overreacted a bit

Evidence.ZIP: Nami's slow descent into love

Before we start I want to make clear a few things.
This is not paid work which means it’s substandard trash, all of the scans used are unofficial, but all the interpretations are mine.

Ready? Set. Go.

This first panel is not a shipping panel. LuNa or SaNa, it’s not. However because it’s been some days since Sanji took off, that means between that day and the day Luffy and company arrived, he’s been on her mind. Again I stress, this is not a romantic sign or symbol of any note. Her tears are of worry and relief because she’s been worried sick for her nakama and relief because finally, Luffy’s here, let’s get the rescue rolling.

The next two pictures are about Nami being eager to get off their butts and go after Sanji right away. But Luffy and Zoro are in no hurry, and even Chopper and Brook in other panels are just sad that Sanji is gone but they’re not like Nami who’s gung ho about chasing him right away. Does that mean they’re not worried about Sanji? No, of course they are, but Nami obviously is the most worried here.

Right before everything happened, Nami was pretty belligerent towards Sanji. She’s used to everything he does, including his antics. But by no means does that mean she’s apathetic to him. After all, even as early as FI our guy Sanji put in the work. In PH even if he didn’t like it, he followed Nami’s wish to save the kids and his body serendipitously saved Nami from Caesar’s explosion. Nami knows that Sanji would save any other of his nakama, but it was only during the time skip that she began to see how much special attention Sanji actually paid her. And she doesn’t even know yet, that Sanji gave her body respect when he dived that lake to get Kinemon’s torso, when just a few minutes ago he was cupping her breasts like a madlad for a punchline.

Nami also remembers quite clearly what little Sanji told them about his family. It doesn’t seem anything special until you realize that when this happened, Nami asked Chopper right before to dig a spot up for gold, and forgot all about it entirely when Sanji was telling them about Liar Norland.

So then Sanji and co. got captured. This is what I think triggered Nami, the “I’ll be back but not really” smile she’s seen twice in her life now: Sanji’s and Bellemere’s. She never really knew what she had until he was gone.

In this panel Nami is mad at Zoro for victim blaming Sanji. Both sides have a point, but take note of Luffy. He noticed, as well as I did (and a few others), that Nami was being a teensy bit overreacting at this point. Why I judged that to be his action instead of Luffy observing the back and forth, is because he’s of the same opinion as Zoro…marriages are no big deal, it’s not like somebody won’t return from a marriage. But Nami’s uncomfortable with it, so in order to remedy the problem, he decides to go up to Sanji and ask him to come back, because their navigator was being cranky when he wasn’t around. Also because he didn’t want to be a Big Mom subordinate, but if it was really the basis of his decision then he should have decided the chase before Nami’s overreaction.

The other two victims, Brook and Chopper, had very different stances. Brook was the calm and mature narrator while Chopper just kept apologizing.

See again Luffy in this panel. But, in addition to noticing Nami’s vehement objection to Sanji’s Vinsmoke lineage, there’s also what I call the “wait a minute!” graphic. It’s those small lines that form a semicircle near a character when something catches their attention during someone else’s monologue. So now he knows something’s definitely up with Nami, if he wasn’t sure before.

That face isn’t a “wait a minute, what are Vinsmokes?” but rather a “wait a minute, why are you objecting?”

For comparison, this is Nami’s “wait a minute, I know who you’re talking about” panel.

After the Jack ownage, Luffy was open to another banquet like he wasn’t done with one the night before. Nami feels once is enough, let’s get going, and gives her usual excuse of “you can’t go anywhere without a navigator” spiel like Luffy doesn’t know what she does. Go back to when Luffy visited Pekoms, he was still saying no to her because the fewer the members the higher the chance of stealth. But now all he says is OK. He knows that somebody on his crew can’t wait to see Sanji again, and he’s all too happy to oblige.

Even in this catfight prelude, Nami wants to hurry up, giddy up. But when Pudding elaborates on her situation…

THIS is where I think Nami caught herself slippin’. Luffy’s just happy with someone complimenting his cook, Chopper is concerned with fact checking, but Nami…is concerned about Sanji’s emotional well-being? If she really didn’t give him the time of day then why the hell does she care whether Sanji marries for love and not just for political reasons? Just Nami well-wishing? Can’t be, because well-wishers would not question whether or not the bride loves her groom in a political marriage.

ANYBODY else would give the happy bride-to-be a congratulations but only a “former-gf-who-has-accepted-the-reality-of-the-situation-who-still-has-residual-feelings-of-love” would confirm for herself if the man she left/who left her is being loved by his bride-to-be.

And before someone says “But family members and to an extent nakama would ask that too!”, they won’t question the bride’s/groom’s feelings, but whether or not he/she is ready to take care of their partner for the rest of their life. Nami isn’t asking “Will you take care of Sanji for the rest of his life?”

Also I think this conversation makes One Piece finally fail the Bechdel Test after all these years.

Fast forward to when they caught up with the Germa, that’s Nami’s face of relief from being worried about not being able to see each other again. If Sanji were his normal self this is probably where he’d ask her Do you love me now, Nami-san? or something. And after Nami fighting about quarter/half of 11 hours vs Cracker (this dude could take several G4 punches too), she’d probably reply to him in kind at that point.

I have no doubt in my mind that this Nami was one who already recognized her feelings and had no problem acting on them.

But reality is cruel…Sanji wasn’t taking any chances. Even going as far as mock Luffy for his dream…and she believed it…despite hearing about a week ago from his own mouth that Luffy was going to be PK!

Luffy never believed the cockbull Sanji was cranking out, so why did Nami? Well for starters, Nami never experienced Sanji lying to her. Ever. You can even search the whole manga for a panel up to that point where Sanji lied to her, you won’t find it. That’s why she believed Sanji’s lies so easily.

Do you remember the Usopp vs Luffy fight? The stated reason is because Usopp doesn’t want to leave the Merry behind, due to his own insecurity about being weak and his projection onto the boat being useless and needing replacement which snowballed into him cracking. But was that really all it was? Of course not, Usopp wasn’t selfish enough to fight for himself. Flee for himself maybe. He wasn’t just fighting for the Merry Go, he was also fighting for Kaya because Merry was his reminder of her.

Scour the manga, all of Usopp’s most emotional fight moments are because he was fighting for someone else.

Back to Nami, what did the slap mean? Was it anger at beating Luffy up and spitting on his dream? Yes. Was it because of all the stress and worry for him being useless at that point? Yes. But as a natural opposite of Usopp, Nami’s most emotional fight moments are about herself.

Nami decided to fight Arlong because of his continued tyranny towards Cocoyashi Village despite her doing her best to pay up their freedom, but the bulk of her anger was about how much Arlong fucked her life up. Thanks to him she never grew up with a normal childhood.

With Nami vs Ms. Doublefinger, I think Nami even decided to leave her to Zoro. However because she was being labeled a weakling (and underestimated), she decided to stay and fight. Nami vs Kalifa was a similar case of underestimation despite her taking the fight because Sanji was useless against Kalifa.

I think Nami was also mad that Sanji wasn’t the same man she realized she fell in love with. Gone was the kind, humble, and goofy man who would stick up for his nakama and their dreams. In his place was a snotty brat who acted superior to everything and believed status gave them the right to shit on other people’s dreams. Nami thinks Sanji has changed for the worse because of his newfound status, and drops the endearment term “-kun” which she only used for him.

It’s framed like in TV dramas where the lady slaps the man out of passion. Yonji even lampshades it: “She’s the fiery type!”

The last pic is just Nami’s “oh shit no” look compared to Luffy’s “oh shit” one.

I’m too tired to continue so I’m stopping this here.

Better researchers than I can spot where Nami first got infatuated by Sanji.

All I’m saying is, they don’t really care about us Sanami shippers should not worry about the character development Oda gave Nami in the Year of Sanji. It’s been a long time coming for us but it’s the last stretch before the game ends.

Don’t expect Oda to give them a flashy confession or an extraordinary action to validate the ship.

But if I read Oda right and this is where he wants Sanji and Nami to take the next step into their relationship, we’re in the green.

Naysayers will say things like “but Nami would do the same for the other nakama” or “so and so would act like that too” but take heed and remember, Oda does not write without reason. He MADE Nami overreact because he wants US to care that Sanji was taken from the crew. He WROTE Sanji into catching Nami with both of them sharing a brief smile because he wants US to feel the relief of both parties safe in each other’s hold.

And he DREW Pudding being jealous because that’s how some other ships feel about this arc. jk ilu guise this is just banter

Thanks for reading.

Guardians of Prythian-part 1
  • Random Fae, sets their hand on Azriel's: If I touch someone, I can feel their feelings.
  • Azriel: that's nice.
  • Random Fae: You feel love.
  • Azriel: yeah, I guess yeah, I feel a general unselfish love for just about everybody-
  • Random Fae: No... sexual love...
  • Azriel: No, no I dont-
  • Random Fae, points to Elain: FOR HER!
  • Azriel: NO!
  • Azriel: Dude come on, I think you're overreacting a little bit.
  • Elain: blushing a lot
  • Cassian, bouncing up and down and grabbing the Random Fae's hand: DO ME! DO ME! DO ME!

That said, I hate this with my entire being. Like, okay, Danny agreed to the bet, and it’s supposed to be funny, but it upsets me a lot.

Danny’s half of the bet was “run through the school parking lot in your underwear.” Yeah, that’s embarrassing, but it’s childish and ultimately pretty harmless. Dash could wear boxers, and it’d be the same as wearing swimming trunks, and he just has to run across the parking lot. This is both cruel and disgusting. They are filthy. They’re steaming green. That’s not just eating something gross. He could get seriously sick from that. Can the human body digest fibers like that? He’s half ghost, so he could get it out himself if it causes problems, but Dash doesn’t know that. He’s just being really disgustingly cruel because Danny’s small and weak.

Maybe I’m biased here, but I don’t find this funny at all, and I wish the episode ended differently. I’ve seen nasty stuff like this in more adult cartoons, so maybe it’s a thing that does happen, but Idk. Couldn’t the episode end with Lancer deciding he appreciates Danny being honest about cheating and saying they can both win? Did it have to end with Lancer changing his mind last minute because his parents shot him with the Fenton Foamer? And to top that off, he’s in trouble with his parents for getting detention, which, might I remind you, is something he has to do because he was being threatened. He didn’t actually do anything to warrant detention.

I don’t even need Dash to lose. I get that they probably wouldn’t do that because Danny must always have the worst luck ever or something, but still. I just don’t find this funny, even if it’s part of a bet.

Guardian's of the Galaxy Vol. 2 Incorrect Quotes
  • Raven: "If I touch someone, I can feel their feelings. [touches Robin's hand] You feel... love."
  • Robin: "Yeah, I guess, yeah, I feel a general unselfish love for just about everybo..."
  • Raven: "No! Sexual love!"
  • Robin: "No. No, I don't."
  • Raven: [points to Starfire] "For her!"
  • Robin: "No!"
  • Beast Boy: [laughing loud] "She just told everyone your deepest, darkest secret!"
  • Robin: "Dude, come on! I think you're overreacting a little bit."
  • Beast Boy: "You must be so embarrassed! [to Raven] Do me! Do me! Do me!"
  • rey: i just think maybe you're overreacting a bit
  • luke skywalker, pushing his x-wing into the ocean: i have no idea what you're talking about
  • Enchantress: If I touch someone, I can feel their feelings.
  • LeFou: You read minds?
  • Enchantress: No. Telepaths know thoughts. Empaths feel feelings. Emotions. May I?
  • LeFou: Alright.
  • [Enchantress touches LeFou's hand]
  • Enchantress: You feel... love.
  • LeFou: Yeah, I guess I feel a general, unselfish love for...
  • Enchantress: No. Romantic, sexual love.
  • LeFou: No, no. No, I don't.
  • Enchantress: *points to Gaston* For him.
  • LeFou: No! That is not...
  • Stanley: *laughing hysterically* She just told everyone you're deepest, darkest secret!
  • LeFou: Dude, come on! I think you're overreacting a little bit.
  • Stanley: *still laughing* You must be so embarrassed! Do me! Do me, do me!
  • [The Enchantress touches Stanley and she starts laughing hysterically]
  • Enchantress: I've never felt such humor!
  • [Stanley and the Enchantress are laughing and pointing at LeFou]
  • LeFou: So unbelievably uncool.
  • [The Enchantress walks over to Gaston to touch him]
  • Gaston: Touch me, and the only thing you're gonna feel is a broken jaw.
  • +
  • Source: Guardians Of The Galaxy Vol. 2
Guardians of Notra pt. 1
  • Random New Blood, sets their hand on Cal's: If I touch someone, I can feel their feelings.
  • Cal: that's nice.
  • Random New Blood: You feel love.
  • Cal: yeah, I guess yeah, I feel a general unselfish love for just about everybody-
  • Random New Blood: No... sexual love...
  • Cal: No, no I dont-
  • Random New Blood, points to Mare: FOR HER!
  • Cal: NO!
  • Cal: Dude come on, I think you're overreacting a little bit.
  • Mare: blushing a lot
  • Kilorn, bouncing up and down and grabbing the New Blood's hand: DO ME! DO ME! DO ME!
Prompt: “That’s irrational.”

When you first heard the album, sitting with Harry in your backyard, Carolina was one of your favorites. It was catchy and it had good lyrics. It didn’t cross your mind that the song was written about someone else. But when Harry went on Nicks radio show and told the story of the song and who it was about, a wave of anger couldn’t help but overcome you. Each and every time you had the album on shuffle, you skipped it faster than you could blink. When it came on the radio you turned it down. If Harry started singing it, you left the room. You came to hate the song. Hearing your love of 3 years sing about how another girl “feels so good” and is “all i think about” didn’t exactly put you in a position to fawn all over the song. This is what you were trying to explain to Harry when he confronted you about your obvious dislike for the song. 

“I know you don’t like Carolina. Why? You liked it when you first heard it, didn’t you? It was one of your favorites actually. What changed?” He asked you, when he stepped out of the shower, sitting next to you on the bed. 

“Nothing changed. I like the song, its good.” you said coldly. 

“Then why do you go out of your way to not listen to it, and when you have to, you cringe down to the last second?” His voice was angry mixed with a bit of sadness. He wasn’t yelling…yet. You knew your opinion mattered a lot to Harry. And although you didn’t like the song, you figured he deserved the truth. 

“Fine Harry. You wanna know why I don’t like the damn song?” you said and he looked at you expectantly. 

“It’s blatantly about another girl. You’re one of the most private people I know. You wouldn’t go out of your way to put the girls name in the song, put it on the album and sing it on national TV if it didn’t mean a lot to you. So excuse me if I don’t want to listen to my boyfriend sing about how another girl is all he thinks about.” you said getting more and more angry with each word that you said. Harry looked at you and didn’t say anything, so you continued. 

“Harry that song makes me look like a fucking joke. And I know its your music and you have the right to write about anything you want to. But every time I look at you, I see you and her. Every time I hear that song, I think of you and her. And if she means that much to you, then why am I here?”

“Babe…you’re over reacting. Its just a song.” Harry said tears welling up in his eyes, and it was then that you realized that you were crying as well. “I can promise you that she doesn’t mean as much to me as you do. Tell me what I can do to fix this. A song isn’t worth loosing you. I swear, she meant something to me a while ago. And she’ll always mean something to me in the way of a friend. But you…I can’t live without you.”

Now you were full on sobbing, “Then why’d you write the song? Its not a sin for me to be upset about the song. And it’s not even the fact that you wrote the song, it’s the fact that you took the time to expose the girl and make it very clear that it was about her.”

“So you don’t want me to write about other girls and life experiences? That’s irrational. I’m always going to write songs about my life experiences. If you cant handle that, when we can end this.” he said angrily. He immediately regretted saying it when you got up and stormed out of the room. 

“I don’t know what to do Gem. She won’t talk to me, she won’t look at me, she won’t let me touch her. I don’t sleep in the same bed as her anymore, she sleeps in the guest house. Not even in the guest room, the guest house. I feel like I’m losing her, and that can’t happen.” he said on the verge of tears as he spoke to his sister on the phone. 

“How long has this been going on?” she asked him carefully. 

He let out a long sigh, “about 4 days.”

“Honestly, she probably shut down because she feels like you haven’t acknowledged the fact that she’s hurt. Weather you feel like you did something wrong or not, she needs to know that you know and care that she’s hurting. If you haven’t made an effort to apologize to her, she won’t know that. Especially if you aren’t talking. And Harry, you have to admit, if the roles were reversed, you’d be pretty angry, too. I think you both need to talk because it sounds like to me, this argument is a two way street.”

He made his way down the small pathway to the guest house where you’ve been staying for the greater part of a week. You didn’t want to see him, hear his voice, speak to him or anything else. You knew you were overreacting just a little bit, but in your mind, you still had the right to be upset. He rang the doorbell and you automatically knew who it was. It was the first time he had been over since you left the main house. 

“Love, baby, princess…let me in. Please?” and there was something in his voice that you couldn’t ignore, even if you wanted to. You made your way over to the door, and before you could even get it all the way open, Harry pushed himself inside and wrapped his arms around you. You tensed up at first, but then relaxed into this chest, realizing you missed him. You stood there, in the doorway hugging for a long time, the first connection you’ve had with him in days. 

“Let’s talk, yeah?” he asked you sweetly, kissing your nose. You nodded and lead him over to the kitchen table. You sat, not saying anything to each other before he said,

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. When I wrote that song, I wasn’t thinking. I met Townes-”

“Don’t say her name.”

“I met her a few years back. It was just before I met you. We had a few mutual friends and they set us up on a blind date. And I’m not going to lie, I had a lot of fun that night. But she was missing something, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Plus the tour was about to start, so even just after one date, I broke it off.” He explained and you listened intently. “We remained in touch after that and I occasionally still talk to her. But I swear, she’s just a friend. She doesn’t mean nearly as much to me as you do. And when I said she was all I think about, its just a lyric. I don’t mean that literally. I deeply apologize if I made you question my love for you. That was never my intension. Its just a bloody song love. And yes it means something to me. Each and every one of my songs means something to me. But you…I could never express in words what you mean to me. I wrote countless songs about you- so, so many. But none of them bring you justice. You’re just that precious to me.” he said with a dimpled grin and a squeeze of your hand. 

“I’m sorry too H. I overreacted. I shouldn’t have been so jealous. And your music is your music, and I don’t have the right to question your creativity. I’m sure she is a nice girl. She should be flattered. But can I ask you something. Obviously you don’t have to answer.”

“What do you want to know, my lovely?” 

“Is there a song about me on your album.”

He looked at you with a devilish smirk and a gleam in his eye,

“Oh love, don’t you know you’re my only angel?”

(requested by: annon)

anonymous asked:

Can you do a super daddy!kink namjoon fanfic pls! Like the reader (gf) didn't text him or some shit like that so he doesn't touch or anything to punish her But she ends up masturbating to porn and he catches her "punishes" her ( ^^ sorry)

This rude fucker here like just ugh. ugh. HERE YA GOOOO ANON


Namjoon pursued his lips looking at his phone for what seemed like the hundred time that day. You were suppose to call him, text him, any fucking thing to let him know when you had arrived to your friends house. You told him you were going for a girls night out. Which he understood he couldn’t expect you to always be under him in the house 24/7 but what he didn’t expect was you to completely ignore him and not tell him anything. What if you were hurt? Dead? He knew he was overreacting a little bit but he set rules for a reason and he knew that you had guy friends who were going to be there. He trusted you but not them, and he would kill anyone that put hands on what belonged to him.  With a frustrated huff Namjoon went to his room slamming the door shut laying to sleep. 


As soon as the door opened he was on the couch waiting for you to come into the front room. You stilled a bit dropping your bags on the floor smiling widely as if nothing was wrong. “Hi daddy!” 

“Shut up.” He growled eyes dark, bags under his eyes and you frowned wondering why he was being so harsh.

“What’s your problem?!” You asked him walking towards him slowly.

“My problem?!” He growled standing up towering over you. “You were supposed to fucking call me last night! And you didn’t you didn’t say shit nor inform me! I thought I could sleep but all I could do is think of my baby girl and what she was doing. So don’t come in here asking my damn problem when you disobeyed my rules. I do not ask for much, just a little but if it is too much for you then pack your shit and leave because I refuse to have someone who can’t even fucking follow directions.” Namjoon snarled, his veins popping out of his neck as he stormed to the room. His words hurt you, made your eyes water as tears feel down your cheeks. You didn’t mean to not follow orders, you were just having fun and you forgot and when you remembered you figured he was sleeping. Tired and groggy you grabbed your stuff going to your room, knowing he didn’t want to be bothered with you.


For a month it was complete hell, Namjoon had forgiven you but he was still pissed at you. He didn’t even let you kiss him for too long before he was walking away from you. You hated it, you were beyond sexually frustrated and you felt your pussy getting tighter with each passing day. Namjoon did shit on purpose too, just to piss you off. Walking around without a shirt. Letting his pants hang low on his waist as he sat beside you. And you heard him at night not even needing porn, but playing the tapes of you two fucking jerking himself off hard until he was ruining his sheets.

One day, while he was gone you sneaked into his room finding the sex tapes between the two of you, already being naked from taken a shower as you laid on the bed spreading your legs. You had gotten a rotating dildo to help you relieve yourself shoving it deep inside of your pussy to stretch you back out as the scenes on the screen in front of you showed Namjoon pounding into you against the wall. The way his hips lifted you up and down always did wonders, because he knew to spots to hit to get you wound up. Your mind wandered as you licked your lips thrusting the toy in and out of yourself faster, your release becoming much closer since it had been so long since you had anything. It was easier for you to cum. Almost, you were /almost/ there. 

“Having fun baby girl?” You damn near jumped out of your skin, with widen eyes looking towards the door. Namjoon wore a dark expression, shirt and pants already shed as he leaned against the door frame. He watched you eyes raking every where as he tsked to himself shaking his head. And you could slowly feel your orgasm dying down. 

“I suppose it’s been long enough, but you knew not to fucking play with yourself with me. Always breaking rules. I guess I can punish and fuck you.” Namjoon smirked to himself, watching as you laid still for him. He went and grabbed a pair of handcuffs lifting your hands above your head flipping you on your stomach. He leaned over you moaning in your ear as he grabbed the toy pushing it in and out of your pussy in a fast motion the wet sounds of the toy fucking you causing his erection to harden and precum to streak against his boxers. Fuck he missed you, and the way you moaned and shook under him made him want to tear you apart. As soon as your back arched he was yanking to toy from you sucking off your juices watching as you protested from not cumming. 

“Y/n I bet you’ll obey me next time.” He warned before going to his closet. He got out a few things before walking downstairs and coming back to place a bucket of ice on his night stand with a water bottle on top of it. He grabbed it pressing it against your pulse point to let your orgasm and arousal die down. After a few minutes he was taking it from you to place it back on ice before he grabbed a sleek purple vibrator to turn it on the lowest setting. He slipped it inside of your pussy as well as lubing up some weighted balls that were big slipping one inside of your ass letting the other hang. “You know how this goes, if you don’t squeeze around this and hold it in, it’ll fall out. Hold it in or I will not let you cum, for the next two months.” He threatened before getting off the bed grabbing his belt from his pants on the ground. 

You were in complete hell, your body trembled, your nipples were hard and to perky from how he was treating you. You felt so full with the weighted items inside of you, and you had to squeeze around both but it caused the vibrator to slip deeper inside of your pussy pressing against your spot, to make matters worse Namjoon came up behind you to spread your legs on the bed the only thing holding your upper body was the damn handcuffs and they dug into your skin from how hard you tugged to have them off. But it was all in vain, he was in control and he loved every bit of it. 

Namjoon gripped his belt, and started to give you hits to the ass and you didn’t need him to tell you what else to do. “One.. Two!” You started to count out as he spanked you with his belt, causing your ass to feel on fire as he created whelps on your ass from the belt. He watched your ass jiggle groaning as he leaned down to turn the settings on high one hand coming up to play with your breast as the other spanked your ass, he made each hit harder and made sure to angle his wrist different ways so that he didn’t mark just one spot. He looked down at your body trembling under him, your juices slipping onto the bed as your eyes brimmed with tears. 

“Aww baby.. Don’t cry..” He feigned concerned as he pulled away from you. Namjoon opened a bottle of alcohol and after go a silver bullet pressing it on your clit causing more stimulation to your already throbbing pussy as he poured the alcohol onto the whelps causing screams of pain to fill the room, he watched the lines from his hits outline your skin in a frenzy of designs and he smirked proud of his works. “Almost.” He called out before he took the bullet from your clit and he turned the vibrator off but left it inside of you. 

He went into the bathroom and grabbed a candle from under the counter before he grabbed a lighter letting it get hot walking back to you, Your body was going limp and he knew soon, your knees would give out. He sat the candle down before he slid the weighted ball from your ass only to replace it with a crystal clear butt plug that was way thicker than the balls. Another scream ripped from your throat and he spread your legs even wider going under to pull the small vibrator from your pussy using his tongue to flick and suck up the wetness from your sensitive pussy. He pulled back licking his lips before he got out another dildo with a butterfly on it. He pressed it into you, letting it turn on to fuck your insides while the butterfly bobbed up and down against your clit to tickle it. 

“FUCKING HELL PLEASE! I’M SORRY NAMJOON! IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN!” You sobbed weakly. He kept building you up to tear you down and you couldn’t handle the tug of war with him. You were a mess crying and shaking only wanting a release and your pussy was so sensitive anything near it set you off. You looked at him watching that shit eating grin appear on his face as he grabbed the wax. 

“You’ll behave from now on. I’m sure.” He purred letting the wax fall on your back. Your cries fueled him, it brought the monster out of him, and made him want to own you. He first let it fall down both of your legs and traced wax on your arms, before he was spelling his first and last name down your back using almost all of the candles. He watched as you shook with pain and pleasure under him setting the candle down and blowing it out. He let the wax cool letting his finger press the butterfly hard against your pussy before he pulled away making sure it was cool before he grabbed a whip that he had under his bed. He brought it up against your legs first, breaking the wax there up causing more whimpers to fill his ears, he was too far gone now not even worrying if he was going overboard or not. 

He let all of the wax break and fall from your skin before he went to your arms to break the wax there. Lastly he was at your back whipping you painting your skin with more pretty marks and finally you gave in falling against the bed as your knees gave out. He hummed surprised with his work finishing cracking the wax. He next grabbed ice tracing it over your wounds to soothe them and hear more cries from you. 

You closed your eyes, trying to hold on a bit more, but the mixing of the pain and pleasure as well as the heat had you about to pass out. He was ruining you, your tears soaked the sheets, your orgasm was back at full blast wanting to release and as you expected he cut the dildo pulling it from you but still you hoped that he would let you cum. It was in vain. Always. He shoved the dildo in your mouth watching you choke as he face fucked you pulling the butt plug from your ass slowly. He lifted your hips before shoving his boxers down to his knees grinding his dick up and down your sore slit. You were done, your limbs were jelly, he had to hold you up because you were too weak. 

Namjoon slammed into you, filling you up in one go. He didn’t even let you adjust since you had, had so many toys inside of you he felt you were stretched enough. He started to relentlessly plow into your pussy pushing his hips hard against yours with brutal force as if he was seeing if he could break you. His name mixed with daddy fell from your lips and he loved it, hearing the weakness there how you gave into him. It made him pulse inside your pussy. He knew you were close but like a good girl you would hold out for him. So he gripped your hair tangling his fingers into the strands to yank your head back crashing his lips against yours in a sloppy and rough manner. 

His free hand moving to rub your clit as he let you fall back against the mattress his hips fucking yours into the bed. He pinned you under him with his hips, grinding his at a fast pace to keep the drill going wanting you to release. His tongue shoved down your throat while he let you taste the faint remains of yourself on his tongue. Namjoon growled feeling you squeeze around him, your clit was throbbing, he felt your orgasm clenching into your stomach. 

You writhed under him against the sheets trying to keep up with his kisses. Your mind was blank and the only think you chanted was yes and more. You spread your weak legs wider as they started to tingle, your orgasm starting a slow fire inside of you. 

“Cum baby. Soak my dick.” Namjoon grunted as he pulled away from your lips to moan against your ear. He licked the shell of your ear biting and nipping on it before he went to your neck sucking on his mark on your skin as you nodded giving into him. 

“DADDY!” Was all you had the strength to scream out as your orgasm took over your limbs. You cummed on his dick not even arching your back but dropping your head forward in tiredness. Namjoon continued fucking you like a rag doll grunting and growling until he was cumming inside of your pussy stilling his hips. He shuddered as he released long thick ropes inside of you making sure it was all out before he slowly pulled out. Namjoon uncuffed you after awhile seeing that you couldn’t even keep your eyes open. 

In a blur you watched things as Namjoon cleaned up the space around you, you heard the running of water, the smelling of lavender and then you felt the water on your skin as you were getting cleaned. You could barely keep your eyes open and everything screamed, every limb burned but you let Namjoon take care of you. Once you were clean he dried you off and laid you naked on the bed. You felt his strong rough calloused hands putting cream onto your body and it was to soothe all the markings he had made. The monster was gone and your sweet loving boyfriend was back. Once he was finished he was scooping you up in his arms and you heard the words uttered to your ears only falling asleep after tiredly saying it back. 

“I love you too Joon.”


I need to take my ass to bed, what the fuck did I just write.

Exo Reaction: Accidentally Touching Their Crotch

Request: “hey i requested earlier about the exo/monsta x touching their crotch. I meant if you were dating him and if you ACCIDENTLY touched it. thnx (:”

Here’s the exo version! Thanks for requesting :)

~Admin Cherry Bop :*


Originally posted by secrethideoutme

Minseok thought you did it on purpose, and took it as a sign that you’re in the mood. He would look you dead in the eye and ask if you wanted to go to the bedroom. He wouldn’t really be phased by it would probably think that you were just that horny, and was going to fulfill any needs you had. When you tell him it was an accident, he would be like “oh, okay” and go on with his day. 


Originally posted by vogueksoo

Gives you a look like “hey no.” Would not want you to touch him in public like that. When you tell him that it was an accident, he would say that you should be more careful next time because the other members might see it and assume you did it on purpose (literally no one is around).

“Yes, I get that you didn’t mean to, but try not to let that happen again next time, because the guys might think you meant to do it. And you know what they would do to me, Y/N?”


“They would tease me, and as the leader, I would not like to be teased…” *talks about it forever, probably thinks he’s doing you a favor with lecturing you*

(He talks so much because it’s the only way to make the situation less awkward, since you caught him off guard)


Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Yixing is so cute, at first he would jump and ask why you touched him there. You laughed at his expression because it was just so funny. When you tell him that it was an accident, he would laugh out of embarrassment, since he thought it was on purpose and thought about his reaction to it.

“…I overreacted a bit, didn’t I?”

“Just a little…”


Originally posted by baekvanilla

Secretly wishes you did it on purpose, because it kind of turned him on. Tries to be discreet about it, but fails. One to ask if you’re sure that it was an accident, and kind of be annoying about it, just to mess with you. You repeated that yes, you’re sure it’s an accident, and if it wasn’t, you wouldn’t have moved your hand away immediately. Baekhyun would be a bit childish and say some sarcastic shit like,

“Okay, no need to get hostile! Geez, it was just a question”

Probably tries to get it on with you that night


Originally posted by overnightprincess

When your hand made contact with his crotch, Jongdae covers his privates and laughs. You apologize to him and let him know that it was just an accident. He would just be giggly all day. He thinks it’s silly how you touched his crotch, out of all places, on accident.


Originally posted by r-velvets

Chanyeol would get very playful, thinking you did it on purpose, so he would slap your butt. 

“Someone’s a bit bold today”

You tell him you didn’t mean to do it, and he would just be like, 

“Oh. Well you got a butt slap from me, so good for you, babe”

Would make you laugh to avoid the situation from getting awkward (both of you would forget about it, and the rest of the day would be normal).


Originally posted by jonginssoo

Kyungsoo would be laughing with you after he teased you, when you attempted to playfully hit him. You were trying to lightly hit his leg, and your hand ended up on his crotch. When he felt a hand on his crotch (gif), his smile went away so fast. It would make him feel really awkward and shy on the inside. To hide that, he would pretend to be angry at you. You could tell him that it was just an accident, but that would make no difference to him (he already knew that, plus you still touched his goods). Tells you that you need to have a sense of personal space. You could tell he’s only pretending, and you found it cute, and that just made him act more annoyed. On the inside, he’s more like this:

Originally posted by kyungsuhos


Originally posted by intokai

Quickly grabs your hand, and would tell you that you could just tell him if you were in the mood, so you don’t catch him off guard. He’s a gentleman about it at first. Then you tell him that it was an accident, and he says,

“Oh. Well, if you change your mind, I’ll be in the bedroom”  and turns around to walk towards it (gif) why is he like this

Even though your intentions weren’t to get him in the mood, he practically gave you an offer you couldn’t resist (you’ll feel the need to follow him, like what’s there to lose, am I right?)


Originally posted by r-velvets

First, he gets super flustered, and has a stank face on. His expression changes only when you apologize and tell him that it was an accident. Then Sehun smirks a bit and gets sassy about the whole situation. He would tease the shit out of you,

“I know you meant to do that”

“I promise I didn’t, Sehun”

“Yeah, whatever” (gif)

family expectations / sirius black

requested. i have finally posted something and it’s probably crap. i apologize if it is x 

request here

Your elbows were propped on the table, fingers pressed against your temple as your right leg bounced up and down, brows furrowed in concentration. You kept mumbling to yourself ingredients to a potion, your concentration drifting away every time laughter erupted from a group of what seemed to be second years sitting in a corner.

You were at the library trying to revise for your upcoming N.E.W.T. exam in Potions and it was going well till those disruptive kids appeared.

“Powdered root of Asphodel, Wormwood, Valerian Spri-”

“Thats bloody hilarious!”

Your hands clenched into tight fists, knuckles turning white as you slammed them down on the table and abruptly stood up to make your way over to the group. If Madam Pince wasn’t going to resolve this issue then you were.

All you wanted was peace and quiet but it appeared that no matter where you went to revise, distractions always followed you.

“Whoa! Who are you going to kill?” 

Speaking of distractions.

“I’m not going to kill anyone.” You huffed.

“Really? Because your eyes scream murder.” He commented.

You stared at the luxuriant ebony-haired boy, another huff escaping your lips as you ignored his comment. “What are you doing here?” You questioned.

“What? Am I not the type to be found at a library, finding a solid good book to read?”

“You and reading don’t really go hand in hand.” The tone of your voice hinted irritation.  

“Ouch.” He feigned, placing a hand over his chest. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m fine.” You lied, your eyes flickering over to the group that erupted into another fit of laughter, your hands clenching against your sides.

Sirius raised an eyebrow at you, silence consuming him for a moment as he didn’t want to press any buttons that would cause you to become more irritated than what you already are, so he studied the look on your face in hopes to find evidence about what’s bugging you. The dark bags under your eyes gave away how restless you’ve been, the pale color that covered your usually rosy lips hinted insufficient fluid consumption, and the sight of your unkempt hair showed that you’ve been far too distracted with something that you were neglecting your appearance. And he knew the reason why had to be that you’ve been relentlessly revising for the exams that were quickly approaching.

“Y/N, baby. I think you should take a break.” He said softly, reaching for one of your hands.

You shook your head, biting at your bottom lip. “No. I can’t rest until I take the exam, Sirius.”

“C'mon you’ve been revising all week. A little break won’t hurt, love. We can sneak out and go out to eat or do whatever you want. It’ll be fun.” He tried to persuade but you shook your head again. “Listen Sirius, I’m fine and just need to study, alright? Please just leave me alone. That’s what I want. Peace and quiet with no distractions.” You explained.


“No buts, Sirius. You don’t understand. I need to study and you’re not helping. You’ll only be distracting me so please go.” You requested as the edges of your lips twitched into a frown, your eyes closing when he leaned forward to place a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“If that’s what you really want.” He mumbled against your skin. “I’m here for you, you know that right?” His hands squeezed yours, his soften eyes fixed on you.

You nodded but stayed silent, a sigh escaping your lips once you watched him eventually walk away from you. You were angry at yourself for responding to him that way, but you knew that revising was far more important at the moment, especially since having received that Howler not too long ago.

“Y/F/N, your father and I have heard a rumor that you blew up your cauldron in class recently. That indicates that you have made a mistake and such things are not tolerated in this household. You should be ashamed! You’re the Head Girl and a top student! You come from a lineage of Ravenclaws and to make such an empty-headed mistake brings dishonor to this family. It will be in your best interest to maintain top marks in your N.E.W.T.s. or else.”

Your mothers words constantly replayed itself in your head and you knew that if anyone would’ve overheard the Howler, they would have laughed at how your mother was plainly overreacting and you would’ve agreed with them. She was overreacting but she never played around when it came to your academics. That’s why you’ve been pushing yourself past your limit these days, you had to achieve top marks. You feared that wouldn’t be the case with your Potions class though. You had always struggled a bit with the class, not being a natural potion maker like one of your friends from Gryffindor. You tend to mix up the ingredients and never actually had the patience to brew the thing.

You had came to a decision the next day that you were going to skip your classes the entire day, spending your time and attention on revising and memorizing the potions you needed to know instead. It was your absence that caused Sirius to worry even more. That following morning after having found you in the library, he didn’t see you in the Great Hall where you usually sat with your friends and throughout the day you never showed up at your usual meet up spots nor in the classes the two of you shared together. He was worried for you and began to ask around if anyone knew your whereabouts but no one could give him an accurate answer because they were just as clueless.

“B-Bowtruckle.” You managed to spit out, the Fat Lady eyeing you for a moment before opening up the entrance to the Gryffindor’s Common Room. You managed to walk through the entrance without falling, the grasp you had on the bottle of Firewhisky tightening. “Sirius?” You slurred, eyebrows knitting together as you tried to get a good look of the boy who was slumped in one of the couches.

Sirius head swiftly turned to look at you, his eyes widening as he practically flew off the couch and was by your side in seconds. “Have you been drinking?” He questioned, his voice trailing off when he caught site of the bottle held tightly in one of your hands.

“No.” You lied.

“I can see the bottle, Y/N/N.”

“What bottle?” You grinned cheekily at him, moving your hand behind your back.

“Give it to me.”


“Give it.”


He tried to reach behind your back but you quickly moved, stumbling a bit in the process. “Don’t be stubborn and give me the bottle. I can practically smell the alcohol on you.” He pointed out, grabbing a tight hold of you as his free hand reached for the bottle once more, managing to be successful this time.

“Boo! You’re no fun.” You stuck your tongue at him, crossing your arms against your chest in defiance as you refused to let him drag you to the couch.

“Why are you drinking, love? Especially at this time of night?” He asked.

“Well, why are you up so late?” You questioned.

“Because I was hoping you’d show up with an explanation to why you’ve disappeared all day without telling me or anyone in fact.” He answered.

The only thing your mind was able to grasp though was the Howler your mother had sent, your lips beginning to tremble as your eyes started watering.“I’m so dumb!” You cried, falling to the floor. Sirius couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh, the small smile etched on his lips soon disappearing when he noticed the tears that started to stream down your cheeks. “Ssh baby, don’t cry. You’re not dumb.” He assured, dropping the bottle before sitting down beside you and trying to wipe the tears but you gently swatted his hand away.

Your body was sprawled across the floor, eyes lazily staring up at the common room ceiling, “Yes I am!” You declared. “I’m terrible at potions! I blew up t-that cauldron last week, remember?” Your words were slurred but still understandable.

“Yes, but that doesn’t make you dumb.” He tried to reason.

“Yes it does!” You hiccuped, your arms flailing around as you tried to use proper hand gestures. “It’s a mistake! I made a mistake and in my family that i-isn’t acceptable! I’m in Ravenclaw we’re s-supposed to be the smart ones and I’m terrible at Potions so I’m going to fail my exam and my family will d-disown me and i’ll be homeless and eat sewer rats for the rest of my life because I won’t find a job! That’s why i’ve been studying for that final all day. And oh merlin! I was so rude to you yesterday at the library. I’m such a terrible person! All you wanted to do was help and I’m so sorry! I needed to be alone and to study in peace. I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

Sirius stared at you with wide eyes, not being able to stop himself from smiling at the way you overdramatized part of your reasons. It was clear to him now on why you didn’t show up to class today. You were overly stressed about the exams that were quickly approaching.

“Stop it! You’re laughing at me.” You accused, covering your face with your hands. “I came here to find and talk to you and apologize for being such a mean girlfriend, but you’re laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you, love. I swear. And you’re not some terrible girlfriend. You’re just stressed and I think you’re overreacting a tad bit.”

“No I’m not!”

“Yes you are and do you know why?” He questioned.

“Why?” You whispered, peeping through your fingers so you could look at him.

“Because you’re the smartest girl I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. And don’t say you’re not because you are.” He went on. “So what if you blew up some cauldrons? Peter has blown up twice as many I bet. And if your family is going to disown you because of that then screw them. And that’s coming from the original family disappointment here.” He laughed. “You’re not perfect, Y/N, no one is. So it’s okay if you struggle with a class, trust me. That doesn’t make you any less intelligent. I also don’t think that just because you’re not able to brew up a potion properly it will land you on the streets and cause you to eat sewer rats. Besides, I wouldn’t let that happen.”

You sat up swiftly, elbows propping up on the floor as you felt the blood rushing to your head, causing your vision to blur a bit. “Do you mean that?” You whispered, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“Every word.” He smiled. “You’re going to do just fine. And besides, if you do end up living in the streets and eating rats then I know the perfect spell that’ll make it taste better.”

You let out out a laugh, your lips curving up into a smile. “Oh Sirius Black! I love you so much!” You exclaimed, throwing yourself on top of him, your arms wrapping around him as the two of you fell back.

“I love you too, princess. Just remember to take it easy and find some time to give yourself a break.” He murmured, his voice softly spoken as he massaged deep circles onto your back. “And don’t try to live up to some ridiculously high expectations. Like i’ve mentioned, It’s not worth it and it doesn’t make you any less intelligent.”

“What would I do without you?” You mused into his chest, the both of you nonverbally deciding to stay on the common room floor for the rest of the night.

“Dunno, love. Maybe eat sewer rats?”

★ On the Rocks / Ross Butler ★

Words: 1555

Throwing the folder to the side, you release an agitated groan. Ross had promised you he would be home early tonight. He had assured you that you would both finally move forward with your wedding plans.

You and he both had such full on schedules, so much so that it seemed as though you barely crossed paths with him despite the fact you live together. Today was the first day you had had off in over a month and you just wanted to spend the day relaxing-but you knew you had to try and be productive, so you had got out all of your wedding planners and got stuck right into them. 

With your schedule about to become even busier, as you were going to start the filming for a new show you had recently been casted for-you wanted to get as much done as possible.

By the time Ross arrived home, it was past dinner and you had pushed aside the wedding planners and had put in a movie. 

Pressing pause, you watch as he makes his way into the room. The day had taken a toll on him and you could see he was just as exhausted as you imagined he would be.

Instead of insisting he sit down and start planning your big day like you had wanted him to do, you sigh and rise to your feet. 

Ross meets you gaze and offers you an apologetic smile as you pull him into a hug. “I’ve missed you,” you mumble, burying your face in his chest, having felt as though you hadn’t had a minute to yourselves in a long time. 

He takes a deep breath as he holds you tight, “I’ve missed you too,” he whispers just as quietly. “I’m sorry,” he apologises, “I know I said I’d be here…but the shoot went longer than what I thought it would.”

Pulling back you lift your hand to rest on the side of his face, “It’s okay,” you insist, though the disappointment in your voice could be heard.

“How about I have a quick meal and then we can sit down and run through some ideas?” he suggests.

“I would really love that,” you smile. 

Ross leans down to kiss the top of your head, “I’ll come sit down in a few,” he promises before releasing you from his hold.

You return to your previous seat and instead of resuming your movie, you move the overflowing folders back onto the couch, organising the papers into categories.

The wedding party and the guest list had already been decided, the most difficult decision you were had to make was the date and venue. 

Your wedding had already been pushed off so many times you had lost count. Ross wanted the ceremony to happen as soon as possible, having grown tired of waiting for so long. You on the other hand, wanted the day to be perfectly timed and not just to happen for the sake of it. 

Ross joined you after he had eaten, sitting opposite you he flicks though the small display folder you had made of the venues you liked the look of. “I still want to have the ceremony outside,” you tell him. “There are some really beautiful gardens,” you continue.

“The seasons are changing,” he comments. “The weather’s getting colder and more unpredictable. We would have to wait until next year for spring or summer to return.”

“Is that a problem?” you ask, confusion spreading across your face. “I thought we decided to have a spring wedding anyway.”

“That was months ago when we thought we’d be getting married early this year,” he replies. 

You turn your body so you were facing him, “We had to plan around your filming schedule though,” you remind him. “We had to postpone the wedding.”

Ross places the book down and looks you in the eyes, “What about all the times before that though?”

Your jaw drops slightly, unable to comprehend what he was asking. “What are you trying to say?”

He only shakes his head, “Doesn’t matter.”

You copy his action, your head moving side to side, “No,” you deny, “it does matter.”

Ross sighs, “Do you still want to marry me?”

Scoffing, you cross your arms, “Why would you ask me that?”

“You’re not answering the question.”

“Of course I still want to marry you! Where is this coming from? I love you Ross,” you declare, “nothing has changed.”

“But it has,” he counters. “Everything has changed. We hardly see each other or talk to one another, this is the first time in months we’ve tried to plan for the wedding.”

“Ross,” you interrupt, “when would we have the time to sit down together and do this? You said it yourself, we hardly see each other. But just because our lives are hectic right now, it doesn’t mean I don’t want any of it. I want you, I want to marry you, I want to live my life with you,” you list. “I know we keep pushing off the wedding…but we didn’t have any other choice. This is our careers we’re talking about, we can’t just put all of that on hold.”

“So you’d rather put our life on hold?” Ross asks.

“Where is all of this coming from?” you demand. “Is it you who doesn’t want to get married anymore? Are you just trying to find some excuse-any excuse-to not go through with it?”

Ross rolls his eyes, “Don’t do that,” he says. 

You snort, “Do what? Accuse you of exactly what you are me? If you don’t want to do this anymore, all you had to do was tell me. Actually you know what?” you ask, ignoring his question. “If you don’t want to do this, then we won’t. We’ll just call it off. All of it.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t want to-” his words are cut short, staring up at you as you rise to your feet. You leave the folders behind on the couch as you move away from them. “What are you doing?” Ross questions, he, too, was now standing.

“I’m leaving,” you tell him. You knew you were probably overreacting a little bit, but you couldn’t be around him right now. You just needed some space. 

“Where are you going?” Ross asks, worry lacing his tone.

You take a deep breath, “I’ll probably stay at (Y/F/N)’s.”

He takes a step towards you, “Don’t go,” he begs. “Stay. We’ll talk about this, you’re taking this out of proportion.”

Nodding, you wrap your arms around yourself, “Probably,” you admit. “But I think we need some time apart to think this over, to figure out what we want.”

Not giving him a chance to say anything else, you leave the lounge and make your way to the bedroom to start packing your bag.

Hollywood’s power couple on the rocks?

American heartthrob Ross Butler, 27, and (Y/N) (Y/L/N), (Y/A), seem to be going through “a rough patch” says a source close to the pair. They claim (Y/L/N) moved out of their shared home just over a week ago, “needing some time to just get back on track”. 

Being so caught up in their jobs it’s fair to say the lovebirds haven’t had much time to themselves recently-the last time they were seen out in the streets of LA together being over two months ago now.

With Butler just starting to film the much anticipated second season to the Netflix’s Original series ‘13 Reasons Why’ and (Y/L/N)’s recent signing of a new contract with (network) to star in the upcoming show ‘(S/N)’-we can’t see these two having a clear schedule anytime soon. 

The couple announced their engagement via social media almost two years ago and we haven’t heard much of their big day since. 

Rolling to your side, you unlock your phone for the umpteenth time in the last fifteen minutes. You missed Ross, you hadn’t spoken to him over the past few days-just a few text messages here and there.

You knew you made a mistake leaving the way you did, but you knew it was the right thing to do at the time.

But now it was time to face him, to have the conversation you were dreading. You knew exactly what you wanted, you always have-you just weren’t sure how Ross was feeling right now.

Finally having the courage to dial his number, you wait patiently as the phone rings. He picks up the call within the first few rings, “Hey,” he greets quietly.

“Hey,” you echo.

Neither of you say anything for a while, you just lie there in silence. “When are you coming home?” Ross asks.

“Do you want me home?”

“More than anything,” he insists. “I never wanted you to leave in the first place.”

“I’m sorry.”

He sighs, “Don’t be. I get it. We need to talk though, really talk this time and listen.”

“I know.” 

It was quiet for a few more seconds, “Can you come tonight?”

“I can be home within an hour,” you whisper.

“I’ll see you then.” Just as you were about to hang up, he speaks again. “And (Y/N)?”


“I love you.”

Closing your eyes, a smile forms on your face, “I love you, too.”

  • James Potter is a trans boy
  • He ruffles his hair, not because it makes him feel cool and like a rebel, but because he’s always anxious about passing and he thinks the messiness helps
  • He loves quidditch and always pushes himself harder than anyone else in practice because he loves flying and loves the sport yeah, but he also loves that a good workout helps his body dysphoria, and he can’t wait to have all of the muscles 
  • When he came out to his parents his mom hugged him, and his dad made a joke about “thank God, the potter name will live on”
  • But James still sometimes feels like he upset the perfect family his parents once thought they had 
  • He talks to Remus about this over mugs of hot chocolate late at night in the common room
  • Remus tells James that he’s worried his parents can only think of him as a monster
  • and James tells Remus he’s worried his parents can only think of him as their daughter 
  • Which is also why every time Lily Evans rejects James he overreacts just a little bit, because deep down he’s worried he’s not “enough of a guy” for her or that she doesn’t want to be with him because he’s trans
  • Even though, he pays attention to how she interacts with people, and he knows how accepting and understanding and tolerant she is
  • which is why he fell in love with her in the first place