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Fake Love Fake Rage
Part 2!
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x f!Reader
Contents: Yelling, Anger, Cussing, Fake Dating, Angst, Mean Miguel, Insecurity, Emotionally Immature Miguel, Argument, A Bit of Fluff At The End
Everything has gotten worse in the spider society now that you've taken a leave of absence, but are you even coming back? Not without something from Miguel first.
Sticky: Hi, me a known liar. Sorry it took so long for part 2 ya girl as been busy T-T but I hope yall enjoy! I may make a part 3 but who knows I am a known liar after all but you can ask. Mwah <;3 Requests are open btw.
Part 1
Masterlist
For two weeks since your absence, the rumor mills up in full force since your departure. Of course, people heard the truth about you and Miguel, but people also heard the two of you arguing and now with your disappearance people were talking. It didn’t help that Miguel was in a worse mood than usual with your absence. He was grumpier than usual, shouting at anything that anyone did even if it was something successful or useful. Everyone at headquarters was walking on eggshells around him and even that was too loud. Not even Jess, Lyla, or Lego Peter Parker could put him in a better mood.
The whispers in the corridors about your absence infuriated him even more. When were you going to return? Why haven’t you contacted him yet? Why haven’t you contacted anyone yet? Everyone knew better than to ask him about you missing from his side, you are missing from your lab, you are missing from headquarters. If Miguel wasn’t storming around headquarters looking for someone to take his aggression out on, he locked himself away in his lab not daring anyone to interfere with his sulking. If only he would go and apologize to you, all his problems would be solved but he wouldn’t. He wasn’t going to apologize because he wasn’t wrong. Well, yes, he was wrong, but you were the one who started it. You were the one who started the rumors, this was your fault. It had to be your fault, he wouldn’t have had to face the fact that everyone knew that you were too good to be with him, that you were too kind, too smart, too great to be with him. Everyone loved you and he…... and you were the only one he was able to tolerate besides Jess. Your absence was missed by everyone.
Miguel, Hobie, Gwen, and Pav all watched Miguel storm around for those two weeks hoping that you would have returned by now. This wasn’t the first time the two of you have argued but it is the first time you didn’t return to headquarters after a day of cool off period. They were all starting to get worried about you since no one could contact you in your universe since your watch was inactive. It was decided that one of them would have to visit you to check on you and inquire about when you were going to be back to fix things with Miguel.
The first person to visit you in your universe was Miles, the sweet baby angel pacing out in front of your condo awaiting your answer to his call from the door. Miles looks at you sheepishly, “Hey kid, what are you doing here?” You greet him by letting him into your condo.
“I just wanted to check and see if you were okay since you didn’t show up to HQ and no one can reach you.” He said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head not knowing what to say, there wasn’t a plan for his arrival. The gang just assumed once you spoke to Miles that it may just get you to come back, you would hopefully assume that Miguel may have sent him or something. You gave him a tiny laugh, knowing that it was everyone else but him that is reaching on about your wellbeing.
“I’m fine darling, just trying to adjust my watch in peace. Hopefully, it will be able to help everyone when it’s finished.”
‘Everyone’ you said, not ‘us’ but everyone, excluding yourself. You didn’t know if you were going to go back, returning to headquarters was the furthest thing on your mind. Your only focus is making the adjustments and protecting your own universe. You never took anything from Miguel, and you weren’t going to start now. He hurt you, the only person who was patient with him, the only person who gave him the grace that he didn’t deserve, the only person who he thought understood him. You. Miles could feel the pain in your voice, could see it in your eyes but you still held that small smile attempting to reassure him that everything was fine even if it was a lie to him and yourself.
“Well, we all miss you. We all do.” Miles attempts to say the quiet part out loud. That everyone misses you, that Miguel misses you, but there was no way you were going to believe that until you heard it from him.
You give a defeated sigh, “Yeah, I know but work must be done. The multiverse isn’t going to save itself.”
Miles's eyes are kind as you attempt to joke about the situation, he gives you a sad smile nodding at you in understanding. He leaves you to your work and your thoughts. All your thoughts are avoiding thinking about that one thing, that one person. Your heart is heavy with Miles's departure, but you won’t focus on that.
Once Miles turns back to headquarters the gang surrounds him with questions, hoping that he received the confirmation that you were going to be coming back to headquarters soon and Miguel's tirade would stop. The look on Miles's face told everyone everything they needed to know before he could even answer any of their questions.
“She looked so sad,” is how Miles starts as he tells them what happened when he went to meet with you, almost in a hushed whisper as if Miguel would hear them from his office. No one knew exactly what he had said to you to make you leave but now after Miles returned it must have been something that would not only make you stay away for so long but still affect you enough to sadden you. They agreed to give you some more space and time since you seemed to want to be left alone for the time being.
Even still, after another two weeks, there was still no word from you. You've been gone for almost a month now and Miguel has just gotten worse. You couldn’t even imagine how bad. It wasn’t even his temper anymore; he was fucking up. Missions were going poorly, anomalies weren’t being captured properly, and even worse Miguel got hurt. It was stupid and was easily avoidable and yet his mind was everywhere else but on catching anomalies. It was about you and his last moments with you. All he could see was your face, your eyes, the tears that were threatening to spill, and the way you looked at him with such pain. He was distracted and careless. A green goblin anomaly got him good and broke at least two of his ribs. Nothing that would do any permanent damage or leave him out of commission for more than a day or so, but the anomaly got away and he fucked up. Because of you. All because of you and that made him even more upset. Why weren’t you back yet? Why were you distracting him even if you weren’t even here?
“Just go and apologize to her” Lyla snarks at Miguel as he sulks in pain in his lab. He groans attempting to ignore her until she pops up right in front of his face. “Seriously Miguel, I don’t think she’s going to return unless you go and apologize.”
“I have nothing to apologize for” He scoffs attempting to swat the AI away. His last memories of you flash behind his eyes, ‘Fuck you, Miguel’ were your final words to him as you left headquarters eyes filling with tears. He never wanted to see your face like that again and he didn’t think even if he apologized you would accept it. You had never spoken to him like that before, at least not in a serious manner, and never cried because of him. He didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t apologize. He just couldn’t. Miguel resigned to not seeing you until you decided to come back to headquarters until you decided to forgive him on your own.
That was until a week later when Miles Morales as gently as possible webbed his way onto Miguel's office platform. Miguel barely even acknowledged his presence, just grunted in his direction as he continued to focus on the screens in front of him. Carefully, Miles walked up and placed a multiverse gizmo on his desk. It almost immediately caught Miguel's attention because it wasn’t any gizmo, it was YOUR gizmo. Obviously, it was yours because while everyone else’s was black, yours was your favorite color. Miguel just glared at it and in the silence, Miles decided to speak.
“She asked me to give it to you. Said that there were modifications to it to help direct the spider society closer to the anomalies when we use it. She said you would be able to figure it out.” Miles explained, his voice softer than usual to not agitate Miguel because Miles knew what it meant when you gave that to Miguel.
It meant that you weren’t coming back. It meant that you were standing up to Miguel and his shit. Someone had to and it had always been you but never like this, never to the point of not returning. Now Miguel was panicking, he thought that eventually you would just come back fuss at him, and forgive him but no, you were leaving. You were leaving society; you were leaving him. His panic turned into rage and his rage turned into him pounding at your window in the middle of the night after going to your universe.
The banging on your window was completely unexpected, your spidey senses feeling it before it happened making you jolt out of bed. You knew it was him even in your groggy state before you went to your window, you just didn’t think it would ever be him. Your eyes went wide blinking at him as if he was an apparition, you knew it had to be him because your body told you so but it truly just couldn’t be. You hadn’t seen him in over a month and you were sure that he resigned to go back running the society alone without your assistance. Unconsciously, you open your window letting him in and he starts his tantrum.
“What kind of scientist are you that you let a child bring in one of your projects without an explanation on anything?” He starts attempting to tower over you as you're still waking up from your abrupt sleep interruption.
“Huh” You’re confused looking up at him, forgetting that you finally finished making the modifications to your gizmo, giving it to Miles on his last visit to you. He came immediately after Miguel got hurt, hoping that would soften you enough to come back to headquarters. It didn’t, which is why you gave Miles your finished prototype and told him to tell Miguel to figure it out.
“So, you didn’t give Miles your gizmo and tell me to figure it out??” He glowed down at you as you noticed he was gripping your watch with the band to not damage it.
You slowly start coming to your senses, realizing what was happening, “I assumed it would be helpful to the society with the modifications I made and an idiot could figure out how to work it. So there was no need for me to explain anything.” Your hands cross under your chest, not thinking how it is pushing your boobs and shirt up towards him. Miguel almost falters watching you do that, realizing that you in fact were only in a shirt, his shirt (and maybe panties but he could barely tell).
“Why haven’t you returned to headquarters?” another question, no apology, but yet another question.
“For what Miguel? I did my job good enough in my universe, yes? You would have been able to test it properly if you weren’t here right now. And yet, you are. Why are you here?” Your eyes narrow at him as you ask the question, he didn’t want you to. “Isn’t it easier without my presence annoying you? You can figure things out by yourself, no?”
You throw his words back in his face, getting as upset as him. How dare he barge into your universe? How dare he act like he hasn’t done anything wrong? Why is it always like trying to move an immovable object with him? He was the one always pushing you away. He was the one who said that your ‘business’ was annoying and that you should keep him out of it. Foolish of you to believe that at one point he may have cared for you, that in some universe that couldn’t be one that either of you would ever visit the two of you would be together, the two of you would make sense.
You could tell that Miguel was frustrated by what you said, irritated, he mumbled under his breath in Spanish. He rakes his hand through his hair starting to pace back and forth in your bedroom. He throws your watch on your bed as he comes to stand in front of you, his thoughts making no sense in his own head. The exhale he makes from his nose washes over your face, but you stand tall glaring up at him, challenging him as you always did. As he looked down at you, the one thing on his mind that he never wanted to admit was blaring at him. He loved you; he fucking loved you and he hated that he loved you. He hated that he didn’t feel good enough for you and he hated that everyone else saw that he wasn’t good enough for you.
His voice was low and soft as he spoke back to you, “Why did you tell Ben we were dating?” You were taken back for a second, almost annoyed that he was bringing this up again. Was this really the issue of everything? As long as he told everyone the truth it would have died down and no one would have really cared.
“Seriously Miguel?!” You throw your hands up frustrated, “This again?? What’s the issue?? We aren’t and it doesn’t matter!”
“You don’t think it hurts for everyone to talk about how I could never be good enough to be with you?? How you’re so much better than me and have no good reason to be with me anyway??” He grits through his teeth as he runs both his hands over his face and hair again. Your eyes go wide in shock and misunderstanding.
“What are you talking about?” You ask taking a step back to look at him, he’s shaking, hands opening and closing in frustration, saying what you assumed were curses in Spanish.
“Just because I don’t have spidey senses, doesn’t mean I can’t hear.” His head turns from you as you look at him yet again in confusion. “Everyone in the society said you were too good for me, that there was no way that you would actually want to be with me” His voice was softer than you had ever heard him speak when he said that, and it broke your heart. How could he not see how much you cared for him? How could he not understand that the reason you were comfortable with the fake dating is because you wouldn’t have minded it being real? But that didn’t give him the right to treat you that way.
“So you hurt me because of what other people said? You truly think I care nothing for you Mig?” You say just as softly as he did, looking up at him fighting the urge to hold his face in your hands.
“I….” He starts as he gazes down at you, pausing and unpausing as he fights to hold your face in his hands also. “I know I’m not good enough for you. I’ve known since the first day I laid my eyes on you that I would never be good enough for you.” He confessed and tears started to build along your lash line at his words.
“I’m sorry….” He says before hesitantly grasping your cheek, “You are too good for me, but I want you so badly. I want to kiss you, hold you, go to bed with you, wake up to you. You’re everything I am not and more.”
“Miguel” You barely whisper as your hand grasps onto the wrist that was holding your cheek.
“I hated hearing what I already felt from everyone.” He confessed.
You looked up at him, his brown eyes filled with sadness. You, who knew him better than anyone, should have known this. But you didn’t, he kept this hidden even from you. As you locked eyes with him, the walls you had built towards him almost immediately crumbled and a spark of courage flowed through you. You press on the balls of your feet upwards, lips landing directly on his. Your hands make their way around his neck as he freezes for a moment in your embrace until realizing that you’re kissing him. YOU are kissing HIM. Once his brain catches up to reality his hands immediately wrap around your waist, drawing you into him to deepen the kiss. Your mouths move against each other as if they are in a dance that only they know. As things get more intense, your hands find his face and pull the two of you apart.
You pant a little before speaking, “Why didn’t you come for me sooner?”
“I didn’t think you wanted me.”
“I’ve always wanted you.”
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one kiss is all it takes😙✨
Simp! Satoru Gojo, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento, & Toji Fushiguro x EmotionallyUnavail&Gn!Reader
tags/warning: slight angst but mostly fluff!, they r obsessed with youuu, reassurance and comfort, words of affirmation type beat, kinda corny but :)), v soft!!, also pretending getou is not evil here *coughs*, reader is a sorcerer also btw
summary: you're scared of getting heartbroken, but after an unplanned kiss you get all the reassurance you need from the jjk men
~less than 1k
thanks for reading and enjoy<3
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Why, of all people, did he have to kiss you?
It was enough that you two flirted on an almost every day basis as you trained or ran into each other on random errands, but this? Unacceptable.
This wasn’t some vapid conversation or sparring session.
This was a kiss.
And worst of all it happened when you were at the end of what was supposed to be a casual, meaningless stop for drinks after a mission.
The man had to have been insane to even try.
Even if you had leaned into it.
Or, even if the kiss did have you melting into his arms as they encircled your figure.
Maybe because after so many seamless conversations and underneath that borrowed secrecy just outside of a random streetlight, it had felt a little too good to be true.
As if you could truly mean something to him.
Now you had no choice but to stave off any potential heartbreak by dashing in the opposite direction whenever you saw him.
Unfortunately yet predictably, this solution is short-lived.
Gojo-------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Where are you going?”
Gojo has been popping up everywhere today.
It doesn’t matter if you’re teaching a class, overseeing spars, in the office area, or even eating lunch in your car. There he is, all pale hair and pretty grins, asking if he can talk to you.
“Bathroom.” You lie, briskly upping your pace as Gojo easily glides alongside you in the hallway.
“Liar. You’re avoiding me. It’s obvious, you know?” He clicks his tongue, tilting his head towards you as you continue walking.
“No, I’m not.” You lie again, and this seems to amuse him.
You roll your eyes, figuring the truth might get him off your tracks, “I’m going to the library…and then the bathroom after that.”
A smirk plays across his lips, and he holds out his hands.
“We should probably talk about that kiss before you get to the library then-”
You shove him into an empty classroom, and Gojo starts guffawing as you lock the door.
“Shut up for a second.” You hiss, shushing him with a glare.
He straightens, scratching at a spot above his blindfold with a tight smile.
“What’s the matter? Are you okay?”
His genuinely concerned cadence has butterflies swirling in your stomach. For someone normally so lackadaisical, he could become intensely serious in an instant.
Like he was now, with his jaw clicking shut and his stare piercing through his blindfold.
“Sorry. Everything’s fine. Really.”
He steps closer, and the hard wood of the classroom wall hits your back as you try to maintain your distance from the renowned sorcerer.
Gojo, ever observant with well, everything, furrows his brows at your lack of proximity.
“Did I… Am I doing something wrong?”
Guilt starts to set in, so you shake your head.
“I must’ve done something. Can you tell me?” His large hand hovers close to your cheek, and then he seems to think better of it as he drops his palm to his side.
You want to return it to its natural place on your skin. Maybe replicate the surreal manner he caressed your face prior to kissing you, with the pads of his fingers resting along the nape of your neck and his thumb finding precious home on your bottom lip before replacing it with the soft confidence of his own lips.
A brief grimace crosses his handsome face, wrinkling the black fabric across the bridge of his nose. It’s almost like he remembers that same, loving sweep of his fingers.
The dreamlike memory chips at your resolve, and eventually your emotions become caught in your throat.
“It’s not what you did, it’s what you might do. I don’t want my heart to break because of you.”
The admission comes out shakier than you anticipated.
A bite of your lip, and the corners of your watery vision threaten to spill out.
“I’m scared. That’s all.” You mumble quietly.
“How foolish.”
You’re about to protest until you register the tender, mournful tone of his voice.
“I would never do anything to hurt you. Okay?” Gojo leans down, tugging down his blindfold so he can look into your eyes properly.
In an instant, you’re mesmerized.
His irises are flooded with light, and akin to nothing except adoration encapsulated.
Perfect mirrors.
You could tell he was thinking the same thing about the sight of your own eyes.
“I want to protect you…and I’m scared too. Trust me.”
He chuckles, patting your head and letting his fingertips cascade down to your cheek.
You close your eyes, kissing his knuckle when it ghosts the corner of your lip and his other hand cups the small of your back.
At that, the smile seems to return to his voice, “I care about protecting you more than my duty should allow. It’s dangerous, but I don’t mind it.”
“Why?” You tilt your head, tentatively crossing your arms behind his neck.
A sigh escapes him, but the wry smile never leaves his face.
“Because I know you’ll protect me too. I trust you as if I’ve never been betrayed before. Isn’t that stupid?”
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“Hey, I’m trying to talk to you. What are you doing?”
Getou paces behind you as you collect your things from around the sparring ring.
“Leaving.” You rifle through your gym bag on the floor, hellbent on wiping yourself down and then getting the fuck out of here.
You swore that you had brought a freshly washed one today.
The frustrated thought leaves you right as Getou waves your towel in front of your nose.
Of course, when you reach towards the square of fabric he swings it above your head, “You can’t leave.”
“I can’t?” You stand to glare at him, and he sighs as he palms a hand through his raven strands of hair.
“No,” He throws the cloth over his shoulder, “We have to talk about this. About us.”
You cross your arms in defeat, “Why? So you can pretend to care and then break my heart like nothing ever happened?”
As soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel shame sinking into the bottom of your stomach.
Getou’s entire demeanor seems to shift, and his face appears so crestfallen you can hardly look at him.
“Is that really what you think this is?” He asks, voice brimming with palpable hurt.
Saying anything seems wrong, so you remain silent, pressing your lips together and bowing your head.
“Come here.” Getou finally says, a more gentle tone lining the request.
Despite the way the request soothes you, you don’t move.
“Come on, c’mere.” He approaches you steadily, and in spite of yourself, you open your arms and allow him to hug you close.
Getou leans back with a sigh, pinching your cheek with a hand.
“I won’t let you think like that anymore. Don’t come to conclusions by yourself either, okay?”
“Okay.” You shyly accept, and he rolls his eyes with a scoff before carefully wiping at your face with the towel.
“Besides…you know you can’t get rid of me that easily, right?”
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“You’ve been avoiding me.”
Nanami has caught up to you, and he’s as straightforward and nonchalant as you expected he would be.
He probably wanted to get this situation out of the way, you infer, pressing random buttons on the water boiler to avoid eye contact.
The blond is leaning against the counter space next to you, keenly watching your every move. His normally crisp, teal dress shirt has some missed lines, and you wonder if he had been too distracted by you to finish ironing his laundry these past few days.
It was probably best not to entertain that thought.
“No, I haven’t. Just…been busy.” You wince as your mug warms up a little too fast, splashing water on the break room counter as you quickly set it down.
Nanami jolts up and grabs your hand, wiping at it with some paper towels and the severe lines between his eyebrows deepening.
You feel your breath catch at his closeness, and you can’t help but swallow as his familiar cologne floods your senses and he frets over your accidental burn.
He seems to feel your stare, peering up at you with curiosity before you attempt to tug your hand away.
“Don’t.” Nanami breathes, covering your hand with his and effectively preventing you from moving, “Just tell me what’s wrong. I’ll fix it.”
The warmth of your hand simply being held in his seems to travel all the way up to your cheeks and the tips of your ears.
“I don’t know if you can.” You whisper truthfully.
“What is it?” He draws your hand closer, muttering softly under his breath as he examines your palm nested within his larger ones.
You chew on the side of your cheek for a moment, “I’m afraid we’re heading towards…”
Nanami lifts his chin up, meeting your eyes with a question in his gaze that makes you hesitate.
“Something.” You finish lamely, turning your face to the ground.
Nanami pulls both of your hands carefully together in his, encasing them in his firm grip.
“I want to.” He confesses, regarding your expression with quiet consideration, “Don’t you?”
The sentiment is so clear and honest that your heart squeezes.
You shake your head in an attempt to dissuade yourself, but can’t manage to bring yourself to release his hands.
“I can’t-I don’t know you completely yet. What if you break my heart?”
Nanami presses your hands to his heart, and you feel the helplessly erratic rhythm of it between your fingertips as he speaks.
“Then, I’ll give you mine.”
Toji--------------------------------------------------------------------------
“Gotcha.”
Toji cuts off your escape route, and you let out a huff as you glare up at him.
He’s smoking a thin cigarette, the end of it jauntily balanced between his canines and poking out towards the corner of his mouth.
Your eyes flit to the floor as soon as you catch yourself outlining the scar notched over his lips.
You remember precisely how it feels.
“Leave me alone, Toji.” You mumble, and you hope it sounds more convincing out loud than in your head.
He lets out an exhale of smoke and flicks the cigarette butt onto the ground, “Look doll, I gotta apologize if I did somethin’ stupid the other night.”
You keep your eyes lowered.
“Ah, fuck. I’m sorry. Did I? I didn’t mean to, angel.”
The tone he speaks with isn’t accusatory, just gravelly with uncertainty and the smallest question of hope.
So earnest and kind it makes your heart ache.
His hand reaches towards you, and you immediately duck the pleading touch.
“Get away from me, Toji.”
As soon as you back away though, the regret rears its head and fills your stomach.
He straightens, hand falling to his side and his broad shoulders heaving downwards. The normally rough and sarcastic man has a faint glisten in his eyes.
You realize that you’re hurting him.
Finally, Toji rakes a hand through his dark locks as he peers through the strands that fall over his forehead, “You don’t mean that, do you?”
“Of course I don’t!”
You clap a hand over your mouth, and Toji’s widened eyes meet yours.
That’s when you start running again.
“Hey! Hey!” You hear Toji right on your heels, and then he wraps his arms around you from behind.
The warmth of his chest on your back as you both heave in disjointed breaths forces you to stop.
The bounty hunter loosens his grip, and you stop resisting completely when he rests his cheek against yours.
“Don’t do this to me.”
You tentatively place a hand over one of his own, feeling your heartbeats syncing together, “I don’t want you to hurt me either. If you break my heart, I don’t know if I could take it.”
The dejected confession stills the air, and then to your surprise, Toji starts laughing.
The deep rumble of it tickles your ear, and when it dies down he gently turns you around.
He softly pinches your chin between his fingers, scanning your face with relaxed brows and a lazy grin, looking at you as if he had all the time in the world to do so.
“Darlin', you’re only breaking your own heart that way.”
As you absorb his words, Toji leans down to give your cheek a kiss before tucking a loose tendril of hair behind your ear.
“That should be my job.” He whispers, “Right?”
The tease has you worriedly clutching his hands, and Toji gives you a more tender, sweet kiss on the lips.
“I’m kidding, doll. I know I’m not a good guy, but I’ll take good care of your heart. And the rest of you if you’ll let me.”
Relief sinks into your chest, “Really?”
Toji nods, clusters of stars surrounding the reflection he has of you in his gaze, and this time there’s no doubt in your mind that he is telling the truth.
“I promise.”
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Lo puedes negar hasta el cansancio pero cada vez te me pareces más y más a Puffy-Liar! su mismo modus operandi, hablas en círculos, te crees dueña ds la verdad absoluta, escribes largos "rants" donde hablas mucho pero no dices nada. Es cuestión de tiempo para que traigas de vuelta tus "privy info", "close to SC sources" a tu amiga Stella y el "vault" con las fotos de SC y el bebé rubio. Supongo que en WordPress ya no eras tan popular y extrañabas tener los shippers rogandote para que compartas la información de tu amigo "long throat" ya sabes, Puffy siendo Puffy. 😅🤣🤣
Oh, but hello you Master Troll Anon,
For the delight of this fandom, may I translate your venomous rant, that was supposed to what...? scare me? ... make me run for the helicopter on the roof, Ceaușescu-style?
You can deny it until you get tired, but every time you look more and more like Puffy-Liar! The same modus operandi as her, you talk in circles, you think you are the master of absolute truth, you write long rants where you talk a lot and say nothing. It's just a matter of time until you bring back your privy info, close to SC sources, your friend Stella and the vault with the pictures of SC and the blonde baby. I suppose you were not as popular on WordPress and you missed the shippers begging you to share the information from your 'long throat' friend. You know, Puffy being Puffy.'
Since your reading comprehension is so perfect, I will answer you in English.
I hope my letter finds you well, btw.
First of all, it's Deep Throat, not Long Throat. But you know... barista/barrister... Deep Throat existed, during the Watergate Affair. His name was Mark Felt and he was the Deputy Director of the FBI, supplying Bob Bernstein and co with all the needed info. Puffy's is a figment of her imagination, as you all know it.
I have doxxed myself not once, but twice . And I did it on purpose, because I knew you would do exactly this, in order to feel alive, perhaps:
First, my mugshot:
Posted on July 30th, while recounting my visit to Olympia: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/724219876757176320/a-stupid-shippers-guide-to-the-peloponnese-part
Yes, darling, this is me: a Romanian, 45 year-old, Roman-Catholic diplomat. Not a 60+ Jewish widow from Massachusetts :
Then, because you were harassing @bjj3007-ichoosetobelieve, I posted this flat denial on August 18th: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/725983370933354496/jeez-louise
In Romanian. Had I done it in French, my second mother tongue, you would have screeched it was inconclusive. Silly twats.
As far as I know, Puffy has some rudiments of French, but that's about it. Sorry, doll. Wrong number.
I don't care about your slanderous, uneducated and vulgar opinion. I despise your harassment attempts on people who were only liking what they were reading and were very warm to me.
You are not the first one to try and scare me. You have yet to prove I am a liar, with hard evidence, not with impressionist camelos.
There is at least one woman in this fandom who knows my name, my full mail address and all the specific details. Because she recently used them and got confirmation that I am who I said I am, I have the job I said I have and I live where I said I lived.
Her delicate gesture moved me. Yours brought a sort of disgusted amusement, if at all possible.
I know who you are. If I were you, I'd think twice before going on with the shitshow. I am not implying anything and I will not lose my time with you in court (my best IRL friend, the Madrid abogada, will gladly do it pro bono, btw). But you have nothing and you will continue to have nothing.
Because there is nothing you can have about me. I said it all, almost.
What this outburst is telling me, is one darn inconvenient thing for you, people. So, I'll say it in Spanish, cariño:
¿Vds tienen mucho, mucho miedo, verdad?
I promised to be your worst intellectual nightmare. I meant it.
So far, I think I am not faring that bad, eh?
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Recent Palaye Royale Issues
I am beyond disappointed in Palaye. Yet somehow not surprised. I feel like as fans, at this point. You only should be surprised at yourself…for trusting these male artists with a lot of privilege in life, from birth…to not be even worse. Once they gain even more privilege. The same story keeps happening over and over again. I think the lesson remains to same to all fans. We don’t really know them, so you can’t know they are a good person. Palaye Royale has had several chances over the years and blown them all. Now you have Emerson getting caught in a HUGE lie, while trying to defend himself against accusations he sent vulgar images to a minor. Well if he’s willing to lie about his life and the woman he was engaged to. You can’t trust anything they say. His fiancé btw just left him because of his lies. He said they were in an open relationship and just expected her to SUBMIT and go along with his deception to the bands fans. All because there was evidence of him sending nudes to someone between October of 2022 and now in March. That the person might be a minor. Then Sebastian went on a Twitter rampage trying to do the most desperate damage control, I have ever seen. ( He even had the audacity to try anc cheer on SceneQueen with her new song 18+) Then the accounts of people who tried to share the truth got attacked. The band going as far as to get a google docs account destroyed and deleted. Thinking they got rid of the evidence. Thankfully several people still have the receipts. Then Palaye Royale organized an emergency meeting of their most ���loyal” fan via their super engaged discord. This is an obvious sign of grooming. This band grooms their entire fan base. Manipulates them and treats them like they are fools. Then, trying to future distract from their brother being exposed by his own future wife as a liar. Sebastian posts several times about his own wife and puppy…hoping to quiet the fan base. While Remington in a cordinated effort drops a not so causal photo in a shower, tagged with his new GF. That no one knew about for certain until now. Hell of a time for Remington to just drop that don’t you think? They are absolutely masters of their craft. Their craft is manipulating and I wish I trusted my gut years ago. Further more, Remington’s ex Kaylen is supporting Emerson’s now former fiancé Shy and they are in contact with eachother. As is Demerie. Kaylen went so far as to like a post from a BVB fan who talked about how Brandon Hoover’s ex tried to warn people weeks ago that Remington is just as bad as Brandon and that is why they were sticking together. What people don’t realize is that in Heidi’s case she was at PR’s house a lot with Hoover. Crown’s lead singer was their room mate for a long time until really this year. There were so many photos of all the little cliches together. Kaylen was also mistreated by Remington and fans didn’t want to face it back then. ( I didn’t realize until looking at Kaylen’s posts and pain) She has thankfully moved on and is having a child with someone that actually loves her! Palaye Royale are a unique band in the sense that they are brothers. All three brothers have shown everything from problematic behavior to now allegations from their former partners. It’s bad enough when a band has multiple issues without the members being from the same family. This is just too frequent. The more successful they have gotten, the more they lashed out at fans. Palaye Royale went so far as to lash out at fans when they got called out for working with a known trans/phone. ( Which I wish I had known sooner, so I could have left then) Like when there is smoke, there is fire and where their is fire, their is an inferno. Looking at which men are supporting each other in the industry when certain dudes are getting exposed. Is pretty eye opening once you start to look. Considering the effort of not only Emerson, but his brothers. Their corruption and deception is a family affair. If it wasn’t for Shy, so many people would have believed Emerson’s lies and I think that is terrifying. He was counting on a woman he disrespected and betrayed, to be publicly humiliated and lie for him. So he could get away with it. Then continue down the aisle with him? The audacity…
I’ve really LOOKED at PR for the first time and you know what they are all about the “PR”. Their gfs and wives are used as part of their branding and marketing. It became clear how not only Sebastian but then Remington weaponize interest in their personal lives to deflect from their brother’s exposure. Those women are beautiful accessories to vapid men. Those men weaponize mental illness, clothing and cool aesthetics to insight an emotional response and connection to their fans. Who also fall victim. So that you don’t see under the mask. They use interest in their personal lives to expand their mythos and engagement. Their wives and gfs like puppets. Well Shy cut her strings. She didn’t just say oh Emerson lied. She said he was TOXIC and that she was done. My heart aches for her. To be so publicly betrayed and treated like less than a person. She was just his alibi in the end. These women are as lovely as can be, more beautiful conventionally speaking than most ever will be. They still aren’t good enough for the toxic men of this scene. You can’t be good enough for a toxic man. I know you have posted about them in the past Ren and gone to their shows etc. I wasn’t sure if you were still that active with them anymore. I hope you see this if you are. It’s just awful and god if it’s not “all men will disappoint you” in the scene the last year few years…. It’s just endless
Oh and Ashley Purdy came up in all of this and Demerie actually responded to people making some comparison between Emerson and Ashley. She said there are even more VILE things Purdy did that still have never come to light. Even more?!!!! That he should be in jail for and that she is happy BVB kicked him out, at least. That ultimately he needs to be in JAIL though for what he has done.
Last thing for those wondering. If you look at the time line of tweets. You can see fans would say oh maybe he got hacked? Then Emerson is like oh I got hacked. Fans were like, oh he’s in an open relationship So Emerson goes, I’m in an open relationship ) which is how he gets caught in the lie) You can actually see his statement get built by fan theories hours before he made it. Then Sebastian gets sent the 18+ SQ song about bands that let underage girls on buses etc. Suddenly Sebastian, decides to engage with SQ. That kind of mirroring is usually seen with narcissism. Then fans are like oh well forget Emerson I’m music going to stan Seb and Rem. I’m sure they are great partners. Seb and Rem drop a bunch of content showing them as “loving” partners. I’m not a huge conspiracy nut but I’m also not blind either. At least now I don’t have to care about the Palaye Royale album I ordered…that Sumerian Records of course never sent me and basically stole my money. Which is pretty much the general experience with THAT label. You can’t look at anything around Sumerian Records, without the majorly of comments being like “ I ordered all of these things a year ago and I never got to them”.
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Reply: I feel so bad for Shy, it’s not fair that Emerson lied about their relationship. My heart goes out to her.
I do agree, that it seems like PR’s team is trying to sweep this under the rug as fast as they can. In my opinion, that’s not a good look because it makes it SO obvious that it’s what they’re doing.
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Yellowjackets S1 E7 thoughts
Oh no, I'm getting attached to them. This is no longer teen slasher vibes.
If Van and Taissa don't get that soft pretzel together I am going to die
I'm sure he's trying to let her down gently so she doesn't stab him but the coach X Misty thing still feels super wrong
She really used Randy as a cover though? I'd sooner tell Jackie it was her dad that knocked me up
Did they really have to make us sit through that whole scene with Travis and Nat though?
Jackie has better timeline awareness than the entire pretty little liars writing team. She is a walking, talking, Shauna historian. She caught her out immediately. I'm not saying it's cause they're in love but...
Are the girls about to get attacked by wild animals?
That Sandra Bullock movie is good btw. It's called "while you were sleeping" and it's about a woman who manifests a relationship with her crush while he's in a comma.
If the reporter is tied up in Misty's basement then either she has a partner or she's not part of the blackmail plot. It could be one of the girls we haven't seen yet. Like maybe adult Lottie or Van...though I still think Lottie dies.
Reporter really overestimated how much Misty actually cares about Travis
Why is Shauna so secretive with that diary? Tell me she wasn't dumb enough to write who her baby's father is in that.
The blackmailer is definitely a guy. At least from the back it looks like a guy. Is it Jeff? It feels like everyone they know is trying to get the truth out of them.
How did they keep going after the red river?
Genuinely asking cause that can't be a good sign.
How did they see a whole red river and think that's not enough of a sign and decide to keep going until maybe they encounter the red smoke?
Is Shauna doing that at home or in some motel room or whatever? Cause I'm worried about her getting caught. Also by not checking if her husband is covered in glitter we can't confirm or deny his involvement, so I'm not convinced he's innocent.
Misty continues to carry the group.
Also considering there's no mention of his brother, and since they didn't immediately go looking for him after he died, I'm gonna assume he died out there too.
He should have hid under the bed. What if her husband wanted to change clothes?
Also Jeff is sooo shady. Like I feel like they want us to believe he's out sleeping around and that's why they showed him rent a hotel room with another woman, so we wouldn't suspect he's in on the blackmailing thing, but if I've learned anything from pretty little liars, itf someone has an alibi; no they don't. He could be in England and still be A somehow.
Do they have another hamper in the bathroom or does Jeff just wear his undies in the shower? Cause he was taking everything else off.. I bet he was hiding glitter in his undies. I bet that's why he left them on. That or some sex thing. He's definitely hiding something.
Natalie is probably self-sabotaging here. I'm guessing it's to show she really does like whatshisname. I'm still rooting for her to get with Misty anyway though so I'm glad if that thing is ending.
TELL ME SHE WAS NOT STUPID ENOUGH TO REVEAL THE BABY'S PATERNITY THROUGH A FUCKING DIARY ENTRY
Those were definitely wolf sounds
IS VAN BEING DRAGGED AWAY BY A WOLF? 😮
HOLLY FUCK IS VAN GONNA DIE?
Oh, I get it. Red smoke = flare
Oh shit oh fuck oh no her face!
Wait, is she fucking dead? Did they just kill her? She can't be! She can't be dead right? Oh god, why isn't she moving? I can't even go to sleep now, I need to watch more
I mean, on the upside: they have some food now. But at what cost?
Misty's there. Misty can save Van. Misty could bring her back from the jaws of death. House has nothing on Misty. In Misty we trust. Please Misty don't let me down.
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OMG NOO NEXT WEEK ON THIRSDAY RIGHT IS THE FINAL EPISODE RIGHT (i think so im not sire tho) AND EXACTLY AT THE TIME THE EPISODE STARTS I HAVE THERAPY LIKE BRO I PREFER TO WATCH BOYS PLANET CRYING MY GUTS OUT AND ALMOST FAINTING INSTEAD OF GOING TO YOUUUU LIKE YOU DONT EVEN HELP ME MAN anyway i lied to my therapist 3 times already and i feel bad. im a pathological liar or whatever its called so i believe my own lies roght and tell them all the time and make up new lifes/perosnalities that way and i need to tell him about it but idk how because i dont want him to know that i lied to him👲 he thinks im smart, kind and everything but a liar, BADDIE🤭, actuslly dumb af and rude to almost everyone. i just hope soon i wont need to go to him anymore🫶🫶 oh and he forgets always everything sbout me so its easier for me to lie to him but i dont want to LIKE BROO??? this is the only place i can actually talk with no lies because im anonymous and everybody can think what they want but they dont know who i am ykykyk?? this should be a motivation to lie even more actuslly since its anonymous and NOBODY knows who i am but no its the other way around for me👍btw the only thing my therapist did what didnt helped me at all but was „okay” from him like the good „okay” was that he said fuck the prople that are racist to me💪💪
no look i'm going to try and advice you for the best as someone who've been seeing therapist for years.
BESTIE YOU NEED TO CHANGE THAT DAMN THERAPIST 🫵🏼 idk the situation in your country regarding this, in France where i live it's kinda hard to find another one. if it's not the case where you are, try and look for another one. when you don't get the vibe with your therapist, he will most likely not be able to help you because you're not comfortable enough to tell him the truth. you say it yourself, he doesn't remember shit about what you tell him, and i just think there is no point in going to him if it's like this.
don't get me wrong tho!! you shouldn't miss your appointements. i mean, i don't know if you're struggling with being a pathological liar or if you have other issues that just makes you feel worse. if that's the case, i'd recommand you don't miss your appointment and you'll watch the finale later 🫶🏼 as someone who suffers from mental illnesses as well, seeing my therapist (even when i have trouble with him...) helps me keep in touch with the fact that i can settle for something else than losing to my troubles. if you really have a illness that could be a danger to your life if you miss that appointment, please go. i insist on that and i wouldn't want you to end up feeling bad for temporary satisfaction. it's the worst feeling.
however, if you feel like you can go on without this week, just don't go! it's up to you, evaluate your situation to make the best decision. i care about you and i hope everything will be okay so update me about it baddie 🫶🏼
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Hi, could you talk more about how you got out of christianity? I’m struggling with it as a radfem and lesbian which has caused me to internalize so so much homophobia and misogyny. I guess my main concern is about that god being the “one true god” and about revelations. There are some guys (wendigoon for example) who say that god has been helping women at that time (one that comes to mind is Leviticus 27:6, where god supposedly set a women’s value lower so it would be easier to reach because they were given little to no money back then). Honestly I’m still struggling with this whole religion and faith thing, I’ve gone back and forth dozens of times and I just want it to end.
For me, it went like this - I didn't just "leave" Christianity, I matured away from it once I left for grad school. It couldn't have happened anyway.
I was raised in a very traditional South Indian Christian home. I grew up reading the Bible, especially the Old Testament, which I found myself reading a lot as a young girl because my parents couldn't always buy me books, and I was a kid who loved to read. By age 9-10, I'd read most of the Old Testament, and I remember the extremely misogynistic laws of Deutoronomy and Leviticus often incensed me. It's odd that as a young girl, I recognised the sexism in religion and religious texts much more than I would in my teenage and young adult days. I don't think I am the only one either, this is very likely a female experience, as young, unhindered, children we have a much clearer view of the misogyny of religion, but we grow up to accept it as the truth by adolescence and adulthood, unless circumstances arise that make us start to question it. This was how it was for me. All the guilt and insecurity of adolescence and the repression of Malayali culture made me "turn to Jesus" and start taking my faith very seriously, to the point of OCD. I also loved conspiracy theories and stuff like Rapture theology and Young Earth theory, which I read about in the American Evangelical and right-wing websites I trawled from my home in Kerala. I was hooked on that shit. Things got better in my late teens as I stopped spending as much time on religious shit and went to college, but it wasn't until I was 22-23 that I really looked back faced all of that head-on and started realising that I didn't need any of it, and moreover, it's doing me a lot of harm, as well as making me a hypocrite.
Once you realise that there is no way Christianity (or any religion) is true, you just get used to the idea of there not being a God. You also realise that you were right as a child - God and religion are extremely sexist, and are intentionally so. Patriarchal religion is designed to function as a system of mental slavery for women. Getting us to accept it will make us more compliant in a male-supremacist society. Everything that you do - be it reading a book that opens your eyes and mind to women's rights and realities, spending a nice afternoon with your girlfriend and having sex with her because you love her, getting an education, bettering yourself, making a nice life worth living for yourself, perhaps with a wife or gf, all of that you do DESPITE what the Bible tells you to. This shitty religion will never accept you or let you be happy, and that's because it's not for you, it was made for the benefit of your future husband (which it says you are supposed to have btw and shame if you don't). At some point you gotta rid yourself of this toxicity and walk away.
Also the "One true God" is a flaccid clown who's always cartoonishly angry and vengeful because of various unreasonable things. Women don't need religion, religion needs women, to silently comply with it. The God of the Bible for me is really starting to look, speak, and act like an abusive, entitled husband trying to claim ownership of things he never created. I don't think he created shit, he's merely a liar, and an imaginary construct of male religion to usurp women's role in creating and bringing forth life. Religions are always anti-reality and doesn't accept natural phenomena like homosexuality, or especially death. It reflects male nature, men can't accept death because they can't create life like we can. So they try making up stories where a male God created everything, while all God does is claim that he created things that already existed in the Universe. Just like men claim the ownership of children that women birthed.
There is no God, prophet, or Messiah that will survive if women refuse to believe. If we walk out they gonna freak out lmaooo. Try it, and get your girlfriends, daughters, and female friends and relatives to try it too. ;)
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I loved you, I wanted to be with you through your disability and downs and ups and the highs and lows of life.
You manipulated me and everyone. You lied about me and to me, constantly.
You cheated on me and left.
You hurt me in all the ways you knew would hurt the most and then had the audacity to berate me for asking for clarification and trying to understand and reaching out to the only person I had left after everything you did. You isolated me from my friends one by one until there was only you and wondered why I kept trying to talk to you and fix things with you right through everything? Even now that door isn't shut! Oh man distressed husband texts and messaged wife who cheated and left without explanation trying to fix things. I NEVER tried to hurt you, I was never physically violent to you, near you, or even around you because of your past trauma. I never raised my voice around you except when you literally asked me to, at your mom because of how 'Abusive' she was too!
Your boyfriend you cheated with though? The one who punched holes in the wall the first time you hung out? The one who yells in anger all the time and has a history of blacking out into physical fights? The one who has killed animals not realizing his own strength? Sure. Makes sense.
You demanded total financial transparency from me and the thing we last fought over when you screamed how we were getting a divorce over was something we had already discussed! That I was completely transparent and open about! And then you got mad at me for saying I wasn't sure you were coming back? After the way you left? You can't gaslight that hard.
And thats what this boils down to. Everything that happened blew up in your face, because you were a habitual liar. You tried to lie to your friends about me while very obviously seeing Brian BEFORE YOU EVEN LEFT ME! Your friends were the ones to tell me what you did and were doing! You were ON CAMERA ON TOP OF HIM! THATS WHY KELLY KICKED YOU OUT!
The only person to do anything illegal with storage was you by the way. Destroying or disposing of marital property while in the process of seperation or divorce is very illegal. What I did where I changed the code and removed your name from the locker was only to instill a sense of accountability. You had access to the locker, you just walk in the doors, the lock was never changed. But if you threw away anything else or broke anything else you would be on camera and you would be responsible.
I never had to be the middle man once you were back on the storage agreement btw. That was an unnecessary burden upon myself and a responsibility I did not consent to. Sending me the money for the locker wasn't something I could handle. Im not working so the December payment you sent me went into an overdrafted account. Thats why it didn't go through. I overdrafted again to pay it when you showed up. That wasn't illegal of me. And there is no more order of protection. It was dismissed. At a court date you couldn't be bothered to attend.
You're an abusive lying jerk, your friends made their own decisions based on their own observations and knowledge. I was the one in the dark.
You play stupid games and win stupid prizes. I'm divorcing you. We will never see or speak to each other again. I will not let you abuse me ever again. I have spent too long learning what abuse is and how to heal from it to ever let you gaslight, manipulate, or hurt me again. You get nothing from me. You don't get to avoid accountability forever just cause it inconveniences you. You don't get to blame shift when I'm gone. You don't get to win a game only you were playing. I am a human being who loves you. You treated me like some ego trip game to see how much you could take from me before I crumbled. Congrats. Play your highschool manipulations on someone else. I never consented to being in this game. And I don't consent to your narrative. Because The Objective Truth doesn't change based on how you want things to be. I wasn't abusive. You were. I never cheated on my spouse. But you did. I never isolated you. You did that to me and then to yourself.
I'm done. Leave me alone.
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hi!! ik you’re in a healthy happy relationship now, so i feel awful for bringing this up. but i remember when i first followed you you were still with your ex who cheated on you multiple times. i really applaud you for being so open with us about that btw!! anyways, i might have just found out my boyfriend of 2 years cheated on me almost a year ago. it was while we were “broken up” because he thought i had cheated on him (very long story). we both knew we weren’t officially broken up yet though and that he just needed time to come to terms with things and figure out if he could trust me, which he ended up doing. ik he was extremely emotional and hurt back then, and a part of me always told myself that if he had done anything to “get back at me” that i could forgive it as long as he was honest with me about it when we decided to stay together and move past the rumor that i cheated on him. i asked him multiple times if he did anything and explained to him that i’d be understanding of it but he always promised he didn’t. but a few weeks ago one of his friends came to me and told me he did do something with someone else while we were “broken up” but it was a 1 time thing and he didn’t know exactly what happened between them and he didn’t even know who the girl was. he said he doesn’t have proof of it and that my boyfriend could have been lying to him about it, but that’s all he knew. his friend was kinda weird about it and we were both pretty drunk when he told me. he told me i shouldn’t break up with my boyfriend because we don’t know if it’s true, and he told me not to tell my boyfriend i found out for at least a few weeks which i also found odd. as soon as i got home and sobered up i called my best friend and she told me it sounded like the friend made it up and she was always skeptical that this friend had a thing for me. so i had no idea what to think. i questioned my boyfriend about it and he seemed so confused and told me the friend was lying. he cut that friend off and i have as well, but i still don’t know what to believe. i found out that same friend went and lied about me to someone else, so now ik he’s a liar in general. but idk if he was lying about this. i feel like if my boyfriend cheated he would have come clean or i definitely would have found out by now because i’m kinda crazy and i find everything out naturally. ig my question here is- when you found out your ex cheated on you, and you knew you weren’t ready to stay with him, how did you tolerate dating him and gaining trust back? ik my situation is a little different if my boyfriend cheated considering the circumstances (still doesn’t make it ok) but i don’t think i’m ready to break up if he did cheat on me. but i’ve never been cheated on and i don’t think i could ever trust or love him the same again so idk? i also don’t know if i should even be worried about this rn. even my best friend who is always 100% honest and has no reason to defend my boyfriend told me the story his friend told me seems like a lie to just get a chance with me. so idkkk what do you think of this whole thing? what should i do?? thank you 🤍🤍 i hope you’re having a safe and good move!! :)
hi love! well first of all thank you!! that's so sweet. this is what I would do if I were you- I would first have a very CALM conversation with your boyfriend and just be like I cannot stop thinking about it and its driving me crazy, I will get over it but I just am going to ask you one more time if you hu with someone during that rough patch. next I would actually talk to that friend that told you. I would reach out to him and be like hey its been really bugging me since you told me that and I need to know the truth please tell me all the details you have. if he doesn't have any details then he probably is lying but I would still deff ask. your situation is different because my boyfriend and I were extremely toxic and looking back I was just too insecure to leave him. you are and your boyfriend were on a break or whatever you wanna call it and he might have done something out of spite. to be completly honest, if he did do something I wouldn't break up with him over it. the thing that would bother me the most is if he lied about it. but ask him and talk to that friend (dont tell your bf your asking that friend) lmk what happens! and thank you I cant wait to tell you guys about the move!!
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how did the haikyuu fandom go from like, a handful of black and white sakuatsu manga panels to a fUCKING SEVEN THOUSAND TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN (and counting) ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN FANFICTIONS WITH ONE OF THEM PUBLISHED IN 2020 AND ALREADY GAINING 226,468 (and counting) HITS Y'ALL SAKUSA KIYOOMI AND MIYA ATSUMU HAVE NOT EVEN MET IN THE ANIME YET BRUH THE POWER THESE TWO HOLD I-
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Kirishima Eijirou x Sibling!Reader
A/N: This was inspired by a youtube video, but I changed it up. I’ll put the link at the end of this A/N. Anyway, requests are welcome, no smut, but I do write one-shots/fanfics and headcanons. You can also send in questions if you want to, I’m bored. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, I have dyslexia and Englisch is not my mother language. The video is an ASMR video btw in an age regression setting.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2UIhcHeAupU&t=670s
What: Angst, Fluff, Screaming, Being wrongly accused, Crying.
Word count: 2668
~3rd person pov.~
A few days ago Eijirou lashed out on you, saying some nasty things. Of course he apologized, especially when he found out it was a misunderstanding on his part, but you've been acting off ever since.
You're less cheery and the sparkles in your eyes have dulled significantly. It worries him, but he doesn't know what to do to fix it since he isn't entirely sure what caused your odd behavior, he has a hunch, but he isn't sure.
Right now you're up in your room and Eijirou's is on his way to his own room. As he walks past your room he hears you faintly talking, which is confusing cause the conversation sounds one sided.
He walks over to your door and slightly opens it. Peeking around the corner and into your room he sees you sitting in the middle of your room. It seems you're talking to something or someone, but it's hard for him to see because your back is facing the door.
''Do you think I’ve been behaving good enough, Mister Fluff?'' He hears you ask softly and the name you used informs him you're talking to the stuffed animal he got you a few years ago.
He had bought it for your fourth birthday and it's been your favorite since. It's a bright red, fluffy dog that is about a meter from head to butt.
''Nii-san seems happier with me, but I don't know if I've been good enough. I should probably try harder, be better. Maybe I should start saying yes or sure instead of okay.'' Your voice sounds sad as you speak and it breaks the redhead’s heart. ''I think I should do that. Maybe it'll make nii-san like me again.''
Eijirou's eyes tear up at that last statement as his heart shatters inside his chest. unconsciously he walks into the room carefully and over to you, he crouches down and wraps his arms around you from behind, holding your small figure close to him as he buries his face in your hair.
A startled yelp leaves you as soon as you feel his arms around you, but once you notice it's your older brother you relax and let him hug you, staring down at the red dog plush you have in your lap, petting the fabric gently like it's a real dog. You can slightly feel Eijirou shake, but the movement is so small you aren't sure he actually is.
''I never stopped liking you, Little Shark.'' He mumbles causing you to freeze up once again.
''....Don't lie. Mommy says it's bad to lie. Ever since the fight you've been acting different around me, I know you don't like me anymore, you said so yourself.''
~Flashback~
''Little Shark! Did you touch my laptop?!'' Eijirou calls as he walks over to the living room where you're watching TV.
''No nii-san. You said I can't touch it unless you give me permission, so of course I didn't. Why?'' You ask, looking away from the TV and at your angry looking older brother.
''Because it's broken and you and me are the only ones home. Now be honest and tell me, did you break my laptop?''
''No, I didn't nii-san.''
''Liar!''
''I'm not lying! I didn't come into your room, I swear!'' You exclaim shocked as you get up and walk closer to him.
''Stop lying! You know you can't lie!''
''I’m not lying!''
''Than how did it break!''
''I don't know!''
''So you did break it!''
''I didn't!''
''Ugh! You can be so annoying and bothersome!'' He exclaims in annoyance as he stares at the ceiling and runs his hands down his face.
''But I didn't even touch it.'' You whisper with wide eyes.
''Just stop lying! Just admit you broke it!''
''I didn't, I swear to god!''
''Don't swear to shit when you're lying! God I hate you so much sometimes!''
''....What?'' You whisper so softly he barely hears.
''I said I hate you, that you're annoying and bothersome! You're the worst sibling someone could ever have! What did I do to deserve having you as my sibling?! Why can't you just ever tell the truth and do as told?! Why do you always have to cross the fucking lines?!''
''Nii-san yo-''
''SHUT UP!! Go to your room and don't you dare come out ‘till you can tell me the truth!''
''I am! I didn't break it!'' You exclaim as a single tear falls.
''GO TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM!!!''
You shrink back at how loud he yells and scramble up to your room, tears blurring your vision as they stream down your face like waterfalls. Reaching your room you run inside, slam your door shut and sit in the corner as you hug Mister Fluff close and sob into his fabric.
Downstairs Eijirou releases a loud, frustrated sigh before he heads up to his room, stress organizing it to try and calm himself down. As he's cleaning he finds a note with the handwriting of the female who cleans the house, asking him to call her when he finds the note. Frowning Eijirou grabs his phone and dials her number.
''Ah, Eijirou, you found the note. Thank god.'' Yumi's familiar voice sighs in relieve as soon as she picks up.
''Hey, I did find the note. Is something wrong? Did something happen?'' Eijirou asks, confused as to why he has to call her.
''Do you remember my grandchild?''
''You mean Takumi? I remember him, did something happen to him?''
''No, but I took him to work today because his parents were at work and I had to babysit him because no one else could.''
''That's fine, sometimes that happens. I thought mom and dad said you could?''
''I know, but you know how boys can be curious and touch things they aren't supposed to.''
''I do, I myself used to do that a lot.'' Eijirou frowns, not really knowing what Yumi is getting at.
''Well, he went into your room and broke your laptop. He wanted to ask if he could use it and picked it up, but he dropped it when he tripped over his laces. I'm so sorry. I'll of course cover the cost and everything.'' She cries over the phone.
''I'm sure you will.'' Eijirou says as his eyes widen in shock.
''I'm sorry. He's just so clumsy sometimes.''
''It's fine. Things like that happen.''
''I'll pay for everything and I'll make sure he's punished.''
''Hey, it's okay. We can go over what we'll do with costs later, but accidents happen. Just, tell him to be careful with other peoples stuff and that he shouldn't pick up things that aren't his unless he has permission.''
''Of course, I will do that!''
''Now, I have to go. We'll talk later.''
''Is something wrong? Are you mad at him?! I can punish him! You don't have to spare him because he's my grandchild!''
''It's fine, Yumi, I'm not mad at him, I swear. I just have a little situation over here which I need to fix. We'll talk later, okay?''
''Okay.''
''Bye Yumi.''
''Bye Eijirou.''
''Shit!''
Eijirou throws his phone onto his bed and speed walks over to your room, hearing sobs which grow louder the closer he gets. Reaching your room he opens the door and his heart breaks at the sight of you sobbing your eyes out as you shake uncontrollably.
''Little Shark....''
He feels his gut twist and heart break even more at the way you flinch and try making yourself smaller, trying to muffle your uncontrollable sobs. Carefully he walks closer and crouches down in front of your small figure.
''Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Yumi told me what happened, I should have believed you. I’m so sorry Sharky.'' He whispers, reaching out to but halting his movement when you move away from his touch. ''Sharky....''
Eijirou feels his own eyes tear up at the sight of you sobbing and moving away from him, as if you're scared off him. He sits down on the floor, staring at you helplessly as he tries figuring out what to do to make it up to you.
''I didn't mean the things I said, I swear. I..... I should have believed you. You're always good and never really lie about things like this. I was just so mad my laptop broke, seeing I use it a lot for school and really need it. I'm not mad anymore though, not at you at least.'' He rambles as he tries locking eyes with you, but failing.
''Can you please look at me, Little Shark?'' You weakly glance at him and he wobbly smiles at you. ''There those beautiful eyes are. I'm really sorry, I should have never yelled at you or said the things I said. I've just been so stressed. I have a lot of tests soon and I can barely sleep. That's no excuse, I know that.
I just wanted you to know. God I fucked up so bad. I really hurt you, didn't I, Sharky? Oh who am I kidding, of course I did. I'm so sorry, I'll never yell at you like that again, okay? I-I'll buy you something you really want to make it up to you. We can go get ice cream or watch a movie or anything. Just stop crying please.'' He rambles in a pleading tone as he flails his arms around.
''Do you really hate me?'' You sniffle softly after a bit.
''No! No, I love you with my whole heart. I could never hate you, Little Shark. You're the best sibling I could ever wish for and I hate that I just told you all those awful things I didn't even mean.''
You stare at him, searching his eyes as you slightly uncurl yourself. The action causes a smile to appear on Eijirou's face as he moves closer, opening his arms hesitantly, silently asking for a hug. Slowly you move closer and hug him tightly, burying your face in his chest. He's quick to wrap his arms around you and hold you close.
''I'm so sorry, Little Shark. I didn't mean anything I said when I was mad. I love you.''
You don't reply and silently sit in his lap, letting him cradle you as you feel your eyes getting heavy and closing against your will.
~flashback over~
''I didn't mean that, Little Shark. I was just mad because I thought you broke my laptop and were lying to me, saying you didn't.''
''But you said you hate me and that I am the worst sibling ever and that I'm only a bother and annoying.'' You whisper as your eyes tear up, remembering how he had yelled at you with so much hate in his eyes.
''And I'm sorry, I didn't mean those things. I thought we cleared this?'' Eijirou whispers as he lets go of you and goes to sit in front of you, seeing the tears about to spill from your eyes.
''We did, but I know that deep down you meant what you said, that you thinking I broke your laptop was just an excuse to say what you really think.'' You say, looking him in the eyes as the tears fall from your eyes.
''That's not true, Little Shark, not at all. You're the best sibling ever and I love you.'' A gentle smile adorns his face as he reaches out to wipe away your tears as your figure shakes. ''I explained why I said what I said, didn't I?''
''You did.'' You mumble as you look down at your lap.
''And you forgave me, right?''
''I did.''
''So why are you saying you need to be better and that I did mean the things I said? You are perfect the way you are and all the mean things I said weren't true.''
''Because your eyes looked so angry and... And like you meant it and....... It hurt me. It made me think you hate me and don't want me as your sibling and then you keep acting so off, like you just apologized to make me feel better and that you didn't mean it and that....... That you do hate me.'' You softly sniffle as you wipe at your eyes.
''Little Shark........''
''Is it true? Did you only apo-ologize to make me feel bette-er?'' You softly sob as you look at him with broken eyes.
''No! I apologized because I meant it. I..... I just feel so guilty for what I did that I don't really know what to do to make it up to you. The way you acted and looked at me that day made me realize just how much my words affected you and I knew it would leave marks. I want to make it up to you so the marks are as small as possible.'' He explains as he pulls you onto his lap.
''Maybe I should have communicated that, that I want to make it up and that I love you. I.... I just feel so bad, I don't..... God..... I really screwed up, huh?'' He asks as the tears fall from his eyes and his hold tightens.
''I always thought I..... I always believed that I was a good guy, that I would never hurt people like so many hurt me, but... I just hurt you just the way others hurt me. I said the worst things I could ever say to you and..... I just know they'll hunt you for ever, that the words will never leave. That a part of you will always believe those words are the truth.
I regret every single word, but.... Just saying sorry won't fix the damage I made. I.... I said I hated you, my favorite person in the world. I...... I said you were the worst and that you can't do anything right. I don't know why I said that, I wish I never said those things. I wish I could go back in time and stop myself from saying any of the things I said.
I am the worst sibling. I hate myself for what I did to you. You're only eight and now I'll be the reason you'll doubt your own self worth. I'll be the reason you will hate yourself in the future. Why can't I do anything right?'' He sobs as he holds you close and shakes violently.
''Nii-san?'' You whisper softly, both in shock and confusion.
''Hmm?''
''You're a good nii-san. You always think of me first, you're super strong and manly and you're always here for me. I'm not mad about the things you said to me, they just hurt. Cause I know nii-san can be really stressed from school, so I try to not be that much of a bother and to make sure you can relax when at home.
When you said those things I..... I thought I failed at that part and I still kinda do, but I guess deep down I know you didn't mean what you said, but the words have been said and they hurt. I know you're sorry however and regret what you said. So I forgive you. I just need to heal in my own way. I love you nii-san.''
''I love you too, Little Shark, so much. And you always do such a good job and making me relax, it just spilled that day.''
''I know.'' You whisper as you cuddle up to him.
The two of you sit there for a while, Eijirou holding you close as you just let him. Loosening his hold he leans back slightly and smiles at you before kissing your forehead, making it linger.
''Can we do something together nii-san?'' You ask as he pulls back.
''Of course, what do you want to do?''
''Uhm.... Can we play together?''
''Sure, what do you want to play?''
''Heroes! And I'll be the strong and manly Red Riot who saves the hostage which is you!''
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An Artful Revenge pt. 3 (Feysand)
Part of the Damnation Series.
Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2
~Feyre~
I spend three days figuring out what to do with the phone number.
On Day 1, I decided I’d text, not call. It was the cowardly thing to do, but the thought of him answering the phone and putting me on the spot made me want to run and hide.
Day 2 had been plain ole procrastination. I’d gone to the museum on the hope he’d be there, but like he’d said, that really was a horrible way of communicating.
Day 3, I decided, was the day of reckoning. I’d text him today.
Shit, did billionaires even text?
Maybe I should send a properly-formatted memo instead.
And what should I even write? Hey seemed too casual. Hi, maybe? How’s your day going? Wanna make out?
Gods, I’m bad at this.
After another two hours of staring at a blank screen, I send: Dinner tonight?
Then, because I realize I’m a fucking idiot: It’s Feyre, btw.
I throw my phone across the room in embarrassment, and put my head in my hands like that’ll unsend the message, then jump the couch like a hurdle when I hear a ding.
And promptly frown when I read: If you’re going to ask me out, you have to call me like an adult.
I can practically hear his the smile in his voice, and I grit my teeth in annoyance.
But I call him anyway.
“Look who grew up,” he says in lieu of hello, voice gravelly and amused.
“Oh, shut up. Do you want to buy me dinner or not?”
He laughs at that, the sound making my lips twitch. “I would love to buy you dinner. But only because I can’t bear the thought of you eating Ramen for the third time this week.”
Narrowing my eyes and glancing around like a fugitive, I try to figure out how the hell he knows I’ve been surviving on reheated, soggy noodles for the past week.
I don’t have the chance to ask before he declares, “I’ll pick you up at six. Oh, and check your doorstep.”
The line clicks dead ominously, and I glance suspiciously at my front door.
Tiptoeing over, I peek outside, eyes going wide when I see a package leaning against the brick side of the building.
How long has that been here? I got the mail yesterday, so it had to come today, but... how did he know I’d call today? Is he Batman or something?
I grab the package, roll my eyes at the big red bow on top, and put it on the counter. Then I pick it back up and shake it like that’ll tell me what he’s up to.
But the curiosity starts to kill me, and I rip into the pretty packaging like a feral animal, unable to wait another second. A shiny black box is inside, and I flip the top open, eyebrows flying up when I look inside.
The dress is blood red and looks fitted and beautiful. But that isn’t what surprises me. It the thin, lacy underwear with a note attached. A note that reads, in Rhysand’s slashy, distinct handwriting, These are optional.
The feminist in me flares, and I decide right then and there to make him eat those words.
~
When six o’clock comes around, I’m prepped and ready for battle.
My hair is done, my makeup pristine, and the dress is hugging every curve and propping my boobs up to sit nicely on my chest. I don’t typically give myself compliments, but I look damn good. And more than that, I feel good.
I also don’t typically wear bold makeup, but I’ve thrown that rule out the window.
My lips match the dress, a dark, ruby red that makes my skin look pale in comparison. I’m complete shit at eyeliner, but I put enough mascara on to frame my eyes and make the blue pop against the red of my lips and dress.
I look like a mix between a pinup girl and a vampire, basically.
Knowing how punctual he is, as soon as the clock on my phone reads 7:00, I swing the door open and smile broadly.
Rhysand pauses, fist halfway to where the door was, and uses a long moment to take me in. His eyes linger on my lips, the exposed cleavage, the sweep of my hips. His mouth drops open slightly, but before he can speak, I step out and lock the door behind me.
“The problem with your chauvinistic little plan to tell me what to wear, Rhysand,” I tell him, slipping the lace he’d gifted me into his pants pocket and accidently feeling him up, “Is that now you know I’m not wearing any underwear.”
“It was a flawed plan, I admit.” He swallows, eyes narrowing on my hips like he can sense if I’m telling the truth. “But the important thing is to not stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reasons for existing.”
I roll my eyes. “Quoting Einstein now to make yourself feel smart?”
He smiles at that. “Stop calling me on my shit, Feyre. Let’s go.”
I take his hand, happy with myself for winning this round, and let him pull me down the street. He stops in front of a dark, speedy looking car. “Beefcakes busy tonight?”
He gives me a strange look, then laughs loudly. “His name is Rolando.”
Still chuckling, he opens the door for me before walking around to his side. The car’s low to the ground and dark inside, and it makes a loud, rumbling sound when he turns it on.
He grins, almost like he can’t help it, and I laugh. “Boys and their toys.”
Rhysand pulls out of the spot smoothly, driving slowly because of the traffic. He reaches over and puts a hand on my thigh, just below the hem of the dress.
It’s warm and wonderful and casual enough to not mean anything, but I’ve made it my goal tonight to make him cry like a baby, so I swat it away. “Don’t even start.”
“Start what?”
I look over at him and smile sweetly. “Trying to seduce me.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I link our fingers together and rest them on the center consol. “Where are we going?”
“New York.”
My mouth drops open. “Um, what? That’s like a twelve hour drive.”
“We’re not driving.”
I gesture around us with my free hand. “Yes, we are.”
“You are such a little smartass tonight. We are currently driving, but we aren’t driving to New York. And before you ask, the answer is yes.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “To what question?”
“If it’s my plane.”
I drop his hand and throw both of mine up in frustration. “Okay what gives? Did you stick a chip in my head or something?”
He smiles, pulling onto the interstate smoothly. Even though it’s not as crowded, he still drives slower than I’d expected when I saw the car. “Your face is very easy to read.”
“It is not,” I argue, my face instantly finding insult with that statement.
“Yes, it is. I’ll prove it to you. Tell me two truths and a lie, and I bet I can guess which one is the lie.”
“What’s the bet?”
He takes his eyes off the road to give me a very male look. I narrow my eyes, picking up on the innuendo in his gaze, and he laughs.
“And if I win?” I ask, taking in his profile while he drives and trying not to sigh at how handsome he is. Such a nice jawline.
“I’ll answer three of the questions you’re dying to ask.”
Oh, he knows me too well for this. His smile grows because he knows I’m a fish gladly swallowing the hook, but still asks, “Do we have a deal?”
“Deal.”
I take a few minutes to think of facts about myself.
“I had a pet goat when I was little, my best friend’s a lesbian, and I think Mick Jagger is sexy.”
They’re the three most random things I could think of, things he’d have absolutely no way of knowing.
But the damn bastard still says immediately, “Your best friend isn’t a lesbian.”
My mouth drops open because technically, she’s bi, and I make a strangled sound of disbelief that makes him grin. “I told you. You’re a bad liar. Shame, I could tell you really wanted to ask those questions.”
“I hate you,” I tell him, beyond annoyed myself.
He pulls off the highway and turns, leading us out to a dusky private airfield I--shockingly--never knew was behind the airport. Rhysand slows to a stop and looks over at me, then leans slowly to press his lips to mine.
It’s warm and sweet and soft, but I feel it all the way to my toes.
He ruins the moment by murmuring, “I’ll take my reward later, by the way.”
I shove him over to his side of the car and climb out, then realize I don’t know where to go. We’re surrounded by expensive looking planes, one of which is obviously owned by the billionaire trying to get in my pants, but I don’t know which one.
I glance back over my shoulder at him, and he smirks and points at the one to our right.
“Are you seriously taking me to New York?”
I kind of thought he’d been joking, but he nods. “My favorite restaurant is there.”
“You're ridiculous.”
“More like hungry,” he argues, holding out a hand to gesture up the open steps leading in the plane.
I stay where I am, casting a curious glance up the stairs. It looks nice and shiny in there, but no matter how nice and shiny, it’s basically a steel death trap.
Even though I can feel his eyes on me and desperately want to hide this fact about myself, I can’t step up.
And because he’s an observant little asshole, he notices. “You’re afraid to fly.”
“Um, well, not afraid-”
“You’ve never flown before.”
I nod, blushing from embarrassment. I mean, it’s obvious he flies all the time if he has his own plane, and I’m small town enough to have never even been in one.
“Don’t be embarrassed. My first time flying was three years ago, Feyre.”
My face must look doubtful, because he nods. “I’m serious. I never saw the point until a business rivalry made me feel inadequate. I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable. We can go somewhere else.”
He’s sweet to offer, but... I want to go. I’ve never been to New York, and when am I going to get an offer like this again?
“I’m... uh... are you sure about this thing?” I reach out and grab the handle of the stairs, shaking it to see if it’ll fall off or something.
“Yes.”
There’s no argument, no doubt in his voice. And I know it’s irrational, but-
Strong arms wrap around my waist and heft me up, and I yelp as Rhysand flings me over his shoulder and my head comes very close to his ass. “What are you doing?”
“Kidnapping you. You obviously want to go, and I’d hate to miss the reservations.”
“Rhysand, wait, hold on a second.” He ignores me entirely and walks up the stairs and inside the plane, even stopping to shake hands with the pilot. I’m dropped in a plush chair, and before I can object, a seatbelt is around my waist.
“See?” He gestures around. “Like a living room.”
“In the sky!”
He shrugs like that’s an irrelevant detail, looking back over his shoulder and gesturing again to the pilot. I peek around him to see the door seal closed, then the gentle-looking man disappears in the control room.
“He’s the one flying this thing?” I mean, he looked competent enough, but...
I start freaking out.
Rhysand slips his jacket off, throwing it over the back of a seat before sliding into it, gentle grace and luxury lining his every movement. His eyes roam over me slowly, and I can tell he’s about to try and distract me before he even says, “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks,” I pant back, gripping the arms of the seat with white knuckles.
Plan A having failed, he swiftly moves onto B. “Are you really not wearing underwear?”
B, I have to admit, does a decent job of momentarily distracting me from my inevitable death. “I thought you said I’m easy to read.”
He smirks. “Tell me anyway. I won the bet, remember?”
“I remember you never specified the terms, so-”
I cut myself off as the plane starts rolling, and if I had half a mind to care, I’d worry my painted nails are about to bust through the soft leather of his chair.
I feel like fucking throwing up or stabbing him or running far away or crying.
Rhysand, on the other hand, looks completely relaxed, sprawled casually in the seat across from me.
The plane makes a slow turn, then pauses. Apprehension sweeps over me, and I groan and look at the ceiling.
“Allow me to rectify that horrible mistake. My prize is... a kiss.”
Despite the nausea, I raise a brow and looks at him suspiciously. “You want to kiss me? That’s it?”
“Mmhm. Right now. Close your eyes.”
“But the plane-”
He shrugs and waves a hand. “Just close your eyes, love.”
I shut up and close my eyes, slightly pursing my lips and waiting patiently. I hear a shuffle, feel the warmth of his body come close to mine. My breath draws shallow in anticipation, goosebumps appearing on my arms.
There’s another pause, and I’m about to open my eyes to see where he went, but then the plane attempts to break the sound barrier and takes off, and I’m thrown back against the seat.
At the same time, I feel a kiss on the inside of my knee.
My eyes fly open to find Rhysand kneeling in front of me, hands bracketing my thighs. I open my mouth to say something, but he growls, “Close. Your. Eyes.”
The frank demand in his voice gives me no option, and as soon as I do, he kisses my thigh again in reward.
“Now spread your legs.”
The plane goes faster and faster. “Rhysand...”
He sighs, a long-suffering sound that makes me giggle as I once again do what he wants. I mean, really, why was I even hesitating?
It’s obvious what he’s doing, and even though it’s not safe in the slightest, I’m well on board with the idea.
His hands move to my knees, then glide up, pushing the tight hem of the dress up. He’s pressing open-mouth kisses to my thighs as he goes, and then his hands slide up another inch, and my lack of undergarments are revealed.
“Fuck, Feyre,” he says, like my going commando was my idea, not his.
I’m about to point that out when he leans forward and put his mouth on me. At the same time the plane lifts off the ground.
I’m torn between panic and ecstasy. The combination makes me light headed, and a rush of adrenaline hits my system, making me gasp.
I try to sit up straighter in the seat, but he’s holding my hips in a death grip and pulls them the other way. I slide down, thighs falling further open. He slips his shoulders under them, completely in control of the situation, and all I can do is grip his hair and enjoy the ride.
His mouth is insistent and confident against me and makes me finally stop thinking about dying in a fiery plane crash.
He slides a hand up my thigh, somehow able to hold me still with just one, then presses a finger inside me. I groan and pull on his hair, squirming underneath his grip, but it’s useless.
Rhysand holds tight, his strong hands preventing me from moving, as he devours me completely. I make a helpless sound, but he doesn’t take mercy.
I think, instead of the crash, I’ll die from this instead.
I think I’ll just burn and burn and burn from the fire he’s ignited in my blood.
His name slips past my lips, and he pauses, then becomes even more demanding. I’m being adored, worshipped, eaten like a ice cream sundae.
Another finger slips inside me as his mouth sucks softly, and I come with a cry, practically strangling him with my thighs.
He keeps moving, kissing me softly, until my thighs go limp and I fall back into the seat with a huff.
He leans back on his heels, hands braced on my thighs, and runs his tongue across his lower lip in a way that makes me almost come again. Realization of what he just did courses through me, and I blush, well aware that my lady bits are still on display.
“Flying isn’t so bad after all.”
Rhysand laughs, pressing one last kiss to my knee before gently pulling my dress back into place. Then he sits back in his seat, crosses his legs, and looks me over slowly.
“Well, that was definitely a faulty plan, because now I don’t even want to go to dinner.”
“No?”
“No.”
The heat in his gaze sends a thrill through me, because suddenly, I don’t even care about New York. I want him to land this plane and take me home and give me a repeat of what just happened.
But now it’s abundantly clear that if I went home with him, I wouldn’t walk out with my sanity. So, once again a coward, I deflect. “Well, too bad. I’m hungry.”
He says something I can’t quite hear, the way he looks at me tells me not to ask.
“How long is the flight?”
He checks his watch. “About another half hour.” My mind wanders to very... creative ways we could fill that time, and I blush again. “I’m curious to know what you’re thinking about over there.”
His smile says he knows, so I look him over like he often does me and say softly, “I’m thinking about returning the favor.”
His eyes flare, his mind easily following mine, but he maintains his composure. “A half hour isn’t nearly enough time if we start going down that road.”
It takes me more than a second to figure out how to breathe again. “How much time would we need?”
“Days.”
Oh, holy hell.
I’m about to tell him to keep us in the air that long, but he winks and looks away, then presses a button on a remote I hadn’t noticed he was holding. A classy looking woman in a red skirt and matching blouse comes out of the cockpit, wheeling an ice bucket and holding two glasses.
“Good evening,” she says quietly, looking at me kindly but avoiding eye contact with Rhysand entirely as she pours us both champagne. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
Then she’s gone.
I’m about to sip from my glass, but he reaches out and switches his with mine.
Immediately, I steal my original glass back. “I’m not getting poisoned because you pissed her off.”
“What makes you think I pissed her off?”
“She couldn’t even look at you.”
His lips twitch. “I know you’ll find this strange, but some people find me intimidating.”
I scoff, a very ladylike sound, and take a gulp of the champagne. Noticing he still hasn’t drank any of his, I take his glass and sip from it with a raised brow. “Are you going to let me die alone?”
He rolls his eyes and calls me a smartass but drinks from his glass anyway.
“Why are you always so sure someone’s trying to kill you, anyway?”
There’s a long pause, and he seems to be debating if he’s actually going to tell me before he responds, “I have a lot of enemies, Feyre.”
He sounds so unusually serious, like he’s just told me something important.
“I don’t,” I tell him with a sigh, suddenly irritated with my normal life. “I think I’ve grown a bit boring, actually. No one hates me, and I never even have to worry about being poisoned.”
Rhysand chuckles and gives me a strange look. “You’re not boring. And never worrying about being murdered isn’t a terrible thing.”
“I’m boring. I can’t even lie properly.”
“That,” he laughs, “I can’t argue with.”
“New game: I say something, and you guess if it’s a lie. No betting this time.”
He sighs but nods and gives me a get on with it gesture.
Keeping my face completely neutral and making sure my fingers aren’t twitching or any other obvious give away, I say, “I have two sisters.”
“True.”
I narrow my eyes, but take a deep breath and keep my cool. “I tried to learn Italian last summer.”
“Also true, but I’m willing to bet it went poorly.”
A laugh escapes me at that. “It was horrible. I’m complete shit at the accent.” I try to think of other facts about myself and come up short. Gods, I really am boring, aren’t I?
“I’ve never been in love.”
His eyes scan my face. “That’s a lie.”
“It is,” I confirm, looking at his chin and wondering why I even said that in the first place.
He ducks to catch my gaze. “Your ex?”
We’re getting into dangerous territory--even I know you don’t discuss your ex-boyfriend this early in the game--but he doesn’t seem upset or stressed or jealous. He looks... curious. So I shrug and nod.
“What happened?”
Taking another large gulp of champagne, I say, “He wanted to get married, I didn’t. I loved him, but... he was older and wanted something I just wasn’t ready to give him. And then he moved, and I got over it.”
Rhysand’s silent for a beat, a muscle in his jaw twitching, then nods like he understands. “Older, huh? You have a type.”
I laugh at the thought of the two of them being anything alike. “You couldn’t look more different from my ex. And you refused to actually tell me how old you are. ”
He sighs. “I’m seven years older than you.”
Quick math has never been my strong suit, but I figure it out eventually, my mouth dropping open when I do. “You’re twenty-eight?”
He nods in confirmation, and I proceed to lose my mind.
“Just twenty-eight? As in two eight, twenty-eight?”
Another nod, along with a very strange look.
I realize I’m acting just a little bizarre, so I shake my head to clear it and say, “You’re... very impressive, Rhysand.”
When I’m twenty-eight, I’ll probably be just another starving artist, looking for a museum to hire me as a curator and begging people to buy my paintings. I’ll be broke and will have developed an allergy to Ramen from how much I’ll be eating it.
I definitely won’t be a gazillionaire with a private art collection and enough real estate to own half the city of Chicago.
He shrugs uncomfortably, like my bewilderment isn’t deserved, and I can’t resist the temptation to tease him. “You also suck at taking compliments.”
“Yes,” he admits. “But so do you.”
“What? No, I don’t.”
He smiles and braces his elbows on his knees and immediately proceeds to prove me wrong. “You’re far more impressive than me. You’re gorgeous and talented and have a way of looking at the world that makes me feel like I haven’t lived a day of my life properly.”
I blush furiously and look at the ceiling of our death trap, wildly uncomfortable all of a sudden. “You’ve proved your point.”
Rhysand laughs, then glances at his watch. “We should be on the ground soon.”
Almost like he spoke it into being, the plane dips and a mechanical whirring sound meets my ears. Is that supposed to happen? “Oh, fucking hell, you’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“You did try to poison me.”
I give him a nasty look and mutter, “So fucking ridiculous, flying to another city for dinner. Next time, we’re going to Taco Bell.”
He rolls his eyes at my antics, unbuckling and moving to sit next to me. His hand slides into mine, warm and comforting, and I grab onto it like child child running from the boogeyman. His thumb runs over the back of my hand, and I sigh, leaning to put my head on his shoulder.
“Thanks for the dress,” I finally say, remembering my manners.
“It looks good on you. Like I said, I have excellent taste.”
I smile. “I’m waiting on dinner to confirm or deny that.”
Suddenly, there’s a large sound and a bump, then I’m leaning forward as the plane comes screeching to a halt. I press my eyes shut and squeeze the shit out of his hand, but he just keeps running his thumb along my skin, silently comforting me.
The plane comes to an eventual stop, and I peek open my eyes to see him grinning down at me. “Welcome to New York, Feyre darling.”
~
A week after our soiree to the Big Apple, I decide I have a problem.
I like Rhysand way too much to have only known him three weeks.
He’s all I fucking think about.
Which, I guess, isn’t a problem. Being swept off your feet is every little girl’s dream. But it’s getting harder and harder to resist sleeping with him.
I’ve been wined and dined and given searing kisses that make my toes curl, not to mention the whole incident on the airplane, but we haven’t actually had sex. Honestly, I thought I’d cave on the way back from New York, but I ended up passing out in a food coma before the plane even took off, my head nestled in the happy spot between his shoulder and neck.
I definitely want to sleep with him, so much so it makes my eyes cross just thinking about it, but it just scares me how much I like him.
And I know sleeping with him would just make me like him more.
I need a breather, need to get my distance and keep my head or whatever the saying is. I need to calm the fuck down, basically.
So I, being a mature adult, decide to avoid him.
I make it five days.
Five days of missed calls and intentionally unseen smoke signals.
Then he apparently decides to stoop to my level and figure out how to text, because five days after the most extravagant dinner date of my life, my phone dings.
If you ignore one more of my calls, I’m going to buy Dancers in Blue and light it on fire.
I spend exactly eighty-three seconds debating if he’s serious. I mean... surely not, right? I know he’s richer than sin, but he wouldn’t just burn fifty million dollars.
Right?
Rational thought and self preservation be damned, I pick up the phone when it starts to ring.
“That, Rhysand, was emotional manipulation.”
“Yes, it was.” He’s shameless. “Why are you avoiding me?”
“I’m not.” I don’t know why I bother lying, since I’m apparently such shit at it, but I do. “I’ve been busy.”
Yes, very busy with watching nine movies in the past four days.
“With...?”
Inspiration dawns. “My senior project.”
“Oh, really?” A nervous sweat breaks out across my back at the knowing tone of his voice, and I begin to doubt my genius. “What’s the subject?”
“Uh, well-”
“Now that we’ve reestablished you’re a horrible liar, tell me what’s really going on.”
If he were here, I’d strangle him.
Or maybe kiss him.
“I need a few days,” I mutter, upset with myself for being an open book.
“Why?”
His simple question makes me think he doesn’t want space. Is he as into me as I am to him? Is that even possible?
“Because I like you,” I say honestly, having learned my lesson about lying.
Rhysand’s quiet for a long moment, then he chuckles. “I see the issue.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do. Answer the door.”
What? “There’s no one at the door.”
At least there shouldn’t be, because I didn’t invite anyone over.
“Incorrect.”
Eyes already narrowed, I stomp over and fling the door open, practically ripping it off its hinges in my frustration. He’s leaning against the brick stoop, looking sexier than socks on a rooster in a midnight blue shirt and black slacks, smiling at me.
“You are not allowed to avoid me just because you like me,” he states, brushing past me without invitation.
“What do you think you’re doing here?”
He kisses my brow. “I like you, too.”
“Okay, but-”
“And I have cake.” He holds up a clear box, allowing me a glimpse of the fluffy chocolate deliciousness inside.
It’s almost annoying how well he knows me, because chocolate cake is my vice.
I try to think of another protest that won’t que him in to why I’m actually scared, but he cuts me off because of course, he already knows. “I won’t touch you, I promise. Even if you ask.”
My lips twitch. “Even if I ask?”
“Even if you beg,” he states with confidence, strolling into the kitchen like he owns the place. He looks around, face not giving a single detail away as he takes in everything.
Thankfully, I’m not a slob, so the place isn’t dirty, but it’s definitely not a penthouse apartment.
It’s a tiny old townhouse, barely big enough to even be called that. The water is lukewarm, never hot, and I had to just take the smoke detector out of the ceiling so it would stop beeping.
It’s part of my scholarship, and compared to where most college students live, it’s a dream, so I don’t complain.
His eyes roam over half-done canvases and art supplies, pictures of my sisters, random shit I don’t have the heart to throw away.
I sigh and bump him aside with a hip so I can grab two forks, then motion for him to follow me. We head into the living room, and I flop onto the couch dramatically, then motion for him to hand me the cake.
Sitting next to me with far more class, he flips open the lid and hands me a fork. “Chocolate mousse.”
“I’m going to be three hundred pounds if you keep feeding me,” I warn as I take a bite, not at all concerned with that possibility.
“I think you’ll be fine.”
I grab the remote and flip through movies, eventually sighing in defeat and putting on Scarface.
“Seriously?” he asks around a mouthful of cake, fighting a smile.
“It’s my favorite movie, and nothing good’s on anyway.”
He looks at me like I’m the most amusing thing he’s ever come across, but settles down and flings an arm around me. Fighting the urge to tell him this breaks his whole ‘no touching’ rule, I snuggle into his side.
Maybe it’s the cake, or the fact that I’m horrible at staying awake through a movie past eight o’clock, but I drift off to sleep, my face pressed into his chest.
~Rhysand~
I finish the movie--fucking Scarface--even though she fell asleep a while ago.
She’s soft and warm against me, body relaxed into mine without an ounce of hesitation.
She tried to hide it, but I know why she didn’t want to see me.
She’s falling for me.
Which, technically, is the plan.
Technically, everything is going great.
Except she’s fucking worming her way into my heart too. Which is so goddamn annoying, it makes me want to strangle her. Or maybe kiss her.
Being with her is... a wonderful kind of torture.
She’s beautiful and charming and doesn’t look at me with an ounce of fear in her bright blue eyes, but it’s also like holding up a mirror that shows me the worst parts of myself.
I hear her laugh and am reminded of the last time I laughed and loved freely. I see her beautiful soul and compare it to the bleakness of my own.
I look at her blind innocence and force myself to not care that I’ll be the one who robs her of it.
Maybe that’s why I finish the movie. I give myself two hours to sit here and enjoy her company, two hours where she doesn’t hate me or curse the day I was born.
But then the credits role, and I have to pull my head our of my ass and get on with it, no matter how much I don’t want to.
Moving slowly so she doesn’t stir, I lift her into my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck, fingers playing in the hair at my nape, and sighs happily.
I wish she wouldn’t do shit like that.
I wish she was heartless and cruel and cold.
I make my way up the creaky stairs to her room, then put her on the unmade bed, the covers horribly messy around her. The moonlight coming through the open window illuminates her skin and allows me to see how vulnerable she looks.
She’s in tiny little shorts that shouldn’t be legal, and a thin white shirt that does absolutely nothing to hide what’s underneath. Her hair’s a mess around her, her lips are parted, and there’s a calm, peaceful look on her face.
It’s perfect.
It’s horrible.
Taking a deep breath and running a hand through my hair, I tell myself not to care.
But as I take out my phone and snap a picture, my hands still shake.
And as I type the message I’ve been mentally drafting for years, I feel like I’m going to be sick.
But as much as I hate myself for it, a feeling of victory shoots through me as I hit send. Revenge, it seems, really is sweet.
And I’m just getting started.
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what’s your opinion on the recent “confirmed” rising signs of certain idols? i swear they’re just putting in birthdays with no regard for the birth time and calling it a day. shit makes no sense! but i’m the bitch that questions everything unless it adds up. i hate being this way. i need strength in these dark times. what sucks about it tho is that when they give the rising sign out, people don’t question it so they won’t ask for a birth time anymore. also, i doubt idols have the time to get down and dirty with astrology so more often than not i don’t think they’ll care enough to specify or find proper birth time info. the biggest problem here is that i care too much. but i hate when the chart doesn’t add up to the person, ya know? and i feel as though there’s a lot of that.
another big issue is that you can’t always trust the fans that say their time is a certain one. i swear that there’s an idol from the boyz that gave out two different birth times, changing him from either cancer/leo to sag/cap. and with hongjoon from ateez we have a vague post somewhere that claims to know he’s a 29th degree leo rising. this vague ass shit unsettles my 6th house placements and my uranus in 8th. are there any risings you question, even after they’ve been given out? i’d dare to say it’s a taboo thing to do in the astro community. it’s like an unspoken no-no.
I figured I would receive a message like this, as I've seen this topic floating around in the k-astro community for a while. Longer post ahead.
Disclaimer: this is solely my opinion and not directed at anyone specifically.
Am I sceptical about the birth times celebrities (not only idols) give out: Yes, definitely.
I generally don't trust people who just casually and randomly give out their birth time to begin with, because most people really don't know their birth time out of their head (which is fine btw, I didn't either before I got into astrology), and especially since the birth times are suspiciously enough always rounded, it should be clear that mostly they are just vaguely guessed if they are real to begin with. Here comes another big factor to consider, which I think some people possibly haven't considered yet, but idols specifically - which are already bothered by people being too nosy about their life (yes i'm talking about stalkers specifically here) - have to act for their fans a certain way and be likable, they are used to simply giving fans what they want to hear at this point. And I'm not saying every idol/celebrity is fake and a liar but secifically idols are probably so fed up with people being obnoxiously in their life to begin with, that even when people ask for their birth time I can see them just giving out any time to please the fan. I mean, they aren't stupid, some probably know that there is a k-astro community and in general the birth time is a personal and intimate information for some and asking for it can creep people out (fellow astrology enthusiasts will know lol).
This is something people have to consider at a point, because yes, as you said yourself, I've heard some stories about idols 'confirming' their birth time as well, only to give out another, very different time later.
So yes, always be suspicious about the birth times they give out. Just because they themselves said it, doesn't mean it's safe information.
But now, onto another big point: I think it's totally fine for people, especially newbies of astrology, to take these birth times and theorize and kind of 'play around' with it. As long as you state that the information isn't safe and you're just theorizing - which for me is already enough with people using 'could' and 'might be' more often when they are analysing someone's rising sign - it's okay.
People learn astrology by having the opportunities to make a chart fit, just as you said yourself and using birth charts to test and proof astrological knowledge is very common and normal (to a certain extent).
Also, another huge factor: for a lot of people astrology is fun, just as kpop is fun for most people. As much as I use astrology as an educational tool and try to post educational posts so people can start applying the rules of astrology themselves, not everyone has this approach to astrology (yet) and that is okay. Nowdays in our current zeitgeist and the way popculture is build and grows we have to accept that not everyone is using astrology as an educational, serious tool and they just want to have fun with it, no matter how one defines this fun eventually.
To give a personal example, I'm very focused on the educational, more serious part of astrology and for me, theorizing about celebrities Ascendants is one of the funnier, light-hearded parts in astrology I allow myself next to my 'serious' work I do (doing readings, studying astrology, educational posts/answers, etc) because I myself need that balance too or else I'd burn out quickly. You not only need the seriousness and dedication for the astrological study (or any study in general asdfgh), but it should evoke some sort of passion/truth in you as well that keeps you going, and that definitely includes the more 'fun parts' as well.
Another point I want to touch on: idols play (to a certain extent, some more, some less) a role. They keep their life for the most part very private. To say we can make the chart fit by the knowledge we have about their life and self is already very dangerous. That includes life events, their character, as well as their connections, etc.
We don't know them personally, we don't know their life story and events, and will never have a clear picture over their character. Celebrities are constantly performing for an audience, this will ultimately alter the way their birth chart plays out, so I think we also have to contextualize the way we read and theorize about their birth charts/Ascendant to begin with. Because of that, keep your interpretations as neutral as possible, and especially with idols; don't project too much and let your wishful thinking or possible sensationalism over possible 'juicy facts' influence your theory, especially if you try to understand the structural part of astrology. Remind yourself that you are reading possibilities, because the birth chart owner will never be able to embody each and every single potential the birth chart offers (that's just not how life works lol).
So to conclude: as long as you make sure that the information about the birth times given is not taken as a fact and just a theory/possibility it is fine to take those birth times and theorize! But always fact check your source and remember that not everyone who says their birth time actually knows it. Astrology already has a big problem with the credibility of sources and thus making a lot of research vague/hard to use, so if you really want to get more serious about it after a while you have to remember that.
To your last question: the rising signs for the bts members, I couldn't find any source for them, so I don't take them serious. Same with Haechan 'confirming' his rising sign - I've read he once said it was around 12/12:30 pm before, so I don't take the 6pm too seriously too.
And I am also stll skeptical about Johnny's and Kun's birth times asdfghjkl and I guess for now I can' think of any other birth time for an idol 🤠
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Hi can you do draco x hufflepuff reader where they met on the first day of hogwarts and became best friends then had crushes on one another??? It can be head cannons or like a story idc I just wanna feed my hufflepuff heart
Aye! A fellow hufflepuff! Hi there!
There you were. You had made it to hogwarts
You had been anxious that whole day.
See no one was really there to show you how to go about things, especially with that brick wall.
Your parents both were muggles, they had noooo fucking idea how any of this worked
All they knew is that you had a lot of weird moments as a kid
Mostly glass shattering during tantrums or things levitating on their own
Then they got this letter and woman showing up explaining "Look, your kid's a wizard."
So they were like "Ohhhh see that explains things!"
Sure, Mcgonagall helped your family when they had questions but Mcgonagall wasn't there now
But this one kid saw you wandering aimlessly.
"Hi." He said with a grumble after Narcissa recognized that lost look.
You turned around and Draco's heart was like "Oh... Oh no. Oh I'm feeling things for this person."
"Are you... Uhm... Here for... The platform?" You asked.
"Yes. Actually my mother sent me over here because you looked confused" he said.
"Oh! Oh thank God." You said with relief.
So he told you to run through it.
You thought he was joking until he ran through it.
So you followed.
Steam hit your face immediately and you were coughing.
"Wow that's brisk." You coughed.
Draco held back a snort.
You sat with him on the train and he finally introduced yourself.
"I'm Y/n by the way."
"Draco Malfoy." He said with a nod.
"That's... Kind of a cool name." You said.
Something in his gut told him "oh she's definitely not a Slytherin."
"What house are you hoping for?" He asked curiously.
"What?" You asked.
"Hogwarts house? The ones for the school?" He said.
"...There are houses for this?" You asked.
So he explained all of this to you.
He seemed to take great pride in Slytherin
You were just curious.
You stuck with Draco for the most part and some other kids who knew who he was.
"So. How do you not know anything about the wizarding world?" Draco finally asked.
"Neither of my parents are wizards"
Crabbe and Goyle nearly choked on air and Draco seemed to be having some sort of episode.
"What?" You asked.
"You're a mudblood?" He asked.
"It's not like I can control my genetics. And I know enough about the wizarding world to know that is offensive so could you not call me that!?" You said defensively.
That's when it clicked.
"She's a hufflepuff." He thought.
He didn't realize how right he was until you were sorted.
There was this one kid, she was spunky as fuck.
It was her last year there but she seemed to be excited to have someone new in the house.
Her name was Nymphadora but she loved "Tonks"
She was basically your big sister from this point on.
She showed you around with Cedric, she introduced you to new people, she even told you some secrets about the school.
That's when you noticed another group.
This one kid with glasses that NO ONE would shut the fuck up about.
You didn't officially talk to him until you ran into him
Literally. You ran into him after class one day.
"I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going!" You said.
"It's okay, I wasn't paying attention either." He said reassuringly.
You introduced yourself and Ron introduced himself too.
Two new friends gained.
Course this pissed Draco off.
Because of course you thought Harry was cool.
Truth be told you had no fucking idea why he was famous.
But Draco decided to confront you while you studied.
"Hi draco." You said looking up.
"I see you're spending time with Potter." He said, his voice clearly annoyed.
"Yeah. So?" You asked.
"So? What are you trying to gain?" He asked.
"...Does unconditional friendship and support count?" You asked confused.
"I'm serious. Is it the fame?" He asked.
"... Harry's famous?" You asked.
"... You've got to be kidding me!"
So Draco told you what he knew.
But now you just felt bad.
"Wait so how am I a bad guy here?" You asked.
"What?" Draco asked.
"I've befriended a kid who's family is dead and his aunt and uncle are abusive. And I'm a bad guy because I just want him to feel safe?" You asked.
You did know about his Aunt and Uncle from Harry. You never even met these people and you hated them.
But shit. When you put it like that now Draco felt like an asshole.
You sighed and got up.
"Y/n." He called.
You turned around confused.
"...Can you introduce me to Harry?" He finally asked.
So you did.
Course Ron wasn't too thrilled about Draco hanging out with you guys.
But then the boys discovered that they had a lot in common and it was game over
Tonks really enjoyed seeing you get excited over it all.
Draco was more bearable too
You were like a friendship matchmaker though, especially after you met Hermione.
You both ended up studying together after all of the tables in the library had been occupied.
You thought "See she gets it!"
You both tended to study because it beat doing muggle homework.
Halloween rolled around and Ron said something mean about Hermione.
"Ron! Shut up!" You said after Hermione ran past you in tears.
You ran after her and calmed her down before uhm
Troll in the dungeon?
Draco's common room was in the dungeon so naturally Slytherin had to be moved.
He was walking with the boys when they all realized : "OH SHIT Y/N'S NOT WITH US"
so they all went looking for you when they found the troll.
You had your back against the wall and was of course panicked because you were face to face with a troll and you were eleven.
"Hermione." You whimpered.
"We're doomed." She said.
Draco ran in with the boys and saw the predicament
Well shit.
Thanks to Ron's spell the troll was handled
Course you all got in trouble because you were supposed to be in your common rooms.
Draco was just glad you were safe.
You and the boys celebrated Christmas together, your mom mailing you a polaroid camera to you.
The boys (except Harry) were mesmerized and took a ton of pictures together.
You had a ton of Tonks and Cedric
Then there was this whole thing with the Philosopher's stone and you and Draco were basically having to lie left and right.
"Mcgonagall wants to know if you know who froze Neville?"
"Waaahhhttt someone froze Neville that's wild guys. Really wild."
So other fun fact: Draco's a terrible liar.
When they all came back though oh boy.
The school year was coming to a close and you all agreed to write to each other.
Draco had this one really weird rule though.
If you were to spot him with his parents pretend like you don't know him.
According to Draco, his father wasn't a big fan of him hanging out with people outside of Slytherin.
So when summer started Tonks actually spent a lot of it with you, showing you and your parents the wizarding world.
You loved hanging out with her and she honestly did love you like a little sister.
When school started again though, you promised her you'd write to her about it all.
She was the one who dropped you off at King's Cross that year btw
The next year started and you all sat with each other on the train.
"I just don't see why you need a house elf! It seems barbaric!" Hermione said.
Draco immediately noticed you and smile, moving so you could sit next to him.
You did.
"What's a house elf?" You asked.
"A magical creature who assists wizards." Draco said.
"Unwillingly. They treat them like animals." Hermione griped.
"why are we talking about this?" You asked.
"Because our house elf apparently decided to pay Harry a visit." Draco said with a sigh.
"He said something big was happening this year." Harry admitted.
"If it's bigger than a troll, we might be screwed."
News flash: It was.
Things took a bad turn when Draco knew exactly what the chamber of secrets meant.
Oh God he was SO anxious that entire year.
It didn't help when you ended up petrified
Hermione was almost petrified but you managed to scream "RUN" before you were
He was not a fan of Gilderoy.
He actually called him a "pompous ass" when he acted like baby in the chamber of secrets
When you woke up you found out all about the insane adventure and was like "Dude. Next one, count me in"
The next summer rolled around and you again, spent it with Tonks.
Except this time you and Tonks went to the borrow.
Fred and George fucking LOVED Tonks.
You had these strange interactions with Ron's rat though.
It's like it could understand you.
You would sit at the breakfast table and read the paper right before the wonderful owl that delivered mail would come literally crashing through.
Poor uncoordinated bastard.
Draco was the first to alert the group "uh hey guys. There's kind of a convict on the loose."
None have you had seen Draco over the summer. his parents were great. Just fucking super.
So when you did see him again your heart nearly beat out of your chest.
He dropped the whole "hair slacked back" thing and went natural and it just made you very attracted to him.
Draco noticed a few new things about you
You were taller, and really fucking pretty.
The train ride was not a fun one, you being there crammed on the damn thing with some sleeping dude.
So instead of Harry being attacked by a dementor it was you.
You had a panic attack afterwards, freaking out as the now very much awake Remus talked you through it.
He gave you chocolate and automatically you were like "...this dude is gonna be awesome."
And boy were you right, because he was your favorite professor that year.
Harry seemed to be really paranoid about the dementors though.
A lot more than you were.
He didn't know why yet, but he knew that Sirius had to have some involvement with him.
So Buckbeak. You fucking loved this creature.
Draco however was an idiot.
He stumbled after Goyle pushed him forward into Buckbeak's personal space
Buckbeak almost attacked but you intervened and calmed him down immediately.
"Buckbeak! Eyes on me!" You called.
Buckbeak looked at you but still made attempts to stare at Draco.
"No. Eyes here! Now." You called.
"I'm a friend. See?" You said bowing.
Buckbeak bowed to you and Draco's heart did a whole ass backflip.
You all did notice hermione popping up when she most definitely wasn't there before though
"How does this even work--" "You carry the five" "CHRIST WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM!?"
Draco and you did spend a lot of time together.
Course he wasn't the biggest fan of Cedric being around when he was in the Hufflepuff common room.
But you honestly saw Cedric as your brother. And he saw you as a little sister. So. Ew.
Draco didn't know this though.
Then came the lesson on Boggarts and oh boy.
Your boggart was very strange but clearly affected you.
The boggart was you.
You quite honestly were afraid of what you were capable of.
When you were a child you would make things shatter around you, sometimes injuring your parents.
Sure the injuries were minor, but it didn't stop you from feeling guilty after you found out you were the cause.
You were terrified that if one day you snapped now that you were officially trained and more powerful, it'd be a whole lot more destructive.
So yes, you were terrified of yourself.
Remus handled it and Draco pulled you back asking if you were okay.
You kept to yourself for a while. The boggart brought up those anxieties all over again and you were paranoid you'd make something go wrong.
Draco was not having that though and confronted you about it.
You talked it through with him and he assured you that if something ever went wrong he'd make sure that it'd be okay
So from that point on you two were inseparable.
Hogsmeade was honestly the best
Snowball fights and piggyback rides
You laughing as Harry managed to sneak in on the trip, scaring the fuck out of Ron.
Draco giving you his scarf when you got cold.
The group going "Oh. Oh they're totally in love"
Then Harry found out that Sirius black was friends with his parents.
And the leading cause of death of his parents.
You basically vowed that if you ever came across this fucker you'd probably punch him.
Then Lucius found out about Buckbeak.
And oh boy.
That did not blow over well
You called Lucius an "Asshole". To his face.
Hermione came up with a plan and FINALLY revealed "Hey I have a time turner"
You were like "YOU COULD NOT HAVE TOLD ME THIS BEFORE I CALLED THAT VERY TERRIFYING MAN AN 'ASSHOLE'!?"
So you went on a rescue mission
It was an emotional rollercoaster
At one point you were convinced that Harry's dad was alive.
Just to find out that Harry could produce a bright ass patronus.
Then you're discovered your favorite professor was housing a convict.
Then you had a panic reaction and punched the convict.
Just to find out that he was innocent and that Ron's rat was actually guilty.
Then when the actual guilty party was revealed and tried to run you discovered that your favorite professor is a goddamn werewolf.
But hey, Harry now had a godfather!
The next summer came along and Tonks picked you up from King's Cross and met Remus
She couldn't stop staring and neither could Remus.
Immediately you knew something was going to happen there.
The summer was spent listening to Tonks go on and on about this guy who used to be your professor.
Which: you were used to listening to weird shit because there were some girls who did have a thing for Snape.
But you knew way too much about Remus to ever find anything attractive about him.
Anyways: SUMMER!!!
Which again was spent at the Burrow
This time you all ended up going to the World Quidditch game.
When you saw Draco there you had to hide excitement because Lucius was there and-- Holy shit did he get more terrifying-- HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE!?
Draco still found ways to talk to you though
Cedric noticed the smiles and the glances at each other
The whole group noticed.
It was hard not to when you had that smile that could light up a fucking room on your face.
Fred and George would tease you relentlessly.
But Draco managed to sneak off to you guys and hung out after the game.
Y'know. Right before it went to shit
You all managed to escape but you got separated from Draco and was anxious the entire fucking time
Then he snuck out and went to the burrow and you hugged him
It was the first time you two ever really showed affection to each other.
Especially since Draco was giving you this kind of hug that made you melt into his arms
Molly and Arthur were like "They're in love." Immediately.
He stayed for dinner before having to leave
"So. How long have you had a crush on him?" Fred asked.
"What?" You asked.
"Come on. No one looks at someone that way and doesn't have a crush on them." George said.
The thought of you having a crush on him actually never crossed your mind.
But then they said that and now it was the only thing you could think about.
Which made the next time you saw Draco very... Jumpy.
"Hi." He said as you were reading on the train which scared you so bad your book was unintentionally launched at Harry's head.
Then at the feast he sat next to you and asked if you were okay after you blushed so intensely he thought you were running a fever.
You knocked over your drink.
We can begin to notice that you are a lot more clumsier than usual.
I mean yeah you were always clumsy but this is a whole new range of clumsy.
Then the schools were introduced and Draco whispered in your ear making you nearly scream.
Fred and George were watching these interactions on the verge of pissing themselves
They knew damn well that they were the cause of your nervousness.
Pt 2 coming soon.
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Destiel Chronicles
Vol. CXIV
It was a love story from the very beginning.
Dean's Emotional Prison (Part I)
(14x09, 14x10)
Hi my friends! Another meta from season 14, this time I will try to disect mostly episode 10, and Bucky's Bar, the symbolism in the visual Narrative and dialogues related to Dean's deepest desires.
You can find my metas from these episode here: X, X, X, X, X, X and X.
Drstiel Break up Foreshadow
Before talking about how glued were Castiel and Dean the whole episode 9 (Foreshadowing Michael's words at the end of the episode "He was attached to you... To all of you") let's talk about the broken tape deck.
Gif set credit @godshipsit
At first I thought this was talking about how comfortable they felt with the silence but then... In retrospective, it was another foreshafow for the Drstiel break up, if you related it with the mixtape, a Destiel icon.
Another take from this episode was the amount of lies and the silence, keeping the truth out of sign.
DEAN: We got -- We got Jack back. When was the last time we had a big, no-strings-attached win like that?
Do you remember Castiel's face here? Not talking about his deal with the Empty?
Also, I noticed something Dean did...
You know there's a thing in Medicine called "Exit Problem" is when you were with your patient, made the anamnesis, made the physical exam, and then, after half an hour of consult, you open the door bc you are about to say goodbye see you in the next contr and the patient goes with... "Oh, yeah, btw, I was coughing blood all the week too..."
Dean did this with Cas before entering the place...
Gif set credit @jensenackles-daily
It was part of the honest talk they needed to have. Just a piece in which we saw Dean understanding what Sam and Castiel went through when they were possessed.
Touching
Not only the talk, but the moves from Dean to Castiel, as I predicted it in 14x06.
This pic over here:
The whole season was full of Dean and Castiel glued to each other, more than in season 13.
I linked these touchings to the moves. Dean was trying to approach Cas physically. Showing him signs.
The Lies
The episode was full of text and symbolism about lies hidden truths.
Gif credit @angvlicmish
Look at Castiel here, asking Jack to keep the secret. This was a cute symbolism that sealed their chat about why Castiel was hidden the truth about the Empty to the Winchester's brothers. But we had another secret between Jack and Castiel about eating choco cereal at night.
Then we had Garth acting like a spy in Michael's Forces and also, the scene with Kaia.
Gif credit @inacatastrophicmind
The dialogues are pointing to lies and hidden secrets again. Dean will lie here about Jack's powers to get the spear.
Gif credit @inacatastrophicmind
Again, another piece of dialogue between Castiel and AUKaia.
Why was this episode so insistent into talk about lies? Because it was another foreshafow of Jack cancelling all lies in the world at the end of the season.
The Big Liar
The big Liar at the end of the episode was Michael, who was hidden somehow and never cut the link between him and Dean. Spying the TFW (just like Garth) and possessing Dean again. But this time he know what to do. This time he will have Dean under control by locking him down inside his own Emotional Prison (Rocky's Bar).
Michael explains he needed to break Dean, to make him believe he had won. Because he was attached to his family.
To Conclude:
This episode talked about lies, as a preamble to Dean's second Possession and his lock down inside his own Emotional Prison, a big lie built by himself.
Hope you liked this meta, see you in the next one!
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Volume: CIX, CX, CXI, CXII, CXIII
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