you’ve seen him shake. “I..” he breathed out, he couldn’t form any words right now. Your question flooded his mind, you need to answer, you need to answer, but yet, he didn’t know why as well. “Suck it up.” you derided, “You put this upon yourself,” you said, each word piercing through his heart. “What would Mondstadt think?” You uttered, superiority and humiliation evident in your tone. This is what you wanted, to see him cowering in front of you, for the man who was loved by most in Mondstadt to be reduced to nothing but a fucking man thing. “What would Mondstadt think if they found out that their oh-so beloved Cavalry Captain is nothing but a lying, cheating, bastard?” You stated in a sing-song voice, making the Captain descend in a spiral of short-lived insanity. Wasn’t humiliation enough? He was too frightened-- intimidated by your tone to even decipher that it was empty threats. Your voice was euphonious, it was the Captain’s favorite sound, but now, he just wants you to shut up. He wants you to be quiet so that he can learn how to grow-- and be better. He just wants you to be quiet because he can’t handle your voice. He can’t. Even though it may soothe him, it only adds to how distraught he is. You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted to see him crumbling, vulnerable in front of you.

The display was hilarious. The ends of your mouth crinkling in amusement, while your eyes darkened to match the color of your dress. A man’s distress gives the most satisfaction to a lady that he wronged. “I do not want to see your face ever again.” You said, with an unreadable expression on your face. “I loved you, Kaeya.” You clicked your tongue, “You always ruin the blessings in your life, don’t you?” your grip on your wine glass went tighter, and it shattered. You allowed the wine to drip down your now stained hands, glass shards dropping down to the wooden floor. The silence was uncomfortable, suffocating, and tense. The only sound you could hear was Kaeya’s shaky breaths and the liquid on your fingers sliding down to the floor. You examined your hand, a mix of wine and blood trickling down your palm. “Well,” you breathed out, “That was.. Unexpected.” you didn’t care though, and neither did Kaeya.

Kaeya looked absolutely pitiful. He knew this, but he couldn’t do anything about it. You knew how to leave with a painful and poison-like goodbye, and you loved seeing him like this. You simply smirked at the man in front of you, “The world is truly… fascinating.” you uttered, knowing what these words mean to the man in front of you. He saw your figure leaving the house, dress swaying in opposite directions before completely fading from his vision. It was all a blur, for his eyes remained foggy and tears were threatening to spill from his periwinkle eyes.

You left with an unsaid goodbye and a memory that will forever remain as one of his biggest regrets. He lost you, in a similar way as he lost his own stepbrother all those years ago. Although, you shattered everything he hoped to become a reality. Does a man like him even deserve a prosperous future when he destroyed both of yours? He has no one to blame but himself, no?

CHILDE

The 11th Fatui Harbinger wasn’t one to give up so quickly, you know this, and many who had to face his wrath will not deny it. Tartaglia is one with confidence, power, and bloodthirst. So why did he succumb to the art of seduction? Clearly, he did not think this through. He should not have listened to that stupid, useless, cicin mage that led him to fulfill his supposed desires, but you were right there. Was it the mage that was supposed to be blamed for leading your boyfriend on? Perhaps, but it was also his fault, his fault for believing that you will both be alright-- that your relationship will remain alright.

What a fucking disgrace. Tartaglia lived up to be unpredictable-- going so far as to destroy your relationship in the process. You were no stranger to betrayal. You loved your enemies far more than you loved the ones you trusted since betrayal only comes to those you believed to be your allies. That would save you the pain, would it? But to be betrayed by the one you loved ardently will hurt more than any battle you suffered the most in. Tartaglia knew this, too. To win in a well-fought battle needs more than power-- it needs sacrifices. Was this a sacrifice, though? You knew he wouldn’t do such a thing-- but he did. You were told that the Harbingers were ruthless, selfish, arrogant, and superior to most, but you never saw Childe as one. Now, however, you were starting to believe them. You knew the risk you took years ago when you accepted his ‘I love you,’ you knew the consequences. This is worse than dying, though. While the pain in dying remains brief, the pain in suffering lasts longer, doesn’t it?

You tried to keep your calm in the room where Zhongli invited you in. You needed a distraction, and Zhongli’s tales were fitting, for now. The archaic man in front of you always gave you a sense of comfort-- something you have not felt with Childe for a long time. You wondered if the man in front of you would know about what Childe has done, but you suppressed the thought. You always regarded yourself as superior to the normal person, because you knew you were above them. The Fatui were afraid of you, actually, and you found that hilarious. Was it because of your status with Childe? Perhaps, that and how powerful you could be. You were absolutely terrifying, yet people adored you. Why? They loved you like they loved alcohol-- addicting, yet lethal, you give them a sense of pleasure and thrill, making them want more.

You took great pride in what you do and what you have done, and soon, breaking the heart of the Harbinger will be one of your more remarkable achievements. You were snapped out of your reverie by a gloved hand holding a teacup in front of your face. Your eyes traveled up to the person who handed you the tea. Zhongli, the ever polite and just man. “Tea?” His voice was always music to your ears, deep and soothing. “Thank you.” You carefully grabbed the cup by the bottom and let the scent of tea enter your nose. He noticed you have been a bit on edge today, and he was trying to help you calm down. He doesn’t know what has made you so tense, yet, he has an idea. He never bothered to be involved in your love life with Childe, it wasn’t any of his concern, yet man has to be faithful to their friend if they proved themselves worthless in the eyes of love, no?

He knows Childe was at fault, of course, who wouldn’t? Yet he didn’t have the heart to tell you, but it seems like you have figured it out. Childe was one to keep things to himself-- yet when he deems someone trustworthy, he’ll slowly open up to them. Although how is he so sure that they won’t turn on him? Simple, it was. A Harbinger knows what to do in the most vulnerable of moments, don’t they? Now, though, it was a different story. He was utterly smitten with you, and he never will leave you alone. He was like a puppy, per se, clingy yet adorable.

You don’t care anymore, though. You want him gone. He was a Harbinger, yet he was one of the most emotional people you have stayed with. You didn’t regret it, nevertheless, you loved him, just like he did you. But he had to go ruin it, didn’t he? You were there when he cried, when he lashed out on you-- but he didn’t expect you to stay. There, he realized, you were the only one he needed.

You don’t need him anymore, though. You couldn’t care less if he was begging for you to stay-- you won’t accept him again. There’s no point in giving second chances if they broke their promise, they’ll do it again. You saw him cry, but you didn’t know the reason for it. This time, though, you will be the reason why his tears stain his perfectly freckled cheeks. You examined the man before you, reveling in the presence of Zhongli. You noted that he was an elegant and proper man, and his tea was calming as his presence. For a diligent and humble man like him, his aura exudes power and cogency.

A few minutes of simple chatter and conversation were passed on between you, neither of you wanting to bring up what Childe has done. You were grateful that he didn’t bring it up though, but you knew that Zhongli knew. It was evident in his eyes, anyway. As if on cue, Tartaglia waltzed in the room, a bright grin etched on his face. This fucker, frustration and annoyance coating your usual expression. The silence that followed was heavy, unnerving, uneasy. Has he interrupted something important? A discussion, of sorts? He seemed to have no clue, yet the thought of you knowing what he has done seems to never leave his mind.

He likes to describe you as an ocean, an emotional abyss that no one seems to perceive. You were unpredictable, elegant, and dubious. You were everything that Childe loved, and when he’s with you, his love for you grows even more. You wouldn’t believe him if he told you that, the reason is obvious. You sighed, bringing down the teacup that was empty on the table in front of you, and plastered a pseudo smile,

“Hi, love.” You voiced out, letting the velvety sound plague Childe’s ears, “Are you here for our weekly spar?” you asked, letting your smile be replaced with a smirk. Zhongli simply watched your exchange, amused at how you could keep your composure with someone who wronged you-- if the roles were reversed, there would be an argument in front of him. Childe smiled, and nodded his head repeatedly, “yes, yes! Are we going now?” You couldn’t believe you thought that sight was adorable, really, but you know his excitement will be fleeting.

Your spar was situated in Guili Plains, a location where many of the more notorious battles occurred. You flicked your eyes to the terrain, scanning and focusing on the horizon where the sun was setting. Hearing footsteps behind you, you redirected your eyes to the man now standing in front of you. “Ready?” he spoke, aura now changing to a more sinister one-- one that you have been familiar with since the first day you’ve met. You, however, were prepared, not only for this fight, though.

Your blows were unforgiving and perfectly conveying your emotions, each wave of your polearm swinging gracefully into the air, complementing your graceful movements compared to Childe’s intense attacks. Each movement you have done was out of pure rage and impulsiveness-- a written epiphany that Childe will engrave into his mind. You made sure of it, really, you wanted to plague Childe’s memory with you and only you, reminding him that you were the only one who was there for him, and now, he’s losing you. Cruel, some may say, but this was simply retribution for what he has done to you.

He doesn’t know this, though, he was unaware of what you have in store, only focusing on the battle you two would call a graceful dance. Visions both compliment each other’s attacks, each unpredictable move nearly hitting the other, yet the gods above weren’t fazed, no, of course not. Who is to congratulate a man who has committed a sin they forbid. You managed to confuse your opponent for a split second, and you took the chance to pin him down. Polearm in your left hand, while your right hand trapping the arms of Childe behind his back. Your breaths were heavy and you could tell you were tired, but that didn’t matter. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, you were hoping that he couldn’t hear it, though, your heartbeats could match that of a gong.

You could see the flash of confusion in Childe’s eyes when your breathing turned stable, eyes exhibiting an emotion Childe could only conclude as anger. You were angry at him? For what reason? You won, anyway, what else is there to be angry about?

Oh. He figured it out quite quickly, it’s only expected for a Harbinger to be so observant, of course. “So,” You started, your voice was low, it was voicing out the emotions you cannot show. You wanted him to appear vulnerable in front of you. You adjusted your position on his back, while Childe’s head seemed to turn to look at you. To get a better view, perhaps? To you, it will be, the look of utter shock and horror replacing the smile he was adorning. Mistakes aren’t meant to be dwelt upon when you move on to your future, but what he did to you will never be forgotten, you knew that, and he probably did, too. Guili Plains will be remembered as the place where a Harbinger’s heart was laid and trampled upon, leaving the hopes and the memories behind while the man weeps for his lover-- now gone.

“Did you want to keep it a secret?” you asked, you tried to be as polite as possible, but you can’t seem to stay calm for too long. Childe wants to run away then and there, he knew what you were talking about, but he can’t lose you, not now, not ever. He needed you in his life-- for all the years he has lived in this world, you were the only one who gave him hope. He doesn’t want you gone, no, please, no. He would pray to any god, any god who would answer his prayers, he just wants you to be with him-- to stay. He couldn’t answer, the only thing coming out of his mouth was, “What?” You gripped your polearm tighter, “Answer me. You know what I’m talking about.” He has never felt so regretful before. He has stolen the lives of many, and has crushed the reveries of the most influential people, and yet, the tables are being turned on him. “Yes,” he breathed out, voice barely above a whisper.

In a split second, you were shocked; yet you knew he was telling the truth. “Why?” That dreadful word spills out of your mouth before you know it. You wanted to ask him why he did it, were you treating him unjustly? Or was it impulsiveness?-- you can’t blame it on impulsiveness. He knew what he was doing when he could have avoided it. He wanted it, clearly, he showed no signs of restraint. He pursed his lips, unable to make out an answer. He instead let out a shaky breath, moving his eyes from you to the grass in front of him. He couldn’t move his head, and it made it all the more difficult. “You don’t know?” You mumbled, a scoff following suit. Your tone was unbelieving, doubting, even. “Don’t give me that bullshit.” You leaned in, whispering those words directly above his ear. You could hear his heart ramping on his chest, and you were proud at the effect you had on the Harbinger-- once loved, now resented.

It’s funny how the love you built with your blood, sweat, and tears came crumbling down in seconds. It was all Childe’s fault, both of you could not deny it, yet Childe wanted to-- he wanted to deny that he didn’t do such a thing. You can’t convince one to stir away from their beliefs when they already have the evidence. Childe doesn’t want to think, he wants this all to be over. This must be a nightmare, right? When he wakes up, he’ll see you in bed next to him, wanting him to stay and cuddle-- it must be a nightmare, surely, you’re still with him--

“This... this is all your fault.” You didn’t move an inch from your position, making him shiver from your closeness and how cold your words were. “I thought I was able to trust you.” You cursed, your grip on his wrist unrelenting and he made no move to budge, it was useless to do so, anyway. Childe couldn’t do anything but lay there, helpless, letting you spew all the truth he didn’t want to hear. He knew you were going to leave him, but if this was the last time you will ever talk to him, he doesn’t want to move from his position. “You are so fucking pathetic-- a mackerel, are you?” You muttered, “and here I thought you were supposed to be better than everyone else.” You let out a dark chuckle, one that matches the unreadable expression in your eyes-- but one thing is for sure, you were enraged, clearly, evidently angry. He didn’t like it when you were livid, and you knew, though, that didn’t stop you from using it to your advantage.

“You promised me we would live until we die.” You lowered your voice into nothing but a whisper, but to him, it was a dagger to the heart. Your silence was so loud-- that it can voice out the emotions you suppressed. “Why is it that you always keep promises yet you always break them?” He didn’t know either. He was trying his best, but he knows his best was never, ever enough. He doesn’t want you to leave him, he knows he’s committed an unforgivable sin, yet why is he still hoping? It was guaranteed that you were going to leave him, yet he still held into that almost transparent, disappearing thread of hope.

It was useless. “I hope we don’t fucking meet again, Tartaglia.” You really don’t want to meet again, for he would bring nothing but painful memories and the now familiar feeling of betrayal. His breathing hitched, and tears started to cloud his vision. “Do not fucking speak to me, ever again. I fucking despise you.” Each word you recited made him shake, even more, his breaths starting to get heavier, but he managed to let out a simple, “Do you love me?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You? Loving him? Not now, you didn’t. You grew to hate the man in mere seconds rather than falling in love with him in months. Your silence spoke volumes to him, he knew the answer, yet he wanted you to lie. To say that you love him, to give him false hope, so that your goodbye was unsaid yet replaced with a lie he’ll forever grow to cherish. You snarled, and said, your voice loud and clear, “I do not love you.”

Simple, straightforward, livid. You got up from his back, and you started to walk away. Leaving him distraught and maddened at the sight of you leaving him, pathetic and shameful. He didn’t care that he was covered in dirt and sweat, he needed to stay there for a moment, to process everything. You left him, you really left him, and it was all his fault.

“I’ve lost,” he heaved out, “I’ve lost to you, and I’ve lost completely.” He said, his voice shaky yet understandable.

He had not merely lost in battle. Indicating without words that he admitted defeat and loss in something different; he couldn’t hold his tears back anymore, so he wept, his tears falling from his ocean eyes. The Gods above only knew what had happened on that fateful night in Guili Plains, a man who does everything for his happiness although losing everything in the process.

02062021 , © kachuuyaa | do not claim my work as your own.

[its-me-im-coraline]

Consequenses // Thomas Raggi

words // 1590

warnings // smut ahead hehe and not even a full smut, just a snippet honestly

pairing // Thomas Raggi x F!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. ok please let me know on the taglist link if you have asked me to tag you and i havent right now... I lost some of the user names so yeah im so sorry 🥺

request // yes

summary // Reader has been breaking Thomas’ rules by teasing him for days. Thomas eventually is fed up and shows Reader what happens when you disobey.

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina @the-killer-queenie @makapaka11 @bidet-and-legolas @atremendousstrawberrycollection @otaculo @selenophiliaxx

Music, throbbing lights and booze was the way Thomas and his partner decided to spend his weekend off. An average gathering made to feel like a party amongst the closest friends of the band and everyone’s partners. Of course the guitarist couldn’t resist bringing his lover along. He had not seen her in a while, traveling around and working on new music had made the relationship hard for the two of them, things only becoming harder when they started being unsatisfied with their more intimate relationship. The longing did not help much, instead it brought anger and anxiety, both resulting in ruining both of their moods.

The suggestion came from Y/N in the afternoon after Thomas took a break. They were sitting on the couch watching some tv show neither cared for, slowly trying to relax and potentially do more than sitting on the couch. The thought had occurred a few days ago, while the man was still not there, when his lover was maybe watching a bit of an erotic movie. “Maybe we should… switch,” was all she said. No explanation, no details, nothing.

Not much convincing was needed so here they were. Y/N being dominant was finding it a little hard to just sit there and listen. Thus the dom turned into a brat, choosing to tease the man during their first night together.

It was rather simple to get Thomas all riled up this fine night. They happened to have a small fight before the party (a disagreement over minimal things truly) so they were both in a very tense mood while at the party. Thomas was on the one side of the yard, talking with some of his friends, while Y/N was on the other, revealing clothing and lingerie (with certain movements it was visible to the man - and anyone else that paid attention, but not many did). The man was unable to take his eyes off his partner. See, she knew that the result would be pretty good.

“Keep this up and the result will not be very nice for you, amore,” he whispered in her ear when he finally approached her. His hand right above her ass, face too close for comfort.

“I am not sure I want to stop,” said Y/N, an evil smirk decorating her face. Her hips moved side to side, making sure the man could see. Back on her plotting she was.

At first things went smoothly: a bit of seductive dancing, a bit of drinking… The casual. But soon that would change as well. Ethan was sitting on a pool chair, joking about Y/N’s dancing, having a playful back and forth with each other until Y/N sat on his lap. It was nothing unusual for the two, it had happened plenty of times before, but both Thomas and her knew that this time was different.

By now Thomas is fuming. If he was in a cartoon his face would have gone comically red, smoke coming out his face in an exaggerated way. The cigarette and drink in his hand did little to help restrain him. For that, he downed the rest of his drink in an instant, smashing his cigarette on an ashtray and moving to his friends and partner. “Sorry to cut your fun short,” he smiled, trying to keep it together, “but me and Y/N need to go. Honestly, I’m feeling very tired,” he finished, taking Y/N’s hand in his and pulling her up and towards him.

Their friends did not say much, but rather voiced their goodbyes allowing the pair to leave the party.

Getting in the car was now the easy task, but one of them was dreading it. She knew that this would be so fun, but she was undeniably afraid of what could potentially happen that night. “What do you think you have been doing, dolcezza?” He all but growled, roughly turning her face towards his with his hand.

“Me? Nothing. I was just trying to have fun with my friends.” Oh, the innocent act. If Thomas wasn’t hot and bothered (more of the later) already, he certainly was now.

“I don't think so, baby. I think you have been very very naughty. I think you need a punishment.” His tone was playful but his eyes told a different story. Y/N was in for a long night, and they were still in the car. Thomas’ hands had already begun to travel all around his lover, faces dangerously close. And like that the vigorous kissing started.

“You shouldn't have acted like that tonight, amore,” he commented before he started driving back to their shared apartment. The ride was quiet but the tension and anticipation was loud as hell.

Patience was out the window the moment Y/N opened the door to their home. Thomas pushed her to the wall, attacking her neck with kisses. “I warned you enough times, my love, now it’s time for actions,” he commented, hand slowly traveling up to her neck, lightly squeezing, blocking the blood flow lightly making her lightheaded but so much more desperate for him. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall - just like that, good girl! Now, ass perked up.”

She was very well aware of what was about to happen and saying that she did not want it would be a lie. She was rather used to serving spankings to the man whenever he disrespected her - rather lenient - rules, taking such an adrenaline rush every time, but oh did she get a rush now, too. Thomas was getting more and more confident by the minute, Y/N getting rather aroused from it.

Thus she obeyed his demands, pushing her ass back, all there for him to do what he wanted. Thomas quickly got to work moving up her tiny little skirt to have her exposed to his will. Her ass looked amazing in that white lace thong she wore, making the man undeniably hard. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you? You planned for this to happen-” slap, “you knew I would not be able to hold back, didn’t you, puppy?” slap. “Answer me!”

“Yes, daddy,” Y/N responded very timidly, slightly flinching every time he struck her cheeks.

“Good, good. Now count for me, and you will thank me for each slap.”

“One. Thank you, daddy,” she began with his rhythm getting quicker and his force bigger by each slap of his palm. They reached around twenty five before Thomas decided on his next move. He said nothing but roughly turned Y/N around, pulling her towards their shared bedroom, lightly. After closing the door behind him - more out of habit than any actual practical reason- he pushed her to the bed, legs automatically falling open as he stared with lust in his eyes.

“Just sit there and do nothing,” he ordered, “no touching, or there will be consequences.” He did not go far after that, he only undressed and picked up the condoms and the lube, just making sure that she was entirely ready (not that he truly needed it at the moment - just a safety precaution) and knelt in front of his lover.

“Mhm,” he moaned, “you are looking delicious, but I’m not sure you can handle it. Maybe we should do this anoth-”

“No, no! Please, I can handle it! I can handle anything! Please, please!” she exclaimed, or more so whined, making Thomas smirk like a cheshire cat and proceeding with his actions.

“Anything, you say? Hm, we’ll see about that.” Oh boy was she about to regret those words.

His tongue started to tease her immediately as he finished his sentence. It was small short licks and little pecks on her clit, featherly but was agonizing in this case. The pace was slow, timid, really, all in an attempt to show his love in the most painful way possible. Her eyes were shut tightly, mouth hung open releasing heavenly (or rather sinful) noises - a pleasing confirmation of Thomas’ plan working perfectly. Y/N’s back was arched up as her head hung behind, chest bouncing in the attempt to gain more pleasure by Thomas.

“Thommy, please,” she whined, earning a slap on her thigh.

“You are being ungrateful, amore. I shouldn’t be giving you any pleasure at all. You’ll take what you can.” The lack of contact for the few seconds he spoke was enough to cause another fit of whines, but his breath on her heat made far worse ‘damage’.

He wasted no time moving up and away from his disheveled lover, moving to the dresser. Y/N simply sat there, mouth falling open, but this time due to confusion. It was clear that frustration had already started to pick up. Thomas on the other hand was enjoying the situation fully, finding it rather entertaining how he could make her melt so easily.

“Thommy. Come back,” she uttered in her usual dominating tone. Nothing. “Thomas, come back here-”

“What did you just say to me, puppy?” If he was pissed before, now he was livid, and it was clear as day. If this were some weird cartoon his eyes would’ve glowed red - a thought that did not help Y/N’s pleasurable fear. His hand had swiftly reached Y/N’s neck, not tightening up, yet making his stance threatening. “I think you have forgotten how things are going on around here, my love. You are not on the lead right now. I am. And you will pay for that.”

[smutty-ki113r]

Neh neh neh! What is this! Interacting three times today?! How unusual of me! Hello hello lovely Red! How are you? I know I am doing decent I’m being forced to deal with my LEAST favorite teacher now! I was wondering dear if I could pretty please have some creepypastas(Of your choice!)react to there s/o being bullied by there teacher? I am oh so curious of how they would react! Again sleep eat and drink water

Ps:Ignore the last one Anon wasn’t on!

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🥊Class Fight🥊

Comfort Drabble|| no warnings. Includes death though so-

Inspired by: Melanie Martinez

Jeff the Killer

You come from school with a blank face, still trying to process what the teacher told you. Jeff is home, probably polishing his knife, and he gives a grunt to acknowledge you. Not hearing a response back he faces them and asks “what the fuck is wrong with you?”.

Once he finds out that the teacher who had continuously told you their behavior was not ‘class appropriate’ gave you a detention, even though all you did was ask to go to the bathroom he is LIVID.

Fuming, outraged, he will instantly want to go to the school and pick a fight. What can I say, he’s an impulsive guy. You have to hold him back because he might get in trouble or caught.

You can count on Jeff sending about 50 threatening voice mails to this teacher, and I mean home phone, mobile and office. I can just see him going “YOU DONT KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU MESSED WITH” and “NO IDEA, YOU HAVE *coughs from dry throat* NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT IM GONNA dO TO YOU” and then he’ll give a creepy laugh and pretend to be motioning stabbing the air. It would be so funny to watch him do that, “IM GONNA-”

The phone ran out of battery, so he goes to find another one but you hid them and are in your bedroom bawling of laughter. At least he made you laugh. But the teacher will not get away with this, they will be sent a dead person on their desk Monday morning with the note “here’s the assignment. Don’t worry, you’ll be next”

Masky

You come home in tears and he’s immediately shaken, asks what’s wrong without seeming too sensitive. In reality he’s really concerned, but he won’t be impulsive at all.

Sits down with you and talks about what happened, giving you back rubs and tissues as they cry. (I see him as a really manly guy, dilf energy so, basically he protects) Perfect for just being a shoulder to lean on and a great listener.

Once he tucks you in for a nap he will stalk your teacher, making notes of where they are at all times. Tries to approach them in a casual manner, per se in a cafe shop, to see how bitter they are. He’s not a funny guy but he would put a strong laxative in the teacher’s coffee before school so you could see them get embarrassed and shit their brains out.

If you came home with a knowing look he would just casually be having a smoke and say “I didn’t do anything” in the calmest manner. After receiving a hug from you and maybe a funny story about what ‘coincidentally’ happened in class that day.

Rest assured he would kill the guy, make him just disappear into thin air as if he was never there. Perhaps this is a great time to remind you to reread: teachers pet 😏

Bonus: Eyeless Jack

S/o: bullied

Teacher’s kidneys: gone

Hotel: Trivago

IM SORRY I DID IT IN 2nd PERSON- I want to keep consistency. Hope you enjoyed b!! Love u! Also I had to update the fics today-

[insinirate]

hey. wait. you know what? let's humble bf too, as a little giveback to pcnj since i like playing kick the can with his character. ive always liked the idea of pcnj being abandoned by his parents and being put in the system, which is why hes Like That, but bf doesnt know that per se. so its just their regularly scheduled spat over how pathetic pcnj is for not getting over pico, as if bf ALSO wasnt an ex who wasnt completely over pico as well. and then bf just spits at pcnj like "you're so clingy and needy i bet your parents hated you" and a Look just settles on pcnj's face. meanwhile, gf AND pico are just arriving, and all pico hears upon walking into the scene is "-i bet your parents hated you", and unlike bf, pico KNOWS about the grief pcnj has over his parents and the issues that come with it, and he just watches pcnj stiffen up before going, "you know what? fuck you, pico deserved more than me, but he definitely shouldn't be stuck with a piece of shit like you" before stomping past pico and gf not even registering their presence. before gf can even react, pico stomps up to bf like "what the hell was that?! why the hell did you say that?!" and to bf, its just any usual insult he hurls during rap battles, but seeing pico livid over PCNJ of all people makes him think maybe he fucked up a little. even so, bf is just like "chill dude hes gonna get over it-" and pico is like "no! he hasn't gotten over it in years! sure hes been working on it but fuck, his parents actually abandoned him!" and bf is like oh fuck. oh shit. he didn't know that, and now pico is pissed because one of the things that him and pcnj bonded over were their mutual parent problems, and helping each other deal with it. and so pico is like, "im gonna go find pcnj and calm him down" and bf is like "pico wait i really didnt know, i-" but hes already gone, and gf, ever the understanding and sweet, is like "that was a mean thing to say, but you didnt know and you can fix this! once pico is done you can go say sorry to pcnj :)" and now bf has to say sorry to pcnj of all people. meanwhile pico finds pcnj fuming and tugging at his own hair because his mommy and daddy issues are coming back, and now he cant stop fixating on his abandonment issues and maybe pico had only been waiting for an excuse to leave him, and the doxing was just what he was waiting for and he was never really worth loving to begin with- until pico shows up and gentle talks him down like he always did back when they were dating. just holds him and lets him cry and tells him he doesnt regret loving pcnj, and knows theres someone else out there who could love him even better than pico ever could. and it's enough to calm pcnj down, and pico wont let go of him, and pcnj is feeling a little selfish so he lets himself be held and even clings a little to pico. he can have a little moment, as a reprieve

[randombubblegum]

oh my godddd i always forget grace leaked the fandom tracklist and every time i re-remember it i’m just like AHHHH the rage i feel on behalf of awsten is so strong. like your ex girlfriend who is fucking your best friend gets on her livestream to the followers she only has bc shes fucking your best friend and LEAKS THE THING YOUVE PUT SO MUCH WORK INTO FOR X AMOUNT OF MONTHS like i can’t even IMAGINE. to be a fly on the wall during that conversation with awsten and otto after it happened. bc didn’t awsten tweet&delete something right after that was along the lines of “don’t forgive someone on my behalf bc i am still angry” or something??? and like you just KNEW it was bc otto was like “oh bby grace it’s okay honey it was a mistake” while awsten was FUMING

NO BECAUSE ^^^^ ALL OF THIS COSIGNED FR……. it is absolutely INSANE the way she continues to cling to parx for relevance and free clout when awsten has made extremely clear over and over again that he is NOT okay with it and frankly for good fucking reason???? like i am SO FURIOUS on his behalf over this LOL i have my moments where i think awstens out of line but this is not one of them. like gr*ce is a fucking nutjob and i cannot believe shes been allowed to get away with doing this THIS LONG especially when she and everyone else knows damn well what she pulled w otto. imagine not only having to still deal with all that bc shes still fucking the best friend she hooked up with behind your back shes ALSO still clinging to ur work and brand for free clout bc shes too lazy to actually do her own content anymore but cant stand not having attention. sickening.

also DID HE? that sounds super familiar actually im 99% sure ive heard that before……. i wasnt around when it happened but i DO know she immediately tweeted all this like….insanely immature unhinged pity party shit like “you think i fucked up? you hate me? you could never hate me as much as i hate MYSELF” and continued throwing a tantrum until finally deleting her twitter to avoid the heat. el oh el. its especially bad when you remember how SERIOUSLY awsten takes any leaking of his plans or fucking with his info release schedule? like he went absolutely haywire when equal vision leaked entertainment (and dd?) stuff too early. he even put a whole ass FAKE TRACKLIST into the website code for fandom!!!! and then gr*ce comes and does this and fucks with his art she shouldnt even still be mentioning much less trying to attach herself to.

i know some parxies were trying to comfort this grown ass woman telling her it wasnt her fault and everyone makes mistakes blah blah which i assume awstens tweet was about but if it was actually bc of otto…… yeesh. YEESH. i know awsten was absolutely furious like not a joke LIVID over it too. i think otto put his foot down after that and set perhaps SOME boundaries with her bc she never puts him in her lives anymore buuuuut clearly not enough if shes out here in 20fucking22 opening question boxes for new parx teasers like she has any business doing that! :)

[thirstystarkey]

HATE CAN SOUND LIKE LOVE • JJ MAYBANK

Summary: JJ and Y/N have always fought, since everyone can remember. They both have short tempers and a endless love for surf and chaos. But what happens when they have to pretend to be a couple? Well.. people always said that hate can sound like love sometimes.

Warnings: Mention of underage drinking, drugs, minor violence, some smutty scenarios and a ton of sexual induendos, JJ being a hot idiot and Y/N a wild girl brat

CHAPTER 06

While the HMS pogue cut it’s way through the river all the pogues, except JJ and Y/N, chatted happily sharing some cool beers Kie had previously brought with her.

“What’s going on?” Kiara asked her friends due to the strange silence between them. She was used to break their fights and now they didn’t even talked.

“Nothing.” Y/N started, a bit annoyed. “Aside from my best friends basically kidnapping me.” Y/N looked at JJ who agreed with his head at her saying. “What did you said to my mom?”

“Oh that..” Kiara changed her body language, automatically looking over at the other boys who didn’t seem very excited to explain either.

“Before they start, I just want to say I wasn’t participating I was just supervising!” Pope said. Raising both hands in the air.

“What could you possibly say to my mother that is worse than what you already done to us?” Y/N asked, afraid of the answer.

“We said you and JJ went on a date.” John B announced fast.

“What?” The red head girl gasped.

“That’s not all we said.” Kiara began.

“Are you guys insane?” JJ manifested.

“They are!” Pope pointed at John B and Kiara.

“We also told your mother you were dating JJ.” John B tried not to laugh.

“I’m going to kill everyone of you while you all sleep.” Y/N was beyond pissed. “I bet my mom didn’t believe that bullshit.”

“Well, she actually did.” Pope said. “She even said she already suspected it.”

JJ and Y/N shared a disgusted look between them. The idea of them dating seemed so surreal to Y/N she almost felt sick to her stomach. The idea of dating Y/N scared JJ, he never had a actual serious girlfriend and he knew Y/N didn’t do the whole one night stand stuff. They were polar opposites.

In the next few days Y/N was on a mission to avoid her mom. She slept at Kiara’s home most of the days and when she eventually went home Y/N didn’t stayed long enough for her mom to ask any questions or even have the talk. Y/N never took any boys home, no one ever stood a chance with her for she always thought they were stupid and didn’t care about the same things as her. They didn’t see her for her but rather for her looks and Y/N loathed them for that. The other boys saw her as a price, a price they could never claim for Y/N was no trophy. She was free, she was a force of nature, she had the ocean’s soul in her spirit.

“Hello? Y/N?” Kiara called while snapping two fingers in her best friends face.

They were all at the beach enjoying a hot late afternoon after a surf session but Y/N’s mind was off and far from being chill. She had a storm called JJ Maybank living inside her mind creating a itch she couldn’t scratch. All the looks she receive around the island made her want to fight them for believing in her best friends lie.

“Wha-”

Y/N wasn’t able to finish her sentence because JJ picked her up throwing her in his shoulder easily, running at the waves direction. She screamed loud enough to catch everyone’s attention, her friends just laughed at the view.

When the cold water hit her body she swore it felt like tiny needles poking her.

“JJ why would you do this?” Y/N fumed.

“Because we need to talk, girlfriend.” He tried to keep her in place while she tried to run back to her towel.

“Fuck off and don’t call me that.” Y/N pulled JJ’s hair making him let her go off his grip.

Back at the sand her friends were laughing at the top of her lungs pointing at her and the blue eyed boy and that alone made her angry. They were having so much fun with her situation and she wanted to kick their asses.

“Even if you two were dating I bet it wouldn’t last for a month.” Pope said trying to catch his breath with a hand on his toned chest.

“A month? I wouldn’t give these two more than a week, with luck.” Kiara made her point.

“I’m done with this, I’m going home.” Y/N was livid, at the point off almost crying with anger. “Have fun.”

“And your mom?” John B inquired, they knew she was avoiding her mom for dear life.

“I don’t care.” She mumbled. “I will deal with her.” She said shrugging her shoulders. “But I can’t deal with this bullshit now.” Y/N pointed at her friends.

When she finished packing her things JJ tried to stop her but he couldn’t catch her in time to talk to her, so he decided to call it a day as well making his way back to John B’s chateau.

Once home the redheaded girl thanked god her mom wasn’t home, Tina had left her a note.

“I’m working a late shift don’t wait for me, we still need to talk about JJ, I love you honey.”

A loud sigh was heard from her, after reading the note Y/N made her way to the bathroom, she needed a warm bath to relax from before. When she was done and the water had run cold Y/N stepped out and dressed some comfy clothes, her plan for the night was to lay in her bed and ignore her problems. Pretending like she didn’t even existed.

But the girl was in a bad luck strike for her phone rang with a buzz not long after she started watching Gossip Girl on netflix.

With was a text message from JJ, which was weird, they never texted. They only texted each other to mock one another or when he sent her memes making fun of her, which she secretly laughed at and sometimes saved them. Something she would never admit to anyone.

JJ 🏄🏼‍♂️: Meet me at our beach in 15, we need to talk. I’m serious now.

JJ was never serious so she knew something was going on. She didn’t knew why she jumped right off her bed first thing when she finished reading the text message, she put on her black vans and grabbed her oversized jean jacket along with her keys on her way out.

As soon as Y/N’s had arrived at the beach both her and JJ surfed, the reason he called it their beach, she saw JJ standing there, with his back against the lifeguard house, in his hand a lit joint.

“Why did you call me here JJ?” Y/N voice was soft, she was actually tired. “I don’t want to fight.”

“Neither do I.” The boy agreed. “But I think we should get back at them for this little stupid prank.” JJ suggests.

They sat together at the steps and JJ offered to share his joint with the red head girl, who normally didn’t smoke but it had been a long day so she gladly took his offer, immediately surprise because JJ weed was strong.

“What’s the plan?” She asked after freeing the smoke from her lips, passing the joint to JJ.

“We should let everyone think we are actually dating, for a month.” JJ said serious. He wasn’t joking.

“You mean, date date?”

“Yes smartass, date date.” JJ giggled at her confusion.

“You’re insane.” The girl blurred out. “Last week we couldn’t stand being close and now you want to pretend we are together.” She pointed back and forth between them. “Actual dating, as in you are my boyfriend.” She laughed.

If there was one thing Y/N and JJ had in common it was their pride. Both of them being to stubborn to lose a bet or to let anyone say they couldn’t do a certain thing. But they never thought the pogues would use that in their disadvantage.

“So what you say, frenemies baby?” JJ held his hand her way.

“Frenemies.” They said in unison.

“But meet me at my place tomorrow, we need to figure this thing out.” Y/N warned JJ while getting up.

“Is lunch included in that talk?” JJ questioned with a raised brow.

“I can make something.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Then it’s a date babe.” JJ winked at her blowing her a kiss but Y/N raised her middle finger at him.

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[lustinglilac]

Disrespect

A/N: Garcia siblings are back baby! And this time, they get into some unwanted trouble at a local bar... (Platonic!Reader x Benny)

Warnings: strong language, sexual harassment, blood. *gif not mine*

Their late night bar “dates”, as she had named them, were always a good time. Pope and his sister stood on one side of the high-top table while Francisco and Benny stood across from them. Will hadn’t been able to attend tonight, though, having had some things to sort out.

She looked particularly hot tonight, blue jeans hugging her thighs and ass in all the right places paired with a dark crop top that stopped right at her bellybutton.

“Let’s fuckin’ go, baby!” Benny hollered as he downed his second shot, slamming the glass down onto the wooden table with a reverberating clink.

“Benny, we literally just got here.” She rolled her eyes at him.

“So what! You know you used to be way more fun, Garcia.” He scoffed, winking at the annoyed expression on her face.

“Oh, really? Okay. Me and Frank verse you and Pope. Let’s go.” She nodded her head in the direction of an unoccuppied pool table in the corner of the dimly lit bar.

Benny smirked at her, eyes flitting between Pope and Fish, “Why do I get Pope? You take ‘im, he’s your brother.”

“I‘m with him every single day of my life, give me a break, Benny.” She spoke a little too loudly and Pope had heard her amidst his conversation with Frank, making him frown, “Kidding, Tiago!” She cut him off with a tight smile as they made their way over.

“Alright, fair enough. What’re we playin’ for?” Benny drawled, passing down the pool sticks to his friends.

“Losers have to—“ Frank paused, thinking of a good way to end the sentence. “Losers have to go skinny dipping in the lake behind the high school!” He points his finger wildly in Pope and Benny’s direction.

“Frank?! And what if we lose? I’m not doing that!” She put her hands up, not wanting any part of that deal.

“I mean it would suck but I’m not arguin’—“ Benny smirked, weighing his options in his head.

Pope disagreed with a violent shake of his head, “We’re not doin’ that.”

Frank grimaced, slowly realizing that it probably wouldn’t be the best idea, “Yeah, never mind. We’ll just let the winners decide at the end.” He winked, nudging her softly making her laugh.

“Ladies first.” Benny bumped her shoulder playfully on his way past her, pretending like he didn’t see her standing there. She narrowed her eyes at him, pressing her lips into a thin line.

She leaned her body over the table, calculating her shot carefully before scattering the colored balls across the velvet. Only two had pocketed as she tried again, not being able to make anymore.

Frank shouted a compliment, high-fiving her as she walked back to him. She simply watched as the younger Miller took three easy shots, failing to make a fourth one.

“Your turn, Frankie.” She encouraged him to move towards the table as he set up his shot. Frank looked like a pro at it, showcasing his skills as he too managed to pocket three balls.

“Okay, Fish!” Her eyes widened, she raised her eyebrows at him, smirking at his talent.

“Y’all suck!” Benny taunted loudly, slapping Pope on the ass as he leaned over the table to get his shot in, “Get ‘em Pope.”

She gasped at his action, biting the inside of her cheek to hold back a laugh as not to distract her brother.

“Benny! What the fuck? Don’t smack my ass!” Pope grimaced at his partner, turning back around to focus on winning. He, like his sister, managed to sink two in and retreated back to the corner where his teammate stood.

“Let’s go, we’re halfway through. You got this, baby.” Frank egged her on, pinching her shoulders before she stepped up to the table once more.

Unbeknown to them, they’d had a few spectators watching as they played the game. They were particularly focused on the pretty girl with the gorgeous body who was currently setting up her shot, bent over the table.

“Hey gorgeous! Why don’t you come over here and bend that ass over my lap—“

Pool game completely discarded the moment the words left the punk’s mouth. Their pool sticks dropped to the ground harshly, wood on wood colliding.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Benny’s eyes narrowed into slits, turning his whole body to face the bar where the disgusting man and his disgusting friends were seated.

“Don’t— do not.” She pleaded with her brother and Benny and Frank. She tried to hold Pope back by his shirt to no avail. But they were fuming, no, worse, they were livid.

“Move.” Pope’s voice deadly as he spoke to his sister. Frank gently pulled her to the side out of Santiago’s way, she anxiously watched her brother approach the man who was bold enough to make a comment so lewd about his little sister.

“What? I can’t have some fun? She’s a pretty thing.” The drunk man slurred in his face, cackling obnoxiously loud as two of his friends riled him up.

That was all it took for Santiago to reel his arm back, landing a bone-cracking punch to the bastard’s face, knocking him full force off of the bar stool.

Benny stalked behind him, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides dying to get a shot in, “Watch out, Pope—“ He seethed eagerly, staring down at his bloody face.

His two friends did nothing to back him, shutting up immediately at the sight of the two revenge seeking men who had come to the “pretty thing’s” defense.

“Don’t you ever disrespect a woman like that. I’ll fuckin’ kill you— you hear me?! Motherfucker!” Benny had gotten the man pinned beneath him with his hands wrapped tightly around his throat, throwing in three punches for good measure and continuing to yell at the pervert.

“Frank— Frank you have to stop them.” She spoke hurriedly, begging him to go over there and stop the commotion. Fuck, she just wanted to go home.

Frank was torn between wanting to get in on the action or take her advice and stop his own friends from getting detained if the fight lasted any longer.

“Shit.” Frank muttered under his breath, running over to the scene, “Benny, enough man.” Frank grunted, pulling a very begrudging Miller off of the barely conscious body.

“Piece of shit.” Benny grunted with a final kick to his leg.

Pope had noticed the worker behind the bar had a phone to her ear, most likely on the line with the police.

“Let’s get outta here.” Pope spoke, wiping his knuckles on the back of his pants wincing quietly before taking his sister’s hand and leading the four of them out of the bar.

No one dared to stop them as they walked out, not one employee, they’d all heard what was said and they knew the vile man had it coming.

Once they were outside, she shut her eyes for a brief moment. Finally able to breath properly, she inhaled deeply, her lungs filling desperately.

“Bastard.” Benny grunted under his breath, face red with anger as he paced back and forth, trying to calm his rapid heart rate.

“We should go before the cops get ‘ere—“ Frank replied hastily, the faint sound of sirens approaching catching their attention momentarily.

Pope wiped at his mouth, “Hijo de puta. Fucking sick bastards.” He breathed out through his nose, leading them to where they were parked. He fished his keys out of his pocket slowly as not to disturb the swelling knuckle of his right hand.

She was quiet, getting into her brother’s vehicle silently, occupying the seat behind Pope as Benny settled in next to her behind Frank, their knees knocking together as he found a comfortable position, leaning his head against the window.

Benny was less heated now, his pulse returning to a normal rhythm, “Shit— we didn’t even get to finish the game.” He jolted upright, looking to the girl sitting beside him.

“It was a tie.” She remembered correctly, both teams had each sunk the same amount of balls.

“We were definitely winning though—“ Frank nodded his head, attempting to convince his friends that they would’ve been the winners had they finished playing.

“Not a chance.” Benny smirked at the younger girl who couldn’t help but scoff at him.

Coming to a harsh stop at a red light, Santiago hissed, “Fuck— my hand’s killing me. Benny, you alright?” He asked him, catching his eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Yeah— for now. I’m not feelin’ it yet.” He looked down at his own knuckles, the dark red blood drying on them.

“Well, we’re definitely not coming back to this bar anytime soon.” She hummed, looking out the window as they began to drive again, “Or ever, honestly.”

Benny’s arm absentmindedly wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him as she relaxed into his side.

“You’re getting real close back there, Miller. I don’t like it.” Pope eyed them warily.

“He literally just fought someone for me. It’s a gesture of kindness, Tiago.” She glared at him, one eyebrow arched in his direction.

“So did I!” He scoffed, raising his arms.

“Someone’s jealous.” Benny’s statement provoked him even more, making Frank laugh from the passenger seat and earning him a pointed stare from Pope.

Pope laughed humorlessly at him, “Just— keep a distance, please.” He grimaced.

“Whatever floats your boat, handsome.” Benny winked at him in the reflection.

She rolled her eyes, biting back a grin, pushing off of Benny and sitting back in her spot.

“I love fuckin’ with you, Pope.” Benny snickered, reaching over to grab at his shoulder pinching it between his fingers.

“Yeah, yeah.” The older Garcia grunted, rolling his eyes.

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[tulips2kiss]

my mom’s a massive fucking bitch so here’s another angry rant cause I need a way to get out my rage

so I go into the kitchen to get some ice so I can drink a red bull and do my final. my mom’s sitting in there so I ask how she’s doing and she talks about how she got some vegetables delivered and prepped and asked me if I would cut chicken for dinner tonight and I’m like ya no prob. I ask how she’s gonna cook it and she says the recipes on the counter and I’m like ya but how? and she’s like THE RECIPE’S ON THE COUNTER and starts listing ingredients but not HOW she’s going to cook. 

so I walk over and step in a puddle of water with my bare feet and go “oh ew” and she starts cutting into me “WHY DON’T YOU JUST WEAR SHOES” and I’m like “did my reaction to stepping in a puddle of water and saying “ew” really warrant you yelling at me like this?” and she GOES IN ”WELL YOU SAID MY FLOORS ARE DIRTY JUST WEAR SHOES” and I’m like “WEARING SHOES INSIDE IS DISGUSTING THAT’S HOW THE FLOOR GETS DIRTY IN THE FIRST PLACE” and she’s like “THEN JUST WEAR INDOOR SHOES” and I’m like “THE FLOOR IS STILL DIRTY HOW ABOUT YOU JUST DON’T WEAR SHOES INSIDE SO IT’S NOT DIRTY” and she’s all pissed off and I’m like “listen I just think that any time I walk in the kitchen my feet are disgusting like I just took a shower and look at them” and they’re real dirty and she’s like “WELL I DON’T LIKE SNOTTY TISSUES” and I’m like ?!?!?! wtf?? where do you see tissues??? and she’s looking all smug like HA GOTCHA but there’s literally???? none in there??? or anywhere else in the house??? I legit live in my room and don’t leave because if I do that means risking having to interact w my fam and also my room doesn’t have tissues either like the only messy thing is the red bull cans on my desk?? and I’m like “well I’m not gonna wear shoes in the house cause that’s gross and if you aren’t gonna clean your floor then ya I’m gonna point out how dirty it is so get over it or stop being gross.” and then I go to the fridge and there’s no ice because she used it all to “cool the corn” so she can freeze it..... so I’m like “GREAT. WELL THANKS FOR PUTTING ME IN A TERRIBLE MOOD I’M GONNA GO DO MY FINAL BYE.” and I am FUMING

THE KICKER???? TO FUCKING ALL OF THIS???? a few days ago I said “hey if it’s okay with you I’d like to swiffer the kitchen cause the floors really dirty and it’s driving me crazy” that’s how I opened. I OFFERED TO CLEAN IT FOR HER. AND SHE THREW A FIT. she then made this big fuss over cleaning the kitchen “all day” and guess what she didn’t do? CLEAN THE FLOORS. didn’t take me up on it when I offered to do it. didn’t do it her self. complains about how she slaved all day to clean the kitchen when it looks like all she did was wipe down the stove. I can’t fucking stand this woman it’s taking everything in my not to explode on her.

and now I can’t even drink my red bull because it’s room temp and that’s disgusting. 

I spent like 3 hours hyping myself up to do this final and now Im’ fucking livid with no caffeine and istg I need to punch something. 

[01010010-posts]

— am I your future?

request: Okay but pls imagine the rk's meeting an ex-boyfriend of readers... Like theyre home alone for the day and a stranger comes up to the door and theyre like "whomst the fuck" and then he reveals he's readers ex and he wants to talk with them. Imagine these jealous nervous bois freaking the fuck out because AHHH READER USED TO BE IN LOVE WITH THIS OTHER GUY AND HOW HE'S H E R E... And like what if theyd heard of this ex and knew he was bad news (im sorry im a hoe for protective/jealous rks...)

is this ok?? you wanted jealous type & bad ex baby?? did i do this right??

Connor:

• “come on, ordering dessert too?” he giggles, drawing soothing circles on your back, his pupils dawdling with a dreamy gaze on your features, raptured in your love, basking in that soft tug of your mouth • you laugh, rolling your eyes “yes, dessert too” and then you mutter “since someone’s always eager to burn some calories with me” • he bites his lips, blushing a bit blue on the tip of his nose “that’s not fair at all, it’s your fault for being so cute” • “ahh now it’s my fault” you continue, his palms exploring your skin, lowering until they get in contact with your bottom • “yes, [name], it’s your fault” he murmurs near your lobe, teasing you to no end • well, no, there is an end • an end with a very distinct name and surname • “get a room, you two!” the shout of your ex between the chatter of your friends • ugh • your boyfriend goes rigid, a nervous titter, slightly embarrassed, touch lingering but devoid of the same warmth as before • perfect! just perfect! you think, you were busy having a moment but nooo of course they’re gonna ruin it • it was awkward enough when you got invited to this dinner without being told your ex was there too • but you didn’t imagine it would be this bad • don’t worry, as things can and will get worse • in fact, watch!, your last partner is slowly snaking their way to both of you, a sly grin on the face and two bottles of beer • they sit next to your precious robot, offering him to drink together, he politely refuses • “can’t taste? a shame!” that stupid no-good begins a wishy-washy speech, obviously tipsy, trying to get a reaction, probably wanting a fight • they do strike a nerve with you tho and you start tapping your nails on the marble table • he notices, analyzing you from the corner of his lashes, his chords humming off and on, not paying attention • he tries, i swear, he tries resisting and being his usual collected self • but seeing you like this? fed up? distressed? casually checking your phone while he’s stuck listening such endless ramblings   • “um, sorry” he excuses himself, suddenly whisking you away from the room, hiding with you in the restroom • “what– what are you doing?” breath hitching you find yourself against the wall, trapped by his body pressed onto yours • “if your ex keeps talking I’m surely going to have a short circuit” • you snort, not expecting him to be so brash but welcoming his behaviour with a gentle cupping of his jaw • “besides” he kisses you “I was” another kiss “getting” kiss “kinda” again, a kiss “jealous” 

RK900:

• he’s been waiting for the whole week, finally, a day where you two can be alone, rest, cuddle, simply indulge in each other • he’s super happy about it, he can’t stop kissing you while you’re both playing some boring board game • i mean, it’s not boring since you know, he’s a super clever AI, he can switch on your competitive side in every match • the bell?? he looks in your eyes and you in his • “are we expecting someone?” he questions and you nod in disagreement • “I’ll go get the door” he plants a tiny peck on your forehead and leaves the couch • but as soon as you hear the voice of the person behind the (now open) door your blood freezes • “baby? it’s for you” his tone is neutral but he doesn’t move, effectively blocking the entrance • you reluctantly join him on the threshold and stare at your ex • “what do you want?” you lean onto your lover, a deadly mix of fear, bad memories and utter annoyance clouds your mind • but he’s not stupid, he picks it up the moment you speak, already angry at the fact that his afternoon was ruined by some random scum • actually, not random, that’s what makes him livid • it’s your fucking ex, you had feelings, you had sex, you had a relationship • all things that you have with him now • to say he’s jealous would be terribly kind • he’s almost denting the door jamb his hand is resting on • yep speaking of that, the other free one swiftly grabs you by your hip in a lovely grip, tender, sweet, how he is • the complete contrary of your ex btw • the only time he asked you about them you got tense for the whole night • and he felt so guilty about not being more careful and so mad with your last partner • “you’ve got yourself an android? wow, sunken so low?” • you close your lids for a second and sigh in exasperation, really? very predictable • “yeah, you’re right, he treats me nice and loves me, the bar’s sunken pretty low” • this dork can’t help but let a low and quick chuckle escapes his lips • the same that go onto yours, kissing you deeply, passionately, nearly leaving you gasping • he tilts your head, caressing your cheek, then turns to the person standing on the doorway again • “i’m sorry, as my partner said before, do you truly have business here?” • your thoughts still hazy, your ex about to speak but— • he closes the door in front of their face with a loud bang 

RK800-60:

• it’s a chilly summer evening, fresh breeze, a limpid sky, honestly the only thing to do is go out and enjoy detroit’s nightlife • plus, it’s your boyfriend we’re talking about, he’s the embodiment of having fun 24/24 h • you find a nice club, music not too loud but there nevertheless, if he wants he can go dancing while you’re sipping your drink • which is a thing that might or might not happen • he doesn’t want to leave you alone but gosh the beat is totally calling him • “hello, is this seat free?” • a familiar tone drills through your ears, you whip towards the sound • your ex • god, your ex • you briefly mentioned something about them to your darling but • “yes, it is” he smiles and replies, unaware of the situation • “oh but it’s you, [name]! how long has it been? six months?” • “more than that” • “seriously? time flies then!” • “you know this person, sweetie?” he half-whispers, his expression that of a lovesick puppy, already oddly getting the hint of something being wrong, probably because of your accelerated pulse he can feel with his fingers on your wrist • “y–yeah, it’s my ex—” • “so clumsy of you, [name], you should introduce me properly” • he’s dumb when he wants but not this time, his LED blaring red, fidgeting and moving closer to you, an arm around your shoulder, protecting you • “don’t worry, I can do that myself. nice to meet you, I’m [name]’s boyfriend.” • there was absolutely no need to but he did it anyway • he’s so nervous please excuse him • not only he’s jealous because he’s a champ in inferiority complex • but he’s also fuming? it’s pretty obvious how mean is this asshole you don’t have to tell him • “you’ve found someone else? thought our relationship left you quite heartbroken, but then again, you’ve always been the promiscuous type, haven’t you?” a snicker and there’s nothing after that • your android doesn’t hesitate and strikes a punch, perhaps putting too much force and fracturing their nose • he’s not even completely conscious about his action, he just felt the urge and did it, his LED slowly returning to yellow and then blue • “what the fuck—” your ex doesn’t get to finish the phrase, him grabbing the collar of their shirt, his fist feigning another hit and they put their hands to cover the face, scared, trembling • “don’t you dare approach [name] ever again, clear?” he grits through his teeth but there’s no response “I said, are we clear?” • after a feeble choked ‘yes’ he loosens the grasp, letting your old partner falling to the ground • he takes you home immediately, too pissed off to talk about what he did • he’s a bit scared you’ll scold him but there was no choice, believe him, he felt he had to • he spend the rest of the night cuddling and reassuring you

[its-me-im-coraline]

Since we were younger // Thomas Raggi

words // 1441

warnings // fluff and angst

pairing // Thomas Raggi x F!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. i was planning on putting this photo on some headcannons so if you see it twice in my fics excuse me lol. I actually really fucking loved this trope omg, it came out pretty good! I'm also excited cause i keep writing more and more words as i go with writing fanfiction and yay im excited.

request // yes, here and here

summary // Reader is Victoria’s sister and the same age as Thomas. The two were in the same class in school, always around each other and even more as they grew older. Lots of angsty emotions and mutual pinning later Victoria invites her sister to the Maneskin house were all the secrets come out.

It all started at a young age. They met as kids, maybe around the age of six, never once thinking of each other as anything more than friends. They would play around, yell at each other, get hurt and take care of one another; and all over again went the cycle. The though of love was not in the picture yet, not that they would understand it.

As teenage years rolled around is when they first started seeing the symptoms of feelings in their behaviors. Y/N was the first to notice her feelings, understanding very quickly that she were simply fucked. It was a simple moment, one that under most circumstances would go unnoticed - but that’s how love is, it hits you like a lightning, no warning, no nothing.

It was a Sunday, she remembers that distinctively, it was after the band was all together and grouping us at the home studio to work on their music, inviting some friends over to help them relax after working all day. Victoria had obviously invited her little sister to tag along, knowing very well that even is she didn’t a very tall blonde skinny boy would. It was literally nothing out of th ordinary, Y/N was just sitting next to Thomas, feet dipped in the pool, the moon was up lighting up the space just enough for the two to see each other as they spoke about nothing and everything. The conversation started about foods continuing to games and movies and then fighting over movie characters and in that moment Y/N knew. She caught herself looking at the boy for a little too long, touching her leg to his as they sat too close on the pool side. She found herself longing to be held by him, but she kept it in. She knew that with their career taking off she had no chance to be with Thomas.

Victoria was the second person to figure out that either of the two teenagers had feelings for each other. Not few were the times she would catch her sister stealing glances at the band’s guitarist, or hugging him for longer than anyone else. She also was not blind and she could see how they held each other during those summer nights they spend by the pool, before and during the aforementioned visit. They clung onto each other for dear life, becoming pouty when either had to go for a few minutes. Originally she ignored it writing off as them just being… well, them - considering that that’s how they were together since they were children, until one day the younger girl confided in her when they were back at their own house.

“I think I really like him, Vic.”

“That’s amazing, Y/N! Oh my, that’s good news! Thomas is a good guy-”

“Yeah, but one that does not want me and would struggle to be with me now.”

“Why would he stru-”

“Vic, are you blind?! Do you not see your life right now? You are working like crazy, show here, show there… Dami already had a relationship and he’s struggling to keep up, let alone me with Thomas, on a new relationship,” she rambled, telling herself that this would be the only reason Thomas would not want to be with her; or at least she was trying to convince herself that she really cared about that reasoning.

Victoria said nothing after that, dropping the subject but never forgetting her sister’s thoughts. Instead she opted to observing the two younger teenagers. It was extremely obvious how they harbored feelings for each other, at least until Thomas got into a short-lived relationship.

Y/N was heartbroken, going back to her sister in hopes of calming her mind and tears. Being Thoma’s best friend came with all the complaining about ‘why doesn’t she show that she likes me’ until he asked her out and the ‘she is so amazing, last night this…’ type of conversations. She could not refuse him an outlet to rant, that’s what they did since they were kids, rant about the good and the bad, never judging each other. But this time Y/N could not take it. It all felt too much, feeling the pain of rejection and feeding her own head with insecurities day after day… she broke, in the arms of Victoria.

The third people to figure it out were both Ethan and Damiano. They happened to be sitting next to each other as Thomas stormed in the living room, fuming from his anger, his face being red, ready to burst.

“What’s gotten your knickers in a twist, buddy?” Asked Damiano, always in good spirit but truly surprised at his friends expression.

Thomas looked like he could not possibly get any angrier but that was proven wrong as Damiano finished his question. He slowly turned his head to face him, giving him a glare before huffing and looking at the floor. “She’s dating him.” He spit out the last word as if venom, pointing at a photo on his phone.

It was a photo of Victoria’s sister, sitting on the lap of a boy they both knew in school. Y/N sent it to Thomas while letting him know of her current flirt. She never believed it would become very serious, so she did not think to much of this conversation. Truth be told, she knew Thom was in a relationship which is the reason she looked into dating other people. She kept thinking how she should not stay like that, wallowing in the pain he was so oblivious towards, but her mind would not drift far away.

“Didn’t you go to school with him?” Asked Ethan, more to Damiano than Thomas, knowing the latter was to livid to respond.

“Yes. He’s a year older than them, His name’s Ignazio,” he responded, turning back to the youngest of the three. “So what exactly is your problem. You have a girlfriend.”

Thomas huffed, again, at Damiano’s words, looking down, being truly unaware as to why he even bothered. “He -agh… He just is not good enough for her. I just care for my best friends, you wouldn’t understand.” He pulled his phone out of Ethan’s hands, storming of the room.

At that the two remaining boys shared a knowing look, understanding very well that if Thomas did not figure out his feelings soon, the two would have problems.

The last person to understand was Thomas. It was the latest time the band had gotten to the studio home with their friends. It was right after eurovision, Thomas’ relationship was long broken at that point, Y/N’s as well. This time around the two were sitting at the steps of the patio, cigarette held between trembling hands, as the chilly night took over them. She looked so cold, so vulnerable, so fucked out after spending all day by the pool, swimming and sunbathing. Oh, to be the sun looking down at her, touching her beautiful face with the hot rays. Thomas was infatuated, taken aback by just how wonderful she looked that night, her skin glowing under the moonlight. As she sat there shivering is when Thomas realized he liked her- no, no, was in love with her, and he knew he had to act now.

“Are you cold, dolcessa? I have a jacket you can borrow.”

“I do actually,” she whispered, not sure if it was truly ok for her to even say it.

“Give me a moment, I’ll bring it,” Thomas responded, smashing his cigarette on the tray and practically running inside to bring his jacket.

As he came back he laid the piece of fabric on the girl’s back, making a point of holding her close afterwards, giving her extra warmth. “Is this any better?”

“Perfect,” she sighed, settling into the boy’s arms.

“You know, Y/N… You look absolutely beautiful right now.” He decided to be bold this moment, he couldn’t wait any longer, in fears of any more Ignazios taking her away.

“Oh, do I?”

“You do. I-I just want to say I like you,” he let out, not even thinking of what to say, quickly thinking that his way of expressing it was idiotic.

“You do?”

“I do, Y/N, truly. And it took me too long to realize.”

“Maybe you are a bit clueless, if you think about it,” she laughed, placing her palms on his sweet face. “You sweet, sweet puppy,” she said in a soft tone, all the while eying the man’s lips.

“Well, why don’t you make this sweet puppy very happy and just… kiss me?”

“Maybe I will.”

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[iodiony]

Ah fuck ok oh god alright thanks hermes

Luv how the day I finally surrender to blocking V, to our miscommunications and falsely placed painful kind of love, is just fucking filled to the brim with folks who get mad at me for no or for bullshit reasons on the road (+1 elsewhere)

* woman flipping me off w one hand, phone in the other, none on the wheel, who I must assume was mad that I (a person in the round about) cut her off (a person in the onramp who doesn’t have right of way)

* man mad that I assessed his speed and distance to be matching traffic and tried to merge right, the lane he apparently intended to pass me in

* so there’s a woman at work who was livid I couldn’t hulk lift a fucking motorized recliner from the back in the 10 minutes from close she gave me to do so a few days back. Saw her in the store today, made wordless eye contact as I was behind the register, then poof, gone as if she almost understood that she was being a shit

And as my silly exbaptist brain goes searching for a way to feel guilt while driving home, I assume I haven’t been giving h enough attention or something, have half a mind to do an offering later

Time comes to do the offering & im running on fumes and this makes the improv rhyme of my prayers and pleas nowadays come easier somehow

And I recognize by speaking before thinking what only density could teach: some angers at me are not mine to own

Me@me: Look for culpablity as much as you can but if you and yours come up empty sometimes it’s time to clear your hands of the guilt

& god I wish there was an attempt to do right by them that would feel right to them but at this point I don’t think so

Capitalism makes everything about money not me and maybe one day they’ll choose a holistic empathy to that

[kiwismoon]

HE SAYS IT'S FUN TO FUCK WITH YOU I'M FUMING IM LIVID HE'S SUCH A SICK BASTARD OH MY GOD

D: be careful talking to this person!!