#bc I’m smart enough that I can do nothing for days and then do everything at the last minute and get an A still

[faetreides]

I have had this thought running around all week. What if reader was sejanus’s girlfriend but Coryo was in love with her, so when he returns to the Capitol after everything in district 12 and the reader is upset that her boyfriend had died and been labelled a rebel, he’s there to comfort her and later married her.

I realised that there’s a few gaps in this but I don’t even care cause I’m so obsessed with the thought! Love you!!💗

I debated on answering this bc this is a fairly common "trope" in the corio x reader space, but I decided to see if I could do something a bit different with it, I hope you like it & I love u too!!

(TYPICAL CORYO WARNINGS Y'ALL)

In my head, canon era Coryo would be a lot more confused by being able to feel anything romantic for anyone. It's not like you're a childhood friend of his, or a new transfer from a district family that won the gamble and made it big, no. You're just one of the many middle tier capitol families who while never being on the same level as others, they also had less to lose. It would make something in his gut simmer, if your family was any more significant than a fly hovering around a rotting corpse. You are not the asset that Sejanus is.

But he hates seeing you link arms with Sejanus as you walk out of class together. He loathes the sight of you two splitting a cookie and feeding it too each other like it might as well be your wedding cake. It isn't until Coriolanus "happens" to be wandering through the academy corridors after hours, that his mind catches up with his cock. It's useless to count how many times he's rubbed his cock raw to the memory of your panty covered crotch under your skirt (you don't wear them constantly so you're a bit stupid about remembering to be careful).

Your moans, which he's already heard through the walls of your apartment when he couldn't resist the urge to see you, tip him off. He ducks around a nearby corner and peeks out to see you and Sejanus locking lips. What's worse, is that he can see that your pants are pooled around your ankles, and Sejanus is nearly throwing his back out thrusting his dick in your dripping hole. Huh. Coriolanus would've never pegged you as the sort of person to take risks like that, but you must need the added thrill to be wet enough for your boyfriend.

Coryo knows that there's nothing special about the softer moments you and he share. That the food you sneak him is given because you're a nice person and not because it kills you to see the love of your life starve. You aren't implying anything when you explain Antony and Cleopatra to him (he didn't need you too, he just wanted to have more memories of your voice and to make you feel smart). But he can't stop himself from drafting up a false reality, which he's believing is become less and less false with every touch and glance.

In the days after his return to the capitol when all is said and done, he tells himself that Sejanus had to die so he could live. That that's all it came down to, survival. Deep down, he doesn't bother kidding himself. He knows that he saw the perfect opportunity to get rid of the thing standing in between him and his happily ever after, and that you weren't very bright when it came to capitol propaganda. You might even feel inclined to be grateful once you learn about your beloved was all too willing to betray you and run off with some district songstress.

Having less to lose doesn't mean you have nothing to worry about. If anything, it makes you an easier target.

He gets a reoccurring nightmare about Sejanus having survived the hanging and biding his time in the woods of district 12 before coming back to hunt him down, to get you back. The paranoia will never fully go away.

#coriolanus snow x reader #🎧.asks #coriolanus snow x you #⚰️.deaddove #yandere themes #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x reader #coryo snow x reader #coryo snow #coryo snow x you #coryo smut #coriolanus smut #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus snow #coryo x you #coryo x reader #tbosas #tbosas x you #tbosas x reader #thg #thg x you #thg x reader #the hunger games x you #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games #yandere x reader #tw yandere #male yandere #yandere #yandere male

[gingers-deadbody]

Flawless - Carl Gallagher x Fem! Reader

Request: “Hi I would like to request a fanfic about Carl Gallagher who meets a flawless girl and treats her like princess but fucks her like a whore I don’t know if that’s possible but if not it’s cool”

Requested By: @butterflyqueen2002

Warnings: sex, language, cum (none else that I'm aware of)

A/N: I set this in season 7/8 bc at the time I started it the requester wasn’t specific but she later added onto the plot so just keep that in mind🤷🏻‍♀️ anyways I started this late at night but I was thinking abt it all day in school like omg 😩 I need Carl so bad

A/N pt.2: Btw this migt turn into a mini series with probably 3 parts max

As Carl walked through the halls of school and spotted you at your locker applying lipgloss, he knew he had to have you

If anyone were to look at you, they’d say the same exact thing

You were funny, smart, kind, and so especially hot

All girls admired you and all guys tried to get you in bed. You of course said no to every one of them. That being said, Carl was surprised when you agreed to go out with him. He was expecting rejection if anything.

“Sure, Carl. What time should I get there?” Your soothing voice snapping Carl out of his trance, making him remember he just asked you to eat dinner with him at Patsy’s.

“O-oh uh is 7:00 good for you? And don’t worry about getting there. I’ll pick you up”

“Yeah 7 is good. I’ll text you my address.”

With that, you closed your locker and walked to your next class with your books. Carl stood there and admired you. Everything about you was enticing. You hair, your eyes, your smile-

Carl was suddenly snapped out of his trance yet again by none other than his older sister, Debbie.

“Eww Carl! Stop gawking at her like a creep!” Debbie screamed and hit carl a top the head. Carl winced in pain and held his head

“Ow Debs what the fuck is wrong with you?” Carl yelled at the red headed girl. Debbie smirked. Carl hated it when his family got caught up in his romantic and personal affairs.

“Oops! Looks like I’m late for class. Bye, Carl!” Debbie yelled as she walked down the hallway to her next class. Now the only late one was Carl.

“Oh shit.” Carl ran in the opposite direction to his class.

- TIME SKIP -

It was quarter to 7 (6:45) and you were sitting at your vanity applying lipgloss and adding the finishing touches to your hair. It was nothing special since you were just going to Patsy’s but you still wanted to look nice.

Soon, Carl was knocking on the door nervously and was excited to greet you. He had cleaned up himself and bought you a single rose (or your favorite flower)

“Aww,” you put your hand on your heart and smiled. “Carl, you didn’t have to do this.” Carl handed the flower to you and followed you into your house as you put the flower in a vase of water. “I hope you like it” Carl smiled, feeling proud of himself.

“I do. Thank you Carl” You followed Carl outside and he opened Fiona’s car door and helped you in.

- TIME SKIP -

After the dinner, you and Carl went back to the Gallagher household to enjoy the rest of your night.

When you two got in the house, you were both drunk and stumbling through the quietness of the house, disturbing the peace of the night.

You were giggling as Carl helped you climb up the stairs to his bedroom. Although Carl would never admit it to your face, he did hope that you would like him and his family enough to go out with him on a second date.

“Carl, I’m tired,” you told him as he helped you into his room. “Yes, I know. You can sleep in my bed tonight if you’d like.”

“Thank you, Carl. If you’re okay with it too, you don’t have to sleep on the couch.”

“As long as it’s alright with you, I’m okay with it.”

And with that, you and Carl both fell asleep in each other’s arms, drunk and mindless.

In the morning, Carl had woken up first due to the shifting of your ass against his crotch.

With you shifting and constantly moving against him, it was hard for him not to notice. Carl was starting to get impatient with you so he wrapped his arms around your torso to pull you deeper into him. He started to kiss and suck around you neck in hopes that when you wake up, you be in the mood~

You start to stir and you turn over to see the handsome face that belongs to none other than Carl Gallagher.

“Mornin’ baby” Carl says in his raspy, morning voice that turned you on more than you already were.

“Good morning, love” you press a kiss against his lips and giggle.

Carl moans as you start to bite and suck his neck

"You want to?" Carl struggles to get out as he brings his hand up to the back of your head to massage and play with your hair

"Mhmn" you respond as you're now laying on top of him with both of your hands around the back of his head and taking his soft, curly hair into the grasp of your fingers and pulling your hands back out and repeating the motion until Carl grabs your waist and flips you back onto your back with him on top of you.

Carl places a kiss on your upper lip and pulls back to remove your clothes, stripping you bare for the ultimate pleasure of both yourself and him. Once the t-shirt of his that you had borrowed for the night was removed from your upper half, goosebumps arose from your arms and torso, along with your nipples hardening and standing straight.

Carl leans down to your breasts, kissing and licking each of your nipples and kissing down to your waistline. Once he had reached his destination, he leans up and removes your shorts and panties and throws them onto the floor to join the rest of your recently discarded clothing items.

After you were completely disrobed, Carl had finally taken into account that he, himself, wasn't fully naked either. Given that, he, with the help of you, stripped himself from his boxer shorts to join you in the nakedness you lie in.

After you were both stripped bare, with goosebumps ridden along your bare, soft, skin, he pulled his hands to wrap them around your waist from the back and pulled you closer into himself.

He grabbed his dick (I don’t like the word cock, sorry) rolled on a condom, and aligned it with your vagina, rubbing his tip along your folds.

A grin crept across Carl’s face as he listened to your heavenly moans massage his ears. Finally, he took his dick and slowly pressed his tip into your velvety walls.

Once his dick was finally all the way inside your pussy, he took both of your legs and put them over his shoulders.

He took ahold of your hips and began to thrust into your cunt, hitting your sweet spot. He kept thrusting hard, making you whine and moan against his touch.

As you moaned, Carl could feel himself getting closer and closer to his release.

Carl being the gentleman he is, he wanted you to cum first. Given that, he took one of his hands that was resting on your hip and brought it down to your clit to rub in circular motions.

"Mhmm, Carl, I'm close." you moaned out, voice breathy and slightly higher than usual.

"Me too, babygirl. Go ahead, cum on my dick." Carl kept on rubbing your clit with his thumb, going faster and faster as each word left his mouth.

And with that, you came all over Carl's dick, with him following shortly after, cumming into the condom.

Carl pulled out and threw the condom in the trash near his bed and grabbed the two water bottles he had set next to his bed the night before.

After you two were both cleaned up and calmed down, Carl placed a kiss on your lips and walked you back to your house.

Best. Date. Ever. (cringey, I know)

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oh my gosh, I hate this so much but I promised it'd be out by today so it's whatever.

Please feel free to send in requests and read the Request Guidelines before doing so.

#shameless #carl gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #carl gallagher x fem reader #carl gallagher x y/n #carl gallagher imagines #carl gallagher x you #carl gallagher smut #carl gallagher x reader smut #carlgallagherxreader

[azulashengrottospiano]

Ahhh i dont really know how Tumblr works (this is my first time requesting someone) but i see that ur request was open

i want to request an academic rivalry trope hcs with riddle or Azul or both (bcs i absolutely LOVE the way u write them 😞 it makes me giggle)

Thank u in advance and have a great day or night (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)

SUMMARY: Riddle & Azul with an academic rival!!

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: omg i love you for this!!! this is one of my favorite tropes ever and these two are so emotionally constipated they wouldn't know what to do with themselves. i hope you have a lovely day too anon <33 and im so glad you like how i write them hehe azul is the loml so it means a lot when people say that!!

Riddle doesn’t know what to do about you. He feels so incredibly frustrated every single time you score higher than him on a test because he should be better. How can he pride himself in being Heartslabyul’s Housewarden if he can’t even be at the top of his class?

So what does he do with that frustration? He studies harder and harder because clearly he isn’t trying hard enough. His health deteriorated, and if it wasn’t for Trey, Riddle would be even more of a wreck.

Then he finally does it. All of that work culminates into Riddle finally scoring a point higher than you on his Magical History exam. He stares at the board smugly, really admiring his name above yours (which is how it should be, in his mind.)

You approach the board too, and he expects you to say something about how you’ll score higher than him next time or how you can’t believe he’s finally beaten you, but instead, you nod cheerfully and walk away.

You just walk away. You don't even look at him. You’re satisfied with yourself?! Riddle feels rage bubbling up in his chest, and he almost screams at you right there and then in the hallway. What is wrong with you?!

It doesn’t help matters when Crewel assigns a huge project that's to be completed by two people, and places you and Riddle together. He’s so hell-bent on avoiding you the entire time, even when your face grows annoyed at his inability to cooperate.

“This project is a long one, you know.” you tell him one day, staring daggers into the side of his skull, “It takes six months to complete. If you want to get a good grade you’ve got to lay down your pride and talk to me. I’m not put up with this for half a year.”

Riddle hates that you’re right. He hates it so much because he’s always supposed to be the sensible one. He’s studied the rules over and over and yet you stump him. You make him wrong.

Is he wrong to resent you for that? Is it wrong to want to destroy your pride? Is it wrong to hate that you seemingly get everything you’ve ever wanted so easily while he’s worked hard for it?

Is it wrong that he wants to cooperate so hard and so efficiently with you that you take back everything you said to him?

Azul wants to get you in his debt so BADLY. He isn’t at the very top of his class, no. That title belongs to Riddle, who has refused his offers for a contract time and time again. Maybe there’s something you want, though.

He will find it. He will examine you every day and pick apart every insecurity and moment of sadness. That smart little brain of yours may be good for tests, but when it comes to manipulation, you have nothing on Azul.

It’s a small comfort if nothing else. You may have the entire school wrapped around your finger and the Leech twins might be fascinated with you, but that doesn’t matter.

Well, it doesn’t matter until you show up at the Lounge of your own volition. Azul is shocked when he hears the twins call your name, and you enter his VIP Room looking far too calm.

Floyd almost hacks up a laugh from laughing too hard when you ask for tutoring. Azul is baffled as Jade snickers, wondering why the person who outscores Azul continuously would ask him for tutoring.

But this is his chance. And so he writes up a contract, asking for something vague because he doesn’t know what he’ll need from you yet but he’s certain you’ll come in handy in the future and suddenly—

You wrinkle your nose and hand the contract back to him, pointing at one of the conditions. “I don’t like that one. Change it.” you say, and Floyd starts cackling again because no one has ever read them that closely.

It’s a condition that states you will come to the Lounge whenever Azul summons you. It’s vague enough that the signer may not realize he truly means whenever, but outlined enough to make them assume that it only applies to the time frame in which the main part of the contract is in effect.

It’s sneaky, and you caught it. Azul’s eyebrow twitches as he stares at you, forcing a smile on his features. Why, of course he can change that for you! What would you like it to say instead? You should know that he’s on home turf right now, and he never loses in the comfort of his VIP Room.

#auburn's requests <3 #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst x reader #disney twst #riddle rosehearts x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto

[anzulvr]

Imagine Karma having a bad day and a smart af reader who can see through him instantly catches on and tries to do little things to make him feel better but doesn't do anything direct bc they know that Karma isn't so great with admitting he's upset and he eventually opens up and cuddles up to them and omGHW RKSIAJWWNAOQ

KARMA X READER WHO READS HIM LIKE AN OPEN BOOK

This took like 2 weeks I’m sorry there’s so many requests 😭

Karma has never been the best at hiding how he feels, it never even seems like he tries to as he’s very open and honest about what he thinks.

No one can really read him except for you.

He doesn’t know wether to think of that as a good thing or not. You understand him but is having someone like that something he wants?

He sits down next to you in the morning for first period. He came late and he has this grouchy look on his face, you ask him what’s wrong.

he brushes you off “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

It was obviously something still you didn’t want to be pushy.

The rest of the day you could tell something was weighing on his mind so you made it your life’s (or days) mission to make him feel better.

You spent the rest of the day trying to cheer him up

passing him notes during class, (Korosensei sees you but doesn’t stop you from doing it when he sees Karma smiling while reading them)

Messing with him during your sparring session

“[Name] you sure you want to fight me? I’m not going easy on you.” (He totally will)

“You don’t have too! I’ve been practicing too.”

mid way the fight you realize you overestimated yourself, even with him letting you hit him it was somehow hurting you more.

“[Name] I’ve seen cats that hit harder than yo— PffttHAHAHA WHY DOES YOU TICKLING ME HURT MORE??”

you realize there was no beating him through sheer will but you did know he was ticklish and that’s a big enough weakness to exploit.

You were also just being extra corny all day just for the sake of it

“This (love) song reminds me of you.”

“[name] that’s so chessy it’s gross.” he says trying to hide the smile creeping up his face

You went to his house to hang out for a while

“Karma, let’s watch [insert really overrated action move]!”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to last time.”

“You like it right? I want to watch something you like.”

His heart exploded right then and there. How could someone be so sweet without realizing it

mid way through the movie his spirits seemed raised so you ask.

“Karma do you mind me asking why you were upset today?”

“t’s really nothing I’m surprised you could even tell. No one else said anything.”

“I just pay extra attention to you, they didn’t say anything cause you have resting bitch face”

“Obsessed much?”

“As if! seriously though, what happened?” You had to push further for him to admit anything actually happened

“I just got into a fight with some stupid guy”

“Really? That’s it? You get into fights like everyday.”

“It’s a long story. Him and his friends were talking about you and it really set me off because I’d already had a shitty morning— my parents called to tell me they already made plans to travel to New York after they told me they’d stay here for atleast a month?”

“Oh wow- I’m sorry Karma, I know they promised and everything.”

“Yeah. Uhm sorry— I didn’t mean to unload that much.”

(Sorry??? He says sorry??)

“Huh? You don’t have to apologize, I want to know these things cause I care.”

“Oh. Thanks [name], you’re the only person I’d ever tell these things too.”

“Whys that?”

“I trust you too much, who knows when you’ll blackmail me with this.”

“Blackmail is your thing not mine!”

“Mhm, that’s what a blackmailer would say. Anyways let’s finish the movie the best part is coming up!”

“I was hoping you forgot we were watching that snooze fest.”

“In what world is [super mega overrated action movie] a snooze fest??“

“Do you hear yourself right now..?”

“You don’t see me complaining when you make me watch those romance dramas you like.”

“What are you saying, you never shut up about how unrealistic the scenes are.”

“Cause they ARE— in what world do guys get in car crashes, stay in mid air for 5 minutes and look good while doing it??”

“…in what world does an antihero ninja go around fighting people to save humanity.”

“To be fair we’re trying to kill an alien octopus to save the world from exploding these days.”

“Yeah.. if you asked me a year ago which of these events were most likely to happen I wouldn’t have guessed alien octopus world explosion.”

“Right, to be honest the car accident in true beauty seems fairly realistic in comparis- [Name] LOOK THATS THE SCENE!”

in the end you fell asleep on the floor together when you woke up he complained about how you slept though it. (He fell asleep 5 minutes after you.)

#ansatsu kyoushitsu #karma akabane #akabane karma x reader #assassination classroom x reader #karma akabane headcannons #karma akabane x reader #karma x reader #assasination classroom #assassination classroom #assclass

[thenbecauseggoes]

Omg your last Colin fic was 🥵🥵🥵 Could you do a smutty office fic where he’s super shy around you.. maybe one day you catch him looking and start to tease him until he admits he likes you???

A/N: hi there anon!! so sorry it took like so long to get to your rec and the smut is a bit rushed... i've been like mega busy bc school for me starts in like 10 days im TERRIFIED... but i hope u like this!

WC: 2004

warnings: smut, pnv, teasing, office sex, mutual feelings, lmk if i missed any

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The Beach

colin zabel x fem!reader

🎧♱★★♱🎧♱★★♱🎧♱★★♱🎧♱★★♱🎧♱★★♱🎧♱★★♱

You liked your job, you liked being a detective and solving cases. People thought you were smart and you liked helping people out, it made you feel good. There was just one problem. You had a ridiculously hot coworker. Colin Zabel. Another extremely skilled detective who just so happened to be one of the few coworkers of yours who didn’t end up being one of your friends. When you asked other people around you if he was just rude or hated you they admitted to you that he was a bit shy. But when you’re in the office you can’t seem to catch any of that shyness with other people, he was always laughing and chatting it up with the people working in your office. Just not with you.

This had happened to be one of those times. And you would be lying if you said your social skills weren’t super on par with him, he made you awfully nervous since the day you walked in here with his beautiful brown eyes and perfect face. And you shouldn’t even be thinking about that because he’s your coworker, another detective. But as he wraps his long and slender fingers around his coffee cup you can’t help but imagine what those fingers would feel like inside of you. You squeeze your thighs together at the idea and decide it might just be best to go over and talk to him.

“Hey Colin” you approach nicely enough, acting like you weren’t just having insane thoughts about him. His eyes go wide when you approach him and he sets his coffee down on the counter, leaning against it. It looks as if he’s trying to speak but just can’t. “Cat got your tongue?” you joke before filling up your own cup with hot water and placing a tea bag inside to steep.

“Uh no” he says awkwardly, seemingly taking a glance over your entire body. 

“Hm, ok” you say, not appreciating the fact that he just can’t seem to form a sentence or keep a conversation going. The only thing going for him were his good looks. He looks as if he’s going to open his mouth and speak again but nothing comes out, leaving you sitting there in silence while your tea steeps. You pull out your phone and start texting your roommate about something stupid you have to attend to tonight and you swear you feel his gaze burning a hole in your head. You turn your head and he looks away, pretending to look at something outside. You smile to yourself, maybe you could make a game out of this. “Do you say anything Zabel?” you smile at him, leaning down on your hand to expose some cleavage out of your low cut blouse. You see his eyes drift down and his adam's apple bob as he takes a deep swallow. 

“Uh, sometimes” he flexes his hands against the table. 

“Why haven’t you spoken to me at all?” you say, turning around and taking the tea bag out of your cup to throw in the trash. 

“I-uh” he corrects himself by clearing his throat “i’m sorry, I guess i’m not great with talking to people” 

“Hm” is all you can think of to say before picking up your cup and walking out “see you later Zabel” you call out to him.

“Yeah, uh, see ya!” he calls out, internally cussing himself out for not talking to you. It’s not like he wasn’t good at talking to people, he just wasn’t good at talking to people he found attractive. Especially you. You were nothing short of beautiful to him. Everything about you, not only did you have the most beautiful physical features but your voice, your laugh, your mind. Everything. Colin loved how beautifully smart you were, how you could easily make people feel comfortable around you, and how much love you stored for everything. He wanted not only to feel your skin against his but to be able to take you out and call you his. 

You sit back down at your desk, going through paperwork and just deciding to put the interaction with Colin out of your mind for now. You try to sort through files and look up towards the hallway. You see Colin looking at you for a moment through your doorway and then quickly looking away when you catch his gaze. You smirk to yourself and continue flipping through the files you have to do.

The next day you decided to dress up for work. You wore a tiny pencil skirt that was also appropriate enough for work, some black tights, and a button up blouse. You straightened your hair and took extra time with your makeup. All of this for Colin after you noticed he might feel a little bit more for you than you realized. 

As you walked into the building you chatted with a few coworkers and some even asked about your outfit to which you responded you just wanted to look nice because it was Friday. They all bought your response and went on to do whatever else they were doing before that. Colin, however, had not. He was seated down at his desk, just looking at you. You caught his gaze and walked into his office, shutting the door behind you. 

“Hey there Zabel” you said, seating yourself in the chair opposite of him at the desk. He got noticeably flustered and tried (unsuccessfully) to not stare down your shirt. 

“Hi L/N” he managed to get out, ignoring the near painful bulge growing in his pants. 

“So uh” you forced out, trying not to make this harder than it had to be “I was wondering if you maybe wanted to grab lunch together today?” his face noticeably lit up and he started nodding.

“I would like that quite a bit” he smiled your way and picked up a file. You took this as your cue to get up and start your own work for the day. You nodded towards him, straightening out your skirt and walking out of the office with a bit of a blush on your cheeks. Colin decided that day that he liked everything about you, your personality, your looks, and especially your boldness. 

During lunch you and Colin walked down to a nearby sandwich shop. You chatted the entire way there and back. And when you sat down in his office to eat, the conversation was still flowing. The annoying thing was you had to get back to work and unfortunately with how much time you had spent conversing this morning you were stuck at the office later than you would’ve liked. Everyone had already left and you were certain you were the last one there. Well that was until you heard a gentle knock on your door, startling you and tearing you away from your work. When you opened the door Colin was standing there.

“Hey Y/N I just wanted to thank you for lunch today, I had a really good time” he smiled and you swear you saw heaven right there when he did. 

“I had a really good time too, here you can come in if you’d like” you motion as he sits down in the chair on the other side of your desk while you sit in your usual desk chair. 

“I’d just like to tell you” he starts and cuts himself off, huffing out a quick breath of air as his cheeks go bright red “I wanna tell you that I really like you, and that’s why i’ve been so shy around you and why i’m so nervous all the time around you and I just thought you should know.” he nervously smiles and you stand up. Initially this scares him, he’s scared you’re going to tell him to get out and never talk to you again, or maybe you would tell your boss and he would be in huge trouble. But you bend down to meet his height in the chair and lean in dangerously close to his face. You cup his chin in your hand and look in his eyes, your foreheads resting against each others.

“I like you too, Colin,” you whisper before kissing him. The kiss is sweet and sensual and you can tell he hungers for more. He stands up and drags you to his office, shutting and locking the door. “Why’d you do that” you giggle against his lips as he picks you up.

“Didn’t wanna ruin your hard work” he says, biting your bottom lip. Initially you’re confused until he swipes all of his stuff off the desk and onto the floor. Setting you down and keeping his mouth still on yours. “Been wanting to do that for so long” he smiles against your lips and rubs his clothed dick into you, letting you feel how hard he really is. 

“Colin, please” you whine, bucking your own hips up. He obeys what you say and takes off your little skirt and unbuttons your blouse. He takes your right nipple in his mouth and sucks softly while toying with the left one, switching every so often. You tug at his golden hair and whine. “Need to feel you” you whimper and he smiles, taking off your tights, sure to leave runs in them. 

“I’ll buy you a new pair baby” is all he’s able to say before taking off his own work clothes. He grabs a condom from his briefcase and rolls it over his painfully hard length. All the while you had your fingers stuffed in yourself from the view alone.

“So prepared” you joke, rubbing your clit

“I was hoping this would happen” he chuckles, grabbing your wrist and taking your fingers out of your dripping cunt, guiding your wrist up to your mouth to suck on the taste of yourself. He slips one of his own fingers in and groans. “Fuck, you’re so tight” 

He takes his length and lines it up with your entrance, licking his finger and slipping into you with a groan. He stays there for a minute, just letting you both adjust. Once he starts moving it’s at a relentless pace. The pace he sets makes your eyes roll to the back of your head and makes you cry out. 

“Colin please” you beg, you don’t even know what you’re begging for anymore. Maybe it’s your release, maybe you just want him all the time like this which you wouldn’t be opposed to. He groans above you, muffling his noises by sucking hickies into the flesh around your tits. He sits up to admire his own work and watches as they bounce with each thrust. 

“Baby” he groans, the lewd sounds of skin slapping was all you could hear in this small office along with your shared moans. Colin lets out a string of small whimpers which make you crazy. He leaned down and sucked the skin below your ear. You would certainly have to take extra time getting ready tomorrow to hide all of these hickies he was leaving. “Baby, i’m gonna cum” 

“Me too” you admit as he doesn’t let up on his sheet gripping pace. You’re trying to grasp onto anything as the deep mahogany wood of the desk creates traction on your sweaty body, pulling at your skin and surely leaving a red spot at the very least. He finishes at the same time as you with a loud groan and collapses his face into your chest, just letting you rest for a moment after riding out both of your highs. 

“If you don’t mind I'd like to do this some other time” he chuckles, finally pulling out and putting the condom into the trash can. 

“I wouldn’t mind that” you joke, kissing him as you put your clothes back on and walk out of the office, finding his number scribbled onto a piece of paper in your office that you would surely text when you were home. 

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[marblemoonstones]

stiletto 👠

summary: bangtan may think they’re the mafia kings, but little do they know you are the rising queen. mafia!au I apologize if there are any minor holes or grammatical errors. feedback is welcome, but please be respectful. :)

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*any similarities to other fics are accidental*

bts x reader

mafia!au 

*warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, use of ‘bitch,’ ‘ass’, ‘shit’ (still don’t know if it counts as a warning lol), mentions of killing (nothing happens), tae and kook threatened by reader (nothing happens), shooting of guns (no injuries)*

sorry I haven’t posted in forever 🥲 I’ve been so busy, but I’m still working on catharsis 🩵 

this is just a silly little mafia one shot because I wanted to try something different. reader is a bad bitch bc I wanted her to beat bangtan in a fic for once ;) also pretty tame in terms of violence and such for a mafia fic. hope you enjoy!

word count: ~2.3k

Opening my eyes, I immediately sense that someone’s watching me. I pretend to not notice it, going about my daily morning routine. The cameras are subtle, but my eyes catch them quickly. These boys may be smart but I’m always one step ahead. I knew that they were going to watch/trail me the second I turned down their business proposal. 

~ Two days ago

“Stiletto, you have a business meeting with Bangtan today,” my assistant tells me. 

“Oh, it totally slipped my mind,” I say, knowing full well about the meeting. You have to act forgetful once in a while or else people assume that you know everything and don’t tell you anything. 

“It’s in an hour in your office.” I nod at the reminder, and wave her off. Venus is a hard-working girl and not a snitch, so I’ve kept her around as my assistant. She knows the consequences of betraying me.

An hour passes by quickly, dealing with my product shipping and whatnot. I’ve been involved for a good seven years; in both the technology industry and the mafia. My technology is top notch, and this led many mafia bosses to want to buy my products. I’m happy to oblige, as this makes me a pretty penny.

A sharp knock on my door makes me smirk. 

I call out, “Come in.” 

Seven men dressed in suits enter and shut the door behind them. 

Bangtan. 

“Hello Stiletto, it’s good to finally meet you,” Kim Namjoon says cordially.

“Likewise. Now, let’s get to it. I’m a busy woman, so if you please, give me your deal.” My face is blank, eyes steely, scrutinizing them as they do the same to me. 

(a/n, I didn’t go into specifics with the deal because I’m not good with that sort of thing, so sorry for being so vague :’)) 

I listen to their proposal, knowing from the first sentence that it’s not going to happen. At least, not with me. The deal has minor holes and could easily be executed with another company. My price is also not met. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt Mr. Kim, but this isn’t going to work. Have a good day,” I dismiss them, seeing the looks of anger flash in their eyes.

“What do you mean it won’t work, Stiletto?” Min Yoongi asks, barely concealing his anger.

“Are you deaf? I mean it won’t work. Find another company. Goodbye.” I’m about to call for security, but they keep pushing on. Well. Looks like they have some bark in them. But I have more important things to be doing than entertain some boys and I know I’ll see them again soon enough.

“You’ll regret this later,” Park Jimin says, and before he can say more I interrupt. 

“I know that I won’t. Goodbye.” And with that, I have security escort them out. Granted, they don’t put up much of a fight, but instead I see them clench their fists if only for a brief second. Good. They’re mad. I hope that they learned that I can be a bitch, exactly as everyone says. 

Hence the nickname Stiletto. Stilettos may be pretty looking but they’re also powerful. I bet you’ve never seen someone walk in stilettos and not look like a bad bitch. 

Ever since this nickname was given to me, I have worn a pair every day. Why not give the people what they want? 

I had to kill everyone who knew my actual name, so now only a select few remain who know my actual name; Y/n.

~ Present Day

Bangtan is so mad that they are trailing me to try to find weaknesses to make me bend to their deal. Their attempt is almost comical. Almost. I don’t have weaknesses. Growing up in an orphanage led me to learn and figure out things by myself. 

My black suit is waiting for me, and I slip on my signature stilettos. They have red soles, an exclusive one-of-a-kind shoe made especially for me. Little does the brand know that I made some alterations to the shoes. I made the tips be steel and each shoe has a small dagger hidden inside the stiletto. 

My black purse is waiting and I check my inbox as I make my way downstairs and into my garage where my chauffeur is waiting. 

The cameras inside the house have already been disabled, courtesy of Venus’s hacking skills. That girl is shaping up to me more and more like me everyday. I smile inside at the thought of toying with Bangtan. Some say they’re the most powerful mafia, even going as far to call them the ‘mafia kings’ but I know better than that. They may be more known in the industry, but my name is still influential and slowly climbing the ranks. I blame me being a woman for the reason why I’m not on top. Most of the mafia bosses think I’m just a pretty face who can’t be taken seriously. Someday I’ll destroy all their empires and watch them burn. (she says nonchalantly lol)

I get out of the car at my office and head inside. Venus greets me, showing me my schedule of the day. I thank her, the only person I ever do, and head off to my office. It’s a peaceful workday, considering that I haven’t had to hurt/kill anyone yet. 

It’s around 2:00pm when I get a notification on my phone saying that there are two unidentifiable figures that breached our building. I dismiss getting security to investigate as I know that it’s Bangtan. Perfect. They’re coming just as I knew they would. I know it’ll take them about a half an hour to reach my office so I wait eagerly. 

Half an hour later I’m sending an email when I can feel their eyes on me. Based on my research I can guess that it’s Jungkook and Taehyung in the vents. These two are the deadly duo and also the sneakiest. 

While Yoongi and Hoseok are the best at weaponry, Namjoon and Seokjin are the best fighters (with Seokjin doubling as a doctor), Jimin is a master manipulator, and Taehyung and Jungkook are the stealthiest. Jungkook is their ace though, good at everything. 

I internally feel giddy, but on the outside I pretend that I don’t notice them.

I let this go on for another half hour, knowing that they’re watching every move. So I send boring emails and don’t do any actually work. I already shut down their hacking and can’t wait to shut down their camera that’s been in my office all day. But that comes later in my plan. 

After hitting send on another email, I start typing up an rsvp and say, “Boys, it’s time to come down now. I know you’re up there, so be good and come out.” 

There aren’t any noises but I can tell that they didn’t expect this. 

Bangtan doesn’t expect me to know their every move. I have tabs on all of them at all times, and they don’t know I know all their tricks in the book. Including trailing business owners who don’t accept their deals.

Since they aren’t responding, I decide to have some fun and use their names. 

“Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook…the maknaes of Bangtan. Be good boys and come out, okay? We don’t want this getting out of hand,” I say sweetly, imagining their eyes widen at me calling them out by name. 

I count slowly in my head…three…two…one…

Bang! The vents come open and they drop down silently behind me. I turn around in my chair and see the two culprits. 

“Hello boys. Have a seat.” I say, leaving them no room for argument. They sit down and don’t speak. I know they’re searching for ways to escape, but I won’t let them. They’re not the only ones good at planning.

“Look, I’m not going to force you to talk about anything. But just know that you shouldn’t try to-“

Before I can finish Jungkook brings out a gun and fires it at me. I dodge it and pull out a gun of my own.

“Don’t even think about it buddy. I have dozens of weapons aimed at you that could fire at any moment, so sit your ass down.” This makes him slightly wary, and he lowers his gun. 

“Give me your weapons boys,” I demand next, knowing that I could still win against them in a heartbeat but don’t want to take that chance.

They get them out for me but I notice Jungkook forgot two and Taehyung forgot one.

“Jungkook, give me the dagger in your hair and behind your ear and Taehyung, give me your ankle dagger,” I sigh impatiently. 

They do as I say, surprised at my knowledge. 

“Perfect. Good boys, thank you,” I praise, knowing that this makes them uncomfortable. And it works. Jungkook looks down slightly while I see Taehyung swallow. 

I stalk over to the filing cabinet and pull out the camera recording all of this. I smirk slightly into it and place it down in front of the boys and I. 

“Hello Bangtan, thanks for sending your maknaes to me. We’ve been having a jolly good time,” I say into the camera, noticing Jungkook and Taehyung exchange glances.

“Anyways, better come get them before something happens to them…that would be horrible,” I say, my tone a hint darker than before. Then I crush and destroy the camera. 

I turn back to Jungkook and Taehyung.

“I’ll guess…thirty-four minutes until they come for you. In the meantime, do make yourselves comfortable. I have snacks and shit in the mini fridge if you’re feeling peckish. But don’t try anything!” I singsong, going back to my desk. 

They look at each other, confused at what’s going on. One second I’m threatening them the next I’m offering them food. I ignore their looks and continue typing and responding to emails.

Precisely thirty-four minutes later the rest of Bangtan comes bursting through my office door.

“Where are they?!” Namjoon booms, gun in hand.

“They are right there,” I say, pointing to the two boys who haven’t moved from their sitting positions.

I see Bangtan freeze, if only for a split second. I know that they’re shocked I didn’t harm them/tie them up somehow.

“Did you do anything to them? Because if you did, I swear to god Stiletto I’ll-“

“Calm down Hoseok, can’t you see they’re unharmed?” I state boredly, gesturing to the maknaes.

“It’s true Hobi,” Jin says, rushing over to inspect his babies. 

“Aw, such a happy reunion,” I say, then sharpen my tone. “Looks, you idiots need to learn that no means no. I don’t want your business deal, so stop trying. It’s not working.”

“You sure, Stiletto?” Jimin asks me, a calculating grin on his face, “Because it seems to me that you care a lot about our babies, not even harming them. What does that show?”

I roll my eyes. “Jimin, quit it. Your tactics don’t work on me.” 

“Ooh, feisty. I like you, Stiletto,” Jimin says, sidling up to me and putting his arm around my shoulder.

Quick as a wink I take his arm off my shoulder and twist him so we’re now face-to-face. 

“Isn’t it obvious? I like you too Jimin,” I say, staring deep into his eyes. Oh how I love toying with them.

He falters for a millisecond then regains his composure and licks his lips.

“Great, so let’s make a deal-“

“You silly boy,” I push him away much to his dismay, “I already told you, no means no. Now, get out of here before I shoot you all.” I’ve had my fun and it’s time for them to go.

“Look, Stiletto, we don’t mean to cause issues with-“

“Trailing me? Putting cameras up in my own home and office? Attempting to hack my technology? Sending your babies to spy on me? It seems that you have caused issues. While I like to mess with you, I’m done playing.” I’m dead serious as I look them each in the eye.

“Get out of my sight and don’t bother trying to contact me again. I’m done with Bangtan. Oh, and keep in mind that I know more than you think,” I warn.

“Like what?” Namjoon scoffs, not believing me.

“I know that you and the rest of the boys have feelings for each other,” I say casually, noticing their looks of shock, “What, you don’t think I noticed? It’s pretty obvious to me and honestly you’re all perfect for each other anyway.” 

“But…no one knows that…” Jin stammers, showing the first sign of weakness since their arrival.

“Look, I’m not a snitch when it comes to that topic, so I won’t tell anyone, but you best believe I know so much more,” I say, watching them all breathe a small sigh of relief.

“Okay, point made Stiletto. We’ll leave you alone.” Namjoon caves, nodding to the rest of the boys.

“Great, now get out.” I point to the door and they all file out.

Ever since my spy in Bangtan told me that they were planning on meeting with me, I planned on the outcome. 

I knew their deals were usually good at hiding the holes, so I took the liberty of finding out what deal they were going to offer to me. It wasn’t bad from the outside but I knew that in the end it would benefit them more than me. 

I knew they wouldn’t accept my ‘no’ so I planned on them following me. Taehyung and Jungkook coming wasn’t a surprise in the least and I knew that revealing their biggest secret would make them leave me alone. 

I now hold power over the ‘mafia kings.’ 

That makes me be able to control all the groups in my area. 

Perfect. 

Now I can grow my empire and slowly but surely take over and show everyone who their mafia ruler really is.

The mafia queen, Y/n.

sorry for kinda rushing through this. it’s not perfect but I just love the scenario! anyways, as always, thanks for reading! 🩷🫶🏼

#bts #bts ot7 #bts ot7 x reader #ot7 bts #btsot7 #mafia!au #bts mafia au #bts mafia fic #bts mafia imagine #badass reader #marblemoonstones

[darkbluekies]

Jerry asks #1

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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3 Warnings: yandere

Ok I must know how would jerry react if her s/o got a cat name tom so when the day comes her s/o just goes tom, jerry get over here

She'd want to smack you in the back of the neck. She has had enough of your 'funny pranks'.

"You think you're really funny, don't you?" she'd mutter with her arms crossed. "Such a clever litte thing, aren't you? Rename the cat or get rid of it. As long as you look at me as a joke, baby, I will treat you like one. Deal?"

If you laughed, you'd get the sternest gaze right back at you.

just read cat & mouse and wow I’m officially a Jerry simp

Good, me too >:)

In the Silas V Jerry debate it's Jerry 1000000% I love a hot murderous woman! Will we see more of her?

Hahahah same, jerry is the best<3333 there will 100% be more with Jerry!!

I wonder… what would happen if Jerry ever became the boss? Is Silas her boss or are they from two different mafias?

The only reason why Jerry isn't the boss is because if she was, she'd have so much more work to do. She's lazy and wants to drink. But if she was the boss, she'd get her gang in so much trouble because she's not having a consequense thinking. She'll do what she wants and deal with the trouble later.

I haven't specified if Silas is her boss, that's up for you to interpret ;)

I love Jerry so much! I was actually scrolling through some reels on YouTube and come across a "Sigma Girl" reel by CRAZY GREAPA that for some reason reminded me so much of how I imagine Jerry in my head when I read your writing. Specifically this one: https://youtu.be/C-G_pHgQE3g I thought I'd share it with you just cause lol

omg yes i've seen her!!! i really like her lmao. She's a bit to the image I see her as too!!

Okay so we see jerry with the talkative and affectionate reader but what about everyone else? Like how would they react when reader goes from super affectionate to absolutely 0% snuggle

She'll be confused about your sudden change, but will try to give you what you need. If you suddenly want her gone, she'll move away but don't you worry, she will be back soon. She hasn't had enough and if you think that you can control Jerry then you're wrong.

"I left you alone for ten minutes. Ten minutes are a lot of time. Open your arms now so I can hug you, i'm not asking."

Sorry to bother but in the ask where reader becomes quiet and unaffectionate you mentioned jerry being wrong, do you mean as in she knows she was wrong to treat reader in that way?

asks it's referring to

Yes, she feels bad about it, but won't admit it. She'll try to shift the blame to you, saying that "You shouldn't have annoyed me" and "it's not my fault I snapped" but deep inside she knows she shouldn't ever shout at you. She loves to hear you talk about everything and nothing at the same time. She has too much of an ego to apologize.

I need more jerry content 😭😭Imagine when jerry kidnaps her s/o the s/o decided to be smart and play along with her for a couple of years. The trust is built and yada yada yada. And then one day jerry comes home and see that s/o is gone. At first she wouldn’t think anything of it bc she has trust in them but then realizes (pretty quickly) that they aren’t coming back…Also, Jerry s/o and Silas s/o play dates?

Poor Jerry. She doesn't get stressed-stressed often, but when she realises that you're actually gone, she'll be scared. But don't worry, she won't waste time, she'll go out look for you.

and yes, playdates for days.

I want jerry to suffocate me😁😁

same :,)

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere mafia #yandere oc x you #female yandere #yandere scenarios

[redcracklestan]

Carulia ship analysis pt.1

Ok i decided that I’m gonna do an analysis of every ship (maybe more parts for each one) that are in the show, idk if anyone is actually gonna read it but anyway.

I decided to start with carulia because i have a LOT to say about this ship.

First of all I don’t like it.

I think that carulia is the kind of ship that, yes, is cute but is not gonna work at all. They have no chemistry, literally 0, they are very different, they would not complement each other well, and they have no “ship moments”

I’m gonna talk about each one of these points in order, maybe each one in different parts.

They have no chemistry

I think that it’s kind of oblivious that Julia may have a little crush on Carmen, but that’s all. Carmen sees Julia just as a good friend , or at least it is what i got from their scenes together.

They literally have nothing in common except that they both like history very much, but this is not enough to build a relationship off of that.

But to better understand what I’m talking about I’m gonna mention every episode that they are in togheter.

Becoming carmen sandiego pt.1-2

The first episode where both Carmen and Julia make the first appearance is in the very first episode, Becoming Carmen Sanediego pt.1 but they don’t interact, the only thing we can say about this episode is the fact that Julia is starting to think since the start that Carmen is actually a good thief that just steals from other thief, taking her parts since the start, but i don’t really see any romantic thing in that, just an opinion coming from a smart girl. In becoming carmen sandiego pt.2 it’s the same.

The chasing paper caper

Fast forward to this episode because here is when their relationship start to get interesting.

In this episode, we see carmen going after paper star that stole the Magna Carta. In order to do that, she has to follow paper star on a train and to follow her, but from a distance, because otherwise she would probably die. While she was following paper star on the train, she bumped into Julia, who was sitted on a dining table, probably waiting for devineaux. Carmen sits down on devineaux seat, and she talks to Julia ONLY TO KEEP AN EYE ON PAPER STAR. And then this scene happens.

SHE WAS WATCHING ON THE SIDE TO SEE WHO HER PARTNER WAS BUT NOT BC SHE WAS JEALOUS, BACAUSE THEY JUST MET. How can someone you just met be jealous of you??? Literally all forced, 0 chemistry.

The fashionista caper

In this episode carmen is in Milan (which i loved since i live here) and is trying to stop VILE from stealing the Medici’s dresses, and ACME is trying to stop carmen from stealing them too.

Here we have that scene where Julia tries to stop her before she can go on the catwalk in a very weak way if you ask me (Julia has a soft spot/crush on carmen it’s so clear)

And people are so brave to say that Carmen was checking her out romantically in the middle of a damn caper. See? All forced literally no chemistry. And in the same episode

Here, people say that she was protecting her because she loved her, WHAT. Maybe it is just that carmen is very empathetic, and she doesn’t want anyone to be killed? Maybe? Mhhh, idk this seems like a fair point to me. She would have done this for anybody. Everything here is so forced. Carmen clearly doesn’t reciprocate her crush.

The day of the dead caper

In this episode the only “carulia” scene is when Julia quits her ACME job to follow her other dream: teaching history. And she says that thing to chief

This could be interpreted in 2 ways: 1. Her heart is out of the game because she is going against her ideologies and morals for ACME 2. Her heart is out of the game because of carmen and honestly, like I said before i think that it is both because she has a little crush on carmen, even thought carmen doesn’t reciprocated at all.

The haunted bayou caper

Even here, the only “carulia” scene i can think about is the one where the following conversation happens: (i could not find any gif)

Carmen: devineaux, where is jules today?

Devineaux: that’s classified, but ms.argent is doing other things

Carmen: shame, she’s probably a better driver. And those are such nice cars.

Ok, how can this show any kind of romantic interest? How? She just likes to tease people, and Julia and Carmen are friends. They help each other, but nothing more. Again, forced and no chemistry.

The Egyptian decryption caper

In this episode carmen ask Julia for help to decrypt some old artefacts because she is the only one that can possibly help her, she goes to one of her lessons and she wait, just like devineaux did except she acted in two different ways

Ok, I'm gonna say that again one more time, she may have a small crush on her, but she was mostly surprised, and you can’t deny that. And even if it wasn’t, a small crush not reciprocated is not enough to base a relationship off of that. Another scene

Carmen is just curious about her meeting up with devineaux after everything that has happened, and I’d be curious too tbh. While Julia is just answering a question. Again, all forced, there is nothing romantic in that interaction. Going further on that episode, she is curious why devineaux is answering her private phone, NOT JEALOUS. But anyway, after she convinces Chase to go and save Julia with her, she ends up here

she would say goodbye to her plan to save her, like she did and would do for literally anybody, nobody esclused (like she did for zack and Ivy even though she had just met them) Again I see no romantic interest in that.

The dark red caper

Here there is also only one “carulia” scene and it is that

how can a fight scene be considered a romantic thing? how? again, all forced.

The interactive game, to steal or not to steal

Where carmen dances and Julia looks at her like that

again, this confirms my theory that Julia may have a small crush on Carmen, but she doesn't reciprocate. You can see that by the look in her eyes.

[edit] My stupid ass forgot to mention (thank you @emily-prentits for correcting me) that this was actually all in Carmen's mind, but I think this only proves my point more. because look at how Carmen looks at Julia and how Julia looks at carmen. You can see that even in her imagination, Julia has a crush on her, and i interpreted it as if Carmen noticed that (so it shows in her imagination), but Carmen again doesn't reciprocate, so she looks at her in a "normal" way

I want to specify that you can ship whatever you want this is just an analysis that I made, this is all for today, sorry if i made any grammatical errors but English is not my first language.

I will continue this analysis in the other parts idk when but i hope soon, bye!

#carmen sandeigo 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #carmen sandiego #julia argent #ship analysis

[lordystrange]

I think when it comes to the Noah situation, there are a lot of things to take into consideration that people just haven’t done. I definitely believe when he made that post originally he could’ve been acting out on emotion. And I do believe Noah’s words from his Instagram post has been misconstrued, bc people have the tendency to take sentences like “I like pancakes” and interpret it as “So you hate waffles?”, but I also think some of his actions have been hurtful and conflicting as well.

I’m glad Noah talked about the topic, I just wish he took more time to make a better thought-out/worded response. So yeah, I think the video could’ve been better but one thing that is also true is that people who want to be mad at him would continue to be mad no matter how well-worded and thought-out the response was.

I hate this whole concept that once you mess up, you cannot be redeemed. He is 19, yes, he should know better when I comes to certain things, but at the end of the day he is still young and has many things to learn. People really love to scream that they “never ___ when they were 19” and they themselves don't realize how immature of a response that is. Ppl just do not give grace at all anymore.

A lot of people have spread misinformation and fallen for propaganda themselves, but want to get mad at Noah for doing the same thing. No one is immune to propaganda but it's also important to admit you fell for it and fucked up instead of being like “oh well, oops” the way I've seen a lot ppl on here do. That's why researching things is important. Now Noah comes from a family of zionists so the fact that he is talking with other people about the conflict is progress imo

I don't support what Israel is doing/the killing of Palestinians and I acknowledge the word zionism means different things to different ppl, but the ppl who are trying to re-define the word completely and say it is the new “nazism” are being racist and don't realize how gross of a thing that is to say. And for ppl saying that Noah is “evil” only to turn around and say horrible things to him in the name of “activism” quite simply do not understand real activism at all.

Could this be PR? Imo… maybe. But I always try to give the benefit of a doubt and honestly, if this was a PR response they should have hopped on it a lot sooner and helped Noah write a better response bc there are certain things that weren't talked about in the video.

You said it well.

Taylor Swift once said ”How can a person know everything at 18 and nothing at 22?” I think that’s fitting here.

Me at 19 and me now both think we were/are a good person. But me at 19 thought that I was a good person because I’m so smart to not be wrong. Me now knows that I am a good person because I’m smart enough to know that I have been and I’m going to be wrong about things but I’m also smart enough to learn from them.

Also I don’t think people realize how much control PR has over celebrities. I think Noah wanted to be less vague but in order to keep his job, he can’t criticize Israel in any way.

Thank you for the ask!

#noah schnapp

[lizthewriter]

💖  for harry potter universe please? if you have the time? (also i adore your writing!)

my name is emma, i’m bi and i’m an extrovert (entp according to myers briggs). my hobbies are reading, playing soccer and writing poetry. i’m also a very bad artist and enjoy pottery for fun (and not for the end result which is always a mess lol). another hobby of mine, if it counts as a hobby, is debating with people about almost anything. i just love a good debate and love going back and forth on a topic for hours.

in my friendships i am down for anything and will do anything for my friends. even though i’m typically the one getting us into trouble because i truly will try anything once and tend to act without thinking it through fully. i’m also just a huge talker and can talk my way into and out of anything. but if a friend needs me i will drop everything to be there for them. i missed a final exam once to fly to see one of my friends when her boyfriend dumped her. and i would do it again lol. much to the chagrin of my parents.

other details…. my style is fairly feminine with lots of skirts and silk dresses and ballet flats. my dream city to live in is marseille and my dream profession is to be a writer and somehow make money with poetry and novels. i’m studying philosophy and french at school. i barely sleep because i wake up every morning at 6 and can’t fall asleep until late in the night. i love cooking new recipes and baking for friends.

my love language to others is giving them gifts. my love language to receive is quality time. i can be pretty guarded romantically and use humor as a coping mechanism and it can take a long time to actually know me. i’m slow to trust and i’ve never had a long relationship bc i always end up breaking up with them around the three month mark. i just get kind of scared of commitment and love. (even though i do want those things.)

also according to all the tests and quizzes i am either a slytherin or a ravenclaw. i can never decide which fits best. though i do have intense ambition and tend to be an all or nothing type of person. like while i do get great grades and have never failed a class, i am so bad at actually studying and i tend to procrastinate until the last minute and still get an a. so i’m not quite studious but i am smart. and a little conceited sometimes which definitely doesn’t ever help me.

i hope this is enough? or not too much? i tend to be too much so sorry if this is.

hey emma! gosh, i . . . . the way i read this and immediately thought to myself, wow this girl is so much like me 💀 especially with the apologizing for being too much at the end 😭😭 before i start, unprecedented rant: please don't ever apologize for being too much. one, you gave me the perfect amount of detail about you, absolutely what i was looking for! two, never let anyone make you feel bad for "being too much" or "talking too much," there is no such thing, only people who are boring and have no personality don't like talkers 🙄 you seem like a really nice person <33 DON'T LET THE HATERS GET YOU DOWN!!

anyways, moving on 🙃 honestly, i can see you with either theodore nott or pansy parkinson, but mostly theo. in any case, you're definitely in a enemies-to-lovers or friends-to-lovers scenario.

with theo, you guys start out as great friends who tend to have a lot of witty banter amongst each other. most likely you met through some sort of study group or through mutual friends and began to bond that way. theo would for sure be the first to fall for you - he loves a girl who can rebuttal his arguments and debate with him without just giving up when they don't win the argument. he appreciates your wit and ambition, as well as your soft side. he probably first fell in love with you when you dropped everything to be there for him on a bad day, and subsequently, he later admired his feelings for you in a similar situation.

theo's not good with his emotions in any way, shape, or form - so he never admits when he's feeling down. procrastinating your upcoming exam, you decide to go hang out with theo in his dorm. but you find the dorm empty at first, with no one in sight. you call our for theo's name, and search all around the dorm before turning towards the bathroom. the door was closed, but it was obviously occupied because of the shadow and light coming out of it. you knocked on the door. "theo, are you in there?" you hear a small "no" in response, followed by a sniffle. "i can't come in cause i don't know if you're... indecent or whatever. please, let me in?" there's a silence after that, one that concerns you a worrying amount, but soon you hear him and get off the floor and open the door. you expect him to let you in, but as soon as your in his sights, he throws his arms around your neck. he's an abysmal mess, his hair tusseled (more than usual), his eyes red and puffy. you can feel the shoulder of your shirt become stained with your tears. at first, it's the shock that causes you to sit in there before wrapping your arms around him and rubbing his shoulders comfortingly. "what's wrong?" at his silence, you tell him to take his time and lead him over to the bed, sitting him down and hugging his side. you sit there for a long time before he explains to you that today was the day his mother died. you never knew he didn't have a mother, let alone that she was dead. "god i'm so sorry, really theo . . . i didn't know." so the two of you sit there for a good long while, his face buried in the crook of your neck while you rub his shoulders, not caring for the burning pain growing in your fingers. theo needs you right now. and in the end, after who knows how long, he sits up and looks at you. his expression is so odd, you don't know what to think - it honestly makes you nervous trying to understand what he's thinking about. he abruptly blurts out, "will you go out with me." it was more a statement then anything and so unexpected you started to laugh. there he was, his face red and hair messy, staring at you completely serious, awaiting your response . . . "all right."

(i hoped you liked this, i'm sorry if it was terrible 😭😭)

#— [ glizzy posts ☆ ] #theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #my writing #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my fic #writing #fanfic #harry potter #slytherin boys

[padfootastic]

DARLING PT2. DARLING PT2 DARLING PT2 !!!!!!!!!!!

(I haven't read this yet so you're getting a live reaction in the ask box, sorry in advance for long ramblings)

1. the mental image of sirius brooding quietly and james just nudging him with tea and blanket is just something else. like aggressive comfort, love it <3

2. "He’d just never considered that he might be the one left behind." uy yeah this one hurts so thanks for the hurt I guess. like people go on and on about how reg was hurting when sirius left but sirius left because there was nothing attaching him to grimmauld place. his first separation was -unintentional (being sorted into gryffindor) while reg pulling was intentional be it because Warburga forcing his hand or whatever. I clearly don't know how siblings work. sirius just realised his self worth by sixth year and was like why the fuck am I here when the only thing that's attaching me to thsi place is a filmsy lil thread. jamie here I come

3. sirius baby you're smart to learn that nothing stops james potter from his mother henning ways. also you doofus you need comfort so when it's being given bask in it you idiot. it's not like james is gonna be here forever

4. Sirius everything is made better with chaim everything. esp hot masala chai learn this lesson for life darling (see what did there- also I might have slept like 10 hours in the past two days so this ask is a result of that!)

5. yup just james pressing his lips onto sirius cheeks. excuse me whole I die of overload of cuteness and coffee

6. The way it immediately made him feel better, however, was unchanged. I think I did a human embodiment of !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! just james and sirius man.

maybe we don't a pt3 if James dies in it . actually give it to me I live for pain

also this is definitely not ash, if you see this ask ot was written by a robot, preferably rajnikanth one that will also help me pass my exams . but yeah I am definitely not procrastinating for sure.

me @ u whenever u leave me the most wonderful review. the most potent serotonin boost.

and yes!!! aggressive comfort is the name of the game. james might not be able to change things, but he will carve a niche so u can fit in the world. does that make sense? i feel like that doesn’t make sense. you’re not the only one who’s sleep deprived.

i’m so glad u picked up on that bc i genuinely think the hurt went both ways b/w the black brothers (yet we only focus on one side) and younger siblings also have the power to hurt, intentionally or otherwise, and i think there’s a lot going on there that i’m gonna bite back on bc. i’ve ranted enough lol.

i think pt 3 would definitely be like, james casually referring to sirius as darling and tripping the shit out of people lol just something fun about outsider pov ykno?

(ok also the rajnikanth robot is absolutely gonna backfire on u because remember that tv scene where the dude just,,,dismantles the whole thing? (actually. why do i remember that scene??? wtf brain??)

#sirius black #james potter #i think sirius deserves all the kisses in the world #and everywhere. not just the…facial…cheeks. *coughs* #he will get it too #and chai as comfort!!! here comes the projection!!! #there’s definitely gonna be some pain somewhere? not sure where? we’ll figure it out together lol #thank u for this absolutely precious ask my entire day is made #ppb #pen’s asks

[vengergreentag]

Comedy: Bible *New (2)

By VeNgeR GrEenTag "The very first sentence of Genesis and therefore the Bible states: “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.” (Genesis 1:1 NIV That’s it! Doesn’t tell us how he made it; what building materials were used; if any of the work was outsourced to India; or from where he sourced the materials. The Bible’s explanation of the creation of the universe is paramount to the smart-ass kid in the classroom telling you, “It just is and you wouldn’t understand it even if I told you anyway!” Imagine how confusing the creation of the universe by the Hebrew God 6,000 years ago must have been to the Sumerians as they watched on from their huts drinking beer, and using glue. Wait. What? The next time someone says there is still a debate between our modern cosmological understanding of the universe versus the..." - C.J. Werlam "The remainder of the opening sentence of Genesis continues: “Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.” (Genesis 1:2 NIV) So, the question becomes what was God doing with himself leading up to that time? Sitting idle in the formless empty darkness? How long was he sitting on his ass flicking between channels waiting forsomething interesting to watch? Did he..." - C.J. Warlem "...this extraordinarily lengthy hiatus. Evidently, he was indeed content with floating around in the dark until, all of a sudden, he says to himself, “Fuck it, I want to create a planet, a heaven, some people and sit back and watch them destroy each other in my honor because Monday Night Football is still 6,000 years away." - C.J. Werleman "I find it excessively humorous that God made light out of nothing, on the second day, which means he made the heavens and the earth in the dark! Now, if creating everything we know out of nothing wasn’t a challenge enough, he did it in complete darkness. Pretty impressive, isn’t it? I can’t even write my own name in the dark, let alone create a fucking great big shark. God Messes Up The Order Irrefutably, the total balls up of the Genesis order of events is the smoking gun for demonstrating that God is the figure of 2000 BC man’s imagination, but in keeping" - C.J. Werleman "God created light and darkness on day one and the sun and the planets didn’t appear until day four, according to the scripture. So where did the light come from? No sun, no light. Oops! On day three he creates all the earth’s vegetation, the plants and the trees, but we now know God didn’t create the sun until the following day, so how can there be plant life without photosynthesis? Oops! Now we run into our very first contradiction, and we are only on page one of the Bible mind you, as God says that on day five he created the birds and animals from nothing more than the water from the oceans, but then in the very next chapter, as he is doing a summary of these heady seven days, it is written: “Now the Lord God had formed out of the ground all the beasts of the land and all the birds of the air.” (Genesis 2:19 NIV)" - C.J. Werleman "Moving onto the sixth day of his celestial architectural program, God decides to create a human being: “So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him.” (Genesis 1:27 NIV) Think about this for a moment: made in his own image? If we are truly made in his own image then why aren’t we invisible? But clearly I can see you and you can see me, so I think this is another fallacy straight off the bat. And if we do look like him, which of us does he most resemble? Is he Asian? Is he black?" - C.J. Werlman "Is he an NRA card-carrying member of the Texas branch of the Young Republicans? Or is he somewhat Tokyo metro-sexual in appearance? Does he stand naked in front of the mirror and wish he gave himself an extra inch or two, not that I do that, I’m just saying, ok! And what if he were anything like Bill O’Reilly? Because if he is anything like the white angry men on FOX News then I will violate all of the 10 Commandments right now, grab a gun, shoot myself, assuring myself a place in the sulphur fires of Hell. Ahh, peace at last! Ok, let’s imagine that God is more like Morgan Freeman’s portrayal in God Almighty, and imagine for a moment that, bam! man is made out of thin air in God’s own image. Right? Wrong! Well, wrong according to the next contradiction, which follows alongside the birds foul up: “The Lord God formed the man from the dust on the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life and the man became a living being.” (Genesis 2:7 NIV) So, which one is it? Air or dust? Admittedly, I am easily confused but now I am fully flummoxed. We have only travelled a page or two into the Bible and, already, God is contradicting himself. You would think his preamble would be the easy part! Once God has to remember names and locations after receiving all those prayer-mails and knee-mails, it’s bound to get more difficult. At the start of the second chapter, where it is said that God made man before all the plants and trees, we are in led into confusion again..." - C.J. Werleman "Lewis adds further to his take, as a Jew, on the Genesis claim for the creation of the earth, in his typical acidic style: “Jews know that earth was not created in seven days, because as Jews we know what we are good at. And what we are really good at is – bullshit! This is a wonderful story told to the Jewish people in the desert to distract them from the fact that they did not have air-conditioning. I would love to have the faith to believe it took place in seven days BUT I have thoughts and that can really fuck up the faith thing..." - C.J. Werleman "Final thoughts on this, where would Noah have kept the woodpeckers and the termites? With all these millions of animals, reptiles and insects on board this boat for months how big was the poo-room? Ha, poop..." - C.J. Werleman "the Canaan Desert. The Bible reconciles this in a manner that is arguably the most ridiculous of all. The Bible has it written that the entire world, post-flood, spoke a single language. The world’s inhabitants gathered together on a flood plain in the land of Shinar, presumably somewhere in what we know to be Israel today. All citizens of the world united to build a new city, with what would be an iconic tower, being so magnificent that its pinnacle would seem to touch the heavens. Working together in solidarity and with a common purpose, the ‘world’ built this impressive tower made of brick and mortar, and indeed, according to Bible lore, it reached into Heaven. Was God happy with this engineering feat of human endeavour? Was he happy that man had united after the virtual elimination of his species as a result of God’s flood? The answer is no, he wasn’t. In fact, God was furious that man would do such a thing without it being, specifically,..." - C.J. Werleman "What’s further interesting about this story is that Abraham lied and deceived a Pharaoh with God’s endorsement. What kind of moral teaching is this? I think all believers should find it somewhat unsettling that the human father of the Judaeo-Christian faith was a blatant liar. The Church of Latter Day Saints, the Mormon faith, was likewise founded by a convicted fraudster in Joseph Smith, but at least the Mormons got magic underwear for following him..." - C.J. Werleman "God says to Abraham: “Every male among you shall be circumcised. You are to undergo circumcision and it will be a sign of the covenant between me and you.” (Genesis 17:10 NIV) Thus, if you are male and reading this book, chances are you too have no foreskin, which according to some scientific claims contains 75% of the erogenous nerves of the penis. You can point to this passage in the Bible to explain the reason why your uncircumcised friends are experiencing 300% more pleasure during sex. I have to say, however, that I personally bear no grudge against God for this covenant, being circumcised myself, because if I were to enjoy sex any more than I currently do then I would never get anything accomplished. It would be a case of ‘goodbye, outside world..." - C.J. Werleman

[patrickbatemanskiller]

16.05.22

Today was a quite day. I didn’t have done so many stuff. I have started a new project with my ambitions and my habilites.. well.. my only good skill, draw and paint. I started to paint in some clothes that I have brought last saturday. I’ve solve my math problems and right now I’m scrolling through tumblr and Pinterest. I’m tired of listen the same shitty podcast, nothing new, nothing that I didn’t haven’t thought in the last 2 years to be exactly. Take a 100 trips around the ideas world ends up in just having a lot of boring perspectives; nothing is exactly real and nothing is actually new anymore. Everything ends up look like a waste of everything, but im trying my best in every way that I can. Im trying my best, that is enough.

Today I have an appointment with my therapist, she ask me what is something so unique or particular of my emotional problems? what is that thing that I’m hiding all the time? Why I apart my self from my own emotions? I honestly think that was rude, she didn’t realize how rude it was actually. I hate seeing my self like a petit stupid piece of emotional extravagant shit that can’t take her life and her shit together because she felt so misunderstood. Because I’m not feeling like that anymore. Most of people see me as that, “because you are infp!” “Because you are Aquarius!” and the uncountable many shits like that start to coming out of thousands of idiots… sometimes the idiots are my family.. that is sad, I can’t blame them, the stupidity is a human fact, as the same I am right now doing tumblr posts as a 14 y/o, exactly the same way as I was in 2016.. anyways.

I don’t feel misunderstood, I feel fine with myself, I don’t need someone to understand me, because no one never could really understand anyone, we just pretend, and that’s okay, but don’t ask to people to grow up as you have forced it because social construct and the same shitty argument that is uncomfortably correct.

I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, but I don’t feel sad, I don’t feel like I wanna die, because I don’t. Im happy I guess..

today came a aliexpress delivery that I didn’t believe it actually arrive to my country, most bc in here it always have more restrictions that freedom for e-commerce. My bad, was too long the time that I have waited but it finally came.

I’m happy, and that’s is something that I have lost for many years. I feel safe, and that’s is something that im proud. Maybe im not intelligent, im not smart or anything, but I feel comfortable in my own integrity, no matter how stupid the things could get, I feel safe with my kitty and my plushie, I feel great, I hope this feeling could stay more, i would protect this no matter what

Good night

[deuxac]

05/09/22 - monday, 7:56pm

listening to: les - childish gambino

cw: drugs, pet death, s/h (ng) below ‘keep reading’

!: minors dni

somehow i can’t seem to remember much of anything anymore. if i want to keep important dates saved i have to put them in my calendar, like anniversaries and paydays and birthdays and stuff, which i feel is normal anywayz since we’re all prone to forget, but it’s like... if i don’t write what happened in that very moment that it’s happening, i’m not gonna remember the event, yk? which is probably why i post so much on my spam abt how my day’s been and what i did and the like. even though most of it is incomprehensible, i can still understand what im trying to say, like it triggers the memory back in my brain again even if nothing is being recalled. it’s more like i remember writing about the event more than i remember the event itself, ykwim? it’s kinda inconvenient though bc i have the tendency to leave out the bad parts of the memory bc i do write these posts in a public space (regardless of how many people actually find this), so we have a mishmash of... whatever

i don’t remember much of what i did yesterday, since it was sunday and sundays i usually spend doing nothing but waiting for the next day to start so i can pass the time doing something. i don’t really have much motivation to finish school at this point, and my brain has such a hard time processing information that i doubt going back to school will accomplish anything other than making me feel bad for not being a straight-A student anymore. i tell people like it’s a party trick, “i used to be smart! i was set to go to an ivy league school :)”, which is partly true - if i didn’t fall into drugs in my junior and senior year, i could’ve very easily gone to any ivy league school i wanted to (altho knowing my mom she wouldn’t have let me gone any further than uic, considering how close it is to where we currently live).

growing up i used to be the kind of kid who just... got it. without any effort. i took those little standardized tests and finished in half an hour; my teachers would tell me to stop going so fast and to take my time, but i couldn’t stand to sit still enough to really take those tests seriously and i ended up in the highest... fucking, percentage anyway that they let me get away with it. considering that i was also the only mexican kid in a class full of white people, as well as in the “gifted” class, i would say that i did pretty well for myself up until my junior year of high school. 

everything has always been kind of lonely, i think. i was popular enough, and always had huge groups of friends, but i was never really allowed to go outside to see them outside of school; i never went on play dates, unless they were cousins, never had sleepovers outside of falling asleep at parties my parents were invited to, wasn’t allowed to go out in the courtyards of the apartment complexes we were always bouncing from to play with the other kids in the neighborhood. i really only had myself to keep me company. so being isolated through all my formative years really fucked with my head. im so emotionally stunted that i can’t... form meaningful connections with others, or not ones that last very long. i form unhealthy attachments to people bc i think that i still am not used to not being alone that whenever i do find someone who likes me enough to sit alone with me, i either a) get scared of getting too accustomed to having company, and self sabotage; or b) i do get accustomed to having company, get scared of being abandoned, and self sabotage. and it’s not like i do it purposefully, its just... it’s difficult for me to be with someone like that, romantically or otherwise. does that make sense?

ANYWAYZ i don’t remember doing much on sunday; sundays are always my least favorite days of the week, along with mondays, and saturday mornings, and night time. i rely on my favorite person so much, and it’s gotten somewhat better, but i only ever really feel okay whenever i have their full, undivided attention. i’ve told them they were ONE OF my favorite people in the world, which is true, but i don’t know if they know that i meant it in the bpd way, like “no, you are my FP, and i rely on you to feel okay” which - by the way, isn’t that so???? fucked up???? in a way??? in know it’s sort of uncontrollable, in the sense that we can’t really,,,, we can’t really stop from feeling this way? we can choose who our FP is, but to an extent it is involuntary.... right? idk i don’t speak to a therapist

BACK to the my main point, the reason i don’t like certain days or times of the week and day is bc that’s when they’re the busiest, or when we’re the most out of sync, since they do live across the country and although our timezones are only an hour off, and our work-school schedule is roughly around the same time, they have other responsibilities and obligations and friends and things going on outside of me and... and i don’t really have much going on these days, to be honest. work is always the same; too short and too exhausting, and i don’t have any classes to keep me busy; all of my friends are in school studying out of state, or our schedules don’t align enough for us to talk or hang out regularly; i stopped going on dates out of boredom so i can’t fucking see anyone either that way,,, and im not really in a specific fandom or community or club or whatever to do other stuff. 

i once again end up isolating from the whole world.

my guinea pig died in the early hours, alone, in her cage, after living a very long, nine years of quiet solitude. she didn’t have a cagemate, mostly because when we adopted her we didn’t know that guinea pigs were social animals and needed constant company, but we always greeted her daily, fed her and played with her and took her outside when the weather was warm or let her play in the apartment with our two other cats.

and i loved her, for how little she did and for how little i actually saw of her; she wasn’t actually my pet, she was my younger sister and brother’s more than mine, but i saw her every day when i was still in school, and i played with her and fed her and changed her water and bedding and bought her hay and food pellets and carrots and fruit. and i did end up crying sporadically throughout the day after i found out she died - im still crying right now thinking about her, to be honest. she’s lived with us for so long, and she was always a constant in our lives; if nothing was ever the same, we knew that she would always be the same: fat, squeaky, talkative, cute, old as hell. she arrived in my life, specifically, after i was discharged from a behavioral hospital for self harming, and we named her after a girl i met very briefly, whom i never formed a particularly close connection to, but her name came up when we were deciding on what to name the guinea pig and i thought it was such a cool name.

and we loved her, so much. she became a part of our unit. all throughout middle school, high school, my first two years at college she was there. and i never thought to take a single photograph of her. 

there was nothing remarkable about her, and she died, and that’s that. at least she got to see the weather finally get warm again before she left. and i hope that she knew that she was loved. even if she would be too stupid to understand our feelings for her.

now im left with a sudden emptiness. and it’s not really that unbearable, compared to how i’ve felt before, but it hurts enough to make me cry without prompting. 

secretly i hope someone will one day feel the same way about me, but there’s a difference between an unremarkable guinea pig and an unremarkable human - at least one of us never had anything more to accomplish than eat carrots and squeak those little squeaks that woke my mom up early in the morning before she had to be up to go to work.

#bpd vent #quiet bpd #dear diary #online diary #diary #personal diary #journal #my journal #vent under 'keep reading' #tw drugs #tw pet death #tw pet loss #tw s3lf harm #(mentioned) #non graphic #long post #started: 7:56pm #ended: 8:46pm

[positivelyholland]

hey this is really specific but could you do a chris evans x daughter angst where they get in a big fight because reader’s grades are really bad, and he’s upset that she’s not going good in school but then she’s like “it’s not like you help me with my work” and then he gets really sad that he doesn’t have time to help you and he;s the reason her grades are slipping?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Daughter!reader

genre: angst

warnings: angst, mentions of depression and anxiety, fighting

reader pronouns: she/her

summary: your dad is mad at you bc you’re failing school, and says some things he later regrets

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Chris had just finished work for the day. He shut his laptop and headed towards your room. Just as he checked his phone, he got a call from your math teacher, Mrs Smith.

“Hi, is this Mr Evans?” Mrs Smith asked.

“Yes this is he” he responded. He was confused. You were a good kid and almost never did anything that could deserve him a call from your school.

“I’ve called you to discuss Y/N’s performance in my class lately. She’s failing” your teacher told him.

At first he didn't believe what he was hearing, but once the news had been confirmed, Chris was absolutely fuming.

You were too smart to get an F, so he made the assumption that you must be slacking off. “I was wondering if something has happened at home to cause the drop in her grade, since she’s usually a straight A student” she finished.

“No, there’s nothing going on at home. Thank you for informing me, Mrs Smith” your dad told her.

“Anytime, just trying to help” she responded before hanging up.

Your dad stormed up to your room, and opened your door with so much force, you thought it was going to break. The suddenness of his movements made you jump.

“What’s that F in Math about, huh Y/N?” your dad started. You wanted to keep this as calm as possible, but your dad seemed mad enough that being calm was the last thing in mind.

“I don’t know” you said embarrassed.

“You don’t know?! God Y/N what’s with this” he yelled.

“Math isn’t my strong suit, and you know that!” you said back with your voice’s volume equal to his.

“Yah but you’re smarter than a F! I didn’t raise you to fail”

“Look, I’m sorry! I’m just not good at math” you’re emotions were slowly filling with more and more hurt, replacing the hint of anger that previously existed, but your dad was still livid.

“Yah, I can tell that you’re terrible at it! I can see the F on your grade!” Chris no longer sounded like your usually kind father. He was just so upset that you were failing at anything because you usually get such good grades, so he assumed that you were just being lazy and not even trying to pass your classes.

“Dad!” you cried, voice cracking.

“No Y/N don’t cut me off. You’re going to let me finish talking before you even think about opening your mouth, understood” he said with what you thought to be hatred in his voice.

“Understood” you said shyly. You could tell he wasn’t being rational at this point so you decided it would be best to just shut up and take his venomous words silently.

“Good, now let me get a few things into that thick skull of yours” well that hurt. “You failed. You failed me and everyone around you. You couldn’t even do a damn assignment right, Y/N”

You finally felt the tears starting to build up, but you were determined not to let any fall, as that would just worsen your situation.

“God, you’re so stupid” he said under his breath. Now that’s what broke you. Never in a million years did you think those words would come out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry I’m a failure! I’m sorry I can’t do anything right! I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you! I’m sorry I can’t do literally everything by myself, since you won’t even help me!” you didn’t mean to let all that out, it just did, but you didn’t stop.

“God, even when I do ask you for help you always shoo me away, or say you’re busy with something else! You’re too caught up in your own life that you can’t see your daughter struggling more than she ever has before! Not just academically, but your daughter’s mental health is slowly falling apart and you haven’t even noticed!” you didn’t mean to let that last part slip.

You always tried your best not to be too dependent on your father, since he didn’t even mean to have you in the first place.

You were created from a meaningless one night stand and dropped in Chris’ arms 9 months later, without a present mother. He basically spent his whole life making it up to you, but you still didn’t want to burden him too much.

However, every teenager needs help from a parental figure at some point during adolescence, and you were not short of that.

Part of the reason you were failing your class in the first place was a result of the lack of help you needed from your dad, but you never wanted to tell him that. But now that you accidentally did, and his face automatically softened and went from furiousness, to a look of pure guilt.

“I didn’t mean to tell you that last part. You know what, nevermind” you tried to get out of this situation by running up to your room, but he stopped you.

“You’re going through all that?” he asked you with a voice filled to the brim with concern. You simply nodded, not being able to find your voice.

“Y/N, I love you so much, I’m really sorry I said those things. None of it was true and I was just mad and not thinking” you could tell his words were 100% the truth, so you forgave him.

“It’s ok dad. Maybe can you just actually help me with my work next time I need it?” you asked hopefully.

“Of course, Peanut” the second you heard him use your nickname, you knew he was back to his normal, loving self. “How bout I make it up to you with ice cream, and then we’ll work on those assignments” he proposed.

“Sure, I’d love that” you said, the thought of ice cream making you feel a lot better already.

So that’s what you guys did. You got such a giant scoop of ice cream that you had to have your dad finish it for you... it felt so amazing to be able to spend time with him in a positive way.

Once you got home, he walked you through the math concept slowly, and was patient with you until you were able to fully understand it. After the argument that night, he made sure he always made time for you, and on top of that, you were once again, a straight A student.

#chris evans angst #chris evans x daughter!reader #chris evans daughter #evans!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x teen!reader

[schneesisterss]

Do you have any head cannons for the other Dimitrescu sisters? I loved your takes on Cassandra!

thank you! <3 and Of Course I have headcannons for the other two. (though not as extensive as the ones I have for Cassandra bc you know... brain rot) BUT HERE:

Daniela:

ADD/ADHD representation

stims include, but not limited to: jumping, hard blinking, leg bouncing, word/phrase/noise repetition, and fidgeting with her clothing

and i’m also CONVINCED she gets the zoomies at random times of the day

Alcina, hearing loud and fast footsteps up and down her hallway at 3am: *sigh* “Daniela! Take it outside!”

followed by a loud THUMP and painful groan (she definitely ran into a wall)

hates loud noises but simultaneously has no volume control

especially when she gets excited

Cassandra has to constantly remind her to lower her voice

“AND THEN I TOOK MY KNIFE AND STABBED THE LYCAN IN THE NECK AND IT WAS SO COOL—”

“Dani, i’m standing right here, why are you yelling?”

she loves play-fighting with her sisters

Cassandra is more willing to entertain her than Bela but the both of them like to see their sister happy. so whenever they recognize Daniela getting antsy they’ll wrestle with her a bit

(Cassandra gets way to into it sometimes and makes Bela be the referee lol. Cass always ends up pinning her younger sister with a proud, competitive smile on her face. Bela let’s Dani win, but we don’t tell her that)

has the keenest senses of the three which makes her the best at stalking/killing pray

and since she can hear the best out of all of them, she unintentionally eves drops on conversations

so Daniela, bless her, has all the tea

tactile learner

will just. touch things

“Life hard, Mothers gown soft”

can get trapped in her own head and doesn’t know how to express to her family what’s bothering her

this can make her very reserved at times and she’ll distance herself for days on end

her mother is really the only person who knows how to get her out of that state. Alcina walks up the long flight of stairs to the highest point of her castle. her youngest daughter likes to come here sometimes when she needs the quiet. “Daniela? Are you up here?”

“Hello, Mother.” Alcina looks up to see her daughter lounging on a banister high up on the ceiling.

“What are you doing up there, my love?” Daniela rubs the fabric of her dress between her fingers. “Cassandra and Bela were arguing again. I don’t like when Cassandra yells.”

Alcina shakes her head. Those two were always going at it. She’ll speak to Bela about it later. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.” Daniela then grabs a fist full of her dress and tugs at it, blinking hard. “Come down for a moment. Talk to me, baby.”

and Daniela simply rolls herself off the banister and into free fall. Alcina, already prepared, catches her with ease and holds her bridal style against her chest. Daniela runs her hands over the sleeve of her mother’s dress.

Alcina gave her youngest child time to gather her thoughts, knowing it sometimes takes longer for her to be able to understand them herself. Daniela finally spoke up: “It’s been very loud recently. Around the castle. Small things, like footsteps or glasses clicking, they sound so loud in my head.” She covers her ears with her hands. “Even now I can still hear Cassandras voice through the castle, it’s pushing in my ears. My head hurts, Mother.”

Alcina gave her daughter a quick squeeze before setting her down. “Follow me baby, I want to show you something.” Daniela followed her Mother through the twists and turns of the castle until they ended up at a door that was just like all the others. It blended in and maybe that’s why Daniela has never noticed it before. “In here.” her mother guided.

Inside was a small library and lounge room. A fire place tucked in the corner and, of course, a wall a wine next to it. Daniela looked at her Mother questioningly.

“Listen.” her mother said, and Daniela did. She heard... nothing. Nothing outside of the quiet cracking of the fire place. “This room is sound proofed. Come here whenever you feel overwhelmed.” She leaned down to stroke her daughters head. “Just don’t tell your sisters I showed you my secret getaway room.” and with a wink, the tall woman exited the room and shut the door behind her.

The next day Daniela was at breakfast like nothing had changed. She didn’t even mind when Cassandra yelled at a maiden for breaking a plate, it only made her laugh.

(if you get overstimulated you KNOW what i’m talking about)

personal space? never heard of her.

loves to cling to Belas arm and Bela let’s her bc she thinks it’s just. so cute.

will also sometimes just crawl into her mothers lap and fall asleep. then Alcinas like: “well.. i guess i’m not moving for three hours”

Daniela: “if I run an jump at Cassandra, she’ll most certainly catch me.” *takes off in a full blown sprint*

Cassandra: “NO IM HOLDING HOT TEA—” *drops tea to catch Daniela* *proceeds to cuss her younger sister out, all while Dani is wrapped around her like a koala*

(this happens a lot. Dani will just... climb on Cassandra. piggy back rides, getting on her shoulders, wrapping her hands around her neck from behind and letting her feet drag on the floor, etc. Cassandra complains adamantly but never once moves to get her off)

Cassandra: “hey Dani, I dare you too—”

Bela: “Mother said Daniela isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore.”

Daniela: “apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety.’”

it takes a lot for Daniela to get genuinely angry, but when she does, it’s.... bad.

Very Very Scary when mad

turns into a completely different person that you Do NOT want to fuck with

dangerous and violent

much more dark and sadistic as compared to her normal personality

came home one night covered in blood and laughing hysterically. it scared the shit out of her sisters bc if they would try and get close, she’d slash at them with her weapon.

(this was one of the only times Bela had seen Cassandra genuinely worried and afraid for their sister)

when Alcina came to see what was wrong, Daniela, still laughing madly, swung at her too. Cassandra quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Belas elbow to stop her from getting involved. Bela whipped around with a growl but Cassandras glare and squeezing nails told her to back down. Mother can handle it.

Insane Laugh™️

thinks it’s funny to intimidate the maidens by showing her fangs and snapping her jaw

she often likes to find Bela when she’s reading a book to convince her to read to her (Bela almost always complies)

that’s it for Daniela. just a hyperactive baby with a murder streak <3 ONTO THE FINAL SISTER

Bela:

Mama’s (and I cannot stress this enough) Girl

needs constant reassurance that’s she’s doing a good job and yes this reassurance can ONLY come from her mother

INSOMNIAC

this girl never sleeps, pls baby you need some rest

she spends the time she should be sleeping reading books or running errands for her mother (whether Alcina asked her to or not)

she has read almost every single book in their giant library

Cassandra doesn’t understand this at all

“Why are you always cooped up in here?” Bela glanced up over the pages of her book at her younger sister. “This is the library Cassandra. Take a wild guess.” her voice was completely level and had no inflection. Cassandra gritted her teeth, “You think your so much better than me.” Bela sighed and closed her book. She didn’t want to do this again. “No. I don’t.” she said seriously. Cassandra eyed her for a moment then looked away, Bela saw the guilt on her face before she turned on her heal. “You’re so boring.”

because she reads so much, she is incredibly smart and just knows facts about random things

Daniela, daydreaming: “I wonder why grass is green.”

Bela, immediately: “the pigment that most grasses produce, Chlorophyll, absorbs almost all blue and red light and reflects green light which is why we see green. so I mean, technically grass is every single color EXCEPT for green.

Dani, confused as fuck: ....

Cass: “Bitch, how do you even know that?”

Bela’s sisters just end up using her as Google

“Hey Bela, how far away is the moon?” “238,900 miles.”

“Hey Bela, how many different climates are there?” “Twelve”

“Hey Bela, what’s the worlds deadliest poison?” “Botulinum... why?” “No reason.” “Dani. WHY?”

“Hey Bela, how much can I sell a human skull on the black market for?” Bela, concerned: “Cassandra why would—” “HOW MUCH?” “Well... are all the teeth still in tact?” “...No.” “Than only about $500.” “FUCK.”

“Hey Bela, I have this weird rash on my back and—” “Daniela. Do not finish that sentence. Go ask Mother.”

she is so quiet

and not just because she doesn’t talk very loud or even much at all. she’s just So. Silent. when she moves

just pops up in random places without anyone hearing her approach

even Daniela can’t hear her coming, which is saying something

Cassandra, minding her own business, drinking blood tea: .....

Bela, suddenly right next to her: “Hey I was wondering if— stop screaming, it’s me— have you seen Mothers lipstick? It’s missing.”

refuses any type of help with anything or else she feels like she failed that task

Never asks for help, Never asks for favors, and Never Ever will burden her Mother with any of her problems. Ever.

(Alcina thinks this is ridiculous. her eldest daughter pushes herself too hard.)

Anxiety™️

sometimes when her anxiety becomes too much she shuts down and becomes very indifferent to things around her. this has caused many fights between herself and Cassandra because Cass will get really fired up when all Bela does is respond with a monotone voice and blank stare.

overthinks literally everything and is a perfectionist

this makes her prone to panic attacks :(

when this happens she shuts herself in her room, not wanting to bother her Mother or sisters

Bela closes her bedroom door behind her and stumbles to her knees. she can’t seem to get air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. she had failed. Mother asked her to bring her the head of that stupid man-thing, but somehow he knew their weakness.

how could he know? are Cassandra and Daniela ok? where are they? where is Mother?

Belas breathing was shallow and short, her chest burns as she presses her forehead into the ground. She claws the skin of her chest raw, leaving angry, red marks behind, desperately trying to open her lungs.

she stays as quiet as she can, only gasping few and far between. she will not be a burden. she should deal with the consequences of her failure. alone.

a sudden knock on her door makes her scramble backwards on her bottom till her back hits the opposite wall. then Belas worst nightmare, her Mothers voice.

“Bela?! Bela, is that you?” Alcinas words were rushes and worried. the door handle jiggled. “Bela, baby the door is locked, please let me in.” Bela covered her mouth and cried silently while her Mother begged to be let in.

the sound of snapping wood had Belas eyes flying open, her Mother had broken down the door. Bela shrunk into herself. She’s going to be so mad. I’m a failure. the ringing in her ears became so intense she couldn’t hear anything else.

large, soft hands cup her cheeks and a muffled voice through the air: “Bela, my love, you’re alright thank god. Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.”

Bela pushed weakly at her Mothers arms and said between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, M-Mother.”

Alcina looked at her eldest daughter with confusion, she had no physical wounds, but the look on her face was heartbreaking. “What are you sorry for, my love?” this only made Belas breathing spend up even more, her face red from the lack of oxygen. Alcina quickly pulled her in close.

“Now Bela, listen to the sound of my voice,” she said it gently but just hard enough to grab her daughters attention. “I need you to copy my breath. Do it now, love, listen to me. Do what i’m telling you to.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths and noticed that instantly after her command, Bela had tried to follow, but the smaller girls breath was still choppy and small. Alcina rubbed a thumb across Belas cheek. “You’re doing so well baby. Keep going just like that. Good girl.” a smaller hand was placed on her arm and grabbed at her sleeve. “Good baby, use me to ground yourself. Keep breathing now, you’re doing so good.” Alcina kept whispering soft encouragements and praises until her daughters breathing was back to normal and she was laying limp on her chest.

Alcina moved the hair away from Belas face. “What a good girl, you did so well.” Bela squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into her Mother until her face was hidden. “I’m sorry Mother.” came a muffled apology, though her voice was much more steadier than before. “I failed you, I couldn’t stop the man-thing. He shot at the windows! He knows our weakness, Mother. What are we going to do? Where’s Daniela and Cassandra, are they ok? I should have stopped him for you I’m so sorry I—”

“Quiet.” Bela immediately seals her lips and looks away, already extracting herself from her Mother’s arms. She probably hates her. Alcina simple tugs her back and forces Bela to look in her eyes with a quick tap to the forehead. “Bela, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Her daughters eyes go wide and she nods. “You have nothing to apologize for. This is not you’re fault and I will not allow you to think that way. Plus, the man-thing won’t bother us any longer, I took care of it.”

“But—” Alcina raises an eyebrow and Bela gives in, nodding hesitantly. “Good girl.” Bela exhales through her nose at the phrase and squeezes her Mother’s sleeve again. They sit like that for a few more moments, calming down.

Bela suddenly shoots up. “Daniela, Cassandra, are they—” “They’re fine my dear, Daniela got a little banged up, but Cassandra was already patching her up before I could even get close. We didn’t know where you were, that’s why I was so worried.” Bela relaxed and again nuzzled her nose into her Mother’s chest, took one more deep breath, then stood. “I’m going to go check on them.”

She steps through the now empty door frame and pauses. She spoke without turning around: “I won’t fail you again, Mother.” and shifts into a cloud of flies and disappears.

(am I projecting again? idk help)

can play the piano

no like you don’t understand, she is so good at piano

this girl has mastered songs by composers like Liszt, Beethoven, and Ravel

she’ll play for hours on end, if she starts a new piece she Will Not get up until she can play it through perfectly

she pretends not to notice Cassandra secretly listening to her play, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf

while her younger sisters always jump head first into a fight, Bela takes a more calculating approach. learning her enemies movements from afar before advancing and ending it in like 3 quick moves.

“Well Bela, if Mother asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?”

Bela, already climbing over the railing: “Hm?”

and there you go for Bela! my sweet child.. please learn self-care.

*ahem* I went overboard again didn’t I? WELP. I regret nothing. Give me more headcannons.

#no seriously i’m having so much fun with this #resident evil #RE8 #resident evil 8 #resident evil 8: village #re8:v #resident evil headcanons #resident evil village #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu headcannon #bela dimitrescu headcannon #daniela dimitrescu headcannon #alcina dimitrescu headcannon #mine #dimitrescu family #dimitrescu daughters