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Leather & Lace

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Warnings- oral sex, praise kink, soft Dom h, opposites attract, cum play/swapping

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“How can you be this happy in the morning?” Harry grunted, hoodie pulled over his head as he sat down next to a bubbly Y/N. Her couch was comfortable but it didn’t make up for the fact that he was at her flat at 8 in the morning. 

“It’s not that early, lazy bones.” She hummed, tucking her legs under her as she sat down on the other side. “Thank you for coming to help today, by the way. I know you don’t like getting up early.”

He really didn’t, was the thing. He hated it. Harry only had so many days off and after working a long shift bartending last night, the very last thing he wanted to do was help someone unpack in their new flat. He’d rather claw at concrete than be awake right now, rather eat a raw egg, rather go through tattoo removal. If it was anyone but Y/N he would have laughed in their face at the mere ask. 

But it was her. It was twinkly eyed, pouty lipped, warm hearted Y/N who had asked him a week in advance and promised him a bagel with cream cheese and an iced coffee for brekkie, whatever he wanted for lunch, and ‘whatever he wanted in general!’. Little did she know he was going to say yes anyway, considering he knew he couldn’t say no to her sweet little ask with her smaller hand on his tattooed arm and wide eyes peering up at him. He wasn’t someone who liked to do things for many people without there being some sort of monetary gain, but this was different. 

Y/N had somehow latched herself onto one of the grumpiest bastards in the area while she herself was one of the sweetest girls he’d ever seen. Rarely spoke a mean word of anyone (except when they hurt someone close to her), went out of her way to help anyone who needed it and always wanted to be a shoulder to cry on. He’d seen her take money from her own wallet to cover someone’s bill when they were short, even seen her rush to help an elderly man across the street. It got her into trouble sometimes which was why he was glad that he’d been the hip she’d chosen to attach to. 

Their first interaction had been him sitting in the courtyard of their uni, listening to music under the tree. He’d had his sketchbook in hand, doodling in between classes when he looked up to see a girl with a pretty yellow bow in her hair offering him a cupcake because he looked ‘sad.’. He had been sad, actually, but that was pretty much his normal resting face. He’d tried to blow her off but she’d taken a seat next to him, introducing herself and telling him about her own day to ‘distract him’. He hated to admit that it worked. 

From then on, she popped up everywhere. At first he’d been a bit worried that she was following him but it truly was a coincidence. Y/N had found her way under his skin, wriggled her way into that cold heart of his and made it warm up just a little each time she came around. At some point she’d become a daily fixture in his life, her texts lighting up his phone with emojis and telling him to meet her at the cafe or the library- and for some reason, he followed.

“Mmm. Know y’wanted me here to see me get all sweaty. If y’wanted to see my tats and muscles so badly, you coulda just said so, Sweets.” He smirked, watching her eyes widen. So easy to fluster. 

“No! Stop teasing me, s’not nice.” She grumbled, poking his knee with her socked foot. She’d chosen lavender striped ones today. “I don’t have a lot of strong friends, you know that. Niall’s comin’ by after work to help you put the bedframe together and move the books from the car. Besides, I’ll let you sleepover and everything after we’re all done. I know you loveeeee my bed.”

He did. But more than anything he liked laying in said bed with her. Harry had a hard time admitting he had begun to gain feelings for the girl but deep down he knew he did. He liked that she insisted on cuddles, curling her leg around his and nuzzling her face into his chest, or even better yet the crook of his neck. Loved when she’d sleepily ask him questions about his life and tell him facts about her own. She resembled a tiny kitten while sleepy, insistent on getting all of the pets and attention. 

Harry had decided he wasn’t the relationship type after his last girlfriend had cheated on him with his old best mate- but meeting Y/N had reminded him of the die hard romantic that laid underneath the surface. All the hard work he’d had piling up bricks on top of his red, bleeding heart had seemed to be consistently excavated by the pastel wearing girl who still enjoyed the fairy lights he used to see online in those aesthetic bedroom photos. It scared him a bit at first. Even now, he was nervous about the idea of getting closer to her than they were now because her heart was a tender and precious thing and he didn’t necessarily trust himself not to hurt her- but then again, he knew he’d do miles better than anyone else could. He’d spent the time learning about her as the months went by, listening to her drawl on about the pinterest boards she made, her dream finds she always looked for at the thrift stores, her least favorite reality TV contestants, which pastries she found to be too dry at the cafe and which had the best level of moisture, what blankets she liked, every little tidbit he had stored away in his brain to use at a later date. 

No one would be as protective of her as he would be, which was why lately he’d been entertaining the thought of perhaps moving past the point of no return and trying to see if maybe, possibly, perhaps.. They could be more. 

It had come with a lot of deliberating but he’d come to understand that if he failed, Y/N wouldn’t caste him to the side. She’d never in a million years abandon him like he feared, which only gave him more motivation to go for it though… He was still biding his time. He had to let her get settled here before he shook up her life a bit more. 

They were opposites, the sweet girl and him. Harry was quite literally the bad boy cliche of everyone’s after school special’s dreams. His hair was long and curled, brushing his jaw. He went for darker clothing, usually his ripped black skinny jeans and a band tee but sometimes more eccentric with some silk and leaving his tits out when they went on a night out. His nose had a simple black hoop, his nails painted and chipped though this week they were a bubblegum pink, a la Y/N’s expertise. His body was hard from the gym he liked to frequent and inked, only getting more every month. He wore the occasional eyeliner when he felt spicy. That was only the physical things. 

Sometimes he wondered why she felt drawn to him, as she said. He was dark and moody with a darker sense of humor. Somewhat of a pessimist, he expected the worst from people and tended to stay away from them the best he could. The opposite of a social butterfly, he only usually went out in the past for a drink or to get his cock wet, never for the pleasure of interacting with people. Even then it was rare considering he did quite well in the hookup area being a bartender himself. 

Harry often wondered how and why she felt the pull to be around him and why she felt so at ease in his presence but he figured it had to be that he’d knocked the lights out of a bloke in her philosophy class who’d been riding her ass. He’d made the wrong decision of cornering Y/N at a party Harry had been dragged to, touching her a bit too much and not listening when her smile became thin and she backed away from him after giving a rejection much too polite than the man deserved. There had been no hesitation in laying him out, tugging Y/N into his side and demanding she stay with him for the rest of the party after she insisted she didn’t need to go home. 

Funnily enough she’d been a hit with his own small group of friends, everyone also feeling the same sort of kindred protection over her. Not many people were genuinely warm and fuzzy in the way she was. 

Y/N was… She was the sun, she was a cinnamon roll fresh baked on a sunday morning, she was a kitten sprawled in a sunbeam. All the good things, he could find a way to relate them to her. That probably should have been the indicator he had feelings for her far sooner than he’d ever let himself admit, but she had taken the time to crack him open. 

It was hard to stop thinking about what made her both his opposite and so special. Harry dwelled on how soft her clothing always was, both in color and texture. She liked those pastel colors and fuzzy cardigans, hair bows and those signature mary janes with the tiny heels. Lip oil as opposed to lip gloss because it was ‘too sticky’ but still dragged all his attention to her lips and made him wonder if it really tasted like tangerine like it smelled. 

Her touch was gentle and tender, cautious at first but as soon as she got the go ahead, she showered you in attention. At least, she did to him. Brushing stray hairs out of faces and wiping crumbs off cheeks, she had little sense of personal space once granted permission. She’d been mindful of his distaste for touch at the beginning but once he’d leaned into it, the girl had no qualms about straightening his shirt or leaning into his form, hell- there had been a few times she’d helped herself to his lap when there was no other seating option. Usually that was when she was tipsy considering she would most likely be a little shy sober, but that was something he enjoyed. 

The light to his dark, he doubted anyone else could make him feel the way she could. Hence why he was up after only getting 4 hours of sleep, sipping the coffee she’d gotten him. There was little he wouldn’t do for a hint of her smile. 

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“Babe, you’ve got t’make a decision.” Harry said gently, placing the large mirror down and leaning it against the wall. 

“I know, I know but… It’s bad luck to have your mirror facing your bed.” She wrung her fingers together. “I’m sorry, H. I know I’ve been a bit of a pain in the rear today. I promise m’not trying to, but It’s my first place and I just want it to be perfect.” Her head looked down, making his heart squeeze. 

God damn it. Leave it to her to make him feel like he’d kicked a puppy. Sighing, he tugged the bandana on his head back into place and approached her, placing his hand on her shoulder. “M’not upset with you. Promise. I just think you’re overthinking it a bit.” Her superstitions did tend to make her feel a little squirrely sometimes and he knew it.  “We’re gonna make it look perfect. Incredible, even. Reckon the magazines will be calling you up to feature you, but we can’t just have a freestanding mirror slab.” He’d picked it up for her off of craigslist just a bit ago. Even if it wasn’t a dodgy listing, he wouldn’t let her go on her own. That’s how people got kidnapped. 

“Ugh, I know.” She groaned, flopping into his chest. Never mind it being sweaty, she rubbed her nose between his tits and let out a tired groan, her hair smacking his chin. It’d been tossed up in a very messy bun that was a bit lopsided but made her look doubly as cute, though he didn’t tell her that. “Why don’t we mount it to the back of your door then? Not facing your bed, or another mirror.” 

He could almost hear her brain going as she mulled it over before he felt the nod against his chest. “That will be good, I think. I love that idea.” Y/N had been going back and forth over design choices with him all day as if he had a clue about interior decor, but he had appreciated her caring about his opinion nonetheless. “That can be the last thing we do. Niall’s fucked off somewhere futzing with the books so we can eat after that’s done.” 

The thud of his heart against her ear was steady as he gently ran a hand over her shoulderblade. “What’s on the menu?” 

“Think we’re ordering pizza because I know m’too tired to cook which means you lot have to be too.” She chuckled, finally prying herself out of his chest and blinking up at him.”Then we can go to bed.”  He was thankful her ear was away from his heart so she couldn’t hear the way it stuttered. You’d think after sleeping in her bed a multitude of times that he’d get used to the sound of that sentence but it still did him in every time. 

“Okay. I can run and pick it up after I mount this to the door if you call it in.” He knew she wouldn’t want to go. It was visible on her face how tired she was and it melted him internally. He knew that she’d be a little snuggly menace tonight and fuck if he wasn’t looking forward to it. “Gonna run into the pharmacy t’grab some body wash for here, if thats okay?”

“Course it is.” She beamed at the suggestion, making him happy that he’d even brought it up. Y/N used to suggest he sleep heer a lot before and he’d refuse, thinking she was just trying to be polite- but she really did enjoy him staying with her. “I liked the pomegranate one you used last time, just sayin’.” Patting his chest she moved from his grip, heading to grab her phone. “Normal for you?”

“Yeah, love. Same as usual.” He rubbed over the achy spot in his chest that she’d left by pulling away, looking forward to sleeping tonight so he could feel it fill back up.

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Harry had grabbed the pomegranate bath stuff. He’d grabbed the whole line, actually, the shampoo, conditioner, body wash and some sort of ‘skin buff.’ Whatever that was. 

Y/N had squeaked as he showed her, along with a pack of the makeup wipes she usually used and he’d steal. He’d figured it was about time to be the one to buy the replacements. “Ah! And you got the face mask I like.” Her eyes were wide and bright as she bounced on her toes, smacking a kiss to his stubbly cheek before looking back down at the holographic packaging. He’d hoped he had gotten the right one when he’d seen a sale on them when on his way to the check out counter. It was worth the little bit of money to feel her lips for a moment. “Thank you, H. You’re the best, as usual.” 

“The hell am I?” Niall scoffed, wiping his hands dry after washing them. 

“You’re great too, but he got me the face masks I like and they usually sell out. So he’s a bit higher up in points today.” She placated him, brushing past him to put them in the bathroom. “Harry, plate up the pizza, pretty please!”

As soon as she had disappeared, Niall shot him a look. “When are you two gonna make it official?” He whispered. “The heat eyes bouncin’ off the both of you is sickening at this point. She’s turned you soft.” 

Harry settled with a glare, placing two slices on the paper plate and sliding it over to him. “Eventually. Her whole life is shifting. Can’t do shit right now without rattling her.” It was the first time he admitted or even hinted at having feelings for her besides point blank telling anyone who came around that she wasn’t available. Y/N didn’t know he did that though. 

“Thank fuck you don’t still have your head up your arse. I was worried you’d never admit you’re gone for her.” He faked wiping sweat off his head making the other man roll his eyes. “She’ll be happy, H. You don’t have to worry about her rejecting you. Just go on and do it. She talks about you like you hang the moon every night at this point even when you aren’t around.” 

A weakness he’d spotted, Harry stood a bit straighter before leaning in. “She does? What does she say?” Oh, he hated how desperate he sounded to hear the answer but the fluttering in his stomach made him insisting on finding out. 

“Oh, how thoughtful and kind and generous you are and how you’re the best person she knows, all of that. She stares at her phone and waits for texts from you when she comes out and you’re working, gets these huge smiles or giggles when you do. or tries to get everyone to move the party to your bar.” 

That last part, he’d hoped for. He liked the idea of her wanting to be physically close to him and suggesting everyone come and see him, but knowing she did the same thing he did when waiting for messages from him soothed a piece of him. He wasn’t alone in it. It was hard sometimes for him to decipher her behavior considering she was genuinely so friendly with everyone and he didn’t want to flatter himself and think it he was special… but apparently he was. 

He didn’t have a chance to answer when Y/N glided from the bathroom, finding her spot on the kitchen barstools. “What did I miss?” 

“Nothin’, Babe. Just chatting shit.” He murmured, sliding her a plate with her pizza of choice on it. “Figured we’d go to the grocery tomorrow, yeah? It’s a bit sparse in here with the food.” He had the next day off and intended on spending it with her. They’d made lots of progress today and had 80% of the place unpacked, but he knew she liked those restocking videos online. “Think they’ve got those organizers back in stock.” 

“Oh!” She gasped.”Yes, you genius. I’ll need your help though, strong man. I like the one trip wonder.” It was a tease considering she knew Harry hated making multiple trips up with bags. 

“Lucky for you, you’ve got a lift now and I’ve got that collapsible wagon.” Reaching out he gently flicked her nose for being a brat. “So we won’t have t’worry about that.” 

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Y/N was either very oblivious or a tease. Harry could never fully figure out which one. 

He sat on her bed, messing with her telly when she emerged from the shower in her little cotton shorts and one of his shirts. It was one he’d just been looking for last week, actually, an old Iron Maiden one with a few holes in the collar area. Unmistakably his. The faded gray complimented her skin, looking extra cozy on her as her powder blue plush bunny slippers flopped against the ground and she made her way to her skincare desk. 

“You little thief.” He grumbled from the bed, leaning against her headboard. “I was searching everywhere for that last week.” Though he had narrowed eyes she would know he was only teasing. 

“You left it with me, remember? I ended up packing it so I wouldn’t forget it but… It’s super comfy.” She smiled guiltily at him, spinning in her chair. “Is it okay if I wear it? It still smells like your cologne and it helps me sleep sometimes…”

Ah, a shot to the heart. 

Y/N didn’t know what it did to him to know he was an aid in good sleep. That it both made his heart stutter and his cock throb at the sight of her wrapped up in his clothing like she had all the rights to it. Like he was her boyfriend and she liked to wear it to remember him. Her scent had a similar effect on him, leaving it in his sheets when she stayed over,  “Totally okay, lovely.” He smiled gently. “M’just teasing you. Though it does wonders for my ego to know you like my cologne that much.” 

He knew he was making her a little flustered considering she didn’t look right at him, but he thrived off of that. Knowing he made an impact on her like that made him feel just a bit more confident that she felt similarly to him. There was no answer from her, but he wasn’t done with her quite yet. Standing up with a groan, he made his way over to her little makeup and skincare set up, placing his hands on the back of her chair. “What are you putting on your face?” He asked curiously, looking over her head to the products she had neatly organized.

“Well, first I wipe with one of these toning pads.” She opened the little tub, using a tiny pair of clear tongs to grab one. “You don’t want to be sticking your fingers in there and potentially making them all dirty so it came with this little thing. You give it a few passes over your t zone.” She showed him as she did it, Harry watching diligently in the mirror. 

“Mmm. Then what? You’re always doin’ all of this fancy stuff to your face. Figure that's why your skin is so pretty.” He let his fingers fiddle with a few strands of hair. 

“Thank you.” She said sheepishly, picking up a smaller tube. “Um, I use this undereye cream to help with puffiness and brightening. Its soothing. I apply it with the smallest finger though, because while I’m not afraid of wrinkles it’s the weakest fingers and the skin under your eyes is more delicate.” 

Huh. “Didn’t know what.” He was actually learning something from this. 

“Mhm. Why do you think I tell you to go gentle when you use the makeup remover?” A smile tilted up one side of her lips a bit further, eyes focused on the mirror in front of her. She pretended not to notice the slight shiver he gave her when he leaned down, letting his face get more level with hers- but he did. He noticed anything he could. “A-And then I use some vitamin C stuff for brightening, a serum and a cream. I use the little fan to make it dry faster so it isn’t sticky.” She pointed to the mini pink fan he’d always noticed. He’d just assumed it was for when she got hot. “Do you… Would you like me to use some of it on you when I’m done?” 

She sounded hesitant to ask which he understood. Not a lot of the guys in their friend circle would want that, but he wasn’t that insecure about himself that he’d say no to someone pampering him. Especially not when it meant Y/N getting close to him. “Sure, sweets. I’d love that. Reckon my skin needs it.” 

“What do you usually do with it?” She asked curiously, meeting his eye in the mirror. 

“Makeup remover, wash my face, that cream you left at my place if I remember.” 

“It’s not fair you have the skin you do.” She huffed, shaking her head. “Cruel, actually.” It kind of was. He got long lashes too, which she always complained about. “Go and wash your face first, heathen.”

Harry let out a small laugh before going off to do that. Returning with a fresh face, he stood in his prior position, watching her finish up the routine before holding the fan closer to her face to finish it off. It was an interesting process he hadn’t paid much mind to before, but then again, she didn’t bring every single thing to his place either. 

After putting her hair up in a claw clip, she stood up from the plushy chair and motioned for him to sit down. He did as asked, feeling her residual warmth as she lined up the products for them. “Okay, so we start with the toner pad.” She gently pushed him to lean back in the chair, her face coming closer to his as she delicately swiped it over his cheeks and nose. He was getting an up close look at her, noticing the scar near her eyebrow and a few spots on her face. It made him warm up a bit, being able to see her so close when she was awake. Usually this level of observation was reserved for when she was asleep. “Oi, keep your head up.” 

“Sorry.” He laughed, avoiding the impulse to move the chair back and forth. He liked to swing on it at times. 

“Wait- how about this.” Without giving it much thought, she gripped the chair and swung it over to turn his body to the side, helping herself to straddle his lap. “This seems a little easier, no?” Fingers gently tipped his chin up, eyes focused on her motions. 

Harry’s breath had disappeared. No longer available, he felt her sitting on top of his thighs, innocent as ever as she went through the motions. Tender with her movements and pressure, she was treating him like porcelain while giving him a little makeover. He should be focused on how nice the products felt on his skin, but his mind was elsewhere. 

She smelled amazing, as usual, but having it this close up was a little hard for him. Yes, she sat on his lap before- but not in his shirt, with her thighs on display and tiny little shorts. She didn’t straddle him before either, didn’t let his mind wander to places it shouldn’t. All his energy was focused on trying to ensure she didn’t feel the stiffy that was quickly growing in his pants. 

“I can’t believe how good you’re being for me, H.” She whispered. “No whining or anything.” Her smile was soft as she wiped the serum over his face. “You’re so pretty.”

Fuck. He swallowed thickly, trying desperately to not let his cock construe those words into the filthy praise kink he had, but it appeared to be a bit too late for that. She had no idea what she was doing to him and he didn’t want to be a perv, but god damn. If the girl continued, there would be no denying that he’d cream his damn pants. Being pet on, feeling her brush his hair off his forehead while she stroked his face and adjusted his position to where she wanted… He was only so strong. “Thanks.” He murmured, trying to keep his composure. 

“Of course.” She beamed, seeming pleased. “I’m surprised you’re letting me do this, but you’re full of surprises.” It seemed like she didn’t know the battle he was facing internally, which was his goal, but that was soon to be ruined. “Hold on a second.” Shifting slightly on his lap, she stood up momentarily before sliding further up. “Sorry, I was falling down a bit-” 

Harry hadn’t meant to, he really fucking didn’t. But she sat right on top of him, squirming a bit. Giving his dick a bit of friction, making his hands grip her hips and sit her down hard to stop the movement. He couldn’t open his eyes, couldn’t face her as he heard the hitch in her breath. “Fuck, I’m sorry. Sorry, I didn’t- I promise m’not being a creep or anything.” He winced. “Just been a while and uh-” 

“Hey, it’s okay.” Her voice rang out, fingers brushing through his hair. “H, look at me. I’m not mad.” Of course, her words were sweet and syrupy, going right to his dick yet again. Y/N had no fucking idea how much she effected him, how many times he’d thought about her in this positon and how guilty he felt that he’d turned a sweet moment into something like this. “C’mon. You don’t need to be embarrassed.” 

He took a moment before opening his eyes, looking at her face. Studying it, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable. Her hand cupped the side of his face, a slight pout on her pretty lips. Y/N didn’t seem upset about it, seeing as she sat still and could most definitely feel his cock under her. He could feel her cunt over him, hot through the fabric and he was doing everything in his power to be fucking normal. 

“There you are.” The tables had finally turned. Harry was the shy one in this moment and Y/N was the one seemingly not freaked out. “It’s a natural body function, H. I know you’re not some kind of perv. I sat on your lap, remember?” She soothed his nerves. “Besides, I’m flattered. Was beginning to think you thought I was some kind of troll or something.” The smile kicked up on her face, but his frown deepened.

“The fuck? Why would you think that?” Brows furrowed, he didn’t like that she thought he didn’t find her attractive. He called her pretty quite a bit. 

“Well, I’m not your type. You go for all those tattooed girls with the bad ass attitudes, which is cool cause I think they’re hot too but… I’m all soft and squishy, y’know? I like the soft things, kinda the opposite of you so I just thought I wasn’t someone you’d be attracted to. M’nothing like what you go for.” She didn’t seem offended by this, rather stating it matter of fact- but Harry couldn’t believe how wrong she was. He had to wonder how long she thought this. 

While he was secretly pining after her, she was thinking he was going off to get blowies by the girls that flirted with him which, sometimes he did. At the beginning of their friendship, he tried to stave off those feelings for her by getting someone else underneath him, fucking away the frustration but he learned fairly quickly that none of it did much when his mind was on someone else. It’d been months at this point. Sure, he liked a bit of flirting to boost his ego, but that was only when Y/N was preoccupied. 

“Well, you’re wrong.” He said sternly. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Dunno where the troll idea came in when m’always staring at you.” He scoffed. “No more of that bullshit. Wouldn’t be hard if I didn’t think you were stunning. Trust me.” In fact, she was the only thing that got him hard these days. Thinking of her mouth, her thighs, her tits, her ass, anything. Even her hands, for fucks sake. “Don’t ever doubt how beautiful you are t’me. Pisses me off.”

“Sorry.” She bleated, pouting back at him. “I didn’t mean to. It’s just.. You call me pretty but I never would have thought you meant it like that. I like that you let me cuddle you and stuff so obviously I know you aren’t repulsed by me but, I dunno.” She swallowed, looking down at his bare chest. “I’m sorry for getting you… if you’re uncomfortable.” 

God, he was mucking this up wasn’t he? He shook his head, letting his thumbs rub over her hips as he softened his face. “No, sweets. Don’t apologize. S’not a big deal, I’m not mad at you. Just don’t like the idea of you thinking poorly of yourself. You’re fucking stunning.” So stunning that his cock was still hard under her. “I’ll go take care of it when we’re done, but no more squirming. Okay?” Squeezing her, he tried to rectify the situation. “No more fussing.” 

“But…” Y/N’s lips twisted slightly, sliding her hands down to his shoulders. “That’s not fair.” 

Harry blinked a few times, looking her over hesitantly. “What d’you mean? I’m okay, pet.” 

“Well, It’s my fault that you’re like this.” She protested. “I can fix it, if you want. Haven’t given too many blowies before, but I can take instruction pretty well.”

Harry truly thought he was dreaming for a moment, his face hot as she gave him an innocent look. Like she meant it, though it slightly embarrassed her for not having a lot of experience. But feeling her shift on him clued him back into reality. This was real. “You- You don’t have to do anything for me, Y/N.” He was holding on by a string. “You didn’t mean to do it. It’s not your responsibility to get me off just because my cock’s got a mind of his own.”

Y/N huffed again, shaking her head. “I want to. Can I?” Her face shifted slightly. “You’re not making me do anything. It would make me feel better If i could take care of you.” Her eyes met his. “I mean it. Promise.” 

And god, if Harry was a stronger man he’d lift her off his lap and insist on taking care of it himself. He’d explain that it could make lines blurry and he liked her a bit more than a friend and they’d have that talk. But he wasn’t a stronger man, and she rolled her hips on him again with a hum, making his head fall back when she repeated the action. “Fuck.” He whispered under his breath. “As long as.. As long you’re sure. I don’t want you to regret it or anything.” 

“I won’t.” She peeped. “I like making you feel good, Harry.” Her face seemed brighter as she watched him nod.

“Go on then, sweetheart.” He sighed. “I’ll show you what I like.” 

Never in a million years had he expected her to be visibly excited, slipping off his lap and on to her knees in front of him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Eyes looked up at him with curiosity, hands running over his thighs as she waited for direction. He’d dreamt of this so many times, stroked off in the bathroom to this very mental image to get his load out quicker. His cock pulsed inside his sweats. This was really happening. “M’not wearing briefs under these.” He warned, pushing the waistband down as he slowly tugged himself out of the pants. His hand was slightly shaky ass he gave himself a squeeze at the base, a soft hiss leaving his teeth when her hand covered his own. 

“I’ve only done it a few times but…” Her eyes widened. “Yours is the prettiest I’ve seen.”

And fuck if that didn’t get him going. Harry took pride in his dick, as a lot of men did, but to get that compliment was better than anything else. His hair was normally trimmed shorter, but it had been a while. It was groomed a bit at the base, his happy trail leading up his stomach. “Thank you.” He mumbled, removing his hand and letting hers take over. Y/N was eager and that much was obvious, feeling her give him a few strokes as she shuffled closer in between his spread thighs. “I- I probably won’t last long. I wasn’t lying, it’s been a while.” And he’d imagined her in this position so many times that he was programmed to get off to it quickly. 

“That’s okay. You’re quite big so it’ll be better for my jaw.” She giggled. Fucking giggled while her thumb rubbed over the slit, making him shudder. He’d always imagined she’d be much more shy in this situation, but again he was proven wrong. “What do you like?” 

Honestly? He could cum just like this. Her stroking him slow, looking up at him with that pretty little face. Splatter her pretty face with pearly strings leaking from the slit of his cock, let it drip down her cheeks and chin. But she wouldn’t like that answer. “I’m okay with anything you give me, but I… I like to hear you.” He swallowed, a shaky exhale leaving his nose. “And uh, a bit wet. If that’s something you’d like.” 

Y/N looked like she was taking note, nodding at his words. “I want to know what you like, m’okay with anything.” She smiled. “I knew you had to be big cause.. Y’know you’ve got the energy. And I’ve felt it a few times when we cuddle, before you wake up. It’s just different to see it.” Y/N leaned her head on his thigh, continuing to jerk him off. “I’ll probably choke a little bit, cause you’re the biggest I’ve taken. It’s okay though, I’ll be fine. I’ll pinch your tummy or somthin’ if I need a second to breathe.” 

Who the fuck was she? Y/N had never, ever shown or hinted at being filthy in her life, but here she was. Talking about choking on his cock. He throbbed in her hand, making her eyebrows raise. “You liked that. Noted.” Leaning forward, she kept eye contact with him as she dragged her pink tongue from the base up to the tip, letting it sit there for a moment before she pulled away, giving him a few more strokes. “You can show me what you like too. Don’t be shy about it, H. I want you to feel good.” 

Harry nearly lost it as he watched those gorgeous lips purse, spitting right over the tip. It slipped down his length before her hand caught it, stroking and spreading it over his cock. Filthy, filthy things filled his tongue immediately, but he tried to pace himself. “Fuck me…” He whispered, gently gathering her hair in his hand. “I didn’t know you had this in you, gorgeous.” It nearly bowled him over. “Can you.. Take it in your mouth. Suck the tip for me. I want to see that.” 

Normally, he had no problem being a cocky, arrogant man. He was dominant most of the time with his hook ups- but Y/N wasn’t just a hook up to him. She was special. He didn’t want to do a single thing to potentially fuck this up. He wanted her to like this, to see how much he liked it too. She had no problems following instructions, the man watching as her lips stretched around the tip and dipped down a bit as she suckled on it. A soft hum left her mouth and vibrated over him as he curled the hair around his fist, making him groan. “Yeah, jus’ like that, angel. Fuck.” He kept his eyes on her as she bobbed shallowly, taking moments to rub her tongue over his leaking slit. “You’re so good, so sweet t’me. Can’t believe you’re doin’ this.” 

Y/N pulled off the tip, lips wet as she peered up at him. “I’ve thought about it before.” She whispered, lapping over the side of his length. “Wanted to see your cock. I knew it’d be pretty.” 

What the fuck? Harry’s brian felt fried, completely caught off guard by this information. Sure, he had thought maybe once or twice she was teasing him but it wasn’t often. Y/N was just so sugary sweet and kind, a slight air of innocence, and… Now she was telling him she’d thought about sucking him off before. “You have?” 

“Mhm.” She stroked him a bit firmer, the slick sound of her hand around his wet cock getting louder. “I heard.. Heard rumors and felt left out. You like me the best but you never asked me to do anything.” Rubbing the tip over her pouted lips, Harry was shocked yet again. 

“Cause y’mean more to me than any of the other people.” He swallowed. “Too fuckin’ sweet. I like you the best, you’re right but.. You’re my sweet girl. Didn’t want t’use you for anything like that. Would break my heart if I hurt you and you’d not want to see me again.” 

“What if I wanted you to use me?” She asked, peering up at him with those eyes. They drove him absolutely mad. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me unless I asked, H. You’re so good to me… I just want to be good for you too.” Taking the tip back into her mouth, she pushed herself down further and he felt his stomach clench. It took him off guard, feeling the hot mouth take him down and bob herself against him, a soft hum vibrating over him. 

“Oh- Fuck.” He let out a broken groan, leaning further back into the chair. “You are, baby, you fucking are. Hot little mouth… shit.” She whimpered around his cock at his words, sucking a little harder as her hand stroked the rest of him. She liked that. “What is it, hm? Like when I call you baby? When I tell you how perfect you are?” His words got a bit darker. He was slipping into another headspace and Y/N seemed to be coaxing it on. 

She did a half ass nod, not pulling off his length as she continued. Harry wouldn’t have guessed in a million years that she’d be a greedy girl like this, but he was incredibly thankful that she was. “You are. Such a good girl, so gorgeous with your mouth stretched around my cock. Didn’t know you were gagging for it, baby. Should’ve told me.” He chuckled darkly. “Wouldn’t have wasted my loads in the shower before comin’ t’bed with you. Could’ve pushed into your needy mouth and let you swallow it down.” 

Y/N moaned around his prick, eyes watering slightly as she looked at him. He’d never seen a better sight. “You’re so beautiful, angel. So pretty. Didn’t know such a filthy thing could have you lookin’ even more beautiful.” His throat felt thick as his cock throbbed in her mouth. “Fuck, you don’t even know how many times I’ve thought about it.”

Y/N pulled off, panting slightly as webs of saliva connected her mouth to his cock. “How much?” Her voice was a little hoarse, but he could hear that she was desperate to know. “You- You could have. I don’t want you to waste it anymore.” There was the tiny bit of shyness coming back in. “If umm, if you think  I’m good enough at this. I’ll do it.” 

“Fuck me, baby.” His thumb wiped over her spit soaked lips, breaking the threads of spit as he caressed her cheek. “All the fucking time. S’the only thing that gets me off.” Confessions he hadn’t thought he’d be saying so soon, let alone before he’d ever kissed her, spilled from him. “You’re doing amazing. More than good enough, too fucking good for me.” He couldn’t believe she was offering. “You sure you want t’be the one to take care of it?”

“Yes, I want it. I don’t want anyone else to do it.” She pleaded. “I’ll be the best for you. Just- you can tell me and I’ll suck you or, or anything you want.” Harry tested it, gently pushing her head back towards his prick- which she immediately took back in her mouth. The perfect, wet heat bringing him back to that filthy place in his head. 

How could she think he could ever say no? She’d been his weakness since she brought him over that damn cupcake. 

“Oh, sweet girl. Anything?” He cooed. “Dangerous thing to promise me. Don’t want anyone else to do it either.” His breathing was getting harder, trying not to thrust his hips up into her mouth and make her take it all. Sure, she’d probably do it, but he still felt the need to be delicate with her. “Take a little more for me, baby. Just like- there, there you go.” He praised, mouth falling open as she did exactly what he wanted. “Gonna make me cum.” 

This felt a million times better than rubbing one out in her bathroom. His legs were near vibrating, the wet sound of her mouth taking him down and the clicks of her hand stroking his spit soaked cock filling her bedroom. This was the last thing he’d expected was her on her knees for him tonight and part of him wasn’t convinced it wasn’t a wet dream, but he was thanking whatever higher power that was up there that his sweet girl had a dirty side to her. One he wanted to be the only one privileged enough to see. 

“In my mouth.” She gasped, pulling up for a moment. “Want to taste you. Please?” 

How could he ever tell her no? 

Pushing her back down on his cock, he let his hips rise up and shallowly thrust into her mouth as she moaned around him, drooling down her chin and letting him use her the way he needed to get off. The best part was knowing she was enjoying it so much. It was a miracle he’d lasted this long already, but he attributed that to shock. She was dirty, his sweet girl, choking slightly on his cock as the tip hit her throat, but she made no move to want to stop. 

His last straw, though, was feeling her hand over his balls, whining around him as he let out his deepest groan yet. It was sloppy and messy and so fucking good that he felt lightheaded, tummy hot and legs weak as he felt himself approach his end. “Fuck, jus’ like that, your fucking mouth is perfect… fuck, fuck, fuck, baby- M’gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna-” His voice failed as his head fell back, lifting his hips as his cum began to pour into her mouth. Ribbon after ribbon coating her throat, pulling back a bit to get it on her tongue while she worked him through it. 

He didn’t realize he had so much in him, but perhaps it was just Y/N that made him cum this much. This hard. His ears rung a bit, curses leaving his mouth as he watched her mouth open and hand stroke him to see the pearly mess on her tongue. At the last little bit,he used his grip on her hair to tug her up to his face. 

“C’mere, sweet girl. Share with me, don’t be greedy.” holding her face while the other had her hair, he pulled back into his lap and her mouth to his and groaned as she licked over his tongue, sharing the remnants of his load with him. It was something a bit nasty and deprived, he knew, but Y/N merely moaned back, her clean hand curling around the back of his neck. 

The kisses slowed from frantic and hot, to softer, slow and sweet. Pecking her lips over and over again, her whimpers melted into giggled as he untangled from her hair, sliding his hand under the shirt she had on to get some bare skin on his fingertips. “Sweetest thing, most beautiful girl.” He murmured between kisses. “Thank you. Best I’ve ever had.” 

“You’re jus’ saying that.” She whispered, though the smile was difficult to wipe off her face. Obviously she liked praise just as much as him. 

“Nope. Mean every word.” He confirmed, rubbing his nose over her cheek. “Thank you, baby. Felt so damn good, can’t feel my legs now.” Harry’d never felt like this after a blowie, both in his legs and the fondness he felt for the girl. If there had been any doubts about his feelings for her whatsoever, they were shattered. He was so far gone for her, it was pathetic. 

“Good.” She smiled, feeling the kiss to his cheek. “I need to finish your skincare, though. So tuck yourself back in, cause m’gonna do that and then brush my teeth again. Though.. I can tell you’ve got a good diet. Tasted nice.” 

Though Harry knew cum never really tasted good, he was chuffed that she hadn’t minded. Even more, that she hadn’t minded indulging in sharing with him. “M’not selfish, I need to help you too.” He reminded, though she merely shook her head. 

“I’ll take a raincheck. M’so tired now, and I want to enjoy it fully.” Pecking his cheek in return, she picked up the moisturizer. “Think you need a lip mask too. Thankfully, you’re in the right hands.” 

Harry was sometimes a selfish lover with hookups and he could admit that, but with Y/N he never wanted to be that way. He wanted to make her feel good, but he could wait. It only made him anticipate it more- there would be a next time. 

“Okay, sweets.” He chuckled. “Do whatever you’d like.”

[brbzonedout]

-Movie Night

Pairing: E!42 Miles x Spider-person!reader

Warnings: Protectiveness…if that triggers you.

Outside of Miles’s window the streets buzzed with noise, from cars honking their horns to people yelling for their kids to come inside.

It was late at night as usual and Miles was sitting at his desk listening to music as he sketched out ideas for a creative writing paper that he couldn’t visualize properly.

knock knock…

That was unexpected.

Miles turned toward his bedroom window to see you standing out there with a excited smile. The boy smirked subconsciously wondering what you were doing here this late, especially without texting him first.

He opened the window and helping you crawl through.

“Don’t worry your mom knows i’m here,” you said landing on the hard wood floor of his bedroom.

“ho-”

“I texted her..anyways look!” you lifted your phone to his face showing him the disney plus app.

Miles squinted his eyes shielding them from the phones aggressive brightness, “What am I looking at?” he stifled a laugh.

You turned the phone back to your view, eye brows furrowed, “Are we not looking at the same thing? Little mermaid is on disney plus now so we can watch it!”

“You ran all the way here just to watch The little mermaid?”

The boy closed the window behind you and took your jacket off your back to hang in his closet.

“With you…” you stated with a smile kicking off your shoes.

With a sound understanding he turned back around to face you, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I coulda gotten snacks and shit.” the question came with a concern glare.

“Number one…” You held up a book bag full of both your favorite snacks.

“And two you wouldn’t have let me walk over here myself,” you grumbled, sounding slightly annoyed, seated on his edge of his bed in your hello kitty pajama pants. “then I would’ve had to wait for you to get me…then walk here….then have you walk me back home, then wait for you to get back home and you like to take stops so-”

He rolled his eyes and joined you on the bed. “Well yeah ima walk wit you, you know where we live right?”

“You realize i’m the Spinner right?” said in a whisper, matter of factly.

Miles sighed not wanting to have this conversation for the 3rd time this month. “Yeah ok y/n…lemme see the bag….please.”

You snorted getting ready to chew the boy out for his lack of manners, “I was bout to say- here.” after digging into the bag you handed over a platter of caribbean food from the place down the block.

“Wha- this is food food…”

“I may have also stopped at Mrs. Kiyana’s shop…allegedly.”

Miles stifled a laugh and took the platter. As he opened it he noticed you got everything exactly the way he liked it, jerk chicken with Jamaican cabbage, and plantains.

He held back a smile, “Thank you..” said in a soft whisper like tone as he reached his hand into the platter.

“Of course,” you reached back in the bag pulling out two forks. “I know you not about to eat that with your hands-”

The boy stopped in his tracks and awkwardly took one of them out of your hand. “Right, my bad..”

I might make a part two to this one as well. BUT I KIND OF LIKE THE WAY THIS CAME OUT!! YAY! Anyways thank you for reading<3

©brbzonedout

[fhatbhabiee]

Cuz I Loved You

DBF!Joel Miller x Reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: light smut (nothing too crazy), touch of angst, heartbreak, Joel being a dick, plot twist ending, blue text is flashback from Joel's pov, pink text is flashback from readers pov

note: yes- this is based off the new Joel pic along w alittle help from @/corrodedcorpze on twitter who had the idea and yes i asked to write this before i did bc we don't steal ideas in this house

part 2

Music was playing, people were talking and enjoying themselves, and your dad was having the night of his life. He never really liked celebrating birthdays but your mom convinced him otherwise.

You were running late as usual, stopping and getting the few things that had already run out at the party. As soon as you pulled into the driveway of your parents house you saw his truck. You felt your heart drop to your asshole. It had been months since you last saw or even spoke to Joel. Why did he have to be here?

You walked through the house, leaving the supplies in the kitchen before walking to the backyard. You spotted your parents and walked over to them, completely ignoring everyone else.

If I don't see him I won't have to talk to him.

Joel's laughter quickly died down as he looked over Tommy's shoulder and saw you. His eyes quickly roamed your body- you had on your favorite red sweater- the same red sweater Joel had got you for your birthday and a pair of black leggings. You looked beautiful as ever.

“Joel.” you gasped, pulling the knitted fabric out of the bag.

“It's the one you pointed out in that window in town.”

“Oh honey thank you so much. It's beautiful.”

“Cmon try it on. Wanna see how it looks.”

“Okay.” you smiled, standing up from the couch and replacing your t-shirt with the sweater. It fit you perfectly. It was a bit baggy but by the look on your face, Joel knew you still loved it.

“Beautiful.” he smiled, gently pressing his lips against yours. “But I think it'll look better on my floor.” he smirked, hands sliding up your sides under the sweater.

“Well let's try it out.”

“Joel.” Tommy called out, pulling Joel's head out of the clouds.

“Sorry what were we talking about?”

You got up from the table your parents were sitting at and glanced over, making eye contact with Joel. His heart sank as he saw your smile disappear because of him.

He looked good- so good that it hurt. He grew his hair along with his beard- covering the patches of skin you kissed all the time. You could tell he aged some but really he looked like the same man you fell in love with.

“What's all this?” Joel asked, eyes glancing over the dining room table.

“Well you told me you were working late so I'd thought you'd enjoy a hot meal.” you said as you poured a glass of whiskey and handed it to him. “Plus since we can't do date night this weekend I thought tonight was good.”

“I coulda put Tommy in charge.”

You let out a laugh. “Joel Miller don't make me laugh. You know good and well leaving Tommy in charge is the reason why you have more gray hairs then brown.”

He chuckled and kissed you softly. He pulled away and looked into your eyes for a moment, smile still spread across his lips.

“I love you.” he whispered. You were surprised. You were always the one to say the L word first in relationships but Joel beat you to the punch.

“I love you too.”

“Sweetie?” your mom called out, making you look over at her. “Oh sweetie…” she whispered, reaching up and wiping the tear that rolled down your cheek with the pad of her thumb.

When did you start crying?

“Come on. Let's go inside for a minute.” she grabbed your hand and walked you into the house.

“Mom it's fine. Just my allergies acting up.”

She laughed. “I wasn't born yesterday.” she handed you a glass of water. “Seeing him must be hard huh?”

You felt the heat go to the tip of your ears. “H-How did-”

“A mother knows. And after you two broke it off you stopped coming around and Joel was nothing but a mess. Sarah was calling your dad left and right because she couldn't get ahold of him.”

You couldn't lie to yourself, hearing Joel was a mess was oddly comforting. The sounds of his footsteps approaching the kitchen made your mom go quiet. She looked up at Joel and then back over at you.

“Do you want me to stay?” your mom whispered.

“No it's fine…”

“Okay… I'll be outside if you need anything.” she said to you, giving her a quick nod before she walked out of the house, leaving you and Joel alone for the first time in months.

“How have you been?” he muttered, finally breaking the silence after about 5 minutes.

“Fine. You?”

“Fine.” he replied.

“Good.”

“That's all you're gonna say?” he scoffed.

“Well you had a mouth full to say the last time I saw you.” you crossed your arms over your chest, digging your nails into the palms of your hands and repeating yourself not to cry in front of him.

He opened his mouth, about to say something, when the sliding back door opened and people walked in.

“Can we go somewhere private?” you gave him a small nod and led the way upstairs to your old bedroom, closing the door behind both of you.

“Look I'm sorry…”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “If 'I'm sorry’ is all you have to say I think I'll be on my way now.”

“Would you let me finish a sentence?”

“No Joel I will not! You don't deserve my time, you don't deserve to even be standing in front of me, speaking to me.” you yelled.

“I don't deserve it?” he yelled back. “You're fucking joking right?”

“Does it look like I'm laughing? You broke up with me, Joel Miller. You were the one that said it was too much. You were the one that wanted out. Not me.”

“Because you wanted all this life I couldn't give you! Do you not understand that I'm more than twice your age? I don't want to start over!”

You faced away from him, quickly wiping your eyes with your fingers.

“Don't cry…” he said in a soft tone.

“I am crying Joel. I'm crying cause I loved you and I hate you for that.” He walked over, gently placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I'm sorry.”

“Fuck you and your sorry.” you walked towards the door but he grabbed your wrist, spinning you around to face him.

“Fuck you Joel! Let me go.” you placed your hands flat on his chest and tried pushing him back but he wouldn't budge. “Fuck you.” you tried pushing him off again but no movement. You stopped for a moment, staring into his eyes- those dark brown eyes that you loved so much. He leaned down, just one move away from pressing his lips onto yours.

“Fuck me.” you whispered. He didn't hesitate. He pressed his lips onto yours, his hands sliding down your curves and around to the small of your back, pulling your body closer to his. You reached up and tangled your fingers in his curls at the nape of his neck.

God you missed this but you knew this was a bad idea. There were nights where all you dreamed about was this. But no matter how much of a bad idea it was- you didn't wanna stop.

You both stripped down to nothing and he picked you up by the backs of your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. It took him no time to bottom out inside of you, both of you groaning at the feeling.

“Fuck I forgot how much you felt like heaven baby.” he groaned, bouncing you up and down on his cock while thrusting up into you.

“God I missed you so much Joel.” you moaned, digging your nails into his shoulders.

“I missed you so much more baby girl.”

It was like you had stepped into a time machine and went back. The sweet praises he whispered, the way his massive hands roamed your body as his thrusts became sloppy. The way you moaned his name on repeat, the way you always had to be touching or kissing him while he put you in this euphoric state.

It had been so long for both of you, you both came before either one of you wanted it to be over. You stayed in his arms for a moment, trying to catch your breath and gather your thoughts over what just happened.

“I umm… Gotta get going.” you said as you dropped your legs from his waist and got redressed.

“Yeah me too. Got a meeting in the morning.”

Before you walked out of the room he grabbed your hand again.

“Are you free this weekend?” he asked. You let out a small sigh and shook your head.

“Joel I'll never stop loving you but it took me everything in my power to get over you. I'm sorry but it's best that we don't speak again unless we have to.”

“Baby-”

“I'm sorry.” with that you walked out of the room, leaning Joel alone.

— • —

Weeks had gone by since you last seen Joel and you've never felt better. That is until you got a stomach bug. Your head had been in the toilet for the last few days and the smell of food just made you even more nauseous.

You were laying on the cool tile floor of your bathroom, not having the energy to get up and go to your bedroom, when your eyes caught a glimpse of the unopened tampon box sticking out from under the sink.

3 minutes. 3 very long agonizing minutes. Once the timer on your phone went off you looked on the bathroom counter to see what your future would hold.

“Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me.”

beta'd: @clawdee @nerdieforpedro @iron-strangers @dancingtotuyo thank you all ily <3

divider: @saradika-graphics

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YES PLS POST ALL OF THEM 😭😭😭😭 I luv ur writing miss u and ur writing

another one ;)

Druski had been trying to get you to do a skit with him forever, partially because you were the It girl that everyone was obsessed with and maybe partially because Jack Harlow had an insane crush on you that he had yet to make any move on and to be honest Druski was sick and tired of hearing him moan and groan about how “Y/N doesn’t even follow me man, I followed her and nothing… Why the fuck does she even follow you?” 

He was just about done with Jack, so he wanted to do something about it.

“No Druski, I’m not doing a skit…” You shook your head as you answered his phone call.

“Nah, nah, nah! It’s chill, not a skit well maybe kinda… It’s more like a cooking show but different.”

You couldn’t lie, you were interested. 

So that’s how you ended up at Druski’s house in Atlanta getting ready to cook a whole meal with his two friends Urban and Jack. 

You had walked in a little late, saying sorry as you rushed through the door. 

“Man, I told y’all she was gonna come!” Druski loudly yelled as a camera came up to you, “Look it’s Y/N and it’s not no clickbait… Say hi girl, make sure they know you ain’t no AI.”

You laughed while waving at the camera, “Hiiiiii.”

“Anyways now that we got everyone here, let me introduce y’all to the Chefs that are gonna be feeding me and the homies.” Druski moved the camera back to him, “We’re gonna really test these motherf*ckers and see how they can work together.” 

You looked over at the other people, Urban and Jack. You knew Urban, you had met him once at a party that someone had thrown and Jack well you knew of him… but you didn’t occasionally listen to his music.

“It’s nice to see you again,” You hugged Urban first, “And nice to meet you I’m Y/N.” You smiled at Jack shaking his hand which made him give you a confused look but nonetheless he shook your hand. 

“Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Jack.” He responded, “I just want to let you know that I’m not the best cook.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “It’s all good I can pull us through this as long as yall just follow my lead.” 

Druski immediately cut in, “I don’t know about all that because here are the rules. Basically one of yall can’t hear nothing, the next one can't see, and the last one can’t do either. So you all have to rely on each other to not f*ck it up. Especially my kitchen.”

Your eyes widen, “What the hell Druski you didn’t mention any of this?” There was no way you were about to trust two guys you didn’t even know with open fire and knives around you like that.

Jack however did not care, he was hoping to impress you and earn your trust. God, he hardly knew you and yet here he was actively trying to get into a situation where his hand could potentially be cut or burnt off just for you.

Urban was just down with it all, he had seen the trend on Tiktok a couple days earlier and thought it looked fun. 

“I swear we’re not gonna let anything happen to you.” Jack smiled at you, which made you feel a little better.

“I don’t know I’m actually kinda clumsy with my hands so don’t put too much pressure on me.” Urban put his hands up in defense making you laugh.

You sighed, giving the three of them a look before shrugging. “Fuck it.”

“Alright, alright!” Druski nodded, “And before we start Coulda Been Records is not at fault for anyone's clumsy ass and we made all three of em’ sign an NDA.”

Druski had the three of you pick a paper out of hat with what position you were gonna be. 

You were going to be completely deaf with the headphones on blast, Jack couldn’t see anything with his blindfold, and Urban was going to be completely useless because he was both. 

“We’re making pasta!” You just knew you were screaming and it made you laugh, “I’m gonna carry us!”

“Damn shawty is yelling.” Jack laughed, but you couldn’t even hear him. “She fine though so she gets a pass, matter of fact it’s turning me on.”

“What did you say?”  You yelled at Jack.

Jack shrugged, putting up his hands. “Just lead the way!” 

[lovebvni]

what motivates me to shift?

thank u @morganshifts for the lovely idea!

so… there are a lot of things that motivate my to keep going in my shifting journey. this is a post i have made before (i’m pretty sure it was an ask) but i kinda wanna update it now, because there r more things!!

i hope this inspires u guys to keep going :)

having a regular job!

i was never allowed to have a regular job in high school :( it’s something i have really wanted to experience. i grew up very privileged, which made me upset in ways. am i grateful i have money, and i don’t struggle much, but i want to be ‘normal’ in a way. i’ve always wanted to be a barista too! i think it will be really fun!

2. friends :,)

let me preface by saying this — I DO HAVE FRIENDS AND THEY ARE ABSOLUTELY LOVELY <3 but i have never had constant friends.

growing up privileged, for me at least, meant always moving schools (primarily because of the divorce) and i have been in and out of private and public schools. i’ve never had constant friends. i want to! but i cannot here, or i haven’t.

literally my main dr is shifting back to high school to live with friends and shit bc i want to experience that

3. not being pushed into a box

wow i’m realizing how sad this sounds, but yeah! i won’t have to be forced to be someone i’m not, and i get to move at my own pace!

4. SLEEPOVERS!!

holy fucknuts, i have never had a sleepover with my friends at their houses (only once at my house in elementary school…) my parents will let me sleep over my friends houses :) like for days at a time! i just have to update them, obviously.

5. doing normal things!

going grocery shopping, to the mall, learning to cook! i’m so excited to do this bro u don’t even understand!!

6. being the center of attention (💀💀)

i’m an attention whore (TO AN EXTENT!) so my main dr, where i’m in high school, i am also a celebrity (music artist and actor) and i have celebrity friends!!! they r people i’ve looked up to for a long time, so it excites me a lot

7. HAVING EXOTIC ANIMALS!!!

dude i have 2 dogs, 2 cats, 3 TARANTULAS!, a boa constrictor and 2 white tigers (they r in a zoo but we technically own them!)

dude u don’t understand how much i love animals and how ive always wanted soooo many! my parents wouldn’t let me, as my first pets were going to be chinchillas before covid, so i have two little dogs here! in my dr i have 1 little/medium dog (a pomski) and 2 big dogs (one is a german shepard btw, bc they r so pretty ; the other is a husky — as i have wanted one since i was like… 5)

8. last one i’m doing; BEING QUOTABLE

i say the most insane things, but finally i’ll be able to get my sayings out there! i know im not always the first one to say it, but at least it will b funny for the most part!

i mean imagine a tiktok to your voice saying “shoulda, woulda, coulda? but fuckin’ didn’t!” LIKE? HOW FUN WOULD THAT BE

or people making cool ass transition videos to ur songs!! AUGH being so inspirational!! being able to keep ppl on their feet AUGHHH OK

that’s it! i may update this or do a part 2, but for now that’s all ill say, bc they r very simple and things like everyone will do 😭😭

but that’s it! love u all! trying to post more, so send in asks!

[mcl4r3n]

Enchante

Tags: dando, pre-slash, yes this is based on the fact that we saw Danny and Lando sitting together while Lando wore Echante merch!!!!

---- 💛💙🩵----

"It looks good on you," Daniel says, leaning in closer when Lando pulls the yellow shirt over his shoulders and buttons it up.

Lando can't see himself just yet. They're sitting on the ledge with the waves crashing behind them and the music blaring around them, but he'll take Daniel's word for it.

"You really didn't have to, mate," Lando replies, feeling the material over his arm. It's breezy, comfortable. He's gonna ask Danny later who his supplier is because this shirt is top-notch. "I could have just ordered it myself."

Daniel laughs, knocks his shoulder into Lando's. "Can't. It's sold out already."

Lando rolls his eyes, unsurprised. "Of course, hot shot fashion man."

"You know how it is, baby," Daniel says. He spreads his arms out and winks at Lando like the obnoxious shit that he is, but Lando basks in that anyway. It's been so long since he and Daniel have had a chance to just relax and catch up, especially while Lando isn't mired in misery.

Daniel's the one to bring it up, of course, congratulating him on P9 from yesterday.

Lando shrugs one shoulder. "Eh. It's better than nothing."

Daniel leans in again, and his lips almost brush Lando's ear when he says, "You and I both know that you worked a miracle out there yesterday."

Lando tries not to fixate on the hint of touch on the shell of his ear. He'll combust otherwise.

"Mate, when the rain came, I thought I was done for. Someone interviewed me yesterday and asked if I could describe it and—"

"No one else gets it," Daniel finishes for him. "Monaco's hell on a good day. Rain in the mix? That coulda gone sideways every other second."

Lando nods, takes a sip from his virgin piña colada. That's what Lando's always appreciated about making friends on the grid, and about finally becoming good mates with Daniel. No one else gets it unless they've been in a car themselves.

It's taken a while for Lando to finally relax around Daniel. There was a period there where he used to quietly blame himself for Daniel's misery, and tried to avoid him because he thought that giving Daniel space was what he needed to do.

But evidently that didn't fly with Daniel, especially not on this weekend when there were good results for Red Bull and McLaren all around, and they were on familiar ground. They were in Monaco. They were home.

Lando couldn't avoid Daniel forever, and when Daniel invited him to meet him and Scotty at the beach club, it was impossible to turn him down.

And now he's here, sitting next to Daniel, pressed up against his thigh, pretty much, wearing Daniel's shirt that he took off after Lando complimented him on it.

"You look really happy, DR," Lando hazards to say. He tries his best to keep his eyes on Daniel, tiny, foolish crush on him be damned, and Daniel smiles so radiantly that Lando kind of wishes he hadn't said anything.

"I am," Daniel replies. "Didn't know how much my fucking back needed a break until I took one, y'know?" He laughs again, tips back his fruity cocktail and smacks his lips.

"But you'll be back, right?"

Lando hates the way his voice sounds small when he asks the question. He's seen all the interviews. He knows the chatter that goes on in the paddock whenever Daniel says something that alludes to coming back next year, but he needs to hear it for himself. He needs the reassurance that one of his favorite people on earth is gonna be on the grid again.

"I miss it, mate," Daniel says, and then smacks Lando's knee with his hand. "I miss you! So, yeah, I'm workin' on it."

"Next year?"

The hope in his voice is evident, but Daniel's PR training seems to be kicking into high gear right now. It's a little disappointing, but it's also expected.

"How red do you think Zak's face would be if that news dropped right now, eh?" Daniel laughs again, but then he sobers up, schools his expression into something more serious. "Nothing's set in stone but. . . I do wanna be back. Hopefully next year." Daniel flexes a bicep that shows when his shirt sleeve rides up, tattoos bulging out in the movement. "Ain't done just yet."

Lando takes it. He'll take anything. "Good, so I can race your ass again."

It's an easy trap he laid for himself, not having to say out loud what they both already know, that there is something inherently wrong with the concept of the McLaren, but Daniel, bless him, does not settle for cruelty.

Instead he says, "Yeah, you gotta make it worth being back on the grid for me," and clinks his drink against the last of Lando's.

They lapse into quiet, comfortable silence again, broken only when Scotty turns his phone camera to them and yells for them to pose for a photo.

Daniel's arm goes around Lando's shoulders, and drapes over his chest to hold him close. Lando's hand instinctually goes for his hairy forearm, like he's bracing him there, holding on, refusing to let go.

That is, after all, what Lando intends to do with Daniel. Hold on. Refuse to let go.

[manwalksintobar]

if we’ve gotta live underground and everybody’s got cancer/ will poetry be enuf?  // Eisa Davis to Ntozake Shange

         dear ntozake,

I got sacks of mercury under the skin beneath my eyes either cried too much or i’m abt to the cool war’s burnin up my retina again does poetry start where life ends? i know i’m supposed to be cool: i wear corrective lenses that feature high definition tragedy. baby in the dumpster       ethnic cleansing assassinations       multinational mergers i’m supposed to shake my head write a poem believe in ripples. but i ain’t cool. i emit inhuman noises i imagine terrorist acts as i flick my imaginary ash onto the imaginary tray i imagine going insane with a purpose and writing it down feels sorta unnecessary does poetry end where life begins? berkeley girl       black girl        red diaper baby born of the blood of the struggle but with reaganomics and prince pickin up steam in ‘81 nothing came between me and my calvins 10 yrs old       unpressed hair       playin beethoven readin madeleine l’engle       got scared in my pants when i heard this girl testifying ‘TOUSSAINT’ in the black repertory group youth ensemble i was just sittin in a rockin chair pretendin to be 82 and talkin like I knew all bout langston’s ‘rivers’

i wasn’t as good as her and i definitely wadn’t cool so i gave up drama and decided to bake soufflés zake you wda beat me up in the playground if we’da grown up together and you did eighth grade       ‘he dropped em’ at the regional oratorical competition i saw another fly honey rip it this time it’s ‘a nite with beau willie brown’ i was bleedin on the ground i became yours no more soufflés i jacked for colored girls right off my mama’s shelf my mama fania who was sweatin with you and raymond sawyer and ed mock and halifu osumare dancin on the grass       back in the day in you i found a groove never knew i had one like that did that monologue over and over alone in my room my bunk bed the proscenium arch 13 yrs old       screamin and cryin abt my kids gettin dropped out a window didn't know a damn thing about rivers but i knew abt my heart fallin        five stories you were never abbreviated or lower case to me you just pimped that irony that global badass mackadocious funkology you not only had hígado you had ben-wa balls in yr pussy

betsey brown on my godmother's couch nappy edges in mendocino at the mouth of big river spell #7 after the earthquake in silverlake the love space demands had to be in brooklyn yr poems are invitations to live in yr body love letters yr admirers dream they coulda written themselves no one cd find a category that was yr size blackety black but never blacker than thou you teased me into sassiness when i had none to speak of made profane into sacred but never formed a church sanctified women's lives whether we were reading nietzsche or a box of kotex we were magical and regular you many-tongued st louis woman of barnard and barcelona you left us the residue of yr lust left us to wander life as freely as sassafrass cypress and indigo and even the unedumacated could get yr virtuosity cuz you always fried it up in grease you built an aqueduct from lorraine hansberry's groundwater and it bubbled straight to george c wolfe you never read what the critics said and you scrunched up the flesh between yr eyebrows like everybody else in my family

but zake is poetry enuf?

i beg the question cuz you grew me up you    and adrienne kennedy     and anna deavere smith and all my mothers you blew out the candles on my 26th so when there's mercury under the skin beneath my eyes and the world ain't so cool do you write a poem or a will?

like leroi jones said     if bessie smith had killed some white people she wouldn't have needed that music so do we all write like amiri baraka does or do we all get our nat turner on?

i beg the question cuz i wanna get my life right do some real work and i really don't want to kill any white folk i mean     can we talk abt this maybe it's just my red diaper that's itchin but i still got that will to uplift the race sans bootstraps or talented tenths or paper bag tests this time we uplift the human race and i know the rainbow might be but is poetry enuf?

it's a naive question but i'm old enuf to ask them once in a while if we do finally unload the canon clean it out stock up on some more colorful balls ain't we only gettin the ones that are available at a store near you? doesn't the market end up setting the new standards anyway? is poetry enuf if it ain't sellin? if ain't nobody readin it? can poetry keep a man     who can't read from droppin his kids out a window?

and how can i call a ceasefire to this cool war in stanzas of eights when we've declared poetry a no fly zone? we have learned to protect it and its potential politics like a mother shoot down anyone who might overdetermine a poem's meaning (while we poets divebomb everyone else's politics with impunity like we're the United States or something)

if poetry is just poetry we save it from the conservatives but doesn't that mean it's of no use to the progressives?

is poetry enuf? cuz that's all i'm doin. makin up stories    on stage     on the page keepin the beat and that's all my friends are doin and that's what a lot of folks my age are doin

but if we've gone and burnt up everything in the sky if there's nothin else to eat but landfill stroganoff if we've gotta live underground and everybody's got cancer will poetry be enuf?

my aunt angela says i can do my thang and keep swinging left hooks to oppression if i stay up stay into it stay involved just one form of praxis will do. it's just my guilt that thinks i need twenty-two what's enuf?

shouldn't i (or somebody) be our secular bodhisattva become a real power player but skip the talk show can't we stabilize, rekindle collectives and cooperatives and collaborations therapeutic communities that double as creative juggernauts a publishing house     a theatre where the plays cost less than the movies get the neighborhood coven back together take dance breaks in the cubicles sing until the flourescent lights burst into snow i ask you because you changed me zake you changed thousands of women and i know poetry can't be enuf if you drunk

i ain't tryin ta walk off wid alla yr stuff and i got nuttin but love for ya so that's why i gotta know i'm sittin on my bed encircled by every book you've ever published they're open like fans marking pages with the flint of genius all i want is for this circle to grow so tell me:

is this where poetry and life are twins? i felt so crumpled up when i started writing you poetry seemed so useless and dingy next to all the bright red bad news but now that the poem is over i feel wide open like an infant of the spring just tell me how to feed this light to my responsibilities and poetry just might be enuf           love           eisa

[voidsteffy]

Thoughts about 4x01 (AHHHHH)

AH WE'RE BACKKKKK

THAT JUMPSCARE!!! oo you got me, just like s1 got me! (i feel very happy saying that)

Why does Nancy keep confessing her love for Ace out loud to Ryan and Carson? I mean.... Ryan can't keep a secret can he? (or did fanon get to my head??)

love that Nancy is a mysterical (is that a word, did i make that up, look away) success but a adulting failure, we love to be represented

nick being the photogenic eligible bachelor as he should be (I volunteer to be tribute) love that the only eligible bachelors can be Nancy's father or Nancy's ex-bf, we love being surrounded by pretty people

NOT ACE RANTING ABOUT THE BROKEN BAROMETER CZ HE KNOWS WHATS UP (almost, give my man some credit)

nancy is such a team player it's amazing

we're getting so much bess and ryan interaction... does that mean we can't get george-bess interactions anymore? NOOO

ryan honey when a suspecting relic dealer couple give you back your Porsche that they've been holding hostage, you don't drive it out without a full checkup. i mean nick coulda taken a look at it

THE MUSIC GIVES ME THE FEELZ OF S1 (official season 1 till 2x05) WHICH I LOVE

Ace i think the universe is conspiring against you every time you get a step closer you either get arrested or killed (too soon??)

they had such a good storyline with lawyer-apprentice! Bess, why did they ever switch to George? I want more of Georgeeee

the corpses are kickass jumpscarers i must admit as I laugh my ass out of horrified-land

can't believe nancy just left the broken bottle and his name out there (under a paper thingy but that doesn't count bess is nosy as hell) and now he's gonna find it isn't he

it all comes back to that damn clearing, isn't that where nancy had her wraith vision in the drew-a-fish episode?

WHY ARE THEY GOING SO CLOSE TO THE BODIES EWWW

jumpscarejumpscarejumpscarejumpscare— YUP you didn't get me that time hahaaa

GOO I REPORT GOO COLLECT THAT SHIT IT TENDS TO WANDER OR OPEN PORTALS cmon did we learn nothing from Legacies GUYS!

yep he saw it yeah boo she's lying

AHHHHHHHHHHHH HE FIGURED IT OUTTTT

wait is she allowed to tell him um then why did i read all those fanfictions with charades and 2k words on just them playing jacob and bella with werewolf confession all over again? (bcz ur a sucker thats why they were such wonderful fics too)

I TOLD YOU TO PICK THE GOO! PICK THE GOO! PICK THE GOO! ew it's heading towards the water supply! NO it's gonna be sand piper all over again STOP GO BACK DON'T BE SUCH A MALIVORE

um.... so i couldn't live-blog it this time cz timezones are a shitshow but i'm here with my entire notes laid bare i have so many theories and- and- and- AHHHHHHH

[imsparky2002]

The Ghoul Squad - Meeting Marinette

2 years ago

(For most kids, the first day of your new school was nerve-wracking. Not for Marinette. She was positively dying to meet new people, to make some new friends, and to put a little scare into her new school. As she got ready for her first day, she cooed at her three spiders, Emma, Louis and Hugo. They were her wonderful children.)

Marinette: Momma will be back soon, my loves, don’t fret! Wish me luck, hopefully this year will go well!

(She hears them chittering sadly.)

Marinette: Oh, I suppose I can keep you hidden in my bag. But you better behave yourselves! 

(She puts them in her bag and heads downstairs for breakfast. Her parents have prepared for her some charred toast and straight lemon juice.)

Xia Bing: I do hope you had bad dreams, darling.

Marinette: Absolutely horrible ones.

Tom: Are you excited for your first day of school? You’re practically trembling! I know you’ve been waiting to see Kim and Nino again!

Marinette: Now I don't just get to send chills down their spines during hangouts, I can do it every day at DuPont!

Xia Bing: Sounds lovely, darling! We do hope you have a fine time!

(As she walked to school, she decided to pull a little prank on her friends. She snuck up behind them, poked them on the neck, and disappeared as they turned around. Then she put two hands on their shoulders.)

Kim: AIEEEEE! (Seeing that it’s her) Jeez, Mari! Give me a heart attack, why don’t you?

(Mari giggles) 

Marinette: Aw, only a heart attack?

Nino: Don't encourage her, Kim. (As classmates walk past them, Marinette gets mixed reactions. Some compliment her on her fashion, with two goth kids (Anthony and Eri) giving her thumbs up, others give her looks of disgust. Marinette looks unbothered.)

Kim: (To some kids giving her bad looks) Yo! You mess with my old pal Marinette, you're gonna regret it!

Nino: You know, dudette, I think you're gonna like this place. After all, I hear there's rumors of monsters watching over this place.

(Kim gulps. He HATES hearing about those rumors. He's scared of it.)

Kim: Dude! You KNOW that stuff freaks me out! Can we not talk about them?

(Marinette gets a wide grin. She's always into freaky things.)

Marinette: Oh, come on, Kim! Being scared is the best part! Tell me more, Nino! (Kim rolls his eyes, before gaining a wide grin as he spots his girlfriend!)

Kim: Whelp, you go on and tell her. I'm gonna hang out with someone who doesn't give me nightmares. (He runs off like a happy puppy to Ondine)

Nino: Well, let's just say this place has some spooks watching it. They're not evil though, since they coulda just taken it over already. We've never seen them, so technically it's "just a rumor" but dude, I'm telling ya it's true!

Marinette: (Smiles) How…fascinating! I do hope the stories are true. Imagine…real life monsters!

Mari: Go on.

Nino: Well, there's more than one. First off, I've seen scarabs crawling around the floors, piles of dust, and even had this really cute voice whispering in my ear when no-one else is around.

Nino: Then, Nathaniel says he's seen a purple bat hanging from the ceiling, with red glowing eyes. Then he found a room full of red mist, and swore he saw a pale girl with fangs complimenting him on his art.

(Mari smiles. Mummies and vampires? How marveously macarbe)

Marinette: (Grins) Classic signs of the presence of a vampire! What else?

Nino: Whelp, the next one has a name. It's a Phantom. Well, the new ghost. See, the Phantom of the Theatre's a DuPont legend, a ghost who protects the school, helps out the actors, and makes sure we're taking care of the auditorium. Seems that the old Phantom moved on or something, and his daughter's taken his place. Ivan's heard her voice, calling him a "Angel of Music" but she hasn't shown her face yet. She likes singing to kids in the mirror, or shooting fireballs at those who wish to harm the school. You'll tell she's near if you hear a pipe organ. I know how much you dig that stuff.

Marinette: How delightful! A protective spirit, this place just keeps sounding better! Are there any more?

Nino: A few more. Kim's been hearing the howls of a wolf a lot. He also sees yellow eyes staring at him in the dark.

(Marinette smiles. So she’s not the only one who enjoys spooking her old friend!)

Nino: Max hears mad laughter and finds tons of little gadgets around the school. He also sees these weird green patchy limbs crawling around, and sparks of electricity. Sabrina sees it sometimes, too, That is... whenever Chloe isn't breathing down her neck.

Marinette: (Glowers) Chloe Bourgeois? That brat who thinks she owns the world, just because of all her daddy’s money and influence?

Nino: Yep. But luckily, there's a monster that likes to deal with her. Based on what people say she looks like, it's a ghost, similar to those things from The Ring? She writes threatening messages to Chloe in the walls, crawls around, whispers in her ear, it's awesome.

Marinette: How wonderful! Sounds like my kind of specter!

Nino: Then there's Nath's boyfriend Marc. He and his class saw some witchy stuff. Anytime they're being bullied or the teacher does something stupid, they get hexed. They also smell potion ingredients and see three ladies flying away on broomsticks. There's a ton of cackling as well.

(This is Marinette's favorite. She's always wanted to be a witch!)

Marinette: Witches?! How marvelous! I’ve always wanted to learn the dark arts!

(Nino gives a "damn girl" smile)

Nino: Uh s-sure? Anyway, I get a feeling they're gonna like you. Hell, you'll probably scare them instead!

(She grins. As her and Nino walk to their first class, the Ghoul Squad have been eagerly watching their conversation from their hiding places with the help of their mothers' magic. Kagami is with them, since her mother allowed her to hang out.)

Alix: Dude, I love this chick! Way better than my human! I didn't think anyone hanging out with that meathead could be cool!

Rose Frankenteen: Can we talk to her? I want her to be our friend, she seems so nice!

Jubella: Of course, dear. Nathaniel is nice to vatch over and hang out vith, but he does not have zhe spooky spark zhat zhis one has!

Mylentasma: How should we make our approach! I feel like she’d like it if we spooked her!

Alynis: Call me crazy, but I'm not even sure if we could. She's clearly an expert.

Kagami: *Blushing* I believe we should wait until the time is right. I... I want it to be perfect, just for her.

(The other girls “Aww” in happiness.)

Winlix: If you love her, then you should do what My and Alya do! Be a coward and speak to them from the shadows!

(She giggles as Alynis and Mylentasma give her death glares)

Mylentasma: Very funny, Alix! I just want to make sure my Angel of music is ready before I present myself!

Alynis: And I need Nino to see the full power of the Pharaoh! (Jubella and Rose Frankenteen just recently started dating.)

Rose Frankenteen: I'm so happy me and Jules were able to share our feelings with each other.

(It was adorable. Both of them knew that the other definitely liked them, but they were both just so scared of saying it.)

Jubella: I’m just glad you felt the same vay! I adore you, my spark of life!

(Rose giggles as Jules gives her a loving bite on the neck, since she has no blood supply)

Jubella: Bleh bleh bleh! I vant to drain your vains!

Rose Frankensteen: Nooo! Save me from the cute vampire!

Winlix: Gross! Yuck!

Jubella: Call it payback for being a smartass, pup!

(Marinette's first day at school had been going splendidly in her eyes. She had discovered that those two alternative kids were named Eri and Anthony. They were a lot better than those needlessly edgy, gatekeepers at her old place. She may have loved gothic culture and fashion, but you didn't need to be a misery guts all the time.)

(She had also pulled off some great scares, some unintentional. It turned out that like Kim, more than a few kids were terrified of spiders, with some even fainting. Oh well, more fun for her.)

(It seemed as though Nino and Kim's buddies liked her well enough, saying she seemed nice even if she scared the hell out of them, which was what Marinette was going for. She felt it was nice having new friends, but made sure to keep them on their toes. Sabrina took a big liking to her as well, and she admitted it was nice to have a girl in the class who respected her.)

Chloe: Figures that a dummy like Le Chien and a loser like Lahiffe would hang around with a freak!

Marinette: I’m sorry, and you are?

(She knows who she is, she’s just being a little gremlin, trying to make Chloe mad)

Chloe: *Squawking* Chloe Bourgeois! Social influencer, daughter of the Mayor, and more popular and pretty than you'll ever be!

Marinette: Ah, yes. Do forgive me, your *majesty*!

(She bows in a mocking fashion)

Chloe: You should know better than to test me, Dupain-Cheng. I'm the alpha of this school, the queen bee! If you think you can steal Sabrina from me, you've got another thing coming!

Marinette: I haven’t stolen anyone. I’m merely showing Sabrina that she has the chance to make real friends who care about her.

Chloe: I gave you a warning, Dupain-Chang. Looks I'll just have to break you down.

(Chloe goes to grab the sketchbook, as she hears terrifying laughter. Six voices to be exact.)

(Ominous organ music plays as thunders cracks. Mylentasma appears before Chloe, with a face cloaked in terrifying shadows as her cape fluttered behind her.)

Mylentasma: I wouldn’t do that if I were you!

(Marinette gets the biggest grin on her face, as Mylentasma winks at her.)

(Chloe feels a bat whoosh behind her, turning into Jubella, who hisses at her, looming over the bully, with her cloak raised behind her head.)

Jubella: You have no power over zhese students, foolish girl.

(A roar is heard as Chloe turns to see Rose Frankenteen stomping towards her, arms out)

Rose Frankenteen: Graaaar! Mean girl back off, or ROSIE SMASH!

(Scarabs crawl around Chloe, as the creepy rotting mummy shambles to her, tilting her head.)

Alynis: Leave Marinette alone, mortal, or face a harrowing curse!

(The Ghoul Squad is so happy to finally find a human worthy of joining them!)

(Chloe jumps two feet in the air as Winlix lands behind her, snarling viciously)

Winlix: Stand down, or we’ll claw you to shreds!

(Mylentasma gives her a quick "too far, Alix" stare. Chloe feels her heart leave her chest as Kagami crawls behind her. She gives her a terrifying grin, showing her face.)

Kagami: Watch out, Chloe. You never know where we might be. We ghouls see eeeverrything.

(As she says that last part, she twists her head around)

Kagami: So play nice.

(Chloe shrieks and runs out of the room)

(Marinette blushes like crazy at the last girl. What a beautifully bonechilling ghost. The girls all rush in to hug her.)

Mylentasma: Are you okay? We’re sorry we couldn’t get here sooner! We wouldn’t want our new friend getting hurt!

Marinette: Okay? I'm positively trembling with joy! As you probably heard before, I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng. My parents run the funeral home next to this school.

Alynis: Ooh, the Blissful Rest? We've heard of that place!

Marinette: Yes! I’ll be inheriting it when I get older.

Jubella: Vonderful, my dear.

Rose Frankenteen: We'll make sure to visit your parents. They're clearly right up our alley!

Marinette: They’d be delighted to meet you! They share the love for the morbid and frightening as myself!

(The monsters grin and begin introducing themselves.)

Jubella: I am Juleka. Mistress of zhe night. Do not vorry, for I only consume animal blood. It's simply fangtastic to be in your prescence.

Winlix: (panting happily) Sup, I’m Alix! Awesome to meet someone who likes creepy stuff as much of us! (Howls)

Rose Frankenteen: Name's Rose! And as you can tell, I'm no hulking brute. In fact, I'm an inventor of gadgets and gizmo's aplenty. Meeting you has brought a spark into our lives. (She cackles madly as Jubella kisses her.)

Mylentasma: (Bows dramatically) I am Mylene, the Phantom of the Theatre! Delighted to make your acquaintance!

(Marinette coos in delight as Alynis introduces herself)

Alynis: (raises her arms) And I am Alya, the mighty pharaoh! Bringer of doom and ruler of the sands!

Alynis: Lol, just kidding. I do rule the sands, but I'm no ruler. I do have a pretty cool blog though. (Finally, Kagami walks up to her new crush, being as romantic as possible. Marinette feels her heart beat like a drum.)

Marinette: H-hello. And you are? (Her cheeks are fire-engine red)

Kagami: Kagami. And may I say, you're the prettiest, most morbidly mesmerizing girl I've ever seen. I want to haunt you... *whispering in her ear* forever.... Marinette: Kagami... can you hug me? I want you to never let me go. (She does so, whispering spookily sweet nothings into her ear.)

Kagami: I understand this may be a bit forward….but would you like to go out sometime?

Marinette: Yes, my lovely ghost. Wanna head over to the cemetery with me after school? I'd just love to introduce you to my parents. (Kagami knows her mother will be mad at her, but screw her.)

Kagami: That sounds wonderful. (She snuggles Marinette happily)

Alynis: We heard that you love witchcraft! Our mothers are witches you know. Rose Frankenteen: But not our biological moms. None of us are related, so don't worry about me and Jules!

(Marinette giggles and jumps up and down.)

Marinette: Do you think they’d be willing to teach me?!

Kagami: Of course they would! In fact, we'll go there to induct you as the newest member of the Ghoul Squad. (Marinette gasps)

Marinette: But, I'm human! And I don't know any magic yet.

Mylentasma: That’s no matter! You’ve already got the *fright* stuff to be one of us!

Marinette: Well, if you say so, then it has to be true!

Mylentasma: And to show that I mean it.

(She dramatically takes off her mask, revealing her burned side of her face.)

Mylentasma: BEHOLD! Gaze upon my true visage!

Marinette: You look as beautifully bonechilling as ever.

(The Phantom smiles and hugs her.)

Mylentasma: I knew you would be so kind. To be truthful, I have no shame in this face, for I was born with it. It’s just… I feel that the mask gives me such a delightfully spooky and mysterious appearance.

Alynis: Same here. We’re born with bandages. We can take them off to show off our skin, but honestly it’s not as fun creeping people out when you’re just a naked corpse.

Winlix: Speaking of creepy, let’s head back home!

(It's a good thing that Chloe cornered Marinette in the bathroom, so no one can see them.)

(The go through an underground passageway connected to the school. They decide to take the slow way there, with Mylentasma happily rowing her gondola through the eerie river, as she and her sisters act as a tour guide, pointing out creepy things as they pass the river.)

Alynis: And over there is the hanging tree! We hung up the ornaments and skeletons ourselves!

Rose Frankenteen: Whenever Alix didn't try chewing on the bones!

Winlix: And over there is where I like to bury all my favorite toys!

Jubella: Ah, here's zhe space vhere Mylentasma and I go to brood.

(Mylentasma nods dramatically)

Mylentasma: One needs a proper space to contemplate the heaviness of life…

Jubella: It is only right for us horrifying creatures of zhe night to fill such a room with sorrow.

Alynis: They get really pissy if you interrupt them being emo.

(The vampire and phantom pout in annoyance.)

(Marinette texts her parents and sends a video, Since she knows vampires don't appear in photos.

Marinette: Mom, Dad, I've got frightfully good news for you. I've already made friends, best friends in fact. In fact, I even met my one true love! Here they are. *They all wave, and she points the camera to Kagami, who's snuggling her.* They can't wait to meet you after school!

Marinette: Oh, and don't worry about the sun, Juleka. We prefer the macarbe and peaceful atmosphere of darkness.

Tom: That’s wonderful, dear! We can’t wait to meet them.

Xia Bing: We’re so glad you had a frightfully good first day!)

(As she waves goodbye, Kagami squeezes her tight. Marinette responds by lightly tickling her nose. The boat stops and Mylentasma smiles sweetly.)

Mylentasma: We've arrived, my sisters!

(Marinette looks up and sees a creepy underground castle, and happily follows her spooky soulmate and her bonechilling besties. There's rooms for each girl, and then some. They first visit Jubella's gothic room, complete with books, a eerie purple coffin, and bats flying around. Jubella takes the time to happily and spookily coo at the bats.)

Jubella: Ah, such vonderful creatures of zhe night. Come, meet our newest member, my babies!

(They happily chirp and swirl around Marinette, who loves bats as well.)

Marinette: Hello, my little lovelies! How darling you all are!

(She gets an idea, and pulls out her wonderful spiders she brought to school, and shows them to the girls, who gasp in delight. They love spiders!)

Marinette: Meet Emma, Hugo, and Louis. Such beautiful beings, are they not? How they creep and crawl, waiting to give you a scare! I wish I could be a fearsome spider, catching up little things in my web.

Winlix: (Holding one of the spiders) Hey little dude! (To Marinette) That would be epic!

Jubella: Vell, ve vould certainly have room for zhem. Ve shall build you a room soon, so zhat you can stay here for sleepovers!

Marinette: It would make my heart scream!

(They then travel to the Phantom's lair. There's a pipe organ, ominous fog, ghostly outfits for disguises, sheet music, gnarly trees, and tons of mirrors. Mylentasma gestures dramatically as she speaks of her spooky yet comforting abode.)

Mylentasma: Ah, my oasis of music! Is it not wonderful! Here is my sanctuary where I sing to my hearts content!

Kagami: Me and Mylene go to each other's rooms sometimes to revel in being spirits. We chase each other around, it's really fun. And I like to listen to her play.

Mylentasma: Ah yes, my beloved organ. I've crafted such heartwarming and horrifying melodies, all to help my fellow thespians of DuPont, and for the simple joy of pleasing myself and my sisters! And sometimes... Ivan, my Angel of Music. We sing such beautiful ballads to each other, I am the voice he hears in his mind.

Marinette: I’m sure you two will make such a lovely pair!

Mylentasma: Soon, I know. It's not that I fear him rejecting me, he has told me that I'm the only one he feels love for. I simply want to wait a little while, find the right moment. I plan on composing an opera for my angel, and students are welcome to join in, though it is not a demand.

(Marinette smiles as she looks at the different ghostly outfits and masks on display.)

Mylentasma: So you’ve noticed. Yes, despite being a spirit, we are able to create and wear different clothes. I like to change it up every now and again. We all do. This outfit is my favorite. My mother wore similar attire, and she had such good taste! But enough about me. Let us continue, my sisters!

(Next up is Rose Frankenteen's lab. There's bubbling vials, gadgets, creepy tools, and tons of other mad sciency stuff. The mad doctor cackles as she dances around the room.)

Rose Frankenteen: Isn’t it just a scream?! I made it all myself! I’m always tampering and tinkering.

Jubella: She vorks vith such ferocity, it brings lovely chills to my spine. Marinette: Ah, and I assume you show off these gadgets to Sabrina and Max? They mention hearing your laughter and you letting them touch your inventions.

(Rose grins at hearing about her human she likes to interact with.)

Rose Frankenteen: Yes, she’s such a lovely girl! So intelligent and curious! She deserves so much better than that dreadful Chloe! And then there's Max, he's so intelligent, especially for a human! I'm planning on collaborating with him in the future. Of course, I still give those two quite the fright at times!

Winlix: Speakin' of frights, my room's up next!

(There was meat, chew toys, workout stuff, a buncha history stuff because of her late parents. It also has a bunch of trees and have rocks to make it like a wolf den. Probably also have moon and star decals on the ceiling)

(Winlix barks with joy and runs around the room.)

Marinette: This place is beautiful! Befitting of a werewolf, might I add.

(Winlix grins, showing off her sharp teeth.)

Winlix: What can I say, It’s my den!

Kagami: If there's one thing she loves doing in this room, it's prepping for a pounce. She's even able to get me and Mylene if she catches us off guard.

Rose Frankenteen: It's a sign of honor if she pounces on you at home. (Winlix grins, realizing she hasn't pounced on Marinette yet.)

Winlix: (Pounces on Marinette, hugging her new friend and she growls happily)

(Marinette giggles as Winlix licks her face)

Winlix: No way you’re getting outta this cuddle, Mar' (The other ghouls join her in the cuddle session.)

Jubella: It is no use, my dear. You are surrounded.

(They giggle and let go, as they head to Alynis's room.)

(Alynis's room is styled after an Egpyptian throne room. There are scarabs everywhere, hieroglyphics, a space for her to blog with a computer and wifi, a sarcophogus, various snacks and posters, and dust. She smiles, putting her hands up dramatically.)

Alynis: Behold, my marvelous tomb. The perfect space for a ruler of the sandy expanse such as myself!

(She smiles as the scarabs begin interacting with the spiders, with the different bugs chatting to each other.)

Alynis: We need to have our babies get together for a playdate. Jules can bring hers as well!

Jubella: Vhat a delightfully fangtastic idea!

Alynis: And this is my sarcophogus. Make sure not to disturb my slumber, or suffer my wrath! Mwahaha!

Marinette: I wouldn’t dream of it, my dear. I wouldn’t wish to incur the curse of the mighty pharaoh!

(Alynis giggles)

Alynis: Of course, here's where I conjure up my sand storms.

(She starts doing exaggerated gestures)

Winlix: Watch out, sis! You don't wanna break a hip.

(Alynis gives her an annoyed look and sticks her tongue out)

Alynis: And of course, here is my blog! I call it "The Wrap". There's entries on me and my sisters, news stories, and sharing the history of monsterkind! Alix helps out with it.

Marinette: I’ll be sure to check it out! It seems quite interesting *Smiling* I've always had a love for the world wide web. And I just can't wait to see your room, 'Gami!

(She blushes and takes her hand.)

(The guest room has plenty of TVs for the ghost to enter, along with headstones, bonsai trees and tons of curtains. There is a deathly chill in the air.

(Kagami floats around her room, so happy that Marinette likes her ghostly safe haven.)

Kagami: I’m so glad you like it! I hope we spend time here together!

Marinette: Come to me in my dreams, love. Then we can spend all the time we want. (As they head to the witches room, the girls explain why the house is so big.)

Rose Frankenteen: This place was designed as a haven for our families. They all got together and made sure we were born in a place where we could be safe from hunters.

Marinette: Hunters?

Mylentasma: While we've been lucky to find some humans willing to protect us, others look at monsters with such hatred, that they were able to kill our parents, and in some cases, our siblings.

Kagami: My mother was able to escape her trap, but was blinded in the process. (Marinette looks with such anguish at this news.)

Marinette: How horrible! I know that saying sorry doesn't fix anything but-

Jubella: It vas painful, yes. Zat is vhy ve protect the school and each other! In zeir honor, and to repay our dear mothers!

Alynis: Who you'll meet soon enough. After all, they'll be present for your induction into our group, as a sister.

(Marinette enters the Witches's room. There's bubbling cauldrons, potions, what else would there be?)

Probably classroom type stuff, as they’re also teachers who educate their ‘daughters’.

(Yep, and decorative skulls as well.) Marinette: I assume this is where you get your education?

Mylentasma: Yes, our mothers have taught us much in the ways of the magical and scholarly!

Alynis: And of course... how to spook the pants off of people.

(The girls all giggle and begin recapping stuff they were taught by the Witches of Wisdom.)

Alynis: For instance, they teach me how to use dark magic not just to save people, but to give 'em nightmares as well.

Winlix: They give me a lot of great pouncing tips!

Mylentasma: I've learned so many ghostly tricks from them. Appearing in mirrors, shooting fireballs, how to make shadows appear in front of my face.

Jubella: Zey have taught me much about utilizing my vampire powers to zhe very highest benefit!

Kagami: I learned how to access and control my psychic abilties because of them. Now I can show off the true power of a spirit.

Rose Frankenteen: They taught me how to hone my terrifying monster angle! GRAAAAH!

Winlix: Yeah, we all made up these characters, and Rose switches between a big hulking brute, and her usual mad scientist self.

Rose Frankenteen: Rosie good actress! GRAAAGGHH!

(They hear three sets of delightfully spooky cackles coming from the shadows.)

Giselle: A human with as frightful a mind as you all. And dare I say, a new sister to join our group?

Olga: Let's see if she has what it takes, my pretties.

Marinette: All my life I've wanted to learn the ways of witchcraft, please reveal yourselves to me!

(The three emerge from the shadows, cackling with delight and shrouded in ominous light. They grin at her sense of fashion, her love for spiders, and all the things that they've overheard. They tip their pointy hats to her, using magic to make their cloaks flap inside.)

Caline: Delighted to meet you my dear! And might I say what adorable little arachnids you have there!

Marinette: Thank you, miss. I've always had such a passion for these creatures.

(Giselle nods and kisses her wife before speaking to Marinette.)

Giselle: And your sense of style is so morbidly beautiful my dear!

(Marinette takes a bow.)

Marinette: Thank my parents. I suppose I share their love for the eerie and macarbe.

Olga: And you say have the wish to learn witchcraft?

(Marinette nods eagerly)

Marinette: More than anything!

Caline: Well, we’d be happy to teach you! You certainly have the spirit for it!

Marinette: You would?! (The girls pat her on the back.)

Mylentasma: We told you they’d love you!

Marinette: *Bowing to them* I eagerly accept to follow your teachings, masters.

Olga: Then it is time for your induction to begin. Gather round, Marinette, my girls, for you are about to have a new sister!

(The ghouls cheer with joy, hugging Marinette)

(They all move back and surround her, and the incantation begins. Eerie green fog surrounds the room, and the witches eyes begin to glow.)

Witches of Wisdom: Engulf in shadow, cloak in dark Let the blaze of magic take your heart You are one of us, we are family now With our final chant, you seal your vow!

(The eerie glow around the room gets brighter as Marinette feels herself becoming more attuned with the darkness, she truly has become a spookster like her new siblings.)

Ghoul Squad: Greetings, sister.

Marinette: I can feel the magic coursing through every part of me. I’ve never felt so alive!

Jubella: Now you are one vith us, always in our hearts and minds!

Mylentasma: Our spellbinding songs shall be heard throughout the city!

Alynis: We'll wrap you up, nice and cold, sister.

Winlix: You're gonna be the best witch there ever was!

(Marinette tears up.)

Marinette: Thank you, sisters. I never want this feeling to end. (She looks up at her other mamas and new masters.)

Marinette: I promise I won't let you down, mothers.

Caline: We know, darling. We have every confidence you will fully embrace your magic!

Giselle: We'll start your training tomorrow, dear.

Olga: But don't expect to be safe from our frights, isn't that right, girls? Don't go soft on her.

Mylentasma: We wouldn’t dream of it!

Alynis: We’ll still spook her out of her skin!

Marinette: I would want nothing more, and beware of spooks yourselves, my sisters. You never know when a spider will strike. (Giggles)

(The others all cackle along with her, they were going to have a wonderfully terrifiying time!)

And that’s how our Ghoul Squad met! Me and Weeby had a blast writing this, and the fun’s just beginning. We’ll see more Ghoul Squad content soon. In fact, you’ll get a chance to meet Adrien Agreste, a.k.a. Cat Astrophe. Make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask about the content. @artzychic27 @msweebyness 

[mandareeboo]

Have you seen the season finale of Moon Girl?

Watching it now! Bullet point liveblog activated!

These bitches really heard "get Moon Girl" and decided it was just whoever had the name, not the one who self-destructed the thinga-ma-jig

Oh SHIELD shows up NOW, where were you when the Beyonder almost wasted humanity

I do NOT know enough about marvel for this shit, every new name that pops up I'm frantically googling

Do love how Ms. Hill does her best to be welcoming to the obvious thirteen year old and her giant dino, like she coulda been standoffish but she making bee puns and such

MIMI WAS FUCKING WHOMST

Listen I know the original Moon Girl was black but I did NOT click those dots, I just assumed it was another marvel character I didn't know about

Okay but the Enclave working for the military?? When SHIELD didn't know??? That's some corruption bullshit right there

SIX PEOPLE FUCKING DIED?????????? On-screen?????????????? I don't care if Mimi was like 'they could be anywhere' NO we saw a fucking monster take them. They went into something's belly.

Imagine how terrified Mimi musta been when she realized that her portal was down there and it brought a giant dino to her home

Lunella really BUSTED OPEN A TRUCK DOOR like damn girl you stronk from all that evildoer busting

The Beyonder is so fucking funny to me like he just shows up to give us the deets because he LOVES the gossip

CASEY HAD MS. HILL'S NUMBER FOR LIKE A DAY AND THE GIRL FUCKING GOT BLOCKED

"Zoom in on the islands" -gently shoves head closer-

Casey just made a fucking invisible suit I love this girl so fucking much

I was fully unaware that there's just. Uninhabited islands in New York. That's creepy af.

Morlak is such a great parallel to Aftershock with the "I know where they live" threat. Obviously he's WAY more dangerous but still

Casey looked up self-defense after that attempt at being Moon Girl I LOVE IT

MIMI'S BEEN CLEANING UP LUNELLA'S LAIR THAT'S SO PURE

THE CODING WITH THE MUSIC AND THE COMPOSER THAT'S JUST -CHEF'S KISS-

LUNELLA WENT INTO THE PORTAL HOLY FUCK

Listen. I know we'll get her back. Probably in the s2 opener. But still JESUS

Thank god she got her invisi-suit she'll need it to hide from monsters

Devil looking for his mama like THANKS I DIDN'T NEED MY HEART TODAY

[quirkle2]

nobody asked but im typing out all the gripes i have w totk . they're mostly nick-picky tho i loved this game. complaints first, praises after

single biggest gripe i have with totk is that the main selling point of the game, the sky, does not feel nearly as expansive as it should. i feel like there coulda been waayyy more islands up there, and Bigger ones, like the one u start out on. i want bigger pieces of land to explore, not these tiny little rocks. it feels i've seen everything there is to see the moment i land. as far as i remember, there's no biomes in the sky islands either, except for the great sky one. there's no differences, and many of the islands are copy-pasted. still fun to explore and still beautiful, but i was expecting... more

while i love the depths with all my heart and being down there is an Experience, i do think it could've been improved with a little bit of variety. it looks the same wherever u go, with the exception of the eldin region and a few other lavafalls sprinkled about. i think some different biomes woulda been so cool

no post-game. i don't even necessarily want a fully fleshed out post-game, i literally just want the game and the world to acknowledge i beat ganon instead of dumping me back in time moments before the fight i just started. this is a common thing, i know, but i Hate the practice

u can't pet th efuckign dogs

what the hell happened to ganon's face in that one scene . i thought we were past weirdly impossible expressions like that one midna grin. why did it happen again in the year 2023.

why did ganon's intro scene before the final fight pan to his feet so much

kinda predictable story, in the sense that zelda turned into the light dragon. saw it comin a mile away, but this is just me being bitchy the story itself is still very fulfilling and good. just predictable, which isn't necessarily a bad thing

okay that was 7 complaints 2 of which were memes now sit back as i ramble abt the good stuff. already made a thread abt the little stuff i liked now it's the bigish stuff

the music in some of the areas is genuine fucking art. some of my favorites are the wind temple theme and it's approach track, the construct factory theme, dragonhead island, the bits of the calamity ganon theme in this game's final boss track, frozen rito village,,, so many pieces of genuine skill and talent

the wind temple is absolutely one of the best experiences i've had in a video game, not because of the puzzle design, but the temple design. the moment where you look up into the clouds with tulin and you see a giant airship silhouette highlighted by lightning,, the approach track that plays when ur getting higher into the air had chills running down my spine. what a cool fucking concept for a temple

there's already a post somewhere on tumblr abt this, but i love that the citizens of hyrule don't follow the typical "every man for himself" apocalyptic mindset. they help each other, constantly. they seek out people to help in their spare time. they shelter each other and volunteer to do hard work for the sake of everybody else. i just think that's rly endearing n nice. a good message

the entire fuse and ultrahand mechanics are SUPER fun. so endlessly creative. and i love that a lot of the time, the game doesn't hold ur hand. it doesn't even Grab ur hand, it pushes u off the ledge to teach you how to fly. it Makes u get creative with ur solutions. it makes u feel stupid a Lot, but sometimes it makes u feel like an absolute genius (anybody else have trouble with that one rail shrine? anybody else just launch themselves across the pit and rail grind to skip the thing entirely?)

tulin.

the vibes of the thunderhead isles were Incredible. i went up there before the clouds cleared, and i gotta say, even if the game Wants u to go up there later in the story, exploring those islands while the storm is still active is an entirely different experience, and i recommend it. if ur reading this before you've finished this part, just don't go to the actual dragonhead island . leave that for when it prompts u, trust me.

ganon's dragon design ? fucking killer

a lot of the new armor pieces are really beautiful. the miner's set looks so fuckin stupid but the headpiece is cool. all the torso pieces for the elemental dragon sets r Gorgeous

loved that the first half of the final boss took place in the depths, and the second half took place in the sky. nintendo has always been good at linking game elements with stories and this is no exception imo

LOVED when ganon's health bar stretched super far to the right. that was so silly and intimidating

in the final fight, the way ganon would only be affected by flurry rushes at first and not any random attacks, but then random attacks were the only way to hit him later. i know it was scripted, but it genuinely made it feel like he was learning to fight link better

the theme of cycles and the circular nature of time throughout this game is wonderful, and how it's mirrored in the first/last settings of the game is genius. how the game starts in a cave, and then part of the ending is in that same cave. how link dived alone into that pond below the great sky island at the start, and then at the very end he dived For Zelda in that very same pond

[silvertsundere]

Silver Talks AniManga (23/06/24)

no BA finale this week cause there won't be (good) subs for at least a day or 2 so may as well just put it on next week's post gonna be a p chill week since most shows are over now but the week after we start the summer season so that'll be nice

Anime

The Idolmaster Shiny Colours Ep12 (Finale)

I love imas, like a lot, so this was very disappointing for me. The Million Live anime being CG was already bad enough but when we learned this was gonna be too it was even worse cause it showed bamco is going all in on shitty cg anime instead of traditional animation. ML wasn't terrible, to be fair, so it gave me some hope for this but it was way worse than ML. It's also very unfortunate that it aired on the same season as Girls Band Cry which singlehandedly made me respect CG anime so it looks extra extra bad in comparison

Other than the fact that it was CG how was the rest of it? It was alright, even in this it was weaker than other seasons. It had the usual structure of having an episode dedicated to each of the units so you get to know them and the such and big group episodes. That was my favourite part of the anime, seeing the different units interact with each other which doesn't happen much in the game. There weren't like any emotional payoff scenes like we usually get tho Also is it just me or did L'Antica get a lot less screentime than the rest? They got their own episode like the others but after that it felt like they got relegated to just showing up every now and then so the other girls could be like "wow they're so cool", which they are but cmon now. The music was good ofc, it's imas after all. Last 2 episodes were pretty disappointing tho. Despite how good the songs are, having your finale be mostly playing 2 full 4+ minute songs, and the penultimate episode being playing each unit's song (short ver) with reused coreography just isn't great. It did a good enough job simulating the concert feeling but it also made it feel like the anime ended episodes ago and this was just an extra treat

Anyway that's enough yapping from me. TL;DR is that I'm very disappointed and it coulda been a lot better if bamco wasn't cheaping out so hard but what can you do Before S1 even aired they had already announced S2, and last week (? recently) they announced it'll come fall this year so that's nice. It'll be the same quality so not getting my hopes up but looking forward to seeing the girls from noctchill and straylight in action too

Jellyfish Can't Swim in the Night Ep12 (Finale)

I talked about it in the post for ep 1 but it's funny how I almost didn't watch the show despite being hype for it when it was announced. It turned out very good tho, thank you dogakobo The synopsis for it not being very clear and it being on hidive lead to not that many people watching but it's well worth. It's a story about a group of creative girls (in different areas) coming together and making music while helping each other with their insecurities and hang ups

My only complaints with the show are the yuri baiting they did like 3 times, I'm used to it by now but cmon, and how two charas didn't get the comeuppance for their actions but that's just how life is sometimes. Other than that it was all good, the story and message overall were nice, all the main 4 got to have their own little arcs and growth, the music was great, as you'd hope from a show about music and the visuals had that dogakobo polish I've come to expect from them. Oh also, I think this was the first time takahashi rie and itou miku did a show together and it was great, I already love them individually but they had really good chemistry in this

Manga

Ultimate Exorcist Kiyoshi Ch1

well that was something huh Before release, with the promotional material they put out, they never mentioned once that this was gonna be a comedy series so imagine my surprise when I saw that it was. They really made it look like it was gonna be another edgy exorcist series especially with a mc that looks like that but nope. It's basically OPM but he's an exorcist instead Also, it's super weird for them to start 2 exorcist comedy series back to back like this right? I mean they're different types, youkais and demons, but it's still very weird I think Anyway, I don't think this series will live long tho. While the art is good, having yet another exorcist and yet another comedy series isn't gonna cut it. Plus the other one is a shorter page count so it's easier to have around. Hopefully they get another shot cause, again, the art is pretty good

Akane-banashi Ch115

we still don't know the results but that was an INCREDIBLE performance, like I even got goosebumps. akane usually does this but I really liked how they connected the story that was being told with the storyteller's own story, it felt even more effective than usual in this case. I'm sure he'll pass the test, there's no way he won't (right...?) but we'll see for sure next week

[jujumin-translates]

Event | the Rad Red | Epilogue: Longing Red

Tenma: …

Taichi: Ten-chan, c’mere~…

Taichi: Saved a spot for you over on the edge here…

Tenma: Sorry about that. Hey, what’s with your voice?

Taichi: I gave it my all singing at yesterday’s finale and kinda wrecked my voice~...

Tenma: Yeah, that’s inevitable if you do that…

Tenma: Here, try this, it's good on the throat. I carry it all the time.

Taichi: Huh~, honey? I’ll give it a try.

Taichi: …

Taichi: Hm? Huh?

Taichi: This really is good!

Tenma: Still doesn’t mean you should be pushing yourself too hard.

Taichi: Thanks for the pro tip, Ten-chan!

Tenma: The live music at the end of the Autumn Troupe play was really good. It really raised the quality of the show overall.

Tenma: It’s amazing that you were able to perfect the band to that level, and I think that you were only able to get the best out of it because you were the lead, Taichi.

Taichi: Ehehe, thanks!

Tenma: I went with the rest of Summer Troupe to see it and Yuki praised it too. Kazunari and Kumon were making a huge fuss while being all emotional over the whole thing.

Tenma: Muku said some of the band stuff reminded him of a guy from a shoujo manga and Misumi was completely fixated on the guitar picks being triangles.

Taichi: Ahaha! I’m glad you all liked it!

Tenma: It was different to see you with black hair instead of red hair, Taichi. But I don’t think it had anything to do with the difference in flashiness.

Tenma: It had more to do with seeing how amazing your presence was when you were leading the band with your passion for music.

Taichi: Ten-chan…

Taichi: (I’m glad that Ten-chan, of all people, recognized that.)

Taichi: (I used to just dye it from black to red to compete with Ten-chan when he was starring in all those drama shoots…)

Taichi: (I don’t need to do that anymore. Now it’s purely just my identity.)

Taichi: Have you ever wanted to change your hair color from what it is now, Ten-chan?

Tenma: My hair color?

Tenma: I’ve never really thought about it because I’m happy with the way it is now…

Tenma: But I’d change it to whatever color I’d need it to be for a role. That’s just an actor’s nature, y’know?

Taichi: …Yeah!

Taichi: (That’s right… I’ll keep dyeing my hair to be the “Taichi Nanao” I wanna be.)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Azami: Wrapping up the play run at this place again, huh.

Omi: We came here for the 8th performance too, didn’t we?

Director: We’ve been coming here so often…

Banri: We’re like regulars, aren’t we?

Juza: Coulda gone to Zen-san’s restaurant…

Taichi: We get to eat a whole Manchu-Han Imperial Feast when we come here, so why wouldn’t we!

Rento: Well, s’not like we get Chinese food often so, I’m all for it.

Manager: That’s right~. Plus, we can eat here without worrying about the price and Furuichi-san’s gaze~.

Azami: Knew it was just because of the budget.

Sakyo: Just shut up and eat.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Taichi: Are you gonna drink, Juza-san? I heard that the fruit wine here is really good~.

Juza: Nah, I shouldn’t, if I drink too much I’ll get drunk…

Taichi: It’ll be fine~!

Azami: Why are you trying to get him drunk?

Taichi: I wanna see the Juza-san who praises me for the performance!

Azami: You’re just greedy.

Rento: Uuuue… Truly a god of all gods! I’m in the presence of a god of arrangements!

Director: So this is what Rento-san is like when he’s drunk.

Omi: His baseline adoration had gone up to a whole other level.

Rento: How are you able to make arrangements like a god!?

Manager: Ahaha, they’re really not that good~.

Rento: You are THE god…!

Banri: Whatcha drinking, Sakyo-san?

Sakyo: Since we’re here, might as well try some Chinese alcohol.

Banri: Never heard of it before.

Sakyo: The alcohol content is high, so drink it in moderation.

Manager: Furuichi-saaan! Pleeeease listen to Kinozaki-kun about all my accomplishments! And please give me a raise!

Sakyo: Haah? Tch, I’m coming over by you now, don’t yell.

Banri: …Whoa, damn this is strong.

Taichi: Is it good, Ban-chan?

Banri: Hm? Ain’t bad.

Taichi: Whoa…

Banri: Don’t start askin’ me questions like you’re one of my relative’s kids or somethin’.

Taichi: Ahaha!

Taichi: I’m really glad we were able to make the best song ever for this. And it’s all thanks to you, Ban-chan.

Taichi: It was fun to hang out in the studio like that. It was like we were real teenagers in a band.

Banri: I really thought the lyrics you wrote were legit good, Taichi.

Banri: As for the play, I really liked the surprisingly subtle emotions you had.

Banri: When you played Daichi, I thought you had really detailed facial expressions when we faced each other on stage.

Banri: Even from a production standpoint, I loved seeing you take on the challenge of playing a role that was super different from your usual self.

Banri: I guess there’s just some roles that only you can play because of what you’ve been through.

Taichi: Hehe, I’m happy to hear that from you, Ban-chan~.

Rento: Y’all put on a great live and performance!

Rento: Not to mention that the godly arrangement, the melody, and the lyrics were all great! It’s a sound that y’all could’ve only created ‘cause of who you are now.

Taichi: Thanks!

Banri: I learned a little bit about composing from this, so maybe I’ll be able to look into it more with Rento-san for the next performance.

Rento: Lookin’ forward to it!

Rento: Ooh, you’re drinkin’ some good alcohol there. This one’s good too~.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Juza: Fuu…

Omi: Did you drink too much?

Juza: Nah, but I ate too much.

Banri: Every time we come here, you always eat too many sesame dumplings.

Juza: Shut it. This time I had more annin tofu.

Banri: Pft… Hahahaha! So you had even more than usual. Fuckin’ dumbass. Hahaha!

Taichi: Ban-chan seems to be more giggly than usual.

Omi: He must be drunk.

Sakyo: As I figured, the Chinese alcohol was too strong for Settsu.

Taichi: This kind of Ban-chan is interesting too.

Director: Banri-kun has a high tolerance, so it’s rare to see him drunk.

Director: When you turn 20, you’ll be able to make a toast with Sakyo-san and the others who can drink, Taichi-kun.

Taichi: That’s true~... Man, I feel a little older just think~ing about it!

Director: Ahaha, is that so?

Taichi: When I first joined the troupe, Sakyo-nii seemed way more mature than me and also seemed more distant from me, but…

Taichi: My impression of him has changed since we’ve been on stage together a lot and gotten to know each other more.

Taichi: But there is one think that I’ve always admired about Sakyo-nii and the other Autumn Troupe members ever since the first performance.

Taichi: Everyone has their own passionate feelings inside that are burning like a bright red flame.

Taichi: The bright red color that I love so much is also the color that each and every Autumn Troupe member has.

Director: Red is the color of Autumn Troupe, huh? I guess it really is.

Director: (I’ve had this thought before, but Taichi-kun really is becoming a more and more wonderful young man by the day.)

Director: (I’m looking forward to seeing him grow up to be just as wonderful of an adult as he is now, with that same bright red hair.)

Taichi: I wonder if I’d be more popular if I became a man who looks hella fine drinking.

Director: I’m glad to see that same Taichi-kun-like way of thinking hasn’t changed at all.

Taichi: Popularity is one of my most important motivators after all!

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Romeo And Juliet (Or Some Other Romantic Shit Like That) Ch. 2

Eddie Munson x f!reader

Series Description: The Saturday night slot at The Hideout is open, and Corroded Coffin thought they were a shoo-in. When it goes to a different band, however, Eddie becomes more that a little distracted by their pretty bassist.

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Chapter Description: The boys of Corroded Coffin come face to face with the girls of Seductress. Eddie comes face to face with you. To call it a shitshow would be an understatement.

Warnings: Alcohol mentions, smoking, language, Eddie is down so bad.

Word Count: 1705

Notes: Thank you for all of the kind words on the last chapter, it seriously means so much!

Eddie found himself in a bit of a predicament as he and his bandmates walked backstage at The Hideout.

 He could practically feel the hostility radiating off of them as they weaved their way through the dingy back hallways of the venue. The anger they all harbored towards the band that stole their Saturday night spot was slowly beginning to morph into embarrassment because, fuck, they were good.  The other members of Corroded Coffin were getting themselves ready to put up one hell of a fight, but all Eddie could think about was trying to get the redness in his cheeks to disappear before they got to the green room, before you would be able to see it.

The four of you had just ended your set when you saw the boys walk in. You were sweaty and tired, and the only thing keeping you standing was the adrenaline rushing through all of you. You’d been perfect. Every note, every cue, you’d missed nothing, and clearly the crowd at The Hideout loved it, too. Tonight’s performance was a bit of a trial run; see how it goes, and if people liked it, you’d get to come back every week. Thankfully, everyone really, really liked it. 

Everyone, it seemed, except for the angry men who’d just barged into your greenroom.

“Hey, assholes, don’t you knock?!” Tonya, your vocalist, yelled as they walked in. “We coulda been naked or some-wait, I know you, don’t I?”

“Shit, yeah!” Harriette added as she tossed her drumsticks onto the dusty old couch against the wall. “You guys are-fuck, what was it? Decomposed something, right?”

“No, no,” Jessa corrected, flicking the hardware on her guitar case shut. “It was eroded, I think?”

“Corroded Coffin,” Gareth spat out, arms crossed. He was trying to look intimidating, but it wasn’t really working all that well. “It’s Corroded Coffin.”

“Yeah,  yeah, I knew it was something dumb like that,” Tonya muttered. 

Ouch. 

“I thought that’s what a coffin was supposed to do, though?” you piped up from your corner as you carefully tucked your bass away. 

“Yeah, all coffins corrode eventually,” Harriette added. 

Okay, maybe they hadn’t thought about it like that before. 

“What, like Seductress is so much better?” Jeff prodded. 

“Seductress is simply a description,” Tonya said as she began to scrub off the dark makeup around her eyes. She paused for a moment to gesture to the girls around her. “Of yours truly.”

‘That’s a very apt description,’ Eddie thought to himself, before immediately internally chastising the idea. He was not allowed, under any circumstances, to think that, even if that is what you all have decided to call yourselves.

“Wouldn't it have to be Seductresses, then? If it was referring to all four of you?” 

“Doesn’t quite have that same ring, though, does it, girls?” Tonya shot back. You, Jessa, and Harriette mumbled out half-hearted agreements, though none of you bothered to look up from what you were doing. Despite the fact that the three of you seemed utterly disinterested in the gaggle of boys crowding the doorway, Tonya just couldn’t turn down the chance to pick a fight. You’d all gotten so used to Tonya’s fighting spirit and constant, useless arguing at this point that you would be able to go along with her in your sleep if you had too. Sometimes it was funny; she’d occasionally get into drunken arguments about music or movies with assholes at parties, and watching her slur about Siouxsie Sioux and accidentally slosh her drink down the poor guy's clothes could actually be pretty entertaining. Plus, she was fantastic at embarrassing hecklers at your shows. Usually, though, the three of you just did your best to tune it out until it either resolved itself, or you had to stop a physical altercation from starting. 

Aside from when they barged through the door and scared the shit out of you, you hadn’t even bothered to look up at the group of guys in front of you. You did, eventually, after you realized you might end up having to hold Tonya back if this escalated. You’d had to do that before, all three of you had, and it was nice to have an idea of just how badly things could go. You lifted your gaze and caught the eye of one of the members. 

He hadn’t said anything in the interaction yet, and was trying his best to stay back behind his bandmates. He didn’t have the same palpable anger radiating off of him, and when your eyes met, his grew wide and quickly pointed down towards the sticky floors. You watched him for a moment. 

Why wasn’t he as furious as his bandmates? Marty had mentioned something in passing about giving the open slot to Corroded Coffin; he said the auditions were initially only a formality before your band was chosen (which was partially why he didn’t go; that, and the fact that he was still drunk from the night before) and that he’d have to break the news to them. If you had been promised the primo slot at your home bar only to have it go to a different band, you’d be pretty fucking pissed. Him, though? He seemed to have a look of fear, almost, in his big brown eyes. Not at Tonya, surely. She may look scary, and sometimes she could be, but this was just playful banter to her. She was always a little too mean, but it helped with the image of the band and to keep the sexist assholes at bay. 

Your eyes seemed to have glued themselves to him. He had a flush on his cheeks, which you mostly chocked up to the lack of working air conditioning in the building. His long hair seemed as though it had a mind of its own and as he moved his head, the wispy ends bobbed side to side. You could almost see the ghosts of freckles dotted along his nose, and-

“Hey!” you heard Tonya yell as she tossed a pillow at you. You weren’t fast enough to dodge it, and it hit you square in the head. You heard one of the boys snicker at you as you quickly whipped your head to her and threw the pillow back just as hard, though she was able to catch it before impact. “Will you please back me up on this?”

“On what?” you questioned. You sat down on the mustard yellow couch (probably a bad idea) and haphazardly ripped off your boots so you could apply fresh bandages to the blisters they left on your heels. 

“Maybe if they weren’t such shit musicians, they would have been the ones who played tonight?” There it was. There was always one crucial moment where Tonya blatantly crossed the line, and this was that moment. Thankfully, none of the members of Corroded Coffin had lunged at her or thrown a punch, but they all seemed to be fuming, even the one in the back who hadn’t seemed all that angry to begin with. 

“Obviously if they’re playing here they can’t be complete shit,” you said. You were standing now, and so were Harriette and Jessa. If something physical did break out (knowing Tonya, it was likely), they wanted to be ready. “Rhonda wouldn’t let them if they were. She’s the one who has to listen to all of the bands every night.” 

“Stop trying to talk me down, you know what I mean!” Tonya yelled back at you. Though you had been the target of her biting anger before, it never really stopped being upsetting and the volume of her voice made you flinch just a bit. Harriette noticed, and quickly walked to stand between the two of you.

“Okay, okay!” Harriette said as she raised a hand to Tonya, who’s blue eyes seethed with the anger she was now pointing at her bandmates. Harriette was always best at stopping Tonya in the midst of her angry ravings. “These guys aren’t worth it. How ‘bout a smoke, huh? Maybe clear your head a little bit?”

Tonya, as hostile as she could become, generally came down just as quickly. As her and Harriette elbowed their way out the door, with Jessa in tow to find Marty to get your guys’ pay, you pointed your gaze back to the boys of Corroded Coffin.

“I’m sorry about her,” you said from your spot next to the couch. “She lives to pick as many fights as she can, and she’s got some whiskey in her. That never really helps.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Gareth huffed. They began to leave, but you noticed how the one with the long hair stayed back a moment. The two of you shared a look.

“For what it’s worth,” you said, standing up and walking over to where he stood just outside the door frame. “I’ve heard you play. I don’t think you're a shit musician.”

“You don’t?” Eddie asked in response. He was relieved to hear that you were a little less high and mighty than your lead singer was.

“Nah,” you sighed. “I actually think you’re pretty fuckin’ good.”

You shut the door to the greenroom after you said it, and Eddie was left stranded alone in the hallway of The Hideout with only the flickering fluorescent lights and cockroaches to comfort him. 

He found the rest of his band in the parking lot leaning against his van. He wasn’t the only member of the band that had a driver’s license, but he was the only one that had a reliable vehicle, so he was stuck playing chauffeur most nights. They all filed in and drove home in relative silence, opting to just stew in their anger and embarrassment as opposed to trying to talk about anything else. Eddie dropped them all off one by one, and by the time he got back to the trailer and shut off the van, there was really only one thought playing on repeat in his head.

He had no idea if you thought that Corroded Coffin was pretty fuckin’ good, or if you thought that his playing was pretty fuckin’ good, and he couldn’t decide which one made his stomach flip harder.

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TBB ask game 7, 8, 24 & 50

--from @nimata-beroya

Thank you @nimata-beroya for the ask <333

7. Favorite moment from Season 3?

Oh god. Oh man. What do I pick?? Sad wet Crosshair trying to push Omega away because he feels so guilty for what he's done??? Or Crosshair and Hunter coming to trust each other again? Or all the cute moments where Crosshair so easily acted like a loving guardian to Omega? (the whole got your bow ectect and Omega saying he was just as bad as Hunter only for Crosshair to say he's worse??? sjkdfgds) Throw a dart at any scene with Crosshair in it, and chances I loved it.

8. What song(s) do you associate with the Bad Batch? 

Oh that's interesting! I'm not really a music person but, I've been listening to this and this while writing TBB fanfic, so I guess this is the type of music I associate with them?

24. Do you have any hot or controversial takes?

Lol aside from the obvious ones related to season 3, I have this-I did not care about Omega until season 3. Before she was just an odd plot tool that chose to withhold information for no reason?? She was Miss Special without any reason to be. (There were better ways to hint that her blood was the key to transferring M-count between subjects other than saying "she's a perfect clone of Jango Fett"-that made NO sense.) I really wish they had put more effort in actually showing big character growth throughout the seasons instead of just. Nothing until s3. And a more lighthearted take that might not be so controversial but idk, feels like people view all clones as perfect boys-TCW versions of the batch are frat boys lol

50. What are you going to miss most about the show?

Awe man. I'm gonna miss our boys. The Bad Batch got me writing fanfic again after, man like five years of no fanfic? Hell, it just got me writing creatively again! The story I wrote/am writing has been a big part in my process healing after leaving a cult. And it came out when I was going through the most difficult part of my life to date. So yeah. I miss that we won't get the show, even though I'm happy it wasn't dragged on like some shows do (coulda had another season. Or longer seasons tho.) I'll rewatch the show, enjoy fanfic and fanart, and keep making my own fics and art. But it won't ever be like this again.

Bad Batch Asks!