#I mean to an extend it makes sense bc she was his first friend but the s4 finale set him up to be friends with twilight too

[eldragon-x]

Maybe I should actually read that specific part of the g5 comics before I make judgements but knowing that Discords is sad and depressed long after Fluttershy dies grates me sooo much. Girl let him be friends with Twilight.

[tremendum]

personal lies

[not my gif. title from the song of the same name, by Djo.] pairing: dbf!joel miller x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her)     rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)       word count: 5.6k  requested: Hi! Your work is so insane and incredible! I've literally been thinking about Joel Miller nonstop and was wondering if you'd write a fic where reader is flirty but also has a way of getting herself into clumsy situations- like she bends over to grab something at a party and Joel turns around at the same time and he's pressed right against reader's ass- and these situations keep happening and she just bullies him about him being a pervert until he finally does something about it ;) Keep up the incredible writing!! summary: "when you were young, you'd always thought Joel was handsome - but he was just your dad's friend, someone who would make you blush strictly because he was teasing you. now, though - he makes your cheeks flush for a whole new plethora of reasons." warnings: healthy age gap (reader is around 23, Joel is like 47), DBF!Joel, Mean!Joel, brat tamer!Joel, brat!reader, dom!Joel, semi-public sex, light voyeurism, choking, light dacryphilia, inappropriate use of household appliances, use of word slut, its dirty, slight allusions to exhibitionism, brief choking, so much dirty talk (its joel), so much degradation, reader calls Joel a pervert, teasing, slight dumbification, brief spitting, rough sex, unprotected PiV, cum play, spanking. think that's it!

notes: okay once again, another mean!Joel for the soul! its a problem! im happy for this request bc it helped so much with my writer's block. pls pls keep sending requests i love them all u guys are amazing.

[other Joel fics: i’ve got headaches and bad luck but they couldn’t touch you fever landmines  Mr. Miller Series ]

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the bathroom window fogs much quicker than it used to. 

it's the first thing you've realized since returning back to your childhood home - the lack of use in your old shower, now empty of all the half-used floral shampoos and body scrubs of your youth. 

you suppose it makes sense, with your father living on his own now that you're five years out of the house - he has no real need to shower in the bathroom you'd once used as your own. in fact, as you examine under the cabinets and the medicine cupboard, it seems as though he's converted it into a storage room for cleaning supplies and the odd bundle of cotton swabs. 

it makes you grin as you massage lotion into your legs, staring at your foggy reflection. 

your father's muffled voice from downstairs shouts something and, in lieu of a response, you towel off and wrap it around yourself, cursing your father for not restocking towels that were large enough to cover yourself in a modest way to your trek back to your room; not that it much matters, your father's friends won't be arriving for another hour and a half, at the least. 

you're struck with something from your youth when you open the door, though -

and it grunts in response. 

the breath leaves your throat as your eyes drag over the expanse of chest which lies just in front of the bathroom, with a hand extended almost as if he were about to open the door - muscular arms and a familiar wristwatch - certainly not your father's. 

you gape up at Joel Miller, who stares, wide-eyed, back down at your form.

your face floods with an immense amount of heat; Joel Miller, your father's closest friend.

you haven't seen him since last summer - and before then it was even more scarce. between college out of state and splitting summers with your father and mother, before your visit home last summer, you don't think you'd seen him since you left for university. 

he's changed, but not that much - tan, with hair that curls at the nape of his neck, a nicely fit t-shirt that brings out the honey of his eyes. now, though, he's got slight smile lines on his face that compliment his striking, burly features and a peppering of gray through his hair; your mouth runs dry as you take in the large frame of thick shoulders and contoured biceps. christ. 

when you were a teen, you'd always thought Joel was handsome - he was kind, funny, and would always buy you iced tea when he ran for some beers for him and your father after a day working around the house or in the yard. but he was just your dad's friend, someone who made you blush strictly because he was teasing you. 

now, though - ever since last summer when you'd caught his eyes lingering on your figure a few too many times, he makes your cheeks flush for a whole new plethora of reasons. it was a thrilling game you came to know last summer - the way he’d flush and clench his jaw after every quip, each slight tease of phrase, wink, of riding up of your skirt when he walked by.

it makes your stomach flip still - and the most delicious part of it all is the smoldering glares he'd give you when you pushed him too far; last summer, you'd discovered the only good thing about your clumsy, teasing nature: Joel's reactions. 

he’s everything the gentleman, always has been - even when you pushed his buttons, flustered him, he never lost his cool. only ever let his eyes wander and speak for themselves.

so when you open the door directly into him, you’re shocked to see him standing there, eyes wide.

his appearance throws you off, as there was nobody besides your father in the house when you'd stepped into the shower minutes before. tilting your head, you regain your footing quickly, heart picking up as you see his eyes rake over the length of your legs, exposed from the tiny pink towel you wear.

it’s been far too long you think, noting the change in his face when he recognizes you.

his eyes scour over every curve of your body, as if seeing you for the first time- you can’t hide your smirk. "can I help you with something, Joel?"  

his eyes avert just as quick as they found you, staring at something extremely interesting just above the crown of your head. "was lookin' for some rags. your father spilled downstairs." he shifts on his feet, looking into the steamy bathroom behind your frame, "didn't realize there was anybody home..." 

you hum, lifting a brow, "good thing I came out when I did," you send him a sly grin, "or else you'd have gotten a show." you tease, shooting him a gentle wink.

his eyes narrow slightly, tilting his head. he mutters your name lowly and it strikes you that you haven’t seen him in over a year and here you are, staring up at him, in a minuscule towel.

“watch it. didn’t know y’were in there.” he utters, sounding defensive as he crosses his arms over his broad chest.

the rumble of your name as it leaves his lips is insatiable; it bathes you in heat as his eyes flicker down towards your chest and back up to your eyes and you smirk, a light tut leaving your mouth.

"sure you didn’t, Joel.”

he cocks a brow at your implications, his head tilting slightly, but he says nothing. your father yells something about warped wood downstairs and the moment snaps, Joel clearing his throat and you looking away.

“I'm onto you, perv." you smirk, winking once again. you don't give yourself the chance to see his reaction as you brush past him, a flick of your wet hair trailing over the green cotton of the shirt that hugs his biceps. you don't hear him move even as you slide past your door and shut it. 

it’s not until you’re inside your room that you hear the bathroom door slam so hard it reverberates through your walls. you fight your racing heartbeat and dull throb of arousal, pressing your fingers against your hot cheeks. 

"honey?" your dad calls as you leave your room.

“Joel's here. come say hi and help us set up."

your heart skips, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you round the stairs, where the two men stand at the bottom. feigning surprise, you start down the steps towards them. "hi, Mr. Miller." you say pleasantly, "when did you get here?" 

Joel's eyes flash with something as he watches you, tilting his head as if trying to decipher what you're playing at - as if he didn’t see you in a towel thirty minutes ago.

"little bit ago." he responds, shifting on his feet and watching you with crossed arms. “when did you get here?” he counters, nodding to your suitcase, which sits still at the top of your stairs.

your dad laughs at your words, though, breaking the tension he didn't even feel before you can answer Joel’s question. "-Mr. Miller? since when did you have any manners?" your dad snorts, "been calling him Joel as long as I have."   you roll your eyes playfully at him, reaching the last step, still a few inches shorter than the man next to your dad. 

Joel’s eyebrows raise; you look away as you grin. “trying to be polite, I guess. it’s been a bit.” you shrug.

"guess they did teach ya something mature in college, huh?" you dad smirks, nudging your arm. you flush and shrug just as Joel swallows, "haven't seen you in a while, sweetheart." he nods, "how've you been?" 

you smile, "been really good, Joel. better now that I get to see my favorite old man." you tease, stepping between the two men, eyes trailing over Joel's gaze even as you walk away. despite your dad's grunt of offense at your joke, he still grins, "you look nice, honey." he says, patting your shoulder.

you smile, not breaking eye contact with Joel as you hum, "thanks, I just showered."  

the crowd is thicker than you expected.

you didn’t know your father even had this many friends.

besides your own friends who you’d invited to come catch up, you spent the afternoon chatting with nearly every person in the old neighborhood you’d ever met.

if you thought being home from school while you were a student was bad, being freshly graduated at a backyard barbeque full of your dad's friends was much, much worse. 

flocks of couples, neighbors, and family friends gravitate towards you in waves, asking about your achievements and new job and oh, what's it like in the big city? 

you're barely able to break away for a minute to stalk over to the side of your house, nestled up in the grass of your backyard, to grab refreshments - sure, you've already had a few beers and you're not particularly thirsty, but Joel's leaning up against the side of the house and you're drawn with a heat in your abdomen towards him.

a small group of men talk just next to the coolers, engrossed in some conversation that holds no interest to you; but he's there, and something inside you screams for his attention. 

you barely brush his back to excuse yourself past the bodies, reaching down into the cooler to fish out something palatable.

but your blood runs just as cold as the ice in your hand when a sudden pressure against your ass sends a shiver of desire through you. 

you instinctively gasp. the pressure of someone’s hips pressing firmly but briefly against your ass, by accident, startles you as you stand up, a pulsing desire spreading through you instantly once you see Joel, face in shock, behind you.

you swallow; he must have turned after thinking someone’d tried to get his attention, just as you’d bent over. your face heats up.

you're met with eyes that hold awkward shock and a small dark flame that flickers slowly as your shame suddenly melts into a smirk, lunging at the perfect opportunity to sink your claws into him. 

"s-sorry, didn't see you there." he stutters slightly. heat pools in your stomach at the flush on his cheeks, the white ring around his knuckles spreading where he grips the neck of his beer bottle too tight. 

grinning, you shrug. "it's okay, Joel. I'm sure it was an accident. you seem to be prone to them." you say sweetly, voice sounding almost simpering as you smile.

from the look he gives you, it's clear he can see right through your words. "were you grabbing a beer?" you ask, watching his jaw clench. 

"no, I was-" but he stops himself at the teasing raise of your brows, shaking his head as he tries to save himself from your teasing. "sure. yeah." 

but just like that, he's fallen into your trap, and you smile, “just watch where you’re standing this time, yeah?” you ask. and within a split second, you're bending over again right before him, falsely digging through ice to grab a bottle that you know he likes. you shift slightly, leaning your weight on one leg as to pop your hip slightly before straightening up and handing the bottle to him with a smirk.

when you whirl back around, his eyes are up towards the sky, jaw clenched tightly with strain as if silently praying to god; though you know Joel Miller has not once stepped foot into a church in his whole life. he clears his throat tersely, eyes meeting yours again as he grabs the bottle from you. "thanks," he mutters. 

"you might want to finish that one first." you say with a grin, nodding towards his half-full beer bottle opened in his hands. he looks riled as he sends you a harsh look that only makes you smirk more, shrugging as you saunter off. 

as much as you try, you can’t get the feeling of Joel pressed against you out of your mind.

and, with a shivering glance across the patio, you can tell he can’t either; while fully engrossed in a conversation with a woman close to his age, you lock eyes with Joel for a full five seconds before you break away. his gaze is heavy and intent - it follows you, watches you interact with people from the town and your friends from high school.

despite the scorching stares he sends you from across the yard, you keep your distance from Joel, too. you're engrossed catching up with a few friends from high school on the patio when your dad pulls you aside, asking you to help out bringing the food onto the patio. 

bowls of chips, salads, roasted vegetables, condiments, and several different variations of sweets are brought out and spread across the folded tables outside. the smell of ribs and pulled pork from your father's smoker fills the air while you fill a tub full of water for the kids on the law to bob for apples in, watching from the serenity of your kitchen. 

the breeze floats through the open window as you stare out, the scene calm as you let your thoughts linger. out near the yard, a woman leans down to pick up a discarded paper plate and the man beside her places his hand on her hip; a gentle squeeze that has your eyes glued to the motion. unable to help it, your mind wanders.

Joel's hands are large; they're rough with callouses from work and the skin gets cracked during the winter, but they're warm. you start to wonder if he's got a woman to touch like that - sure, you remember a few women who'd hung out around your dad and him when you were younger, once Sarah was old enough. but there'd never, to your knowledge, been a serious girlfriend.

you watch with desire as the man taps the woman's hip, fingers close to her ass, as she straightens, and it causes you to avert your eyes. your cheeks heat as you imagine the way it'd feel if you were out there - if the man's hand was Joel's, if he were to grab you in the middle of all these people, shove you down onto your knees-

you clear your throat, eyes snapping down to the sink where the water was overflowing from the bin with a gentle bubbling noise.

you groan to yourself in embarrassment. you need to get a fucking grip - no, you need to get laid. 

the tub is filled a little too high; it's unsteady as you lift it up, hoisting it above your hips to hold against yourself as you turn around. but there's a figure behind you that makes you jump in shock, jolting the tub until it spills over yourself. you're hit with a shocking rush of cold as the water tips and drenches you; you let out a sharp yelp as one hand flies to your chest. "christ!" you snap, eyes landing on the perpetrator - 

"Joel!" you snap, "you scared me."

"jesus," he mutters, moving towards you, grabbing the bin from you and placing it down on the counter, "I wasn't even close t'you, sweetheart. I was walkin' into the garage." 

you swallow, taking a breath to calm your tight nerves. "I was zoned out, I guess-" you curse your bumbling hands, a light breeze catching over your wet skin and sending a shiver through you. just your luck.

you sigh, tilting your head, "what are you doing, slinking around here?" you raise a brow as you accuse him. he rolls his eyes, "ain't slinking anywhere. was goin' to find apples. your dad is adamant about those kids on the lawn. afraid they're gonna tear up his landscaping." 

you sigh, shaking your head, "you made me spill." you pout dumbly, heart still pounding as you become increasingly aware of how wet your dress is- his eyes narrow, "'s not my fault you're always gettin' yourself into trouble." he mutters, shrugging as he looks down at your chest, the fabric slowly melding itself against your hot skin as the water spreads. 

"says you." you retort, shaking your head. his eyes catch yours after you mutter it; a quick, intense glance that sends a strike of heat through you. a warning look. 

but as always, he doesn't linger on your teasing, instead clearing his throat and moving on. it drives you mad as he hums. "at least it's water." he tries, "clean you right up." he hands you a dish towel, which you take with a quirked brow. desire burns between your legs.

"I already showered today," your voice is seductive, floating through the tense silence of the room as your eyes meet the side of his face. "as I'm sure you haven't forgot." you tease.

his hands freeze from where they were, wiping some of the water from the counter with a towel. he turns slowly to look at you, face dark. the air suddenly feels thick. "what's that supposed to mean?" his voice is low, brows drawn as he stares down at you - jaw clenched, chest heaving. his eyes dare you to say it, to let him take a bite. 

you hum, "don't act coy now, Mr. Miller." you tease, watching his eyes darken with your words. "I see the way you watch me. don't act like you aren't thinking about me." you add boldly, heart hammering - if, somehow, you've made it all up in your delusional head, you're utterly fucked. 

but his jaw ticks and his inhale is sharp, a flicker of his eyes down to your bra as it peeks through the wet material gives him away. it lights a flame within you that nothing else ever has. 

"creeping around upstairs while I'm showering. you're trying to tell me you weren't about to slide in, take a peek?" you tilt your head to stare up at him through lidded eyes, kicking the teasing up the highest you've ever done. 

you push onto your tip toes, your dripping chest mere inches from his as the barbeque continues feet away, outside. "you want to see it, don't you? feel me against you, like you did out there? I'm really warm." you mutter, drinking in his silence as he heaves his chest against yours. “and so tight.” you whisper, bold courage seeping through you as your eyes fall to the straining tent in his pants.

a rush of pride tickles you when he doesn't stop you, doesn't tell you off - so you continue, legs jelly with arousal. "I'm way too young for you, but you just can't stop yourself, can you?" you whisper into his ear, "you're so perverted, Joel." 

you're throbbing with heat when you pull back slightly to drink in his red cheeks, his piercing stare that nearly kills you. his glare is molten, sharp as his gaze flickers from you then out to the party, returning with a burning malice. "go change. now." is all he says.

"are you distracted, Joel?" you tease, smirking up at him. “or just too scared?”

“shut up.” he orders, the malice behind it barely surviving his bark as his eyes dip quickly to your chest and back.

you smirk, “you can’t keep your eyes away from me. you’re a sick man, Joel.” you mutter, letting your hand drag down the neckline of your dress, exposing your breasts through your wet fabric. he nearly growls, rough hand flying to your bare arm, tugging you close to him. "take it off." he hisses.

you blink up at him, shivering from the hungry, dark eyes that seem to tear you apart inch by inch, as you breathe out a defiant, "you're not my dad." 

he chuckles at that, an exhale leaving his lips. "you're damn right 'm not. and you're not a fuckin' child. go change." 

you settle on a darker sundress this time, to avoid another wardrobe malfunction.

your heart hammers just as loud in your throat as it did minutes earlier in the kitchen as you stare out your bedroom window, searching for one figure in the crowd of guests. Joel's nowhere in sight, yet the kids are all huddled around a tub of water with bright red apples bobbing up and down. 

with a sharp sigh, you gather your undergarments and dress to bring down to the washer, flicking off your light. 

the laundry room smells fresh - a breath of clean air after the suffocating tenseness of the kitchen. the thought of Joel's face makes your cunt flutter slightly; that dark, angry stare - the rouge of his cheeks at your words. where doubt should creep in, nothing but pride fills your mind, knowing you can rile up the man just as easy as riding a bike. 

you've just started the wash cycle, moving to stand up when the door slams shut, making you jump once again to be met with Joel's large frame. 

you raise your brows, masking your shock and nerves with a grin, "back for more, creep? too late, I already put my panties in the wash-" 

but he crowds into you so quick that your mouth snaps shut; your back hits the edge of the washer as you stare up at him, shocked. "'m tired of your shit," he sneers, eyes angry, "prancin' around, wearing next to nothin' and bendin' over for everyone to see." your stomach flutters.

he sneers his next words. "you really that clumsy, or are you just too shy to admit how bad your pussy's aching for your daddy's best friend?" 

your jaw nearly drops from such bluntness coming from Joel's lips. you've rarely even heard him cuss - only during football games and the one time he burnt his hand on the grill after you'd leaned over and given him a perfect view down your shirt. 

 "Joel-" you start, a rush of arousal flooding the seat of your panties as you're pushed backwards. he leans into your space, dipping his head until he's in your ear. "who's the real creep, huh?" he mutters, warm breath scattering chills over your neck, "you’re sick, baby. goin' after men almost twice your age." he tuts, sliding his thick jeans between the soft skin of your thighs. “you got no idea what a man like me could do t’ya.” you gasp sharply, hands gripping his thick shoulders and he pushes you back further, your spine thrumming with the rumble of the washing machine.

“bet you think you can show me, don’t you?” you challenge, raising a brow.

"tired of your bullshit, sweetheart." he shakes his head, leaning back. "how am I gonna get you to shut up?" he asks mockingly. you swallow, canting your hips slightly as a prickle of desire rolls over you. "bet you'd love to turn this into a lesson, wouldn't you Joel?" you tease back, but he moves his leg up slightly, the rough material brushing against your heat. jolts of pleasure erupt from the spot and you let out a short mewl. his hand rises to grip your jaw, firm but gentle. his skin is hot and large against your cheeks. 

"don't lie, sweetheart, you love it." he growls, "you love trippin' and spillin' shit just so I can come clean up your mess for you. 's that right? you just need my attention?" his thumb caresses over your cheek, jilting a brow as he stares down at you, "answer me." 

you swallow dryly, nodding pathetically, "yes." 

he tuts, condescending as he tilts his head. "where's all the teasing now, baby? you're always so talkative. did'ya realize I'm too much for you?" he taunts. 

you shake your head, eyes wide, "no!" you eject, flames of heat licking your cheeks as he smirks. you try to go back on yourself, play down your eagerness, "-no, you're not too much, I promise." 

he tilts his head the other way this time, eyes sharp. "so what is it, then? y'afraid of all the people out there? that your daddy's gonna come looking for ya and find us in here? see me touching you, like the pervert I am? because I'll leave right now 'f that's what you want." 

you shiver as another rush of arousal floods you, twitching your hips at his words, the low drawl of his voice. you grasp him tight by his biceps, holding yourself against him as you meet his hot stare, unable to voice your desires. your blood pumps with need. 

"oh." he hums, eyes narrowing as he pushes his thigh up against you roughly, eliciting a short moan from you. "or do you like that?" 

you swallow, eyes lowering to where you drag your hips over his leg, pathetically desperate. he chuckles and it reverberates in his chest under your palms. "anyone could walk in here, sweetheart. your dad could be on the other side." he whispers into your ear, coaxing a moan from you - he tuts, "-an the washer's not loud enough if y'gonna moan like that." 

you nod, staring into his eyes; they pierce you with their intensity. he's giving you an out, asking if this is what you really want, or if its just some juvenile grasp for attention. your mind has been made up since you found out Joel was coming today, though. 

"I'll be quiet for you, Joel." you whisper, nodding, "I can handle it." 

you can tell, he likes that; he presses to you fully, his hardening cock pressing against your side. you sharply inhale, the reality settling in as you drip with desire, aching for his touch. boldly, with a breath of fresh desire, you snake your hand down to palm him through his jeans - he's thick, straining against his jeans as his grip on your jaw tightens. 

"how long have you been this hard, Joel?" you tease, confidence sudden as you smirk, "bet you've been thinking of me since you tried to sneak into the shower earlier for a peep show." 

his hand slides down to grasp your throat as your sentence tapers out: a squeeze causes a rush of pleasure through you. "quit it with the fuckin' lyin'. you're already desperate enough." his breath is hot on your face. with a grin, you accentuate a squeeze on his bulge, coaxing a short grunt from him. "says you, old man?"

this pushes him to the edge. 

rough hands leave your hip and throat to flip your body over, pushing you until you're bent over the washing machine, its vibrations tremoring your whole body. "eager, are you?" you tease, gasping when one hand presses you from the base of your neck.

his voice is sharp in response, "tired of you, sweetheart. gonna fuck all the teasin' right out of you." 

your cunt flutters at his words, wiggling your hips until you press against his crotch, feeling the hard thickness of his clothed cock over your panties. "-and you'll probably love every second of it too.” you mutter against the cold white surface of the washer. 

a harsh swat on your ass makes you yelp slightly, the pleasure smearing arousal between your thighs, legs shaky with anticipation. you swallow heavily when your dress is shoved up over your hips, exposing your skimpy panties to Joel as his large hands splay over the flesh of your ass. 

his hands grip and squeeze your skin, teasing you, as slowly his fingers graze over the seat of your underwear, toying with the ruined, soaked fabric. "you're dripping," he taunts you, the stark words causing your eyes to widen, a short whimper leaving your lips. "eager, are you?" he parrots your words. 

you let out a shuddered moan, swallowing as a finger falls to rub feather-light circles over your throbbing, clothed clit. the sensation has you bucking back against his touch, but his own grip on you prevents your movement; a harsh grip on your neck, forcing you down against the vibrations of the machine.

"tell me what you want." Joel mutters, voice commanding. you resist the urge once again to roll your eyes as you grit your teeth; your own medicine tastes bitter as he feeds you spoonfuls. "come on, you've always loved to talk." he sneers, his voice taunting, as if recalling all the times you've teased him, secretly aching for him. "you had such good manners in front of your daddy earlier, didn't you? so where's that pretty please? say pretty please, Joel, please fuck me on my daddy’s washing machine." he adds, thumb pressing down slightly harder on your clit. a strangled noise escaped your throat, your eyes wrenching shut. “say you want me to use you.”

"fuck- pretty please- J-Joel, please use me-“ you whimper, giving up as he hums at your words. a squeeze on your throat.

“y’gonna knock it off with the desperate teasing?” he asks sharply, holding you towards his mouth. you swallow, trying to hide your grin at the wall and hoping Joel can’t see it.

“yes, Joel, just please, please fuck me.” you submit to his request, throbbing with desire.

you feel his chest as he leans over you, breath against your spine. "begging your dad's best friend to fuck you? you’re so dirty, baby. you should be ashamed." he tuts, kissing your spine in a feather-light touch as his other hand slides your panties to the side, your arousal already dripping down your legs. 

your cheeks flush as you nod wordlessly, wiggling your hips slightly, cunt aching for him. 

he doesn't make you wait any longer; his cock is thick and heavy as he pulls himself out of his jeans, running his shaft through your molten heat.

your gasp is strangled as his tip nudges your clit, a groan from his lips rumbling and low as you hold your breath in anticipation. he rocks his hips again and your legs soon tense up, cold against the washer as your hands grip the sides, "hurry, please." your voice is breathless and cracked as you ask it, exhausted and driven wild from his teasing. "need it so bad.“ you whimper breathlessly. 

he has the audacity to chuckle lightly, his thickness spreading your juices and notching just at your entrance before sliding past in tease. your nails scrape the metal as your eyes clench shut - he's so big; a flood of nerves rolls over you. 

"i know you do, sweetheart.” he mutters; you almost consider slapping him, but then you're sharply inhaling at the sudden sensation of his spit, dripping down onto your pulsing, aching heat. you can't help the moan at the feeling; there's a moment where Joel's hand caresses your cheek gently and you can't help but lean into his warm skin, keening at the touch, until it slides over your mouth and you realize he's muffling you.

and then he pushes forwards, breaching your tight, hot cunt. 

and you’re gasping. simultaneously, you suck in breaths at the sensation, his own groan so low it may be a growl. 

your brows pinch together at the tight fit; he's so big and you're tight with desire as he slowly inches himself inside, relishing in the agonizing pleasure of him nearly splitting you open. "Joel," you whimper, voice completely muffled by his tight hold on your mouth. 

he whispers hot against the shell of your ear, "you better be quiet." 

his voice sends a flood of arousal through you, coaxing his cock further into you, enveloping him into your warmth as his cock presses against the spongy part of you that has your back arching in a gasp. and then he's dragging himself slowly out of you, thrusting back in deep and slow. 

he lets out a shuttering breath into your collarbone as your nails dig into metal. you squirm at how deep he is; sweat lines your brow as your body is forced against the machine, barely able to accommodate his size. you let out a breathless, broken whine into his palm at the feeling, his length nearly splitting you, the sounds of your arousal slicking him and coating you both as he starts to thrust with a deep pace.

he holds you hard against the machine, ensuring you can't buck your hips, the other hand sliding to your neck, keeping just where he wants you at the angle that has both your eyes nearly rolling back. 

he growls as he starts to fuck into you hard and rough, the washer shaking with his thrusts. "take me, that's right." he grunts - the sentence sends your toes curling in pleasure. "fuck-" he grunts, "dirty slut, letting me fuck you right here- practically begging me all night-" 

the vibrations from the washing machine send tremors of pleasure through you and with wide eyes, you can feel your orgasm growing quickly. you can't help the gasps as Joel hits the spot in you that has tears brimming at the edge of your vision. 

"you close already, sweetheart?" he taunts, hand grabbing both your wrists to pin them against your back. you can't move as he pumps into you, the machine hitting the wall as the fire writhes in your abdomen. 

you nod, tears almost spilling in pleasure. the vibrations are bringing you so close to the edge as he hits the spongy spot inside you that nearly makes you scream; he chuckles darkly. "you need a little more, baby?" 

you nod, wailing gently against him as you try to move against him, toes leaving the ground as he fucks you into the machine. "you wanna cum, hm?" 

you nod furiously, yelping, "yes!" through his muffling. 

you feel a familiar warm feeling in your abdomen after a several deep thrusts and you moan out as he lifts your leg slightly up, hitting a new angle that nearly sends you over the edge. "fuck." he hisses.

his hands grip your wrists tight, "you know how t'touch your clit, don't you, baby?" he asks. you nod, looking towards the wall as you can't crane your neck further to see him. he doesn't let up on his thrusts, even as you glare at the wall, nodding with a whimper. 

"why don't you touch yourself, then?" he asks, teasing with a dark lilt in his voice that sends thrills through your body. you flutter and clench at his condescending tone, his hand pinning your wrists back as you struggle to move your hand to where you most need it. 

"c'mon, sweetheart, try harder. work for it." 

a tear falls onto the washing machine as he thrusts deep, hard. he hums low, leaning over and hitting a new angle, lips against your neck. "you gonna stop slutting yourself out? an’ stop callin' me a pervert when you throw yourself at me?" he asks, taunting. you groan, nodding enough that your neck hurts as you keen your back towards him, on a desperate edge of something brilliant. 

he hums, "'kay, baby. touch yourself. want you to cum on my cock." 

your hands are released and frantically your fingers find your sensitive clit, yelping as he presses his hand harder to your mouth. the feeling is blinding. 

your cunt flutters as you hit your high not two thrusts later, your whole body tense. you let out a long, loud whine of his name as you nearly short circuit. 

 “f-fucking tight-" he grunts, his own thrusts sloppy as he chases his own orgasm, already moving on from yours as you go limp with pleasure in his grasp. 

overstimulation sends your legs quivering as he grips you tighter, fucking into your throbbing heat. your cunt, still sensitive and contracting, drives Joel crazy - though you tense as you hear a familiar voice calling out Joel's name from the patio. 

your eyes widen, but Joel doesn't stop - not when your dad yells his name louder, as if he's entered the kitchen. 

and, to your horror, your dad calls out for Joel, asking if he's seen you. 

 you don’t miss the coincidence of your dad yelling into the house in search of you while his best friend cums inside you. a groan quiet in your ear as Joel suddenly stills deep inside you, hot spurts of his cum pumping into you, both your breaths heavy. he rocks into you, shaking breath as your father once again calls for him. 

when Joel pulls out of you, he caresses your spine, releasing your mouth. you suck in a breath, shuttering when his thumb slides over your ruined cunt, thumbing his cum back inside you gently, lowly groaning. 

you don't say anything, too shocked to speak as he pulls your panties back over you, dragging your dress over your ass.

releasing you from his grip, he hums into your ear, "now you’ll quit your fuckin' teasing, you hear me?" 

and then, within seconds, you hear him returning outside, calling back your dad's name while you try to stand upright on shaky legs. 

shit.

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[the-sage-libriomancer]

i try not to overthink the worldbuilding in Scoob and Shag because it's a thin premise that can't withstand much scrutiny (especially stuff relating to Toone), but i did have some thoughts that don't blow up the story's logic, so.

-first of all, the concept of "cartoon characters = actors" is inherently fascinating. especially since a lot of the actors seem to be government workers as well, implying the government used their own staff along with professional actors (like Yoge). what was the criteria? did they just have to look human? did Toone write show premises around whatever "characters" they had available? maybe that would explain some illogical plots and clunky lines in saturday morning cartoons - the actors didn't have much acting experience, and for all we know the writers were entry-level accountants.

-ballyhoo is also fascinating. it's basically a living metaphor for how an audience can influence their media: a toon's ballyhoo is directly empowered by how much love the human population gives them, just like how enough love of a fictional character makes them popular enough to keep appearing in media. it increases their strength (bc they have influence over the world) and extends their lifespan (bc they don't "die" until people stop caring about them), and all the ballyhoos are named after tv/movie terms like Picture in Picture or Jump Cut, implying that using tv/movie screens as a medium influences what sort of abilities they can get.

-the fact that too much ballyhoo causes you to instinctively, uncontrollably break the fourth wall is super fun and super fascinating and (as Bugs demonstrates) super horrifying. too much energy from meta sources causes the confines of your narrative to break down, leaving you in a weird spot in-between your world and a world you can't see.

-i can't stop thinking about The Inspector's backstory. it's just so tragic. born an android, given a literal soulmate shortly after creation, constantly looked down upon for not having a ballyhoo, losing his soulmate to old age, then losing his home to a war caused by the very thing you were devalued for not having. Bugs said that a toon's ballyhoo can extend their lifespan (likely bc a character who's beloved by fans doesn't really die), so the fact that Penny got old and died means she wasn't popular enough with the humans, which makes sense - Inspector Gadget is the iconic one after all. he's the one who everyone loved and remembered, and it was completely useless to him because he didn't have ballyhoo. no wonder he never smiles.

-i just realized that the Inspector was forced to leave Penny's grave behind when he escaped Toone. he can never visit her again :(

-speaking of screen partners, i love thinking about how the dynamics in cartoon series translate into real life and vice versa. it's a chicken and egg question: did certain characters land roles together because they were friends, or did they become friends because they worked together as actors? were Spongebob and Patrick actually buddies? did Felix the Cat work with Mick back in the beginning days of sending broadcasts? what's Scooby's professional opinion on Scrappy-Doo?

-(i wonder if you could justify the short period in Scooby-Doo history where Shaggy and Scooby were the only members of the gang regularly appearing in shows as "the government needed a way to keep the dangerous terrorists busy so they literally Could Not let those two stop appearing in things" asjhshbjahsjahsja)

-i I love that all the commanders are cartoon characters who were so popular/beloved that they seeped into (usamerican) popular culture: Mickey Mouse, Homer Simpson, Bugs Bunny, etc. They were the most powerful because their cartoons became the powerhouses of their respective eras - you can't get more loved than them.

-i wonder if the Simpsons were basically an ageless family back on Toone because they're still popular even after 40+ years, halting their aging. actually, i bet a lot of toons stopped aging after ballyhoo became commonplace. if your lifespan was defined by how loved you were by a fickle human audience, how do you think that affected relationships? it must've been hard if you had a tangible, literally life-affecting gauge of how popular you are according to alien beings you've never met.

-i was thinking about why Kermit is included as an mc when he's a muppet and the other toons are strictly western animation characters. the doylist explanation is that the author hadn't decided to limit the media used (similar to how Mario and Goku appear in early episodes), but i have a watsonian theory. i think Kermit is from the old Muppet Babies saturday morning cartoon, all grown up. he might've been a child actor who stayed with the government even after aging out, possibly explaining why there aren't any other muppets: they left the business and probably didn't escape Toone as a result.

-relatedly: my headcanon is that traditional (i.e. not toon-led) animation IS possible in this universe, and any animated project not usamerican is created that way. so anime is to the toons as a cg character is to humans, and the Goku pic is the equivalent of...i dunno, a photo of Avatarized Jake Sully lol.

-the fact that anime characters apparently didn't exist on Toone is probably for the best. can you imagine how powerful characters like Sasuke and Bakugo would be lmao.

-lastly, i was thinking about the old gods (or whatever they are). i'm pretty sure they're beings who exist behind the fourth wall. when Dee is pulled into the purple one's domain, she at first sees it as a wide open area in space, but then she starts processing it as more of a glass cube, with one huge window screen, large tubes, and wires running through the floating spheres - not unlike being held inside a tv. the purple god even says that staying too long will cause her mind to "shatter under the weight of reality" which...i think discovering you're actually a fictional character in a webcomic would do that to you. so the gods "interfering" is them going against the story's narrative to give the characters a boost. (this might tie into who Bugs is talking to when he/she addresses the camera - it's not technically us, it's the gods behind the wall.)

i have other thoughts but uh. this post is probably long enough.

[justablah56]

Here is your prompt to get you to speak your lovesong-related thoughts aloud! [and also a notice that I may fall asleep very soon and not see them until later if you answer this tonight ehe]

@cookies-over-yonder also asked me abt my lovesong thoughts so I'm just gonna put it all here lmao

ah ok SO !! the first thing you need to know about me is that Terry/Nick/Sparrow is literally everything to me . I have never once mentioned them or drawn them unless you count me having drawn fanart for every 2 person pairing within this throuple lmao - so if this turns into polycule thoughts I'm sorry (I am not) anyways <3 Nick and sparrow ! methinks they are one of the more healthy relationships within the many kiddad ships , but ah . that's not saying much seeing as . the kiddads are . like that . anyways , my hc for how they got together is kinda that Terry set them up in the way that Terry is just the person the majority of the kiddads tell all their shit to , so obv both Nick and sparrow told terry all about their crushes on each other and the entire time terry just sits there like uh huh . oh you don't think he likes you back ? hm . okay . that's a thought . but both of the other two are too invested in lamenting abt their crushes that they absolutely do not sense anything weird about Terry's very obvious and deadpan responses . meanwhile both of them have crushes on Terry 200% and have absolutely talked to each other about how attractive Terry is so both of them assume the other *just* likes Terry and therefore they have no chance . bcs wow I like both of them , but what are even the chances that he likes both of us too ??? bcs they are all so silly stupid and are too busy crushing on not one but *two* of their best friends to notice that literally so is everyone . anyways . Nick and Sparrow . transfem sparrow my beloved , and transmasc Nick is canon (to ME) so t4t for the win <3 anyways , I think when Terry finally gets fed up with being the middle man between the two of them he just brings both of them over by texting both of them that the other has smthin to tell them . bcs it'd be silly . followed immediately by them both then being like wait Terry come back . now we both have smthin to tell *you* . anyways . Nick and Sparrow are just very soft w each other (until they're not if ya know what I mean) but I think Nick when hes w sparrow just becomes the most romantic guy to ever exist bcs hes realized that sparrow loves all those silly little romantic things like Nick gets her flowers all the time bcs he can see her face light up as she goes to find a vase . he sees her blush and grin fondly at him when he holds the door open for her . he loves the way she pulls him into her lap and kisses his face when he gets her a new dress to match the button up he just got . just cute shit like that . also I think (obv) that sparrow is v big on showing love via physical affection , esp with Nick , partly bcs he's her partner and partly just because of how flustered it makes him , no matter how small the touch . she could just casually grab his hand while they're walking somewhere and Nick will just immediately look up at her like 😳 anyways running out of rail on this extended train of thought and don't know what to keep talking abt so that's all folks until someone asks me abt them again sndnndmd

[fujimaru]

merlin is blind (headcanon)

ok so i sent this to a few of my friends but i wanted to archive it here bc it is IMPORTANT to me and maybe some other people will enjoy the headcanon. please keep in mind this is Really self indulgent and not really rooted in anything canon but the “blind seer” trope is a thing that happens in media so idk. go crazy silly.

here’s some like... tidbits on how i think it’d impact him and such. enjoy! read more bc this is a bit ramble-y.

starting this off just saying - he keeps it a secret. he Does not want people knowing this. merlin is merlin so he has to be mysterious at all times or he will Die.

i think he has trouble remembering faces and thus has trouble placing Who people are bc he can't recognise their features visually... he relies on other traits in order to know who people are, but he's Notably bad with faces... most people attribute it to him not caring abt individual humans and he plays along with this as to not raise suspicion...

the one thing he's really good at seeing is movement, and it's so good that it really... erases most people's suspicions about him not being able to see, if they have any in the first place.

his staff! it's really important!! he uses it as a white cane but very subtly... people just assume he's doing normal staff wielder things with it but every time he extends it, taps it on the ground, or relies on it for support while walking it is ALL because it is helping him figure out where things are. :)

fou! is important too!!!!!! fou ofc knows... he is very insightful :) but like fou will often nudge merlin in the right direction silently (it looks like he's just doing normal creature things... but someone who is acute ex: artoria would notice the correlation)... ofc...

his abilities as a seer are a REALLY incredible coverup. he can "see" anywhere in the present ofc!! this means he can hijack his vision... he's not exactly "seeing" in a visual sense, but the knowledge of what's going on around him (or wherever) is absorbed :D

his spacial reasoning skills suck. if you asked him to fit something into a crate in a way that minmaxed space he would utterly fail, it would take him multiple tries. he can't visualise sides of objects either, so if you told him to turn something on its side, he would do the opposite/etc...

hair is always messy which is partially bc it's Long and Fluffy but people point it out to him and he's like "what? i brushed that 5 times!!! it's fine!!!" (it's not fine)

i also like to think his hearing is really sensitive to make up for his vision (this often happens!!! it happened to me ) it's important to note he's not completely blind (as in, he can't see light), but he still is Blind... :) so yes he can see, but it's very very poor!!! ^-^

in battle, he focuses his mana and such on his clairvoyance in order to make up for any shortcomings... it’s not noticeable unless you Know what to look out for. sneaky sneaky.

people who i think would catch onto merlin being blind are: fujimaru (servant-master bond yadda yadda and also fujimaru is merlin’s scrunkle), da vinci (girlboss genius powers GO), romani (he’s very insightful... and even if he won’t admit it he’s close with merlin AND HE’S A DOCTOR), artoria (but i think it would be something she doesn’t speak up about... i can see her and merlin sharing some very tender moments though irt it bc thats his child!!), fou (he’s the seeing-eye beast and knows merlin’s secrets), karna (relevant to his lore he sees things people do not want them to see AND the father of his bff/soulmate was a blind king and like even if they don’t interact majorly it just Makes Sense), amakusa&edmond (they’ve met people like that in their past lives...), gilgamesh (he’d be a bitch about it but secretly cares and makes sure merlin is Doing OK. merlin feeds off of the banter though), andersen (duh), holmes (DUH... deduction is His Freaking Thing + he’s compared to merlin in camelot... he’d kinda be a Rude Boy abt it but means well, and he does keep the info private), and lastly bedivere (sidenote: i don’t think any of the other knights of the round table would know lol. they’re too busy being Fans of merlin aka they just... don’t realise!? silly guys).

and here’s a silly re: roman being like “Merlin’s seer abilities (eyes) suck”

[scribefindegil]

6, 10, 48, and 51 for the fic asks?

6. Do you have your work beta'd? How important is this to your process?

It depends! When I'm writing for a fandom that Nate also likes, I always have him read over my work bc being each other's live-in-betas is a great queerplatonic perk :) Otherwise, I've gone through phases where I got most things beta'd bc I was prioritizing making the fic as good as possible and phases where I just tossed it up because I was prioritizing Getting Things Done.

Right now, it really depends on how bad the curse is. Most of my recent stuff has been posted unbeta'd, but when I get tired enough I struggle a lot with writing but I struggle even more with evaluating my writing. It takes so much more energy to write anything that I get to the "have stared at this for so long that the words have lost all meaning and I cannot tell if it has a single redeeming quality" stage much more quickly and catastrophically than pre-curse. And I CANNOT tell what my pacing is like because I don't have enough brain to keep more than 1 scene in my head at a time. So that is when I have to throw it at a friend!

10. Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

I was afraid I was gonna have to ask you for another word but I guess this is how I learn that Ctrl+f doesn't work on Google Docs and you have to use the 'Find & Replace' tool on the menu! Anyway, here's a not-at-all-worrying excerpt from "As The Walls Close In":

Kimi’s vision flashes white and then black, like a TV flickering on and off. She blinks, slowly. She’s outside of Katsuya’s room now. In the hallway. Sitting on the floor, with her legs sprawled beneath her. And her head . . . “Mom?” The voice trembles. Kimi looks up, blearily, into a face that won’t quite come into focus.

Also this is past tense but it's an idea I want to get back to so bonus "blinked" search:

“I told you,” said Reigen, extending a hand to pull Shinra up, “You can leave it to me.” He was grinning, crooked and sharp, and his face was flushed crimson from the exertion. “. . . Apparently,” said Shinra. He took the proffered hand with some bemusement. As soon as he was upright, Reigen stumbled and the sinister aura that Shinra had sensed around him dissipated. He blinked a couple of times. The coiled-spring energy of his body relaxed, and he shook his head like a wet dog.

48. What do you look for in a beta?

understands The Themes.

51. What’s your total AO3 word count?

362,824 babyyyyyy!!! That's so many words!!!

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

In light of the idea that Ingo and Mai extend their warden duties to include rescuing eggs/offspring of raging alphas, maybe Mai was not only full of shit when she said she'd had been raised with the munchlax from birth, if questioned she planned to say that you misheard her and that she had raised the munchlax since it was born.

Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, that's her motto when it comes to the galaxy team. They probably do actually give her a lot of trouble since most of the survey people are probably in the fieldlands, and I think the ride pokemon and their wardens are supposed to be guides to people they run across who need help? That's as best I can guess anyway, since we don't actually know what wardens, y'know, canonically do. But if that was her role, then she'd certainly be kept busy rescuing survey corp members from shinx on the daily lol.

Though I do like the idea of Ingo and Lian starting around the same time and Ingo giving him the goomy to protect himself, probably fairly early on in their tenure, because that means in the time it took Lian to raise his goomy to level 15, Ingo got three pokemon (actually likely his full team of six but he only battled with three the first time because that's what you do on the Singles Line) that he raised to level 40. Which is an unfair comparison because Ingo is a professional and Lian is 12-ish, but it's still kinda funny to me. Although there is the chance that maybe Lian just doesn't actually need to use his goomy much and that's why it's so low leveled, because when he goes out Lord Kleavor goes with him in order to protect his tiny, squishy, infant warden. He is very unimpressed with the idea that goomy, who is also a tiny, squishy infant could protect his warden, he'll just do it himself, thanks.

mai really does seem suuuuper unimpressed with the galaxy team as a whole the first time you talk to her. she really doesn't think highly of them after watching all of them fail to stop one singular kricketune, and if you back out of the battle with her by saying "not really" when she asks if you can handle your pokemon in battle she'll literally say "how unsurprising" lmao. which, if munchlax is actually not her real partner, it makes way more sense why she's so judgmental of the security corps for failing to beat a kricketune that she also clearly cannot beat, glass houses mai. normally it wouldn't be an issue, if it weren't for the terrible timing!

@ixtaek also pointed out that in the massive mass outbreak questline she fails to tell munchlax apart from a zorua after being like "of course i can identify my partner!" which is true and makes that SO much funnier lmao. on the outside she was like "naturally this will be no challenge at all for me" but internally she must have been going "shit shit shit shit"

re: goomy being Squishy it could also be that goomy (and by extension, munchlax) are so weak still Because they're babies! in other fics, i've written it that pokemon don't know moves from birth and don't even start battling until they've matured a good bit. so it could be that both of them only recently hit the age where they can battle and start being trained. in that case, ingo might have given lian goomy in particular not because he thought it would be a strong partner, but more just bc it needed special attention and he was already dealing with other young/recovering pokemon from other alphas. so he just killed two birds with one stone, and gave lian a potential partner in the process. (and lian accepted because despite being a warden he is still a 12 y/o boy and ingo handed him a gross slug and told him to be best friends with it, of course he loved it)

also re: ingo's insane level jump compared to other warden fights, i actually think that the first time you fight ingo in the main questline he was doing the subway thing and actively holding back, so it's not just level 40 i think his pokemon were already level 70-something lmao. tangela is an exception on account of it not being evolved and probably the most recent addition, but the other two. the rest of the wardens otoh just don't know how to, do that, because they are not former facility bosses. there's nothing really to support this theory i just think it's fun

[drnotreallystrange]

Yeah, the writing bothers a lot, like, the savitar thing, for example. In a earlier season ep there was a time remant that died, and barry's friends cared about this remant (well, caitilyn did, like she got sad bc he died, i don't remember the others), and savitar was the only remant that survived yet they excluded him from things, or something like that, and i even saw some peole arguing that the friend's behaviour towards him makes sense bc there was already the original barry, and savitar wouldn't be able to do thing as a regular person, such as getting a job, because of it...

Yet it doesn't make sense, like, as i said caitilyn wouldn't do it, and about two barrys and the living normally thing, getting a job... isn't joe a cop and his adoptive father? even barry himself is a csi and friends with many cops... so like one of them could just tell savitar to pretend some mental illness and not having memories, go to registry him by using a excuse like "oh, well, I was walking in a park from a countryside city, then saw this young man that looks exactly like my son, begging around, and both of my son's bio parents are death, and none of them had contact with extended family, I asked him his name but he doesn't answer, my son also has no idea about him, and we did a dna test and they are identical twins", then go to the shitiest doctor just to get any diagnosis to kinda justify the lack of answers, give him another name, and done! barry just got a twin brother with documents and whatever....

The writers did it without checking previous episodes, it was done in a way in which shows barry's friends and family don't actually care about barry.

And about i/ris / barry relationship it was in my view more somthing like she going in a relationship with the flash, not barry himself, since in episode 1 when barry in in the emergency room and someone is pushing her out of there she says "i am family" which means she used to see him as her brother..............

Yeah, all good points.

Good writing is hard, of course, and maybe the original show runner had some sort of incest fetish, I can't otherwise explain the adopted family thing, which they kept referencing right up until the end of the show. It's so weird, why would you do that.

Apart from a few glitches (*cough* waste-allen *cough*) the first two seasons are very good, and parts of 3, 4 and 5 and even 6 are sort of good, but all in all the series got really bad.

[ejcaswelll]

Based on what you saw in the trailer, what do you expect to happen this season and what do you want to happen (in this case you still have to start from the trailer info, but you can go in whatever direction you want)? This should be fun :))

combined all of these questions into one post bc otherwise i’m gonna be out here copypasting. ANYWAYS right yeah so i’ve seen the first trailer that dropped that had an absolutely suspect amount of ej in and have not consumed any content or spoilers beyond that so i could extend my dreamworld where ej’s the protagonist <3 and also bc i know i would only get angry <3

my thoughts on the trailer are that i saw it more than two weeks ago and therefore have forgotten damn near every part of it which in one sense is a blessing i suppose. my overarching thought on the vibe of the trailer was that it felt Wrong and i know the only reason i’m thinking that is bc it’s not set at school and also seb wasn’t there like sorry how am i supposed to make a joke about seb getting absolutely slam dunked out of the main lead again?? anyway much love to ej going to a camp he’s probably too old for, apparently not giving a damn about his bafflingly unknown college situation, and most importantly getting his legs out……king shit. you didn’t hear it from me but portwell was funky fresh and cute in the trailer and i don’t want to burst any bubbles but they definitely had a cursed feeling lingering around them and his name was ricky.

speaking of ricky, nini’s storyline is obviously going to be wrapped up because miss olivia escaped disney’s clutches and made it out into the big wide world. how they’re going to do this i don’t know, bc in the olden days if you were getting written out you’d just be sent to “europe” or “mexico” and facetime didn’t exist. they can’t exactly just send nini to LA and be like oh did you hear they just banned wifi in the entire state of california <3 i mean. they could actually that would be incredibly funny i hope they do.

ricky’s an absolute wildcard this season especially because it looks like big red is also missing(??) and therefore he’s got approximately one friend at camp and it’s carlos and you know carlos only views ricky as a mildly inoffensive acquaintance at best. this would be a great opportunity for carlos to help ricky realize he’s bi and write a song about it called oh i don’t know, ‘finally free’. (for legal reasons this a joke.) as much as some people refuse to accept this, ricky’s obviously going to break up portwell. like oh my god if i’m wrong that’s great! what an absolute fresh take on a love triangle! unfortunately i will be right though. why any of you have faith in the writers to not careen every character’s development off the rickety track they were already on, i don’t know.

wait this is getting depressing now what fun things do i want to happen. gina getting anna because she deserves it. gina generally coming out of the season happy and thriving like literally leave her alone. uhhhh who else is a character. ashlyn! interested to see what they do with her without big red bc honestly their relationship had reached the point of insufferable for me and i wanted to see if they absolutely drop her character arc after giving her belle last season or take it somewhere interesting. i’m kidding i know they’re going to drop it and just make her gina’s advice giving best friend who will inexplicably push her to go for ricky instead of ej in the last inning <3

i’ve literally forgotten every character this is so funny. kourtney! most likely will take up the now empty slot of nini’s screen time but probably not with anything interesting since they apparently wrote out howie which. ok. she’ll probably get elsa and kill it as per.

this is so funny but i actually have zero thoughts for ej this season like they could literally give him two lines and as we all know i’d still be like wow………i smell an emmy. i hope we get some indication of what’s happening with his college situation like i’ve been asking this for over 12 months now. i hope we get a brief mention of his dad and it’s just that he got indicted for going to the capitol riots.

sorry i literally just remembered this entire season takes place over two weeks. for that fact alone it’s going to be terrible goodnight everyone

[eldritch-araneae]

you know if windblade was in earthspark ( we haven't seen her yet tho hopefully she shows up later on ) what would she be like in your interpretation?

That's very interesting question! I also hope she will show up even tho the hope is tiny ahahah.

Ofc I can't really guess anything that didn't appear or was implied in canon yet, but I have ideas which how I would write her if I was writing Earthspark~

Ideas and spoilers under the cut!

I would hope she would be friends with Bee at least, because Cyberverse already have us this relationship and they had such great chemistry before they both got sidelined in S2 and on. Especially when one Earthspark's focus are emotions.

So I'm gonna assume that Windblade is kinda similar to her Cyberverse and a bit of IDW counterparts and she has telepathy.

So if we'll take a scenario when they aren't friends yet, I could imagine them bonding over the sense of loneliness bc of their positions.

Bumblebee is lonely because he's a spy and scout, plus he's struggles with sense of belonging (which why he always seek approval from higher ups but his interaction with Elita-1 in EP3 implies they just don't understand what "being a hero" means to him) and he was made fun of before ( also implied in EP3).

Windblade is lonely because of her position as Cityspeaker which means she will be placed onto unreachable pedestal (which was implied in Cyberverse I believe). Yes, people will respect her and look up to her, but forming personal relationships will be hard.

And if we take to account that Bumblebee is youngest among legacy bots, there is a big chance he might not even what who Cityspeaker is. He probably would just acting around her like with any other person and this make her relieved and relaxed and and that how their friendship would form.

If we will take a scenario where they know each other, this could go into few different directions.

Ofc one where they just know each other and that it, kinda sad bc I want to what Cyberverse did, but better and deeper.

Another one they are friends but this gonna involve a lot of drama!

You know how GHOST is shady and and Optimus does anything to keep Bumblebee away from them. Logically he probably does it to have a spy outside of GHOST influence ( and probably same goes to Wheeljack) and then EP10 also implies that another reason Op wants Bee to stay hidden is to form a real human-cybertronian alliance with him in charge.

But what if there is a third reason? What if GHOST have Windblade who is kept in stasis because they know about telepathy and want to use her in their plans, and potentially they can use Bumblebee as leverage against her?

Which also adds more to Optimus' turmoil because he knows, but there is nothing he can do about it.

(Side Note: the more I'm thinking about the whole GHOST situation, the more I realize that some ppl in fandom just don't get the full scope of this.

Many just immediately side with Megatron without looking into nuance of the situation, mostly bc IDW kinda messed up (tho maybe it started earlier? TFA had seeds for it, and whatever was happening in Bayverse too) with faction characterization. Now a lot of fans see Megatron is revolutionary and deceptions were oppressed by government, while Autobots represent this government... I personally have TON of issues with this entire idea ( esp when SG exist) and that's the main reason why I didn't read comics, but I wont got into this here, esp considering how controversial my opinion is.

Anyway, looking at grand scope of thing you can see the difference between two leaders.

Megatron cares for his people, while his care about humans and Earth only extends to Dot and her family and that's it. Nothing stops him from starting the shit again and probably the only reason what stops him is Dot. Which btw I like a lot and wanna see where this go ahahah.

While Optimus does not only cares about his people, but humans and Earth too and this is why he ended in this situation in first place! He doesn't want a destruction of another sentient species and that why he grabs any opportunity to avoid it even if it mean he has to work with shady ppl that will probably backstab him.

Which btw, Dot understood very well in EP5 and she found a common ground with Optimus here, but some ppl choose to ignore it ofc.

This is why its important to him that Bee ( and probably Wheeljack?) stay out of GHOST eyes, bc his own hands are fucking tied.

Meanwhile rough Decepticons are causing shit simply bc they don't care about humans. Because if Autobots can stay hidden, they could do that too and I'm pretty sure Megatron would supply them with energon just like Optimus supply his bots ( bc cmon I don't think Bee could go a least 15 years without taking energon ahah).

But because there is a huge rift between cons and Megatron this not gonna happen. Tho I wonder if there are cons that followed Megatron into this? Maybe even cons with GHOST badges? This would be interesting to see~ Maybe there is Thundercracker out there, hiding like Bee and writing movie scripts? And something tells me we will more cassettes in wild too.

The only thing is unclear to me is why would Op destroy the ground bridge? Because this clashes with what I said above? Was is a poor panicky decision? Or there is more to is and things, again, isn't that simple as everyone thinks? Like maybe Megatron was the one who destroyed it and Op took the blame because humans would be nicer to him? Time will tell.)

Okay I got really distracted, but I wanted to talk about this as well, so I apologies.

Anyway, another idea that Windblade might show up later by Malto's door just like Arcee did and maybe she would stay and teach terrans as well since she's a flier and Twitch as also a flier and sword user!

And they fact I think Windblade could teach terrans some combat, because Bee's is more focused on scouting stuff and maybe shooting, while Windy could teach them melee combat ~

And maybe she help Bee to open up more and lower his defenses? Maybe! That's all ideas a have for now))

[clarenecessities]

perspective flip: better (if i’m allowed to be more specific, someone else’s perspective from chapter two) ((sorry if you got this ask more than once, tumblr was being a butt))

Perspective Flip: I’ll write a scene from [Better, Chapter Two] from another character’s point-of-view

man tell me about it, it ate my whole first draft of this lmao

the more specific the better! here’s Bow’s Big Epiphany, capped off when Adora interrupts bc transitions suck

Unusual Fic-Specific Asks for Authors

“So it’s not Scorpia?” Frosta asked Adora, relaxing slightly as Catra left the room. Bow couldn’t say he blamed her, but the things he’d seen on Beast Island–the way Catra had broken down--well, Glimmer always said he was too forgiving. Maybe it would have been harder, if he hadn’t seen how nice future-Catra was (and how cute her babies were). 

“Not Scorpia,” said Adora, lips pursed like she was fighting a scowl. “I can’t figure it out. She never had a crush on anybody when we were growing up, but her future self said she’d already been in love, so--either it’s happened since I became She-Ra, or she lied to me for like… years, probably.” 

“She never told you she liked anyone?” asked Perfuma. She exchanged a glance with Bow, an unsurprised little ‘I imagine Catra’s been lying to everyone for years’ look that Bow probably meant a little more sympathetically than she did.  

“She never even tolerated anyone. The other cadets were either total jerks or scared of her, except the rest of our squad.” Adora paused, blinking hard like she was trying to force a thought from her mind. “It can’t--not Lonnie. She hates Lonnie. She kind of hates most people.”

“I mean, what about you? She tolerated you,” Mermista pointed out, raising a skeptical eyebrow. 

“Yeah, of course, but I was her best friend. We did everything together,” said Adora, frowning. She wasn’t quite defensive--the denial seemed almost instinctual to Bow, like she couldn’t imagine a world where she and Catra had been separate entities, despite their recent demonstrations to the contrary. “I’m telling you, there’s no way I wouldn’t have picked up on it, even if she didn’t tell me. It’s gotta be recent.” 

“Adora, no offense,” said Glimmer, at least trying to contain her exasperation, “but it did take you almost twenty years to realize the Horde was evil.” 

“That’s different,” said Adora, rolling her eyes. “This is Catra. Your mom says I didn’t realize the Horde was evil because--because it would hurt too much? I guess? There wouldn’t have been anything I could do about it, not until I found the sword. I needed to be able to… do something. Before I could do something. Does that make sense?” 

What a way to phrase it. Bow looked down at the tracker pad again, trying to ease the ache in his heart by looking at future-Adora, how happy and free she seemed. It hurt to hear how she thought of herself, how little she understood of her own thought processes during the ceaseless trauma of growing up in the Fright Zone. Adora’s heart beat with the need to protect, but she couldn’t even consider that her mind had been trying to extend that to her, however unconsciously. 

He hadn’t been there when Angella tried to explain this to Adora, but he was willing to bet she hadn’t placed so much emphasis on the sword. From the moment she’d joined the Rebellion, Adora had clung to that blade like it was her entire identity. They had to coax and cajole the rest of her personality out from behind the ‘dutiful soldier’ persona she couldn’t bear to relinquish. 

He wished he knew how to help her.

“No,” said Frosta, blunt as always.

“The sword represented an unprecedented agency,” said Perfuma, exchanging another sad look with Bow. “By accepting its power, you were able to accept your true feelings about the Horde.” 

“Sure,” said Adora, agreeing immediately despite the blankness in her eyes. She didn’t understand Perfuma’s point any better than she had Angella’s. 

But maybe Perfuma had a point--maybe to Adora, the sword wasn’t just another duty to take on. Maybe it was also her ability to choose for herself? Maybe that’s what she was clinging to? 

He looked back down at the picture. She didn’t have the sword on her. 

“That’s great and all, but how do we make her accept her true feelings about who Catra’s in love with?” asked Mermista, crossing her arms.

“Uh,” said Adora. 

“We are allowed to talk about your feelings,” said Bow, smiling at her. She’d been so open since speaking with her future-self. Maybe they could finally find a way to help her. “We just can’t bug Catra about hers!”

“I don’t--my feelings?” 

“Yeah!” said Glimmer, lighting up at the prospect. “Maybe it is like you not realizing the Horde’s evil! You could have some like, mental block keeping you from unlocking the truth!” 

“How are my feelings going to help that?” Adora asked weakly. 

“Well, let’s consider it from a new angle,” said Bow, rubbing his chin in one hand. “The only people we know she’s spent time with since you left are Scorpia and Entrapta, and I think we can pretty much rule out Entrapta. Are there any other female Force Captains?” 

“I mean, yeah. There’s Octavia--” 

“Oh! The octopus lady! Could it be her?” said Bow, brightening. Although wait, she was pretty old, compared to them…

“Catra clawed her eye out when we were six.”

“Ah,” said Bow, wincing. When they were six? His stomach turned, remembering his own clumsy adventuring at that age. To have been raised in the Horde–to have known all along that it was an evil, dangerous place, with no prospect of escape… Catra must have felt so trapped there. What had Octavia, at least a decade their senior, done to warrant a wound so devastating? How had Catra even been able to reach? 

He preferred to think it was just her lashing out, that Octavia had been an authority figure Catra had been confident enough to risk pissing off. Maybe it had just been a shallow scratch which had gotten infected, instead of the gouging he pictured automatically. 

Had she been scared? Scared enough to attack? Scared of the consequences once she had? 

“I appreciate your creativity Bow, but from what we know of Catra I think it’s more likely that she already had feelings for someone,” Perfuma cut in. “She’s very… goal-oriented. I doubt her attention was wandering in romantic directions once she was promoted.” 

And boy, wasn’t that true. Dissuading Catra from something was about as easy as dissuading Adora. 

“So she lied to me,” said Adora.

“Well… maybe,” said Perfuma. “Did you outright ask if she had a crush on anyone?” 

“Yeah! A bunch of times! She always said that stuff was stupid and she had more important things to worry about, said Adora, outright pouting. 

“That’s not a no…” said Glimmer, looking almost apologetic. It made Bow smile; that’s exactly the kind of defense she’d use if he called her out for lying. ‘Oh, I didn’t mean it that way,’ or ‘I didn’t say that’. Maybe she and Catra had more in common than he’d realized.

“Did she ever ask you?” asked Mermista. 

“Well yeah, it’s kind of--it’s a reciprocal thing, you don’t just ask and not answer yourself. Like half the time she asked first, it’s just a basic--friend--question--thing,” Adora stammered, flushing with clear embarrassment. 

“And did you ever tell her when you had a crush?” asked Mermista. 

“I’m--I mean, I would have? But I never had one, so--” 

“You never had a crush?” Mermista interrupted, plainly disbelieving.

“I kind of had a lot going on, okay?” huffed Adora. “There’s no time for stuff like that in the Horde.”

“So where do all the little Hordelings come from?” asked Mermista. 

Adora’s face darkened, grew heavy with emotions she rarely let even Bow and Glimmer see. He leaned into her, trying to reassure her with his physical presence. Pressure seemed to relax her, to ground her, most of the time. She probably wouldn’t accept a hug right now, but she leaned back into him automatically, so maybe it helped.

“Most are stolen,” she said at length, “Some are surrendered willingly. Some of us were taken in after being kidnapped across dimensions by an artificial intelligence bent on universal domination. You know, classic Hordeling sources.”

Bow winced. Mermista’s eyes widened, and she looked at the other princesses for help, but they all seemed just as lost for words as she was.

“Uh… look, Adora, I’m… sorry?” said Mermista, cautious but sincere. She uncrossed her arms, one hand moving to her braid, fiddling with the end of it. Bow had never seen her look so unsure of herself.

“It’s fine,” said Adora. She let out a long, slow breath, and he felt her release some of the tension in her shoulders. “It’s--it’s been a long few days.”

“Do you wanna like… talk about it?” Mermista tried, a little awkward. Bow smiled at her gratefully. 

“I guess I just like--like I always knew the Horde took me in as a baby, you know? I kind of wondered if that had been a lie after I realized they were evil, but… I don’t know. It felt… Like, everything made sense, it was never--it was all for something, you know?” 

“You felt that way even after you defected?” asked Perfuma, gentle and coaxing, but Bow could see the concern in her eyes. She was starting to see what he saw.

“I mean, yeah, kind of,” said Adora, with a helpless shrug. “I knew they were training me to do horrible things, but I didn’t think the way they did it was horrible. Not for me. I mean, apparently they really did take me in as a baby.” 

“But?” prompted Glimmer, coming up on her other side and wrapping an arm around her waist. 

“But I dunno,” said Adora. “Maybe it’s just seeing Catra’s kids, maybe it’s realizing I was just kind of dumped in their laps, but I… I knew it was bad for the other kids. That it wasn’t fair to treat them like that, but--seeing the twins--hearing the way Shadow Weaver--” 

Her shoulders were tense again. Bow thought back to what Glimmer had told him of future-Catra’s initial announcements, back to just what kind of warden they’d had, and almost tensed himself. Hearing the way Shadow Weaver what? He tightened his grip on the tracker pad instinctively, as his hands tried to close into fists. 

“I was never anything to them,” said Adora, cold and biting and sounding more like a soldier than he’d heard since they met her. “I looked at those babies and all I could think about was how much I loved them, the potential they had, how much I wanted to keep them safe, and happy, but the Horde--Shadow Weaver--I wasn’t even a weapon. I wasn’t even that.”

“I mean--” Mermista started, still uncertain, but Adora cut her off with a shake of her head. 

“I wasn’t, because even if--even if you program in a kill switch, you don’t--you don’t…” she trailed off, scowling. Her mouth twisted, and her eyes were shiny with unshed tears, and Bow was going to start crying any second now. “I hate her.”

“You don’t have to,” said Bow, trying to swallow his own tears. “You can, but--”

“Yes I do,” Adora hissed. “How can I not hate her? The things she did--the things she told us--made us think--” 

“It’s normal to care about the person who raised you,” said Glimmer, conciliatory but not quite compassionate. Adora would appreciate the effort, anyway.

“Not when that person is literally evil,” Adora muttered.

“She taught you how to tie your boots,” Bow reminded her softly, trying to bring her back before she could just bury all those emotions without addressing them. Again.

Adora shut her eyes, and her mouth was still twisted, but she was breathing deeply, like she was thinking things through. 

“I hate her,” she said, this time a thin and uncertain mumble. “I’m gonna go check on Catra.”

She pushed back from Bow’s shoulder, shrugging off Glimmer’s arm in the same motion, already turning back towards the door.

“Adora, we should give her space,” said Perfuma, frowning a little. Adora froze like Perfuma would threaten her life if she took another step. “This must be a lot for her to process. If she wants to turn to her friend for support, then--” 

“I’m her friend,” Adora interrupted.

Bow sighed, half exasperated and half fond. Adora had always been territorial, prone to possessiveness of her things. Food, especially, was a problem in the beginning; they kept accidentally sitting on her caches of less-perishable items, until she was able to accept that there were no circumstances or punishments that could threaten her next meal. 

That, or she got better at hiding her bread.

Admittedly, he hadn’t seen that possessiveness directed towards a person yet, but it didn’t surprise him to learn it was there. Adora entered the Best Friend Squad when it was already the three of them, so she had no reason to be jealous of Bow or Glimmer, but if she and Catra were as isolated growing up as he was beginning to suspect…

Well, Princess Prom was starting to make a lot more sense in retrospect. She had been having the exact same crisis Glimmer was, but from opposite sides of the war.

Perfuma seemed a little less amused to discover this particular quirk, but she managed a patient smile when she said, “You two haven’t had much time apart to process since your reunion, right? It’s important that you respect any boundaries she might set, including stepping out of the room for a moment.” 

Adora’s shoulders slumped, her rigid posture relaxing instantly at the reminder. She turned fully back to them, avoiding their eyes.

“I don’t want to talk about the Horde right now,” she told them, quiet but firm. 

“Then we won’t,” said Bow. He made eye contact with each princess in turn to confirm it, frowning pointedly at Frosta until she relented with a scowl. “Boundaries.” 

“Seems to be the theme today,” said Mermista, sighing melodramatically. “Can we at least figure out who fucks the cat?” 

“Mermista!” said Perfuma, clapping her hands over Frosta’s ears. She looked appalled, like she couldn’t believe a princess would use such language, despite what Bow had heard her say about cacti behind closed doors.

“What?” asked Mermista, unimpressed. “She’s like, twelve. She knows what sex is, Perfuma.”

“I can also still hear you,” said Frosta. 

“It’s not about the--it’s about the language,” Perfuma stressed, blushing. “It’s disrespectful!” 

“I think it’s a little more disrespectful to imply Frosta doesn’t know the word ‘fuck’ yet,” said Mermista. 

“I am objecting to the gossip,” said Perfuma, at least removing her hands from Frosta’s ears.  “We don’t need to speculate about any--any--private activities. It’s unproductive and it diminishes Catra’s--”

“Okay, whatever, fine,” said Mermista. “What respectful clues do we have?”

“Well, Catra’s in love,” said Glimmer, looking back at the door consideringly. “Or has been? Her future self wasn’t very clear on that, actually. But we can safely assume she will be in a decade or so, anyway.” 

“And it’s not with Scorpia,” Adora added.

“You’re like super fixated on it not being Scorpia,” said Mermista, raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure you haven’t had a crush? She is kind of your type.”

“My--my type?” Adora spluttered. 

“Yeah, you know, big, strong, muscular,” said Perfuma, smiling. “Totally understandable, she’s dreamy.”

“No,” said Adora, looking mildly horrified at the very suggestion. “I mean--yeah, sure, she has nice muscles, but she’s… No. She’s too nice. We’d never get anything done.”

Mermista shrugged it off, but Glimmer started laughing. Bow blinked, looking at her to see what brought that on.

“I thought you guys meant Catra,” Glimmer explained between giggles.

Bow blinked again. 

He looked down at the tracker pad. 

Future-Adora gazing at the kittens, at Catra, with a melty, absolutely smitten smile. 

The kittens, with their enormous blue eyes that decidedly didn’t match Catra’s shade. 

No. No, it couldn’t be, right? There was no way Adora would have been able to hide the fact that she was in love with… 

Oh, no. She couldn’t hide it, but her stupid over-protective subconsciousness could--

“Bow?” came Glimmer’s voice, echoing faintly. His ears might be ringing.

“Bow, are you okay?” asked Adora, meeting his eyes and yeah that was the exact same shade of blue alright--

“Yep! Grood! I’m gate! I--just remembered I have to ask Catra something! Right now!” he squeaked, handing Glimmer the tracker pad and running for the door before he could give anything away. 

Oh, Catra was going to kill him if he gave something away. 

He stopped at the door, giving them all his most reassuring smile. “Everything is fine!” he said, smooth and confident and totally normal--

He closed the door behind him, locking eyes with a visibly chastised Scorpia, Catra pacing up and down the hallway and breaking off mid-lecture to glare at him for interrupting. 

“It’s Adora?” he shouted, before a single rational thought could stop him. 

Scorpia straightened up like she’d been electrocuted, and Catra’s eyes shot wide before narrowing to slits. 

Oh. 

Right.

The killing him part. 

He squeaked a little as she tackled him, slamming him against the door by his shoulders, but thankfully the claws didn’t come out. At least not the ones holding onto him. 

“What are you talking about?” she demanded, not quite able to mask her panic with anger.

“I--once I realized I couldn’t just like, unrealize, and--does she not know? Does she even know she’s in love with y--”

“Shut up!” Catra hissed, shaking him a little. “Don’t say shit like that, fuck--”

“I don’t think so,” Scorpia volunteered, hovering a little like she was willing to intercede on his behalf. That was kind of nice of her, actually. He’d have to try a little harder to defend her from Adora’s jealous--ohhhhh. 

“We’re not doing this. I’m not having this conversation with you!” said Catra. They were both panicking now, feeding off of each other’s alarm, and none of Bow’s breathing techniques would come to mind when all he could think was what and how long and what does this mean and that claw looks really sharp--

“Adam is blond!” he blurted the second he opened his mouth. 

“So help me, Arrow Boy, if you say one more word--I will break into your closet in the dead of night and sew midsections onto all your shirts if you so much as hint--”

[thegongoozlerreacts]

Miraculous: Ladybug & Char Noir, The Movie

i am finally watching the miraculous movie !! ive heard a lot from tumblr and my friends so its about time i actually watch it LOL (also watching this w my mom bc she was watching the quiet place, said she wasnt ready for it then was like ‘lets watch that movie version of miraculous’ LMAO)

spoilers under the cut

first of all how could they do that to the butterfly miraculous

second of all the animation is super good

no but really how could do that to the butterfly miraculous

and they made fu say that like ???

also wow what the hell the way her voice is deeper when she’s singing im

where is she going ?? to school ?? they moved her house further from the school ??

i cant with her voice its a good voice like props to the french va shes good at singing but after hesring her talk all high-pitched it doesnt feel like shes singing LMFAOAOOA

they made the red dye on nathalie’s hair bigger, cool

help me my mom asked why Marinette is so insecure n i was like ‘um shes like that in the show too’

explaining the lore to my mom and yelling about how much they changed is really improving my enjoyment of this movie i think

idk if that makes sense but its just fun to do

‘Some people have to try not to fail that hard’ wow no need to be so harsh alya 💀

wow they changed a LOT in this movie

also did they change the voices of the characters ?? or do i just not remember the voices of the characters that well LMAO

i cannot BELIEVE that they changed the way Adrien and Marinette met ?? no umbrella scene ?? crazy

ohh its Emilie’s bday

incorrect transformation phrase for the butterfly miraculous!!!!

WOAH ?? TIKKI N PLAGG JUST ZOOMING AROUND ?? THEY EVEN CHANGED THE WAY THEY GOT THE MIRACULOUS ??

THEY MADE FU LOOK LIKE A CRAZY GUY IM DYING

?? did Plagg get a black cat to put his ring in Adrien’s room

!! yo they changed the first akuma

is Marinette in Fu’s place or smth ??

wait was Plagg the black cat because that ladybug that Marinette was with feels like its just Tikki

might not be though

yo its Tikki !!!

DID THEY JUST CALL THE BUTTERFLY MIRACULOUS ‘THE MOTH’?!?!?

‘The Moth has lost to the greed of humanity.’ ITS THE BUTTERFLY THE AKUMAS ARE BUTTERFLIES HAWKMOTH IS A BUTTERFLY !!!!!!!!! IDFK WHY HE’S CALLED HAWKMOTH I DIDNT MAKE THE ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS BUT HE’S A BUTTERFLY

i might just be way too harsh on this movie after all the criticisms ive heard tho 💀 but like !! how can u get the lore like this wrong ?!?!?!

another song !!

actually this is kinda a bigger

hey is this the beat (?) melody (?) of the extended miraculous ladybug theme song

my mom is complaining that Marinette sounds older when she’s singing im laughing

‘I’m about to kick your butt if you don’t start to listen’ HELP ME TIKKI? bro they msde her way more assertive ???

bro did she just transform without having to use a transformation phrase

like Tikki just. forced the transformation

‘First a song, now a yoyo?’ so theyre aware that theres songs

i cant get over just how much they changed like ??

BRO THIS IS NOT WHO CAT NOIR IS HE WOULD NEVER !!! HE WOULD NEVER CALL LADYBUG A SIDEKICK !!! NEVER !!!

why are they calling Ladybug a watermelon pls 😭😭

no way did Alya just say ‘she-ro’ damn off-brand she-ra im cackling

Cat Noir stfu rn

i cannot believe they did this to my boy !!

ayo what did Ladybug just call Cat Noir ‘kitty’

like i mean yeah she does that in the show but it feels out of place at this moment

NOT CARELESS WHISPER WTFFFF HELP ME ?!!?!?!?!

nah bro no way how does Fu know his name is Hawkmoth

also ?? this doesnt feel like Ladybug and Cat Noir banter like ?? it feels like they do actually not like each other bro 💀💀

i mean i also have only watched up til like the end of season 1 and rhat was like in 2020 so maybe my standards are high bc of mlb fics LMAOAOAOA

how could they do Plagg like that

OH WTF THEY DEF CHANGED PLAGG’S VOICE RIGHT ??

no way they did not make Adrien like that

HELP MARINETTE POINTING OUT THAT HE HAS A BELL ON HIS SUIT IM LAUGHING

DID SHE KUSR THROW THE EARRINGS OUT THE WINDOW NO FUCKING WAY? THATS SO INSANE

did gabriel pass out after they defeated the akuma LMFAO?

omg he’s singinf thats wild

wait what did Nooroo just like pop out of the miraculous even tho gabriel is transformed i

what the hell his villain song lowkey kinda good

wait did he really go to a prison and akumatize a bunch of prisoners in there ?? i thought that was just like artistic visualization

i canr with Marinette’s dad hiding behind the balloons so obviously

oh wild gabriel called Adrien to leave the fair cuz he was gonna send his villains there

i heard that they made gabriel care more about his son but wow that is a LOT in comparison to the show

BRO THE MIME GUY MADE A GUN ?!?! WTF I THOUGHT THIS WAS FOR KIDS ?

oh wait he just shot the duck stand HELP i thought he was aiming for the kid and the dad 💀💀

tbh i think the magician girl looks kinda cool, i like her design

oh shit Nino lost his glasses

bruh Chloe stfu ur the one who wanted to go on the ferris wheel

oh hey another song

the transformation animation is cool

oh yeah i really love the design of the yoyo its very cool

its not a real baby is it

oh i was right !!

oh wow ok that was cool actually like the way they did that immediately without even thinking abt it? n it like boosted (??) their powers ?? that was cool tbh

they really changed a lot in this movie

im kinda bothered by a lot of these fhanges but i

CHLOE ????? BRO U JUST LIKE LONG LIVE THE KING’D HIM BRO ????

LFMAOAOODJDOS LADYBUG THROWING CHLOE IN THE DUMPSTER THATS SO TRUE MARINETTE GO OFF QUEEN !!!!!

‘Stronger together!’ and then the mime guy goes fucking flying ok thats cool

bro civilians why r u just standing there 💀💀

it popped nice

i am SO MAD about the inconsistency the movie has about the butterfly miraculous

like first calling it the moth and then literally when Ladybug purifies the akumas she says ‘bye-bye little butterflies’ like ?? hello ??

my family is telling me to chill out bc im getting too mad about this

‘I’m just the sidekick’ see rhats more Char Noir

‘We’re partners’ REAL !!

THEY DID IT TEY DID THE POUND IT

oh hey the theme song !!! very cool a montage of them defeating akumas

wait did all the akumas go to prison what ??

oh it has some lyrics from the extended version of the theme song

oh theyre really soeedrunning the Adrienette

HELP ME LADYBUG AND CAT NOIR GOT THEIR OWN CARS? BAFFLING

bro why does he keep calling her a watermelon

where’s the ‘m’lady’ ?? or buginette ?? or bugaboo??

ok but aside from that the ladynoir in this movie is kinda cute tbh

theyre playfighting ?? cute

IM CACKLING MY BROTHER HAD SUCH A VIOLENT REACTION WHEN CAT NOIR PINNED LADYBUG TO THE WALL HE WAS LIKE ‘EWWW I THOUGHT THIS MOVIE WAS FOR ENTETAINMENT’

wait im cackling Marinette ?!?! roasting Chloe ?!?! lets fucking go

why are the earrings ringing

OH NO CAT NOIR ?!?!?

bro. this fucking troll wtf.

oho?? he’s confessing ?? wild

yo another song

sorry i literally cant get used to how deep Marinette’s singing voice is

ok the ladynoir in this is very cute bro,, love ladynoir

theyre dancing on the clouds nice

OUGH !!! REJECTION !!!

that moment when she’s rejecting him for himself

??? PLAGG WOULD NEVER CALL TIKKI’S HOLDER A SIDEKICK ????

yo bro gabriel ?? he’s a fucking mess

if Adrien didnt go home last night then where did he go ???

that moment when he’s rejecting her for herself

stfu chloe its not you he likes we have literally never seen u n Adrien interact this whole time

BRO HAWKMOTH JUST AKUMATIZER HIMSELF WILD !! omg he has wings

oh yo wtf is he causing the apocalypse damn

ADRIEN ?!?!?! STOP FUCKING LISTENING TO CARELESS WHOSPER

‘The less interested they are, the more they run after you’ ADRIEN SHUT THE FUCK UP THE APOCALYPSE IS HAPPENING

nah bro not thise dude taking a picture 💀💀

Plagg being responsible

?? SHE ALMOST DIED

Cat Noir shut the fuck up the apocalypse is happening

im gonna punch Cat Noir in the face

YO BRO WAS RLLY GONNA CATACLYSM HAWKMOTH

also woah first cataclysm of the movie but hE WAS RLLY GONNA CATACLYSM THE GUY BRO

He missed n hit the eiffel tower but it was the lack of hesitation in trying to cataclysm him that shocked me man

bro’s gonna die crazy

BROS GONNA DROWN WTF oh wait Ladybug saved him

wait did hawkmoth turn the water into fucking lava ???

bRO HAWKMOTH BOUTTA FORFE CHOKE MARINETTE ??

he just took her esrrings w the fucking force ?? HE ABSORBED IT INTO THE BUTTERFLY MIRSCULOUS???

lets go Cat Noir punch hawkmoth in the face

OH SHIT BRO WOFHEODHDO HE REALIZED ITS ADRIEN

ayo he reversed it ? also wtf he rrally did turn the water into lava

why didnt he jusr akumatize himself in the first plafe

yo he detransformed

oh my god he really is a better dad than show!gabriel

paused the movie for several minutes looking for that one post where they compared that pic of a younger Adrien to a pic of Tim from Boss Baby bc they look exactly the same and i had to show my brother the posr bc it was too funny NOT to share

also gabriel agreste with long hair ?? crazy

‘The only thing stronger than death is love’ MIRACULOUS SIMPLY THE BEST UP TO THE TEST WHEN THINGS GO WRONG MIRACULOUS THE LUCKIEST POWER OF LOVE ALWAYS SO STRONG

awww actually this is really cute they hugged

bro where did Fu come from

oh yo its the miraculous cure/miraculous ladybug thing

wait but she didnt make a lucky charm?? but Cat Noir got to have a cataclysm ??

oh hey its the ball

wait why isnt she wearing a mask literally everyone else is ?!?!

oh wait i just noticed her dress is based on a ladybug thats cool

!! IDENTITY REVEAL LETS GOOOOOOOO

oh ?? its not over yet ??

yo Natalie is visiting Emilie’s secret grave but why is the movie ending on that ?? is there gonna be a sequel or smth ?? what does it mean ?!?!?!

well thats the end

sure was a wild ride, full of a LOT of changes from the og show which is really wild yknow

overall tho it was an ok movie, it was entertaining, probably only ever gonna watch it just this once LMAO

welp thats it for the miraculous movie, byebyeeee

[kellykadesperate]

>:3c hello!

Judd is never there lmao … He has strong friendships but he goes home to his wife. ooooh, damn, that is so true! the contrast of judd versus the others makes complete sense indeed, that judd's first choice will always be his wife and kid, and then maybe friends his age that he's known for many years, e.g. tommy and his poker buddies. he's been living and having a fulfilling life in texas before the new team was formed, and it's nice that this is visible in these choices. it makes things clear without downplaying his friendships with the team. also re tommy, she is another good example of more realistic freedom: she did choose her family over her job because it made sense back then until she eventually returned. i liked that – life is long, and people temporarily leave their jobs, go on sabbaticals, etc. this isn't a death sentence to solid friendships.

we don't see them close in that sense despite being very involved in each other's personal life. this!! there is this weird disconnect happening between what i actually feel when i watch canon versus what i know i am supposed to feel (what the shows tries to make me feel) when i watch canon. i get what the show tries to convey but they suck at believably executing it, so i just. do not really feel it lol. i mean, you cannot be amatonormative (all of them have separate families; not being each other's top priority in comparison to their actual partners; being single is equaled to living an unfulfilled life/ romance seems to be regarded as vital) and anti-amatonormative (all the scenes that emphasize that family can come in many forms and that friendships are meaningful too) at the same time. these puzzle pieces do not fit together at all, and whenever one of them is shoved into my face, i just like ??? why is this show just contradicting itself repeatedly? one episode ago, you said something else! either you tell me that a life can be fulfilling and incredibly happy without a romantic partner or nah, but you can't do both.

He's poor little has no clue what he wants Buck in a way that feels like they're almost laughing at him lmao. djdjdjdjdj THAT is so real. they use buck a lot for those purposes, and it's not doing his character nor the other characters a favor lmfao. at best, he's relatable for having those struggles while the others seem supportive. at worst, he seems like the laughing stock because he is young and does not have a romantic partner/children yet, which means his life must be empty and he lacks life experience, while the others seem condescending. "judd with the younger members" feels better than "bobby, hen, chim with buck". i exclude eddie bc he's apparently buck's age but never got the baby treatment.

If it wants to be dramatic, give me drama with lifelong consequences. i agree! i like silly, i like drama... balancing them can be tough tho, and then they just water each other down until you do not really get to enjoy either of them to their full extent. love the funny episode but the entire premise of this show is sooo wonderful for whump that i cannot help being a big sad that they don't manage to build proper suspense :'(

It just feels weird when they really hammer home how close the crew are and important they are but really don't show them all hanging out for extended periods of time. In fact they make a point of showing them hanging out separately. i am taking a megaphone to shout this so loudly that the 911 makers can hear me <3 exactly. it really is a Choice™.

I was fully convinced Kameron was going to try and kiss Buck or something, I still kinda think they'll go there because ... why not! OHH, interesting! i personally did not think that would happen, but it's an intriguing idea to me. i really loved that the only reason this entire donor sl even happened is because an old friend remembered buck to be such a good person that he decided "his [buck's] babies will definitely all turn out great" lmaoooo. and that kameron felt comfy enough to seek out buck's support even though they've only known each other for a few months! <3 cute! ngl i would not even hate them getting together. what a story to tell the child someday LMAO. no but jokes aside, pls omg give these characters something to do that isn't their next love interest for once <3

The whole destined to be alone, unloved, I'll never find someone who knows me is just ... I'm sick of it and makes both characters feel like they actually don't know what they want. absolutely this! i am okay with some romance and drama, that is all a-okay with me, but we've reached a point where it's really just chipping away at the characters. the others have the advantage of being in clearly endgame-coded commitments already, so buck and eddie drive most of the "unsure single life" perspective in the show, which is very very very unfortunate for them because the show sucks at that LOL. i enjoyed natalia and the scenes she had with buck, but i am only "tentatively hopeful" at best at this point sksksksk. we've already covered the whole issue with 911 and side characters in general – i cannot imagine that the show will suddenly improve the writing in this regard, so i expect the worst treatment for all these poor side characters. plus, season 6b felt incredibly rushed and dropped a lot of balls; the buck and natalia romance definitely needed much more room to feel more organic and authentic. it felt like a choice made because the s7 renewal was not certain, so ig we'll see what they'll do with it now that they do get a s7.

It also makes the idea of them invested in each other's lives seem a little truer, more authentic rather than them hearing about snippets of things on the way to calls. hell yeah!! i remember the nancy thing, that was so adorable and relatable! building meaningful relationships takes time and effort and mutual liking and intention! yes, even if those relationships are platonic! it's a little bit like the crucial difference between "what you say" versus "what you do". calling somebody a "friend" but never hanging out with them one-on-one or not seeming to share any interests with them is... weird. saying things to the audience (e.g. mentioning snippets on calls) but not showing things to the audience just doesn't feel as authentic, yes yes yes. i'd rather verify things with my own two eyes if only 911 allowed me to actually see some of those alleged friendships it attempted to establish as canon lmfao.

IDK I just think it's a lot easier to let your audience see a group of friends grow into a family than start by showing them THIS IS THE FIREFAM FAMILY. very true! it's funny because og 911 kinda started out in a similar way? both bobby and buck were quite new to the 118, and none of them were friends except hen and chim. they could have build friendships from there, and they did, in a way, but the approach was so different (and i personally think worse) from how 911 ls did it. they started out with the heavy shit, which isn't bad per se but... they then neglected to do the normal friendship stuff on the way? e.g. they mentioned buck and bobby going to a concert in season 1 and even now, after 6 seasons of development, that seems absolutely unlikely to me. because... do they even like music? do they share the same music taste? what does music mean to them? we simply do not know!!! i cannot emphasize enough how empty all these dynamics feel because the characters lack interests and passions and a life outside of their job sksksksksks. another example, we saw buck being very interested in fitness in season 1, but that was then completely dropped. we see he's fit, but it's not portrayed as a hobby or interest or big part of his life anymore, even thought we know that realistically it must be.

and they all have to go their separate ways and it just shows a nice way of moving these characters along but not damaging ties they still have. oh yeah, i have seen the end of s2 and ik from tumblr that they had to go separate ways – and i LOVED the balls of the show to externalized the reason for such a big change in the show and showcase how the job is not the be-all and end-all for the team. characters trying to constantly fix themselves and that being the entire topic of a show is simply boring to me after a while. i'd much rather watch characters having to work together to fix some big external problem while their self-improvement occurs on the journey. another thing that i miss in 911.

ooooohohoho i watchedAE (it's fantastic!) and severance and succession are both on my to-watch list! i heard fantastic things about them. mostly i am scared of succession being all business talk LMAO i am absolutely no economist asdfghj. might be a nice break from yellowjackets tho hehe (i started it impulsively and really have fun so far)

hey hey!

this isn't a death sentence to solid friendships - And that's it. I think they did such a good job of showing Tommy's influence on the whole group so quickly. The fact that she replaced Michelle was such a good thing for the show. Michelle was outrageously isolated from the group and maybe they would have paired her with Owen but then the stuff with Gwyn might not have happened and that again was a real step up for the show I think.

i exclude eddie bc he's apparently buck's age but never got the baby treatment - Which is so interesting to me. It's like they realised they wanted to make a different/mysterious/he's gone through so much type of character for Eddie so ran with it and they have genuninly unpacked a lot about him which is great. At the same time, Buck is seen as like you say a bit more of a dumbass and they play on that. YET they have given him the most devastating backstory and show him being competent and caring and mature all the way back to season 1 with Abbey so it's ... it's weird. They want a baby of the group and that was fine in s1 but now it's s6, that baby has rightfully grown up and doesn't fit the mould they tend to shove him in for the sake of it. I really hope that stops soon!

The whole donor sl is really an interesting one. I wasn't mad about it but would love to know what the general vibe was a little more because it did seem to come out of nowhere. It seems like another 'give it to Buck!' type of sl where everyone else is so settled, Buck seems to be the character they can try stuff out on without thinking long term. Idk if the sl is going to continue or just be dropped but it's something I think they did give a lot of airtime too in terms of him making his decision.

the buck and natalia romance definitely needed much more room to feel more organic and authentic - It definitely did feel like a choice. Natalia seems a bit more grown up, and settled and that's about it! We literally no nothing else lol. I think they'll probably have her in the next season and I hope they want to build something settled and nice for Buck because it would be nice to see that side of him rather than just being ridiculously unsure of the relationship he's in. It needed a lot more time, you're right. When Buck was like she sees me/it's different, I really didn't know whether we were supposed to laugh or agree with him which is obviously not ideal.

i'd rather verify things with my own two eyes if only 911 allowed me to actually see some of those alleged friendships it attempted to establish as canon lmfao - YES. I remember when Hen and Maddie had that talk about getting engaged I was like dear God have these two ever had a scene together? Have Chimney and Hen and their families ever had a scene together? Hanging out? They're best buds? Maybe they have and I've forgotten but again it was just quite jarring to see. The only relationships I'm sure do exist are: Buck/Eddie, Hen/Chim, Hen/Athena, slightly Hen/Buck but aside from that ... nothing really and usually these parings are at the expense of seeing them all in an environment together.

e.g. they mentioned buck and bobby going to a concert in season 1 - LMAO WHAT! I have no memory of that whatsoever but that seems hilarious. I do have a lovely soft spot for Bobby and Buck, I think their relationship is super sweet but they need to develop it so much more. I get the whole dad/son dynamic but !! I'd love to see more. It's like they can't decide whether to go all in, have Buck be seen as Bobby's family OR they're colleagues. The middle ground sometimes feels ... unresolved or lacking.

i'd much rather watch characters having to work together to fix some big external problem while their self-improvement occurs on the journey. - Yeah exactly. Because the stakes are high. It feels really important and you see them changing as characters and it's meaningful! They're not stuck in their ways. They're developing as people. With some 911 characters, I don't think they're done developing but I think the writers are done with showing any true development.

AE is amazing! I watched it from the first two episodes and was hooked. I'm a secondary school teacher myself so I just die at the accuracy and OMG you need to watch severance, it's one of the best things I've ever watched.

mostly i am scared of succession being all business talk LMAO i am absolutely no economist asdfghj - MOOD. That's how I felt but honestly it's not tooooo jargon-y at all. There's talk that you might not fully get but then other characters explain it well. I had the same time with watching Suits and talks of merges and stuff lol

[duskholland]

okay so... im trying to sell this the best way i can lol - how about the reader wearing a pair leggings or something, and sitting on (mob??) Tom's lap. Maybe she had been teasing him the whole day so when he can feel that she's not wearing any underwear he straight up rips a whole in the seam of the leggings so he can fill her up without it being visible... maybe someone walks in at one point?? idk i hope this makes some kind of sense. also - I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BLOG SO MUCH

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the idea of him like...physically ripping a hole in leggings because he’s /so/ desperate…………. ughhhh. your mind. I imagined normal!tom for this, but could also work with mob!tom! I also forgot to write them getting interrupted bc I was just super in the zone, but I hope you’ll like this anyways :) nsfw 18+

extended warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, kinda dom!tom.

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You’ve been winding Tom up all day.

It’d started out slowly. Soft kisses to his chest when you’d woken up, a few light hickeys suckled up his neck, your hand palming at his boxers. When he’d gone to pull you closer, you’d thrown out an excuse and rolled out of bed, leaving him frustrated, flushed, and hard, and you’ve only grown more devious as the day passes by. It’s not that you want to torture him, you just enjoy what happens when you push Tom a little too far.

Bending over the counter and arching your back as you fix yourself a tea, brushing your hands over his shoulders whenever you pass, stretching purposefully just so your shirt rides up to show the lower band of your bralette, lacy and bold -- you do it all, and you love every second of it. You live with Tom’s friends and his brother, and they’re trapped in meetings together all day, so you know Tom’s unable to do what he really wants to do to you. Instead, you get to see his stares, his clenched jaw, and his flaring nostrils, all whilst you do your best to rile him up.

The thrill you get from teasing him builds all day, and by mid-afternoon, you’re practically quivering. After doing a final outfit change, you make your way down to Tom’s office, knowing he’s got a few hours reviewing some notes and scripts before he’s due on another conference call with the rest of the boys.

You knock on his door lightly, grinning when you hear him call out a brief, “Come in!”

He’s sitting behind his desk, a grumpy frown stitched to his lips as he pours over documents. When he glances up at you, some of the tension in his face dissipates, but only for a moment. Tom growls, his expression shifting from irritation to frustration, and he immediately sits up a little straighter.

“You little minx,” he says, pushing his chair back from the desk. His eyes glint almost black, watching as you leisurely make your way over to him, swinging your hips as you go. “I know what you’ve been doing all day.”

You bite your lip, shrugging innocently. “I don’t think I know what you’re talking about, Tom. Are you feeling okay?”

He grunts, rubbing both hands over his thighs invitingly. “C’mere,” he mutters, greedy eyes taking you in. “You don’t get to act all coy.”

You fall down into his lap, straddling his thighs as your hands go up to his shoulders. Tom wraps his arms around you and pulls you in as close as possible, causing you to grin when you feel his firm cock pushing up into you.

“Have you been that hard all day?” You tease, pouting at him.

Tom gives the slightest nod.

“Yes,” he grunts. “Your fucking fault.”

He kisses you then, a hard collision of teeth and lips and tongues. There’s a force behind it that hasn’t come out in a while, and you moan as you feel the heat. It isn’t slick or neat in the slightest, but you enjoy it. Tom’s hurried and desperate, and it makes you feel powerful as his hands roam all over your figure, grabbing fistfuls of your back, your hips, your ass. When he reaches your bum and the very thin pair of leggings you’d slipped into just to tease him, he breaks away from the kiss, panting.

“Don’t tell me you’re completely bare under these,” Tom says, mouth against your lips. His fingers run around your waist, then trace the curves of your ass, and you know he’s realised the smoothness means you’ve gone without panties.

“Felt a bit bad about teasing you so much,” you coo. “Thought I’d make it easy for you.”

The noise Tom releases in response to that information is hot enough that it makes your centre throb, and you find yourself whimpering when he dips his hands between your legs.

“Sit up a bit, darling,” he murmurs, briefly moving his hands to tug at your waist. You sit up on your shins, holding his shoulders for support, and watch, slightly perplexed, as Tom’s hands disappear between your legs. He pulls his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes rippling with dark lust as he meets yours. “Such a fucking tease,” he murmurs. Without any further hesitation, you hear a loud tearing sound, and your eyes widen as you watch Tom rip your leggings at the crotch. The cheap seam bursts easily, and you whimper again as he makes the hole bigger, his movements fast and eager.

“Tom,” you whine, your heart beating heavily in your chest. You’d just wanted to rile him up, never expected to see him this frenzied. Yet, it’s a huge turn on -- shown evidently by the way he easily slips two fingers into your cunt, your tight heat wet with arousal.

“I don’t think you feel bad about teasing me, love,” Tom grunts. He’s fast with his hands, curling his digits into you and stimulating your g-spot with each thrust of his slender fingers. He pushes the thumb of his other hand into your mouth, forcing you to suck on it as he fucks your heat. “You’re soaked for me, aren’t you? You get off on this. Walking around all day, teasing me like a spoilt brat.” He chuckles when you moan, the sound muffled by his finger in your mouth. “You walk around like you’re an angel, but we both know what you really want.”

He spends a few further moments with his thumb in your mouth before slowly pulling it out and bringing the pad down to fondle your clit. You jerk in his lap, fire twisting in your core as you feel him coax you towards a high.

“Oh, you’re not going to cum yet, are you, darling?” He asks, blinking up at you with a devilish expression on his face. He smirks as he slips his fingers from you. “As if.” He breaks to chuckle and then presses a brief kiss to the pout on your lips. “Get my cock out and then you can ride me. You don’t deserve it, but I do.”

Eager to oblige, you reach down and tug Tom’s cock free from beneath the waistband of his grey sweats. After licking your palm a few times, you slowly stroke his length, paying particular attention to his weeping tip with your thumb and the long curved vein that runs down the side of his cock. Tom groans, tossing his head back as his hands grab at your ass, his face slowly flushing.

“Fuck,” he curses. “Get on me, babe. Please. I can’t wait any longer, g’nna bust so fucking fast if you keep that up.”

Smirking softly, you kiss his cheek as you sit straighter. You deposit light kisses all the way back to his lips, and you have his tongue in your mouth as you reach down and guide his cock into you. The hole in your leggings is wide enough to grant him complete access, and you both moan as you take him, fully.

“Shit,” you whimper, your forehead dropping to his shoulder. You start to ride him, quickly picking up pace as you enjoy the feeling of your cunt adjusting to him. Tom’s hands weigh down your hips, urging you on as he grunts too. “You’re so big, Tom, fuck. Feels so good.”

“Mmm, you like it, don’t you?” His voice is thick, pulled tight with arousal. “Such a needy little thing.” He breaks off, eyes watching the way you ride him, your eyelids drooping shut, your jaw half-slack. “That’s it. Make me cum, love. Make me fill you up. I deserve it, after all the teasing you’ve pulled all day, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” you whimper. He’s got one of his hands back on your clit, and the sensations pulsing out from your bud coupled with the way the tip of his cock rubs up against your g-spot with each of your bounces feels like heaven. “Want you to fill me up, Tom, please. Let me feel you.” You grip at his shoulders. “Mark me up. I want to feel you dripping out of me.”

Tom curses, and when he starts to angle his hips to thrust up and meet each of your movements, you find yourself flying over the edge. It’s hard to tell who peaks first, but you can feel him pulsing as he shoots his load into you, in sync with the way your walls clench around him. Your lips find your way back to his, and it’s messy as you both pant together, your hips moving until both of you have finished. You stay seated on him, his cock plugging you to the hilt, and Tom pushes his forehead to yours even as your mouths fall apart.

“Fucking hell, love,” he murmurs, causing you to smile. “What got into you today?”

You shrug. “Just wanted to have some fun,” you admit. “You liked it.”

Tom nods, his hands briefly running over your waist. “I did. Sorry about your leggings, though.”

“Worth it,” you say.

Your boyfriend chuckles. “Definitely.”

[cinnamonest]

Okay but imagine... adoptive mother reader with Chongyun, Bennett, Razor and Xingqiu. This can be linked to that thought you once posted about the boys (Chongyun and Xingqiu) barely young adults and reader being something of a Guhua expert or an exorcist (and a little bit of those mommy headcanons lol)

So, this is settle with the boys a little bit younger, reader is a promising adventurer who despise being so young (early 20s) She have traversed half of Teyvat and made a name of herself. She comes back to Monstadt to see old faces and such.

She first arrives to Liyue and decides to rest for the day. She's strolling around the harbour, watching what's new and saying hi to old friends, when two boys running at high speed crashes against her and fall to the ground. Being the nice person she is, she helps them up and offers to take care of their bruises, to which they reluctantly accept bcs you have to always be wary of strangers.

While she patches them up, she starts to tell them stories of all the places she's been, noticing how the kid with amber eyes shine at the mention of she being in contact with a Real Guhua master (even if it was for only a month or so, but it is still impressive) and that she has a couple of books about the art and such.

Seeing his friend's happy reaction, the other boy with baby blue hair shares a bit of himself, and the small gasp that he lets out when the gentle traveler tells him she has seen a demon before! And even better, she got a charm from a successful exorcist from a far away land! How cool is that!?

After taking care of them, reader buys them a treat and guides them towards the inn she's staying to fetch up the items brought up in the conversation. When she gets back and gift them the items, the excitement that overcomes them was enough to jump and hug the kind lady, but the emotional moment was short lived as a young man similar to the kid with prussian blue hair and a older man with the same cat-like eyes as the aspiring exorcist approach them and retrieve their brother and son respectively, thanking the adventurer for looking out after them.

As morning comes and reader leaves at the crack of sunrise, it finally register in her mind that she never got the name of those two cute kids. Meanwhile, said pre-teens were musing about the same thing as the female, but what she didn't know is that her actions would actually leave a mark on these two for the years to come.

The travel from Liyue to Monstadt was beautiful but tiresome. A wave of nostalgia punches her on the stomach as the first batch of small lamp grass caught her attention, signaling that she has finally settled foot on the wildest part of the realm of freedom.

Trees grow thicker and small springs sprinkled here and there, the young female's pace quickens as she comes to terms that she won't make it today to the city, and it's wiser to camp out outside Wolvendom. As beautiful and relaxing the scenery was, she has enough sense to not turn a blind eye to the several claw marks and noises that she has spotted and hear throughout her walk.

Finally, after almost sprinting for a while now, the exit of the forest makes itself visible, and with a small sigh she slows her pace to walking speed. She was about to reach the Waypoint when a rustle from a nearby bush caughts her attention.

With only slowing down a little bit, she turns her head to the source of the noise, body tense and hand on her dagger just in case it was a Hilichurl or a Wolf. But what a surprise it is, when rather than eyes catching rough grey fur or a mask, a young boy with eyes as sharp as the furred beasts she's being weary of meets her surprised orbs instead. There's a certain curiosity in that ruby gaze, but she couldn't appreciated them more as she took notice of the whole human being in front of her.

What little clothes he had, they were all in a shameful state. The wind picked up and a gust of cold breeze touched the two humans, but only one of them shudder at its touch.

Seeing that, the female removed there coat and slowly, approached the boy. He took a couple of steps back and a snarl arises from his throat, hopping to stop this strange human from getting any closer. The female got the message, and crouched to meet his eyes on a same level.

She extended the hand holding the jacket, and with a patience of a saint, waited until the kid shuffled by his own to sniff the offered item. The female smiled, and was about to say something, until a howl broke the silence, and the boy clutching the jacket jumped from his spot, sprinting at a remarkable speed to were the noise came. He only stopped to turn around a give a small wave to the female, just to dissappear through the dense foliage that compose Wolvendom.

The adventurer dusts her clothes, and wishes the bests of lucks to the kid before returning to her destination.

That night, after finding comfort on one of the lone red tents meant for travelers, the Sound of small footsteps on grass alerts her and she rises from her almost slumber, only to find a small bunch of wolfhooks beside the tent.

Just like how she did in Liyue, when the first rays of sunrise emerged from the horizon, she sets off to the city.

After half a day of walking, the gates of her hometown greets her as she walks down the bridge, a small sigh of happiness escapes her as she takes in the sight of the streets she grew up in.

Her first stop was the to the adventurer's guild. As she greets and waves to old friends, the boisterous laugh of a man caughts her attention, turning her head to look at the source of the voice.

Her eyes widened and a smile just as big formed on her face, she walks towards the two figures in front of the guild's desk, the man being accompanied by a young boy with greyish hair was none than the person who cheered her on following her dreams of travelling all of Teyvat.

She hugs the man without notice and the man is throw off his conversation with the woman behind the desk. The face of the girl, now a young adult, greets him and he couldn't stop the overflowing of his emotions and hugged back the female. She's like a daughter to him, just like how he thinks of a son to the boy looking at them.

They share a couple of words before the female notices the boy besides them. Still being high from finding her mentor, she kneels before the boy and ruffles his hair, presenting herself and informing him that she's and adventurer just like the old man.

The boy's eyes shine at the mention of adventure. Does that mean that he has a mom now!? You do look far younger that his dads, but it's the same, right?

He surprises you when he voices his thoughts, and you chuckled a little at his cute face. You pinch his little nose, and with a smile you tell him you'll are honoured to be his mom, sharing all of your knowledge with him and experience with the outside world.

The boy, Bennett, as he shouted at the top of his lungs after your affirmative, lunged at your still kneeling form and locked his little arms around your neck, securing you in a tight hug. The force made the both of you to fall on the ground, but his happiness was so contagious that you couldn't careless about that.

As the years pass by, and your connection with the four boys strengthen, you saw them grow into strong young men, a feeling of proud sparks at the thought of being one of the big influence for them to reach the point they are now in, as you provided them with all types of knowledge and artifacts that you managed to get in your travels. You do feel like a proud mom of her four sons.

But... as pure as your feelings are, the four young men can't share the same sentiment. Or at least not in the same platonic way. They know that you don't feel the same as them, but you would never deny your boys their happiness, wouldn't you?

So, what would you do, when they finally decide to take action on their feelings, and the prospect of your sons crossings weapons just to have you for themselves is rearing it's head, will you choose one of them?

Or, in a surprise turn of events, they agree on sharing you with each others, as in the end they were taken care of by the same person they addressed as mother, creating a sense of brotherhood between the young males?

(Did you guys noticed that there's almost never a mention of mothers in Genshin? I think everyone has mommy issues lol)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anon i’ve ascended?? 

Im crying envisioning like. The thing is all these other boys have some sort of army to back them up. Xingqiu’s got rich people guards... bennett has fischl and his dads... razor has a pack of wolves... Chongyun over here by himself just like :)

But also... imagine a poly of four yans at once... fuck there would be no end to your constant suffering bruh

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Anti-Romantic, Part 1

(credit to the original owner of the image)

Character | Jaehyun x reader Genre | nonidol!au, Mutual Pining, Slowburn, Fluff WordCount | 3.6 K Author'sNote | lmaoooo the fact that I intended this to be a oneshot type of thing oops. Wellllll, I tried. Most likely to be a two part series, but we'll see.

This is part of a series I intend to call "If Songs were Fics" and this particular one was loosely inspired by TXT's Anti-Romantic bc I'm obsessed. I hope you enjoy reading as much I enjoyed writing it!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

I don't know who loves me

And I don't care, It's a waste anyways

A romantic feeling, Kinda scares me

“Any plans for you birthday next week?”

Jaehyun shakes his head at you, “no, not yet, don’t you have that date with that barista?”

“I’m not sure, he’s been acting weird over text lately. Might not be worth it,” you shrug your shoulders. “Besides, it’s your birthday! You only get one of those a year, we should plan something.”

You were on your way to the gym, a ritual you and Jaehyun had ever since you both found out you worked for the same company. You had been childhood friends, but ended up losing touch since you went to separate universities.

It was a nice surprise to see a friendly face on the first day of orientation and throughout the duration of your training for the next six weeks. Although you were both from different departments, you enjoyed taking your lunch breaks together and sharing small gossip about your old class-mates.

“ugh, don’t remind me,” he let’s out a long sigh, “every year, it seems like my family won’t stop pestering me about starting a family.”

“What’s so wrong about that?”

“Nothing, just not for me. Or at least not yet. I don’t think I’m the type to settle down,” he shrugs again as if it were no big deal.

You gasp, “how could you say that? I’ve seen your insta account. It’s got your cousin’s kids all over it!” You stop to take a good look at him as he holds the door of the gym open for you. “Back in school too, you used to tutor those elementary kids for volunteering hours. Even when you didn’t need them. You’ve always liked kids.”

“That’s different…”

“Right. Totally different things. Got it,” you roll your eyes. This wasn’t the first time he mentioned not wanting to settle down. At first, you had thought it was because he liked ‘keeping his options open’ like back in high-school. Or, not that you knew for sure, but if the rumors were true then it meant he slept his way around. Apparently, he never slept with someone twice and despite the cold shoulder the other party would get, all you had ever heard were praises. Not that you paid that much attention or anything.

You and Jaehyun had the same circle of friends, but despite that, he had never made any advances towards you. You’d be lying if that didn’t bother you at least once or twice. You just assumed that he didn’t want to make the friendship awkward or mess with the friend dynamics of your group. Which was why your crush on him in junior high ended as soon as you got to high-school.

You ended up going on dates with other people, but nothing that kept your interest. Nothing that compared to how you felt around him. Not that he seemed to think the same, so you tried your best to stay the good friend you always have been. You didn’t want to push something he clearly didn’t want; not that it didn’t hurt any less. Throughout the years it’s become bearable, at least. Almost like a painful habit.

You check in and head to the locker rooms to change. His nonchalance about the subject had always puzzled you. You’d seen first hand how all the female coworkers seemed to sway their hips as they walked by him, how some would pop a blouse button more than usual when around him, and you swore no one else was getting that much help throughout training more than him. He was handsome and a gentleman, that much was painfully obvious.

You meet him outside by the water fountain, “ready for warm-up?” he guides your way to the treadmills.

“When’s the last time you dated?”

You would have laughed if you weren’t so shocked to see him trip from the corner of your eye. “why the sudden curiosity?” He finally responds.

“Not sudden, I’d always wondered.” You defended. “You’re good looking and you’re very…I mean, you live on your own and have your own car. You have good relations with your family AND you’re good with kids. So, what is it?” You hadn’t realized how troubling you thought it all was. But now that you started digging you couldn’t stop.

“I just—” you pause, “it doesn’t make sense.”

You hear him chuckle, “you might wanna slow down before you pull something.” You look down and realize that your pace had gone from a relaxed jog to a borderline run during your rant. Maybe this wasn’t the best time to psychoanalyze your only friend in the city.

“Well, I just don’t know how to let people in. It’s just that.” He finally responds. “I love kids, but I don’t know or think I’d be a good partner.” He slows down before stopping, ending the conversation. He waves you off with an easy smile as you stay running.

Huh, maybe you pushed him too far. Your eyes can’t help but follow him around the gym.

Sweet and bitter chocolate, The taste at the end is always the same

Like the saddest movies, Only tears in my eyes

Your hands were sweaty the entire morning, anticipating your lunch time. It was his birthday today, and while you hadn’t made any concrete plans you ended up agreeing to go over to his place after work. Your gym bag was ready with snacks and comfy clothes to stay over. You remembered him saying he was excited to watch that new Marvel movie that had recently come out so you had bought it online to stream it at his place as a surprise. But what had you nervous was the small heart shaped box sitting in your purse. You didn’t know what possessed you to buy it but you had immediately thought of Jae when you passed by it at the mall. You remember vaguely mentioning that it was a special occasion to the sales lady (as in, his birthday), but she must have thought it was your significant other rather than friend because she changed the box to the red velvet shaped one while giving you a wink. In her defense, you could have protested but…why didn’t you?

You hear a knock on your door, “hey little miss sunshine.” Ah, Nakamoto, this couldn’t be good news. He was only sickly sweet to you when he needed a favor.

“What do you want?” you deadpan. He only laughs as he makes himself comfortable in your office. “Well, nothing in particular. Can’t stop by and see how you’re doing?” he feigns hurt.

“Right—the last time you ‘came by’ you left me working over-time through the weekend,” You sigh, “so what is it this time? Missed meeting? Late proposal?” To be fair, your supervisor WAS overworked sometimes. And since you were the only worker under him, it was normal for him to sometimes share some of the load with you.

He smiles at you, “nope. Just have a proposal for you. I know you’ve been working hard these past few months and I’ve been really impressed by your work ethic.” He stands and moves closer to your desk, “And I thought some sort of reward was in order, as well as celebration.” Ok, now you’re confused. You were ok with the reward part, it usually came in the form of a gift card to your favorite coffee shop, but celebration?

“Why would we celebrate? Did I miss something?”

“Not yet, but I did recommend you to the partner position with me. And I wanted to be the first to tell you that the boss approved it earlier today. So, what do ya say? Dinner on me?” he extends his hand out to you and wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

Oh.

Shit! You were hoping this would happen eventually, moving up from the entry-level position you had. But you had never thought it would be this fast. “Oh my gosh, are you serious?” You give him your hand and he shakes it in mock salute.

“Of course, some people will come by to move your computer to the office next to mine. You start Monday!” he winks, “So, wanna go to that new rooftop restaurant? This is a once in a life-time ticket, so you best say yes.”

But your dinner with Jae…He’ll understand, right? He has to. It’s not like he seemed that excited about it anyway. And you could always spend the day together tomorrow, too. It would be pretty rude to turn down Yuta after he pulled some strings for you…

You smile at him, “Thank you Mr. Nakamoto, I won’t let you down as a partner. Yeah, dinner sounds great. Wanna meet there?”

You sit down on the small table, now nervous for other reasons.

Jae sits opposite of you, a small smile on his face. “Hey you,” he greets.

“hey…” you start, “I hate to change plans so suddenly, but…” crap, you feel really shitty. But you really were between a rock and a hard place.

“everything ok?”

“yeah, no. I actually just got promoted,” you start.

“You did? That’s awesome! So fast, too. Wow—but shouldn’t you be more enthusiastic about it?” he chuckles.

“I am, just—my old supervisor wanted to go to dinner to celebrate. And I don’t think I could say no after helping me out like that.”

“I mean, did you want to skip it or?” Now he’s confused.

“Well, he wanted to go out tonight since I start Monday and today’s Friday…I don’t think I can come over tonight,” you explain.

Realization crosses his features before he gives a small smile. “Don’t worry about it, you’re fine. And he’s treating you! You don’t know when the next time he offers might be,” he continues, “we can celebrate another day anyway.”

“Are you sure?” now you feel like shit.

“Of course I’m sure.”

For the rest of the lunch, a thick silence settles before he excuses himself back to work.

Jaehyun knew this was coming. Nothing ever went his way; it’s why he kept everyone at a distance from his heart. But he was weak when it came to you. This game of push and pull was bound to keep happening, and it only brought him that all familiar foul taste in his mouth.

I know, that sweet love song, Those words of promise

When you turn around, It's just an unfamiliar someone

It was why he decided to go else-where for university, instead of joining you and some of your friends to the one closest to home. He chose to go across the globe—far, far away from the curse of you.

It had started on a windy day, back when you were 4 and new to the town he grew up in. Jaehyun didn’t want to leave his mother’s arms, he didn’t like the thought of being with strangers until later in the day even if his mom promised that she would be back. A little girl with jean overalls like his came up to him and his mom, “why are you crying?”

“I am not!” he sniffed. He didn’t need to make new friends like his mom was trying to tell him. All he needed was to go back home. You took out something from your pocket and showed it to him, “look, my mom said I could give one to my first friend. She said it was sharing. Want one?”

In her little palm, were two kiss chocolates. “You’re not my friend,” he grumbled, “I don’t know your name.” At that, you giggled, “I’m Y/N!” you took his hand and placed a chocolate there, “there, now we’re officially friends.”

“See, Jae? You can spend some time with Y/N and have fun. Before you know it, I’ll be back,” she promised.

“Yeah, Jae! Come play blocks with me, and then we can try the coloring.” You held his hand as you led him deeper into the classroom. Just like that, Jae began to feel a little warmth in his chest. He didn’t mind that his favorite thing to do was play tag outside or that he wasn’t really good at coloring inside lines yet. But that didn’t matter to him. As long as he had this one friend around, he was content.

Sorry I'm an anti-romantic, I want to run far away

My heart that already chases after you, Blazes up as a small flame

Looking back at it now, it was a little funny. All it took to let you in back then was a simple chocolate kiss and your little sticky hand in his leading the way. You were always larger than life to him, sometimes he forgot that you were just as human as him.

As you two continued to grow, nothing seemed to change your friendship. But he knew that the depth of his feelings wasn’t mutual. It was in the way that you brought a lot different people together and decided to call it your family. Another of your friends, Jungwoo, liked to joke that you collected introverts for fun. To Jaehyun, it was more likely that you just didn’t see the fun in leaving people out. You were charming and passionate. Traits he wished he had. Your empathetic nature and gentle disposition were all that Jaehyun needed, even if he wasn’t the only recipient.

Once you guys started to hit puberty, things started to feel rocky. Jaehyun couldn’t help but physically distance himself from you, his ears were always red-hot. You had always been pretty to Jaehyun, but you were starting to become really beautiful. And if the boy’s locker rooms’ talk were anything to go by, then other people were definitely starting to realize “what a great catch” you were.

It really pissed him off. Who were they to say things as if all you were was a piece of meat? It disgusted him. But what disgusted him more was the fact that sometimes, he couldn’t help but also feel the way your body felt in his when you hugged in greeting. He hated the way his body reacted to everything you did.

He first messed around with a senior girl back when he was a sophomore, Sooyoung. She was leaving and he couldn’t take it anymore. Your boyfriend was a piece of trash and he was tired of hearing the way he would share what Jae considered to be intimate moments that had no business being public. But you seemed so happy… that next game, Jae stole the ball from him and scored on his own. Even if it cost him a three hour lecture from the coach, he would do it again. Fuck being a team, that guy was an asshole.

What he hadn’t planned on was liking messing around. He would never admit it, but the reason he couldn’t commit was because he couldn’t get rid of that small grain of hope that glowed in his chest every time you stared at him longer than would be deemed normal. It wasn’t often, but he knew he wasn’t seeing things. So, he succumbed to the cycle of push-and-pull that you guys had going on.

Jaehyun wasn’t blind, he knew that your work definitely spoke of your professionalism, but he’s also seen the way Nakamoto stared after you. Of the way his hand would often touch your waist when walking together. Even now, as he hears you apologize through the phone again as you get ready for your “date” with him he can’t help this heart feel heavy with anger. Anger at himself, for letting you slip away once more. He usually hopes for nothing but the best for you, but this time, he wishes you had an awful dinner.

Sorry I'm an anti-romantic, I don't believe in romance

I'm afraid that after burning my whole heart, It will only leave behind ashes

Throughout the entire dinner, you can’t seem to get Jae out of your mind. It keeps you from enjoying the delicious food, keeps you from keeping your usual banter with Nakamoto.

You’re about to call it a night and thank Nakamoto for inviting you out when he beats you to it, “damn, I was hoping this might be a good break from the usual overtime we do, but something tells me your mind has been elsewhere,” he offers good naturedly, “I know it’s valentine’s, so maybe this is why we feel so awkward, right?”.

You grimace a bit at that, “ah—I’m sorry. I really am grateful for the way you look after me in the company and I’m also thankful for this lovely dinner,” you stop a bit, afraid you might offend him, “I agreed to come out tonight, so no need to feel awkward.” You offer a smile.

“Alright then. I guess you already have your sights on someone?” he prods. Should you be honest? There was no rule against dating outside your department, and you were pretty sure your new boss’s wife also worked within the company. “…I do. But I’m pretty sure they don’t feel the same way. It’s been so long since we’ve known each other. Surely if something were to have happened, it would have by now.” You were loosening up, definitely the wine’s fault.

Nakamoto sighs at that, “damn, and here I thought I could woo you after this,” he winks jokingly but you laugh him off. You knew he didn’t care for you that way. “I really hope you’re talking about the guy you always eat lunch with. I swear everyone thought you guys were married when you were released from training.”

“What?! No, I—we’ve been friends since we were children—”

“Aha! So it was him then,” he smirks. “Good.”

You groan, “Please, no.”

“What, it’s not him? You sure about that?”

“I will neither confirm nor deny that statement,” you groan. Why were you discussing your love life? You push the wine away and take a sip of your water.

“Hmm. That’s too bad. Could have sworn that guy was after you.” He stands up. “But fine, I’ll stop prodding.”

You sigh in relief—“for now.” You groan. “What do you even mean by that? You don’t even know him. Or me, or at least personally at least.”

“Mmm, I don’t have to. Some things you just know. Like how he wishes I was six feet under every time we run across him at work,” he sobers up at that. “He seemed like a cool dude, but his glare isn’t too friendly. I don’t know how you fell for that.”

You scoff, “just because someone has a resting bitch face doesn’t mean they’re a bad person.”

You both make your way to the underground parking. “You’re right, it just makes them unapproachable. Is that why you won’t confess?” His genuine tone rubs you the wrong way, you don’t need be given false hope.

“Stop it, you said you would drop it,” you frown, “Anyways, thank you for the food boss—”

“—not your boss anymore. Just call me Yuta, we’re partners now.”

“Aren’t you two years older than me?”

“And?”

You shrug at that, “well, thanks Yuta. For the food, not for the interrogation.” He chuckles at that, nodding while pulling out his car keys. “see you Monday!” he waves you off.

You sigh as you get home. It wasn’t as late as you thought it was, only a few minutes past nine. You really wanted to see him. Would he be busy?

You fish out your phone and dial his number before chickening out.

“Hello?”

“Jae! It’s me. Are you busy right now?” your heartbeat is pounding so loud, you’re scared he could hear it on the other end. “Right now?” you hear shuffling on the other end, “no, I was just reading that book Jungwoo sent me. Might have dozed off a bit into it but don’t tell him I said that,” he chuckles.

“Why, is everything ok? It’s still early, did you end dinner that fast?”

“Oh, Yuta and I called it a night pretty early. Too many couples were out and about and it got a bit awkward,” you explained.

“Yuta?”

“Ah, yes. Yuta Nakamoto, but now that we’re associates, he said it would be better to address him less formally.” You waive him off, “actually, I was wondering—if it’s not too late, can I still come over? If not, that’s cool. We can still hang out tomorrow, but your birthday is today and I thought—”

He laughs at your rambles, “of course you can come over, you know you don’t have to ask. How many times have I told you that?”

“Ok, ok. Just checking,” you still had your comfy change of clothes in your car, so you opt to save those for tomorrow and change into something causal for tonight.

“Do you want me to go get you? We can get ice cream on the way, hopefully they don’t close early.”

“Sounds like a plan then,” curse your heart for melting at everything he says.

“Alright, give me 15 and I’ll be there.” He hangs up.

You look at your bag, resting on your sofa and you sigh. The entire night, it’s almost as if you could feel the weight of his gift weighing it down. Yuta is known for being very observant, it’s why he was so good at his job. Closing deals and making contracts in advertisement. Would he be right about this? You know you desperately wish he was, but is it worth risking your best friend?

EndNote | Woooow, that was a longass ride. Let me know if you liked it or if there are other typos I missed! Or just to let me know what you thought, that would be much appreciated. I'm thinking of finishing it by Sunday 6/13, so hopefully the next part is up by then. Until then!

Here's Part 2!