#I just. I just. I just. I'm not fucking crazy. I know you don't think I'm crazy. but I still feel like I Have to prove it.

[softsunnyy]

I'm having crazy thoughts at the moment 👉🏻👈🏻.

I can't help but imagine Quinn fucking me so hard that I have to beg him to stop, so overstimulated but no matter how much I push, beg or pull away he doesn't care. Going even harder and fast till I go gushing everywhere and almost pass out.

Sorry, I had to 🫣

- Bella 🫶🏻

no bc right now i can't stop thinking about this, i had to write something about it. I'm sorry it took me so long, my love. <3

now i need my man

i can 100% see this starting with something sweet, like you two on the couch, on a completely peaceful day while a movie plays in the background and a few candles leave your home smelling just the way you two like it.

you feel safe, confident, with your legs tangled with his as you caress his chest. It's the ideal situation. God, he even gives you that sleepy, half-smile that makes you think you're on the same page; but it was all part of his plan.

so when you get up to get something to drink and come back, he's already sitting down, but you don't think anything weird about it, not even when he takes you by the waist and gently makes you sit on his lap. You just do it, like second nature, sipping on what you brought while you try to pay attention to the movie again.

and he lets you be, at least for a while, until you set your drink aside and curl up against his chest, far too comfortable. He slides a hand in your hair, gently tugging and drawing your attention. You look up at him, and within seconds, his mouth is on yours in an overwhelming, sweet, slow kiss that melts you as you let yourself get carried away, not noticing how his other hand moves down to your waist, touching you beneath the fabric of your (his) shirt.

and you don't feel it right away, no, but the change is there, in his breathing becoming heavier, his lips moving faster, demanding, and his hands gripping you tighter, claiming his dominance over you while you feel like you're floating, drunk in his kiss, your mind numb, confused, trying to understand what's happening.

then your body moves, you rubbed unconsciously, drawing a stifled moan from his lips, and your skin prickles, and you do it again, expertly rolling your hips, feeling his hand on your body, trying to keep you still. But it's too late, because that primitive part of your head was ignited by Quinn, and now you can't stop. Especially when you feel a part of his pants rub directly against your pussy, stimulating you, making you gasp against his mouth.

your boyfriend is enjoying it, you know it, but what you don't know is that he's fighting the urge to smile at how quickly he can turn you into a nervous wreck. He knows you, what to say, what to do, and when the perfect moment is. He has also trained you; he has trained your body without you realizing it, so that you react every time he touches you with another intention

he knows a deep kiss will make your skin crawl, and he knows you're gonna whimper, that you're gonna get dizzy; because he's seen you in that position a thousand times, so it was the perfect way to confuse you, to start turning you on.

and you don't even suspect, you just keep rubbing yourself, feeling the heat on your face and how your pussy starts to get wet, soaking your panties, and creating a dark patch that gives you away.

and your pace increases, your hips roll, and your tits crash against Quinn's chest, making him have to hold back a deep sigh and his desire to hold you tight and fuck you his way.

he had a different plan today, and he wanted to enjoy you to the fullest, so he'll have to use his patience, even if it's bordering on insanity. So little by little, he begins to undress you, leaving kisses on your skin and murmuring sweet nothings in your ear. trapping you, keeping you in the soft, loving bubble, with small blushes and huge smiles.

you don't even think anything when he shifts position, hovering over you and transmitting his warmth to you; you just let him continue, moving down your neck, leaving small wet kisses while his hands gently grasp your tits, not using your nipples, just massaging, squeezing, and making your body react unconsciously, wanting to rub against his bulge.

and his eyes look at you with love. Don't get me wrong, but he's waiting, taking his time to engrave the image of your body in his mind, with every exposed area of ​​skin, every mole, every mark, as if you were the perfect work of art. And he lets you know it, repeats it over and over again, making you feel on cloud nine, completely sweet, and making you smile from ear to ear. And it's then, in the quiet of his living room, when you're calmer, that he moves his hips once, firm, precise, completely direct, rubbing his bulge against your pussy, still covered only by your panties. And it feels unfair, because he's still wearing his underwear and pants, so you can't feel him as well as you'd like; still, it draws a weak moan from you.

and he moves again, again and again, and again, while his kisses on your neck try to distract you. And Quinn can feel how wet you are, can see your clothes turning a darker color and your inner thighs glistening with your juices. He feels like he might drool at the sight, but he decides to stay in character, gently pulling down your underwear and using his fingers to prepare you, parting your walls, going at a slow, deep, but slightly rougher pace. You whimper, feeling exposed as your walls mold to his fingers, but you enjoy it, your eyes shining and your pussy growing soaked, dripping. Quinn hits your sweet spot, and has you squirming, whimpering, whining for him to let you cum, and he lets you without any problem, something that is rare for him, but you decide not to waste it, cumming on his fingers, letting your juices run down his hand, making a mess little by little.

but this was just the beginning, as he finally managed to leave you more sensitive, worked, stimulated, and when you closed your eyes for a moment, he took the opportunity to finish undressing, his tip hitting your pussy, drawing your attention, making you look at him with your eyes wide open, clouded, surprised, as if you'd forgotten this was still going on. And you tried to ask him for a couple of seconds of rest, but it was useless, because Quinn took advantage of the opportunity and slid into your pussy in a single movement, coming deep, hard, and fast, drawing a loud moan from you, and making your hands go to his shoulders, trying to find some kind of support.

and at first he moved slowly, sliding in and out, completely attentive to how your hole swallowed him, hungry, being received by your slippery, tight, and perfect walls. But his patience started to play tricks on him, and soon he started moving faster and faster, making your juices spurt, your tits bounce, your moans increase, your eyes close, and your hands start scratching his back.

now, in your living room, all you can hear are your moans and the sounds of your bodies colliding, obscenely wet, thanks to your dripping pussy, which is getting wetter and wetter from how fast Quinn is going, hammering inside you, completely forgetting the pity he had for you a moment ago.

and you moan his name like a broken record, getting more and more fucked stupid, unable to say any truly coherent sentences, with some drool escaping your mouth and running down your neck, which caught his attention, causing him to leave kisses there again, licking your drool, and starting to suck fiercely, leaving reddish and purple marks, painting his work of art, and taking advantage of your complete cockdrunk state to do whatever he wants with you.

his hands moved down to your waist, gripping you so tightly it left a mark, and he used you to steady himself, going fast, ignoring your whimpers urging him to slow down. And your pussy throbs, completely sensitive, your swollen, irritated clit rubbing against his body over and over, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

and you try to warn him, to beg for mercy, to even say something, but you can't, and he won't listen to you anymore, not now that he's taken control of your body, making you his once again. So you just let it happen, the knot beginning to form as he breaks you, abusing your cervix and branding his name once again deep inside you.

and you leave reddish lines along his back, which will surely hurt the next day, but right now they do nothing to help you, instead making him even wilder, eager for you, to destroy you, to use you until nothing remains of his sweet girlfriend.

the couch shakes, the romantic atmosphere completely shattered, the sweet words spoken between sighs, like false promises while in the middle he takes the opportunity to tell you what a whore you are for him, letting you be fooled, and letting him use your body as if you were nothing more than a toy. In a perfect balance between compliments and insults that has you whimpering, blushing, your stomach aching, ever closer to cumming for and because of him.

your eyes are glassy now, and you look at him for mercy, for kindness, but he looks at you with a wild look, completely different from the Quinn of a moment ago, and the image is so raw, so delicious that you let yourself go, feeling your walls clench even tighter around his cock as you cum, moaning his name over and over, making him feel powerful, in control of you.

but he doesn't stop, doesn't give you a second to breathe, to rest, and keeps moving at the same pace, with the same stamina, hammering into you hard, watching tears start to run down your cheeks and noticing your legs trembling uncontrollably, trying to close, but finding it impossible since he's in the way.

"Quinnie..." you whimpered, as he brought a hand to your jaw, gripping it with some force, completely possessed by the desire to destroy you.

he just kept moving, using his hours of training, his athletic routine to last, and without even cumming, just watching you crumble in his arms, cumming again and again, losing count, increasingly sensitive, broken, and even losing your voice after begging him so many times to give you a second to rest.

he just kept going, using you, increasingly driven by the image in front of him. His own legs trembling, completely tense, his balls aching and his cock swollen, reddish, wanting to fill you with his cum until your hole overflowed and you could no longer hold it inside.

and when he came, he moaned your name loudly, but even then he didn't stop, instead he kept going, even though his hips trembled, and even though his heart seemed to jump out of his chest. He continued, watching you completely lost, drunk on his cock, whimpering, cumming, surrendering to him after he'd tricked you with a couple of kisses and caresses.

and he wouldn't stop, not until he'd left you almost unconscious, unable to form coherent words, and trembling. So you'll have to prepare yourself, because you're going to end up stuffed with his cum.

all because you let yourself be fooled.

[mona-risms]

hear me out- photographer!reader regularly working with huntr/x for promo but one time while shooting a rehearsal it starts feeling like a private show- their focus less on your camera and more on you right through the lens

IT'S SUCH A CLEAR SHIFT TOO!!! Originally it's you doing the camerawork and their eyes are pointed onto the lens, with the occasional shift to you when they're feeling silly. But over time, their attention feels like it's diverting to you more than it's staying on the camera. Their rehearsals are On Fucking Point, don't get me wrong, cuz you could Never catch them lacking, but there are certain points in their choreo and their songs that make it feel like they're singing their lyrics to you rather than the fans

They even incorporate you into their choreo too. "Just messing around," they say, when they're lowering the camera for your full attention while grazing their hands on you playfully (def started by Zoey, but eventually the other two follow as well HAHAHA)

It's not just while they're rehearsing too. When they've finished running through the song/s, they ask you for opinions. It's not anything new, they always ask for a spectator's opinion about what they did well and what they could've done better, particularly since you're the one in charge of the camera here and are essentially representing all the other cameras when they perform on stage for real, but now it feels more like they genuinely want to know if you're captivated or not. Instead of "was that run camera-friendly" it's "was that good for you?", "I'm glad you think our fans'll approve" traded with "I'm glad you liked it". It's a mild difference in wording, but it goes from generalised to centralised—not enough to cause any crazy scandals if anyone else heard, but certainly more than enough to ring bells if you're observant enough

Their attention is NOT on that damn camera dawg it's on YOU!!!! YOU'RE their focal point 🥰🥰🥰 I wish

[lupusaur]

i love your writing sm, hear me out: Wolf! Bucky x Bunny! Reader and she keeps teasing him by accident

Bucky HATES you.

You're good at what you do and while you're tinier than the others, it means you're perfect for squeezing into small places they can't. The only small place he'd want to squeeze himself in is that cute cunt of yours that he can smell from a mile away. He's positive you're only giving off such a sweet scent for him, knowing he could just bend you over and fuck you until the sun rises. Is that what you want? To be bred like the little whore you are? It's what bunnies do best, or so he's heard.

You, on the other hand, are oblivious to his frustrations. At first working with him was uncomfortable but he's shown that he's a nice guy who won't eat you. Yelena on the other hand, the mischievous tiger she is, loved teasing you for your cute reactions. Sometimes Ava will join her and it evolved into a typical “girls thing” the three of you do. It's all fun and games but Bucky can't help but feel jealous at how easy it is for the girls to make you squirm. Do you know how cute you are? How much he wants to bite into your cheeks when they're filled with a snack (or maybe his cum)? And don't get him started on how fluffy those ears are. They're begging him to be touched, to be pulled when your face is buried in his pillow so he can properly hear you moaning from how good he's dicking you down.

God. He thinks he won't last another night with just his hand. His knot needs to be in you, but he's a gentleman. He's not going to walk up and put it in without taking you out to dinner first. But then he gets an opportunity to put his hands on your skin and he knows you know what you're doing.

It was just basic simple stretches. You asked him for help when you saw him enter the gym, wanting to try to push yourself further to be more flexible. “To make it easier to squeeze through those small vents you guys make me go in” you laughed, but he was focused on the sounds you made and the tremble of your cute cotton tail. At this point, with the positions and strained grunts, he knows you're fucking with him.

Your words fall on death ears as he drags you to his room and throws you on the bed. “You've been fucking with me haven't you cotton tail? Is it because you want to be fucked? Huh? Been releasing such a sweet scent around me and shakin’ this ass…” Bucky tore up your bottoms, thumbing at the outline of that damn cunt that's been driving him crazy for weeks. “Wait…wait.. Bucky! What scent? And I wasn't messin— oh… messing with you! We can't do this it won't fit! You aren't thinking straight!”

He laughed, peeling away that cute underwear of yours to see you already wet and dripping for his knot. “Oh cotton tail… You're stopping me because it won't fit? Not because you don't want this? Dirty girl. You've thought of taking this, probably took a sneak peak and gave up before tryin’. We got all night to fit this knot in this sweet little cunny.” He smacked it, causing you to yelp. When you only used your ears to cover your face, he knew that the embarrassment only proved he was right. What a dirty little bunny. You were probably stretching earlier to loosen up those muscles to fit him properly. It's fine, Bucky can help speed up that process.

Realizing what he was doing when he pulled you up by the waist, you pushed at his head to stop him from devouring his meal. “Wait I'm sweaty! Let me shower at least!”

“Sweetheart, I can clean you up right here and now. Don't deny this wolf his meal, okay?”

[archivesctrccio]

she drives me crazy. chapter 2.

⁠✧ pairing.. head cheerleader!jackie taylor x basketball player!reader.

⁠✧ warnings.. inspired by the 'She drives me crazy', book by Kelly Quindlen. characters are a little ooc(?)

⁠✧ words.. 3.9k.

✎ᝰ. jinx notes.. Sorry for the delay guys 😭 by the way, I have a question. Does the chapters being too long bother you? Personally it doesn't bother me but I get carried away writing... anyways let me know pls

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It takes a while for all your senses to return. Your heart is racing so fast you feel like you're on a roller coaster. Your whole body is hot, and your palms are damp with sweat.

The car you collided with is a black sedan, but before you can get a good look, the other driver gets out of the vehicle, stomping her feet with all the rage of a rabid pinscher.

Jackie Taylor.

Fuck.

Your shock turns to fury immediately. It had to be her. You know you weren’t exactly looking when you crashed, but you also know you had the right of way. Jackie must have decided that the rules of the road don't apply to her.

Your adrenaline rush makes you get out of the car before you can think too much. You slam the car door and meet her halfway.

— What the hell is this? — you ask.

Her eyes flash when she sees you. Quietly, she answers:

— You’ve got to be kidding me.

You ignore her and walk over to the bumper. Miraculously, there's only a small dent; you'll have to fix it, but it's still drivable.

Behind you, Jackie examines her own car.

— Shit — she complains — my parents are going to kill me.

— Well, mine too. — You say, kicking a rock near the wheel of your car. You can feel tears welling up in your eyes, but you fight them back. You hate the idea of crying in front of Jackie Taylor. Again. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, but when you turn to look at her car, your entire stomach drops.

Her rear bumper is a mangled, bent wreck; the right side is hanging off, dragging on the asphalt. It's impossible to drive a car like that. Your anger suddenly turns to panic. If her car is worse than yours, does that mean you're to blame? Even if you had the right of way?

You control your breathing and look at her.

— Damn. I'm sorry.

Her eyes burn like you just said something offensive.

— Are you really that stupid? — she snaps. — You should never apologize after a car accident. You basically admitted guilt.

You are so disturbed that you can only stare at her as she say:

— You're lucky I'm not the kind of person who's going to fake a serious injury or some fake emotional trauma to sue you and your parents until I suck all your money out of you, but someone else could do it. Use your head.

Anger flares up in you again.

— Are you really trying to teach me a lesson now? You're the one who reversed my car!

— Why didn't you stop when you saw me?

— Why didn't you stop when you saw me?

You create a commotion in the parking lot. A bunch of people from your class run over to see what happened. Even though school ended a few hours ago, There are still enough people that your accident would be impossible to hide.

— Are you guys okay?

— Aah, your car's back is fucked.

— Oh, shit! Tow Truck Girl fucked up her car again!

One of the cheerleaders rushes to your side, her eyes bulging out of her head. It's Jackie's best friend, the same girl who asked if you were okay earlier: Taissa Turner. She is the great-great-granddaughter of the legendary Mrs. Earl. Her family still owns the Emporium, and she is not exactly how you would imagine a girl to be who comes from a family whose business is Christmas. She has a sweet but firm voice, cartoonish expressions, and is extremely intelligent. She is the perfect combination of Princess Bubblegum and Marceline.

— Holy shit — she exclaims, running straight to you — What happened? Are you guys okay?

Jackie runs her hand slowly over her face.

— I have to call my mom. Shit.

She walks away with her cell phone, her eyebrow still furrowed in anger. Taissa gives you a sympathetic look, but you turn your back and grab your own cell phone.

Your mother shows up fifteen minutes after you call. She brushes the hair off your forehead and comforts you with her calm, steady voice. The whole world could explode and your mother would say: “Um, now how are we going to deal with this?”

— Are you hurt? — she asks.

— No.

— Were you on your cell phone?

— No.

Your mother nods, examining you with the "I don't let anything slip by" look.

— Okay. Let's call the insurance company.

Jackie's mother arrives shortly after this. She is an attractive, sophisticated-looking woman with wavy blonde hair and flawless lipstick, She is wearing a lilac lab coat and a name tag that reads Dr. Taylor. She has the same observant expression as Jackie, the kind that seems able to read you in a second. And that's exactly what she appears to be doing to Jackie now.

— How did this happen? — she asks, tilting her head toward her daughter. Her voice is calm, but authoritarian.

Jackie huffs, crossing her arms over her torso.

— I was reversing, I didn't see her coming…

Mrs. Taylor interrupts her.

— Weren't you looking?

— I was, but…

— But were you lost in your own thoughts, imagining other cheerleading routines?

Jackie's mouth forms a thin line and her eyes drop to the ground.

—That's what happens when you're not focused. — Mrs. Taylor continues. — You know you can't let your guard down. Take pictures of the back. From every angle!

There's an unbearable gap while your moms are on the phone with the insurance company and Jackie and you have nothing to do but exhaustingly ignore each other. When it's all over, your mothers nod to each other and announce that you're both responsible—since both cars were moving—but that Jackie is mostly to blame, since you had preference.

—That's not fair, — Jackie says, shaking her head. — She ran around the bend, she wasn't even looking…

—How do you know I wasn’t looking? — you say, irritated. — Look who's talking! This is the second time you've made fun of my car!

Your mother frowns.

— What do you mean by that?

A silence hangs in the air. You never told your parents the truth about how your car got towed last year; you lied and said you accidentally stopped in front of a fire hydrant. You were too embarrassed to admit that you had been bullied by the cheerleader captain.

Now you and Jackie face each other for an intense moment. Her eyes are wide and anxious. It's the first sign of vulnerability you see in her.

— She... accidentally spilled coffee on my car once.

You don't know what possessed you to say that. This could have been your chance to get some well-deserved revenge, but you'd rather be The Tow Truck Girl than The Snitch Girl.

— Have you ever been in her car before? — Jackie's mother asks. — Are you two friends?

You stare at each other for a long moment.

— Hmm. — Jackie says, recovering. She gestures to her uniform. — I cheer for her team sometimes.

It's a good thing no one is looking at you, because the eye roll you give would prove that's a lie in a second. You have no doubt that Jackie, as captain, could ensure that your team cheered for you rather than the boys, but why would a cheerleader bother challenging the status quo?

— Oh, that’s great, — her mother murmurs. — Well, that makes it less weird, doesn’t it?

Jackie's mother chuckles.

— Yes, what a relief!

What follows is one of the worst mommy embarrassments you'll ever experience. Your moms introduce themselves to each other, make horrible jokes about how neither of you are one of those strict, meddling moms that would turn this accident into a spectacle.

— Imagine having to do that to a Candlehawk woman! — says your mother.

—That's a level of hell I don't need today! — Jackie's mother laughs.

Jackie and you say nothing, waiting for them to stop.

— Y/n, you seem like a serious student. — Dr. Taylor says suddenly. — What are you studying?

— Mom, stop... — Jackie tries.

— Er... my favorite subject is History. — you answer.

— Is that what you want to study in college?

— Sure, — you lie. You’ve never thought about it seriously, but Dr. Taylor seems like the kind of person who needs a confident answer.

— And what sport do you play? Is that a basketball uniform? Basketball is a great sport. See, Jackie? You can be a serious student and a competitive athlete.

— I am. — Jackie says, looking like she’s had this conversation a hundred times before.

— Cheerleading is also an admirable sport. — her mother opines.

Dr. Taylor nods politely, but obviously disagrees.

— Well, it looks like everything is in order here. — she says authoritatively. — We're waiting for the tow truck, but we'll leave as soon as it arrives.

You meet Jackie's eyes at the word tow truck.

She looks away, but you can see a twinge of guilt there.

— Having your car towed is horrible. — you say with false empathy. — it happened to me once. I'm sorry about that.

You can almost see the smoke coming out of her ears. It's so satisfying that you almost start singing. But then…

— It sucks to be without a car in this city. — Your mother says. — How are you going to get to school, Jackie?

— My husband and I can leave you here. — Jackie's mother says with a wave of her hand. — It's easy for us. We live there on Sleigh Byrne.

— Sleigh Byrne? — Your mother gives you an awkward smile, and suddenly, you’re dreading what she’s going to say next. — We live on the street next to it, in Bells Haven.

You look at her and you know what's going to happen.

— My daughter can give Jackie a ride! — Her mother declares, her eyes bright. — Please, we insist. It's the least we can do.

You try to look at your mother to tell her that this is a terrible idea, but the damage is already done. Jackie's mother lights up like this is the best plan she's ever heard.

She smiles happily at Jackie and holds her hands up as if to say, "Look at this!"

Jackie blinks and offers a grateful, polite smile to your mother, but you know she hates this idea as much as you do.

— Well, it’s settled — your mother says, looking at you excitedly. — Everything’s okay, right?

It's only after you move away from the Taylor family that you convey your horror:

— Mom! — you complain. —, I can't stand that girl! I'd rather go to school naked than have to give her a ride anywhere!

—I thought you said you were friends?

— Um... I mean, maybe that was a slight exaggeration. — You mess up. — But it doesn't matter! The accident wasn't my fault.

His mother is unfazed.

— No, it wasn't your fault, but it's still your responsibility. It won't kill you to give her a ride until the car is fixed.

Ultimately, you walk away from your first traffic accident with a bruised ego, a dented bumper, and the impending terror of giving a ride to the one person who can make your senior year at school even worse.

Your father and younger sister are in the yard hanging Halloween lights when you and your mother pull into your driveway.

Your house is a classic blue and lilac house with wooden floors and a small porch in the front. There is a maple tree in the front yard that reaches as high as the second floor, and a row of shrubs that shades the front porch. That's where her father and Victoria are, arranging the orange lights so they hang on the bushes the way Tori likes them.

— Is there a problem? — your father asks as you and your mother join them in the garden.

— My front bumper. — you reply with a grimace. — It's all crumpled up but I managed to drive it home…

— I was asking about you, sweetie. — Your father says, placing his hands on your shoulders. He looks at you with a worried frown, as if he could guess that you have a concussion. That's one of the best things about your dad. He is going to be pissed about the bumper and will insist on accompanying you to the mechanic, but right now he's only concerned about you.

— I'm glad you're okay. — Victoria says, hugging you gently. — Want an ice pack? I have one in the freezer from when I hurt my big toe.

Victoria is the cutie of the family. She's only thirteen, but her parents like to say she has an old soul.

— It's okay, Tori, thanks.

— How is your neck? — your father asks. — Did it bounce?

— Just a little, — you reply, and your father begins to feel the top of your spine. He’s a chiropractor, so he’s always checking your back when you say you slept awkwardly or pulled a muscle on practice.

— Lie down on the grass. — his father says, taking a step back.

— What? Are we going to adjust it here?

— Tori and I are still arranging the decorations. — her father says as if it were obvious. — come on, you know how it works.

Your mother and Victoria just stand there, laughing, while you lie on the grass with your stomach down and your father starts to rub your back. If the neighbors are watching, you doubt they'll be shocked. Your family is known for doing strange things in the front yard. — Like the time five-year-old Victoria insisted you guys eat breakfast outside in your snowsuits. Right in the middle of summer.

— Okay, that should do it. — his father says, giving your neck one last twist. — Are you feeling better?

You can only grunt in response.

You spend the next half hour finishing up your Halloween decorations. It's already dark, so you're at the mercy of the porch lighting, but you're still motivated to finish because Halloween is next week. It is a tradition on your street that everyone gives their best in celebratory decorations. Your decorations, on the other hand, are pretty tacky. You put plastic tombstones all over the grass, and your mom puts a witch and vampire couple on the porch that look like the "American Gothic" painting, and Victoria hangs cobwebs on the mailbox. Your contribution is to arrange a group of skeletons around bales of straw. Last year, your dad made it look like the skeletons were dancing the macarena. This year, you put a thick piece of tobacco in one of their mouths to make it look like it's smoking. Your mother rolls her eyes, but leaves it at that.

Inside the house, you sit down to eat a chicken dinner that your father bought on the way back from the clinic. Your mother and Tori improvise a pasta dish, while your task is to prepare a dish for your older sister, Pamela, who is still working.

—I texted Pam about the accident—Tori says, helping herself to a double portion of pasta. — She was worried about you, y/n. I wanted to go straight home, but she said it was a mess there and that she was pissed off.

Pamela works as a bartender at the best bar in town, Chimney. She's saving up money to rent her own apartment, but for now she lives in your basement with her two cats, BooBoo and Pickles, who keep getting into your mom's garden to dig up the arugula. Cats drive your mother crazy. Your father is more relaxed with them, but he's always been more laid back when it comes to Pam, because he's technically her stepfather. Your mother divorced Pamela's biological father when she was still a baby, but did not marry your father until Pamela was seven years old.

— Y/n — your mother says when there is a pause in the conversation —, do you want to talk about what happened?

You peel the skin off the chicken, aware of everyone watching you. You knew the night of fun decorating would spill over into this conversation, but that didn't mean you were ready.

— Do we need to?

Your father tilts his head.

— Do we need to talk about the fact that you were so distracted that you didn't notice a car coming at you? Yes.

You drop your fork.

— I had a bad day, okay?

— Because of the game with Candlehawk? — Your father asks.

— Because of Allie? — Your mother adds.

You feel lucky to have parents who love you so much and are so involved in your life. They even know the little things that happen, like when you have a stressful test or if you had a fight with Lottie and that’s tormenting you. But sometimes this involvement is so sincere and omnipresent that you feel like every little thing has to end with them trying to sort it out at the dinner table.

— We're sorry we couldn't be there for the game — Your father says, ruffling your hair — We know it's a tough semester. It won't be easy for you without Allie.

— Losing your first love hurts a lot — your mother adds, understanding.

You're not sure your parents actually liked Allie. They smiled and hugged her when she came over, but you always got the feeling they were doing it for her sake, not because they genuinely liked her.

— I promise it will get better — your mother comforts you. — But that doesn't mean you can forget about the rest of your life. You still have your senior year of high school ahead of you, basketball, college, and your wonderful friends…

— I know, I know. — Tears well up in your eyes. You try to swallow them, but they end up falling onto your chicken. — I'm really sorry about the car, guys.

— It's okay. — Your mother says quietly. — Let's leave it at that for today. You can go upstairs and watch a movie. Victoria will take care of the dishes.

Doing the dishes alone sucks—you guys usually share the chores—but the wonderful thing about Victoria is that she wouldn't complain about it in a million years. She nods and clears everyone's plates, offering you a small smile, and you walk up the stairs to your room without looking back.

You spend a lot of time in the shower, probably your record time. For a while, you just stand under the water, your muscles burning, grateful for the heat. You wash your hair and scrub your face after a long cry.

Normally you would blow dry and straighten your hair so it looks good for school tomorrow, but tonight you don't feel like it. You pull on a long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants and curl up in bed. For the first time all day, you feel like you can breathe.

Your mom was right to tell you to watch a movie. Today you put on 10 Things I Hate About You, the queen of teen romantic comedies. You can recite lines in your sleep.

A few minutes into the movie, Pamela walks into the room. She's still wearing her bartender uniform and holding her keys, which tells you she literally just got home. She throws herself on the bed, hugs you and makes a fuss as if you were an abandoned kitten she found on the street. Victoria walks in behind her, snuggling up on her other side.

— Who hurt you? — Pamela asks. — Who do I need to kill?

— No one. — You laugh. — I'm fine. How was work?

— The opposite of stimulating. Seriously, how are you?

—It was a shitty day. — you admit. — We played the opening game against Candlehawk. They crushed us. Then my car got crushed.

Pamela shivered.

— Candlehawk means Allie, right?

— Yeah, their new star. She gave me my button back.

Your sisters share a meaningful look.

— What? — you ask, even though you know what they’re going to say.

— She's horrible. — Pamela replies. Lying on her back on the bed. — Like, really, really horrible.

— She wasn't always horrible. Not until she transferred to Candlehawk.

— I think she was already horrible before that. — Victoria retorts. — Do you remember when she got mad when you posted that picture where her hair was frizzy?

— Remember when she didn't talk to you for a whole day because you refused to sneak into that concert with her? — Pamela adds.

That's the thing. You know Allie was difficult sometimes, but it makes you uncomfortable to hear that from other people. It makes you question your judgment, because for a while, you were so happy with her. Were you just completely oblivious to it? Or worse, did you convince yourself that she cared about you when she didn't?

— I know. — You run your hand over your face. — I promise she wasn't always this horrible.

There is a pause in which her sisters are clearly keeping their words to themselves.

— Can we watch the movie now? — you ask.

— Of course. — her sisters respond and nestle into your sides.

When you're about an hour into a movie, your cell phone rings from a number you don't recognize. You reject the call, assuming it's telemarketing.

A moment later, it rings again. Your sisters complain.

— Sorry! — you fiddle with your phone and answer it, impatiently. — Hello?

— Y/n? — a cold voice answers. — It's me, Jackie.

What the fuck.

You straighten up in bed, fumbling for the remote to pause the movie. Your sisters stare at you, but you gesture for them to be quiet. Why is this girl calling you? How did she get your number?

— Hi. — you answer on your phone, trying to sound casual. You turn on the lamp and swing your legs over to the other side of the bed. — I didn't expect you to call…

— How not? — she asks, abruptly. — We have a plan for tomorrow. You know, now that you have to give me a ride.

It takes a while for you to respond.

— Sure. — You answer, tense. — Of course. I just thought you would send a message.

— A call is more efficient.

You clear your throat, trying to stop yourself from yelling at her.

— How is your car? What did the mechanic say?

She ignores the question.

— What time will you pick me up in the morning? I usually leave at 7:25.

You're still trying to position yourself in this conversation, and it takes you a second to understand what she's asking. At 7:25? Your school is only ten minutes away, and classes start after 8:05.

— I usually leave at 7:40 — you reply in an incisive tone.

She makes an impatient noise.

— I have things to do in the morning. If I had my own car I would leave at 7:15.

— I guess you should have thought of that before you rammed into my car, huh?

There is a tense silence.

— Are you picking me up at 7:25 or not?

You grit your teeth.

— I will.

— Great. I'll text you the address.

— Great. How efficient messages are, right?

A moment passes.

— cute — she says, in the most acidic voice you've ever heard in your life. Then she hangs up.

— What the hell was that? — Pamela asks.

— She's my arch enemy. — you say it half jokingly.

— I thought your arch enemy was Allie. — Victoria says.

Pamela elbows her.

— Y/n — Pamela says, taking the remote from your hand —, I don't know what this says about me, but this drama of yours has become the most interesting thing in my life.

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Thoughts on how noisy the LADS men are during "the deed" cus I'm a proud pervert; Part 2 Sylus, Caleb~!

Part 1 here || 18 +|| nsfw+mdni || All my personal headcanons

♡ 🐦‍⬛ Sylus 🐦‍⬛ ♡ 

Sylus is loud. And not just loud in his moans and other pretty sounds, which he makes no effort to hide, but Sylus loves to talk. He loves to talk while he has you in his bed, face pressed into the mattress and body shaky and sensitive from his thorough foreplay. Even when Sylus goes down on you, he constantly tells you how good you taste, how your thighs are trembling, Kitten, and to make sure you don't pull his hair out. Even the way he eats you out, it's like he's trying to be as noisy as possible, muffled moans againts your clit that drive you crazy. When he's done, leaving you in a daze, Sylus loves to tell you everything from how good you feel around him, how he's been waiting for this all day, and right now you look so pretty, all messed up under him. Sylus makes sure you know he's talking to you. A teasing voice in your ear, hot breath on your sensitive skin, making you shiver, as he asks if you've heard what he just said or if he should show you instead, since words clearly aren't working right now. His voice is a little rougher than usual, but it's still so infuriatingly yet attractively relaxed and self-assured. And sure, usually you'd have your own bratty words to throw at him, but right now it's all just going in one ear and out the other as you drool onto the sheets like you've been fucked stupid. Sylus is loud in a way that boldly declares, "Why should I be quiet?". And by God, he will not accept you being any less loud than he is. A gentle hand on your neck, bringing your head up so the sheets can't muffle your voice. Skilled moves from his fingers, his tongue, his cock all to make sure he can get the prettiest sounds out of you. Because surely, Kitten, you remember everything here is his, this house, the n109 zone, and even you, so what are you hiding from? Let your pretty voice out.

♡ 🍊 Caleb 🍊 ♡

Just like Sylus, Caleb is also loud; however, it's mostly because he tries so hard to keep quiet, nervous about what you'll think, until it backfires. After all, it all feels too good. As you both are pressed together, he on the couch of his Cloudhaven home, and you on his lap, your tongues locked in a heated kiss. Caleb bucks his hips up, trying to find any relief from the intensity of your makeout session, and when it's not good enough, he whines. He'd been surprisingly quiet before, just small sighs and bitten back moans, but now? He whines, hands pressing your hips down against his, as he basically ruts up into you. He shakily moans as you slip your hand under his shirt, tracing up his abs to grab one of his pecs. Perhaps if he weren't so fired up, the mighty Colonel might even feel embarrassed at making such sounds, but right now, all that's on his mind is you. You, you, you. Finally. You're here. In his arms. You, you, you. Caleb's thoughts swirl in this obsessive direction, his whines holding a hint of desperation as you pull away, even trying to chase your lips. And once that dam breaks, he's even louder than before. Caleb begs, true and proper. Caleb begs you to let him touch you, to taste you, to stay, all those sentences rushed out quickly. He moans, loud, hot and dragged out when you pull his cock out yourself, sliding your hand across it almost torturously slow, only mffled but not quieted when you bring him in for another sloppy kiss. Even when he hurriedly and almost frantically pushes in, Caleb moans loud though he tries to muffle it by biting his lip, his eyes trained on you as if nothing else exists right now. It's just you and him, he can't look away for even a second, not that there's anything better to see.

a/n... oh my god writing smut is hard sobsob

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rebel with a cause

Words: 8,866 Rating: M | smut (oral (mtf), protected sex) fluff (pining/golden retriever/lover boy) angst (minor angst, mostly passive aggressive, cheating) Type: Harry Styles x Reader ❀ Masterlist ❀ Requests ❀ Taglist ❀

He sat in the headmaster’s office holding a bag of ice to his knuckles. He hated this, this is not like him. He doesn't fight. He can barely hold his own. But her? She made all the rules sound fucking stupid and he would break them all for her.

Worst part is, she's standing out there looking at him like she's thankful for something he did for her. Yeah, he did it for her and he would have told the world that if she wanted him to. 

Because sure, they’ve never really talked and he sounds like a borderline obsessed freak but there has just always been this thing between them. Sure, it was unspoken but it was electric. And he  knew she felt it too. He could tell by the way she looked at him. It drove him crazy. He didn't think he had ever craved someone on every level until he met her. 

He don't know if he love her, but if this is what love feels like. he will’ll fucking take it, and he will keep it forever.

His leg was bouncing like it was being paid to do so and he just really wanted to leave. “Hey do you think you can give me my detention or whatever the fuck and let me go?” He leaned forward toward the secretary, his brow raising as she huffed. “Styles! We will not tolerate that language!”

He winced. Absolute gobshite. “So sorry, yeah, right. So, can I go?” He pointed in the direction he saw her. He just wanted to walk past her, that’s all. Hold his head up. Took a hit for her, didn’t he? “Not until you speak to the headmaster!” Oh, right. That. 

Just then, like magic, she entered the room with said headmaster. He looked pissed and she held a smile that looked nearly apologetic. He wanted to reach out and tell her there was nothing to be sorry for. He did what he did. Whatever.

“Right. Ms. Robinson. Seems like here that Miss Y/LN says that Mister Styles was defending her honor and therefore would like for him to be dismissed.” The headmaster said in a rush or breath, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. Hell. Him either. He looked directly at Y/N and she gave another small smile. 

He had no idea why she got him off the hook but you bet your sweet arse he was about to thank her for it. In any way she seemed fit. Harry smiled at Miss Robinson and she begrudgingly dismissed him. Harry walked out of the office, tugging his jacket on tighter as if showing off, offering a polite smile to Y/N. He saw the corners of her mouth twitch. Cheeky. He knew she had a bit of a dark side. 

Harry also waited outside the office. Just for that pretty face. About ten minutes later there it was, coming out of the office and stopping in her tracks as soon as she saw him. A brief roll of her eyes and she started to walk down the hallway. He caught up with her quickly, smirk plastered. From a distance she're stunning, up close? A fucking daydream.

“Thanks for that, by the way.” He said smoothly, eyes on her. She hummed in response. Hard to get. That was fine, he was pretty good at the waiting game. Well, sometimes. 

“What do you say I thank you properly? Take you to dinner?” It made her smile, even if it was small and accompanied with an eye roll. “Harry, thank you for what you did. You didn't have to do that but I'm sorry–I can't.”

Right. Because the twat was still her boyfriend. Why wouldn’t she break up with someone who was a total piece of shit and treated her like crap? Harry would never understand why he had such a hold on her, but he pushed it aside, a lopsided smile gracing his face. “Offer will still stand if you ever change your mind.”

She smiled, and Harry could swear that her smile could cure almost anything. But then she walked away and his smile faded into nothing. Then, like clockwork, he heard the laughter behind him. Harry turned his head with the most pissed off look he could muster and there he was:

Zayn.

Laughing his arse off at his failed attempt with her, yet again. “Give it up mate, she’ll have a restraining order by Tuesday.” It was Monday. “I will never give up on love.” He says dramatically, slapping his hand over his chest. All the theatrics, the things Harry does for Zayn. He rolled his eyes at him, acting annoyed. Harry knew he loved him. Been mates for too long for him not to. 

He could have bailed on him plenty of times and yet here we are. Practically sharing a locker and sometimes a bedroom. Some days we were brothers, others? We bickered like a married couple. But they were stuck with each other, Harry was perfectly okay with that. 

“Okay, man, love left. Love left like five years ago. Love has never existed between you two. In fact, I think love—” Harry held his hand over Zayn’s mouth as if he was speaking evil into existence. “Would you come off it?! Your negativity is why you never get dates.” Harry was quick to retrieve his hand, Zayn licks. He always licks. 

“I’ve been in a relationship since year nine, Harry, my ‘dates’ are every Friday night.” Harry furrowed his brows together, tilting his head. “So, that’s why you’ve been blowing me off?” He acted like he didn't know this information. Like he didn’t know all Zayn’s information. Zayn rolled his eyes and then clamped his hand on his shoulder. “Sorry, mate.” Zayn gave a fake solemn look and Harry pouted, continuing the banter. 

“It’s my arse isn’t it? Too fat.” Harry shrugged as if that was just the obvious answer and Zayn laughed, shaking his head. “That would actually put you on top of the list.” He made a face, and Zayn made one in agreement. 

Next thing he knew, Zayn was ruffling his curls and pulling him down into a headlock and he was protesting with every part of him. Long arms flinging around, laughter filling the hallway. “We are not making out, don’t even try it!” Harry protested and Zayn laughed harder. “You wish, pony boy.” Zayn finally shoved him off and Harry stood tall, straightening his jacket for the millionth time today. 

“Don’t know why I’m friends with you.” Harry muttered, not meaning it. “Who else would be?” Zayn retorted and he shot him a look of annoyance and we both broke out into a smile. His mate for life, that guy. 

Zayn and Harry started to make our way out of the school and into the parking lot. The day was over anyway, especially after the event that just took place. Once we were out there, Harry heard her voice and his head was immediately in her direction. She was standing with that idiot that was now supporting a new shiner on his face. Ha, he did that.

“You gonna tell me what happened?” Zayn asked him as he opened the boot of his car and started to throw his stuff in there. He tossed mine in as well. “So we were at PE, yeah? Then out of nowhere, Y/N comes storming in, looking livid as all hell. Her boyfriend behind her, yelling things that would make my mum punch me in the throat.”

“He was saying shit to her?” Zayn asked with a raised brow as he looked over his shoulder at her and her boyfriend, seeming to still be having heated discussions. He gave a slightly disgusted look, Zayn didn’t like women being mistreated. He had sisters, and would do anything for them. 

“Understatement. Like, actual shit that should warrant a break up. And that has nothing to do with my secret feelings for her.” Harry tried to defend but Zayn just gave him a look of disbelief. Not mocking either. “They are a secret?” He asked with a deadpan look on his face. 

Harry gave him a full look of annoyance. “You’re the reason romance is dead.” Harry retorted and Zayn snorted at Harry’s attempt at an insult. “No mate, you’re the reason why girls cover their drink at the pub.”

“Hey! I am not, I am a sweet boy who respects women.” Harry was quick to defend himself. He knew zayn didn’t mean it that way, he was just shit at analogies. Always shit at analogies. 

Zayn scoffed, slamming his boot shut as making his way inside the car with Harry following suit. “Unless it’s Y/N.” Zayn said once they were comfortable in the car and Harry narrowed his eyes. “I respect Y/N.” He defended again, because he did.

“You pine after her.” Zayn corrected and okay, mayne he had a slight point there. Harry has had this, well, crush for quite sometime…since primary…first day in fact. Sure, kids were huffing glue and making macaroni art but Harry saw Y/N and he was hooked. She had a valentine from him every year, a birthday card, you name it. It finally stopped in secondary when cute school crushes became a bit more, well, creepy.

“I just think that she deserves the best and she’s clearly not getting it, Zayn. You didn’t see the tears, how upset she was. Someone had to teach that tosser a lesson, fucking wanker.” It practically boiled Harry’s blood just to think about it, let alone talk about it. 

Zayn scoffed, finally driving off to their destination. Harry's house. He looked out the window like a lost puppy when they passed Y/N in the parking lot. “And you what? Just had to be the knight in shining armour.” Zayn didn’t even know why he continued to entertain such a conversation, but he did. 

“I just wanted her to know that there is more out there.” Harry said softly, a bit defeated but his words were true. “And you think you’re that guy?” Zayn asked finally and Harry gave his answer quickly and firmly. 

“I think I could be.”

The car filled with silence after that, but it wasn’t grim. It was normal and comfortable. This happened daily if it was a weekday, Zayn always took Harry home. It was an arrangement they have had since Zayn got his car. Tradition by now. 

Just like always, he insulted zayn one last time before he exited his car, popping the trunk and getting his things out and almost barreling inside until he remembered. Surely, his mum would have gotten the call by now. Blimey he was going to get an actual ear full. 

He ran in but this was to pass by his mum quickly so he could go up the stairs and make it to his room without getting scolded, but he also couldn’t help himself as he peeked into Gemma’s room with a small innocent smile on his face. “Hey did mum get a call?”

“You bet your arse she did, trouble maker.” Gemma said excitedly as she sat up on her bed, her smile was wide and hungry for gossip and Harry couldn’t do anything but groan dramatically and thud his head against the doorframe.

“I’ll have you know I was defending a girl's honor.” Harry said annoyed, his voice almost a whine as he gave his sister pleading eyes. 

Gemma let out a loud sigh as she rolled her eyes. Clearly she wanted to rile Harry up and this was not the reaction she wanted. “Heard that’s why you weren’t getting in serious shit.” She crossed her arms. 

Harry was happy for Gemma’s change in demeanor, now taking the situation a bit more seriously than before. He knew she liked to poke fun but Harry had never really gotten into trouble like this. He’d never been in a fight. Zayn had, just twice, for his sisters but Zayn was the oldest he protected them. 

Harry would protect Gemma too, just to be clear. She is just older and usually can handle everything on her own. Men should fear her. People should fear her. She was a force to be reckoned with. Harry loved her for that. 

“Is she pissed?” Harry tests and the look Gemma gave him told him everything he needed to know. “She’s not happy.” Gemma informed him with a bit of pity on her face. Their mum, Anne was sweet as can be but when she was upset? Well, it made sense where Gemma got her bite. 

He had no idea how he survived in a house full of powerful women.

Harry tiptoed to his mum’s room. Peeking in before he just walked in. He knocked softly and walked in with the most innocent smile he could put on his face. But he was met with fiery eyes. 

As soon as Anne caught sight of him she stormed forward, marching right up to her. Her finger pointed out at him like he was getting a scolding, and well, he was. “Are you absolutely taking the piss?” Her tone was bitter and strong and it made Harry wince. 

“Mum! Don’t get all prissy, you know I can’t stand it.” Harry whined slightly and immediately got hit upside the head. “Language!” Anne shrieked, yeah she was furious. 

“I didn’t say anything!” Harry protested, rubbing the spot he was just hit and giving his mom a disapproving look. He knew she didn’t mean to, it’s not like it really hurt anyway. He was being a tad bit dramatic. 

Anne then sighed, her shoulders slumping, her eyes dropping down the scratched up and soon to be bruising knuckles of Harry’s. “What on earth were you thinking Harry? I mean fighting?” Anne questioned because it wasn’t like her son and Harry knew it was probably jarring for her. This is the type of stuff parents freak out over. 

Harry tried to brighten the mood by gesturing to his face. “Are we not going to comment on how I do not have a scratch on me?” He even gave a smug smile to sell it and Anne let out a sigh. 

“No, because I am terrified of what the other boy looks like.” Anne said softly, so soft that Harry almost didn’t hear it but his smile only grew when he heard it. 

“The same! Just a nice little shiner on his cheek.” Harry brought his pointer finger up to tap lightly on the apple of his cheek, his mother’s eyes widening as she watched him do said action and for a split second it was like all of that rage and anger came flooding back into Anne’s eyes. “Harry!”

Harry held his hands up in defense already as he prepared for his next blow. “Mum – he was literally being a complete shit to a girl and I was trying to defend her. That's why things were dropped, she told the headmaster what happened and she didn’t believe I should be in any trouble. And well, personally, I think that should extend to home.”

There was a pause. It was long. Harry’s arms lowered to his sides. 

“Was he really being mean to her?” Anne asked, her face contorting to something of slight concern. 

Harry let out a soft sigh, his demeanor now matching his mothers. Slumped shoulders, but there was an obvious ache somewhere. “Yes, mum. You’d ring my neck if you heard the things he said to her and I don’t know. I just got pissed, no one deserves that but she really doesn’t.”

“Oh no.” His mum said suddenly and Harry gave her a slightly weird look. “What?” His ask earned him a sigh from her. Harry’s eyes followed his mother as she walked further into her room. “It was Y/N, wasn’t it?” She gave a big sigh and it was Harry’s eyes turn to widen. 

“I–wha–does everyone know?” He asked nearly flabbergasted that even his mother knew about his slight crush. “She even knows, Harry!” Well, shit.

“I am not having this conversation, goodnight mother.” Harry turned on his heels to walk out of the room and he could hear his mother scoff behind him. “It’s 4pm.” Anne sounded unimpressed, Harry could practically hear her arms cross. 

“I will see you in the morning.” Harry just huffed as he continued out the door. “You haven’t even had dinner yet!” Anne called after him but he was already entering his room and shutting the door. 

Harry stayed in his room for the rest of the night, thinking about Y/N. Something about today felt different to him. She had stood up for him, spoke to him, maybe, there could really be something there. He knew he couldn’t give it up. Not yet. He’d find a way to talk to her at school tomorrow. Somehow. 

Fun fact? Harry didn’t have to. 

Y/N was standing by his locker when he entered school the next morning. He looked around himself trying to make sure he was in the right area but as his eyes turned to meet Y/N, she gave him a small wave. She really was waiting on him. 

“Hey.” She said softly once he approached, his head tilted to the side, a smirk planted on his face. “Hey.” He responded, pulling the bag over his shoulder. Y/N almost looked nervous and it made him curious. 

“So, um, there is a party tonight at Jasmine’s house. I wanted to extend the invite as a thank you for being so sweet the other day. Oh, and Zayn can come too, I know you two are like attached at the hip basically.” Harry could tell by Y/N’s fidgeting just how truly nervous she was and it made his smirk turn into a genuine smile. 

“We will see you there.”

***

“I’m not going.” Zayn said as soon as Harry mentioned the party and Harry looked at him like he had lost his mind. What did he mean that he wasn’t going? This was Harry’s in. 

Harry’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?” He spat out, and Zayn at first held an amused look on his face before he spoke. “I mean – my girlfriend doesn’t really like Jasmine so me showing up at the party would be suspicious.” He gave a small shrug like this was okay and not ruining Harry’s mood at all. 

“You’re on a fucking lesh.” Harry rolled his eyes at Zayn but of course, this didn’t phase Zayn. This was how they bickered sometimes. Mostly over stupid things. 

“At least I’m getting laid.” Touché there Zayn, touché there.

Harry sat there for a moment. They were currently at lunch and Harry had the perfect view of Y/N. She looked breathtaking even while eating. Harry didn’t think there was one thing she didn’t do that he didn’t find beautiful.

He knew at that moment, he had to go. He had to go to the party but not just because Y/N invited him but because he had a strong feeling he would regret it if he didn’t. 

“Okay, so I will just go and I will make a move.” Harry said nonchalantly, like his idea was no big deal and Zayn immediately choked on his drink, he was now giving Harry a look of fear. “Do not, and I repeat, do not make a move.”

Harry’s thoughts were filled with the different ways for him to try and start a conversation, maybe get her alone to really talk to him about everything. It’s as if Zayn knew exactly what Harry’s mind was doing. 

“She has a boyfriend.” Zayn reminds, the furrow of his brow disapproving of whatever Harry was already planning. “A bad one.” Harry retorted because it was a fact. 

“That — God, do those curls on your head make things hard to get through or what?” Zayn rolled his eyes, picking up his bag of crisps and diving back in. 

Okay, Zayn had a point but I was not about to admit that to his face. That was not how this works. Maybe he was delusional, but as he looked toward Y/N again, her boyfriend stupid arm slung across her shoulders, she looked almost somber. 

Then, their eyes met and Harry’s heart did a little flutter at the soft smile that was directed to him. It seemed genuine and he wanted to put it there every single day. There was no doubt in his mind. He was going to that damn party. 

***

Ten. Harry had tried on ten different outfits and he didn’t even think he had that many to begin with but here he was. He had been texting Zayn pictures of him to help him decide and he was pretty sure Zayn was close to having his head. 

But Zayn had style. It was effortless for him. Harry felt he had to try. Harry went through all of that just to go with something simple. He didn’t know what you wore at parties but he figured clothes in general would suffice. So, a white shirt and black ripped jeans was what he went with. 

Once he made that decision. Not mere moments later he stood in front of the door to Jasmine’s house. Oh the outside it looked like a ghost town. Besides the few cars on the street and in the driveway, it seemed calm but Harry could hear the thump from inside. The sounds of laughter, a bit of chaos maybe. 

He raised his hand and knocked loud enough for someone to hear. Was he even supposed to knock? Probably not. He was probably just supposed to walk in. He was being an idiot already. He reached for the handle but before he could open the door it swung open for him and he was greeted with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. 

“Hey, you came! No Zayn?” Y/N's voice was a bit brighter than usual. Apparently she had loosened up some. Harry was trying his hardest not to stare in any way that was disrespectful but…goddamn. 

The outfit she had decided to wear was low cut and fitting and Harry simply couldn’t breath. “No Zayn. Just me.” Even his voice was a bit breathless. 

Y/N’s eyes turned fond, her smile softening and she looked so welcoming. “Well, that’s alright.” She said as she gestured for him to come in, which he did so promptly. “Did you want a drink?” She asked him and he nodded. 

“Sure, yeah. Beer?” He was trying to remain calm, keep the conversation flowing without trying too hard. She gave a nod. “Follow me.” She beckoned him and he knew he’d follow her anywhere.

Their trek to the kitchen was really eye opening. Harry didn’t know what he expected but it wasn’t  exactly what he thought it would be. Bodies everywhere, dancing, talking, drugs, alcohol is what he expected and there seemed to be some of that, but it was a bit more chill. He liked that. 

“I feel like I never see you at parties.” Y/N said as they finally got to the kitchen, she was already grabbing him a beer and popping it open. He took it with a smile and had himself a small drink before he answered. He decided to be truthful. “I don’t normally go to them.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly but a small smile tugged at her lips, she knew she had to. He wasn’t  here for the party. He could care less about it. “You didn’t have to come, you know?” She tested the waters. 

Harry felt like they were actually having a moment. The way their eyes met, dancing with each other like they knew each other. He smiled to himself, all lopsided but his dimples shined bright. “I know.”

Just as he thought he was getting somewhere because, God, it felt like he was. Just when he was going to take that step forward, deepen the conversation. Here he came. Tall, loud, annoying, Milo. He wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her into him to the point she looked uncomfortable and Harry wanted to punch him in the face, again.

Milo was all laughs and high fives as if he was some sort of celebrity but his eyes glared once they met Harry. “Hey, aren’t you that dickhead who sucker punched me.” Milo pointed at him and Harry raised his brow. 

“Chill, Lo.” Y/N turned more into him to face him and Harry gripped his beer a bit tighter at that. Milo didn’t look too pleased. His voice was stern and firm but his eyes never left Harry. “Did you invite him?”

Harry didn’t like Milo’s tone, or the way he was looking or touching Y/N, like she wasn’t her own person. Like he owned her. He was about to say something when Y/N spoke. 

“I did.” She crossed her arms, stood her ground. Harry smirked.

“Nice. Real nice Y/N.” Milo scoffed and rolled his eyes, storming off to be the center of attention or whatever the fuck he did and Harry couldn’t help but think good riddance.

Y/N sighed softly, her head tiling some as she looked at him, her expression was soft and apologetic and Harry hated to see her like that. “Sorry.” She tried to chuckle as if that was completely normal behavior but maybe to her it was. 

Harry’s brows met together as he finally took that small step forward, sitting his beer down on the counter. “Why are you apologizing?”

She noticed his small stride forward but she didn’t say anything about it. “Milo can be a bit much…” She admitted but there was obviously more to it than that. She knew it. I knew it. 

“I’ve noticed.” Harry’s comment hung in the air for a moment. There was a slight crackle there, a hint that maybe something could spark from this. 

It was then when Y/N took her own step forward, bringing them closer together and Harry had to do everything to stay composed. She was just so close to him, he could see every little detail of her face. Her subtle makeup and how it enhances the things that were already there that made her so naturally beautiful in the first place.

“Why did you do it?” She asked softly and Harry cleared his throat some. “Do what?” He questioned as if he didn’t know what this conversation was about. 

Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes in a way that was playful. “Don’t play stupid.” Y/N’s eyes met his again and Harry felt himself sigh, it wasn’t out of annoyance though, it was over the fact that he knew when she looked at him like that, he couldn’t deny her. Not in the slightest. 

“He was saying things about you—-to you. You don’t deserve to be treated that way.” Harry said softly, he was hesitant, part of him was telling him to reach out, reassure even if it’s just a friendly gesture but he didn’t want to cross a boundary. 

“You don’t even know me.” She whispered and it wasn’t malicious or in ill intent, she seemed cautious, vulnerable almost. Like no one had ever stood up for her before, even if they knew her well. 

“I don’t have to. It's just common decency.”

Y/N opened her mouth to say something but Jasmine's voice boomed over the music that was playing in the background. 

“We’re playing a game!”

Some cheered, some groaned but Harry and Y/N? Just kept eye contact with each other. Both silent, like they were having a private conversation with their eyes. 

“Okay, I don’t have to explain right?” Jasmine asked as the group that were all gathered in a circle. Harry noticed Y/N didn’t sit by her boyfriend. She didn’t sit by Harry either but that's besides the point. 

“You can explain why we are playing it.” Liam, a lad from Harry’s English class came forward with the question. 

Jasmine scoffed, rolled her eyes in full annoyance. “Because it’s fun, come on. You don't even have to do anything – make a friend!” She was too excited for this. 

And what was this? Seven minutes in heaven. A childish dumb game that was either a blessing or a curse depending on the situation. Harry hoped this was a blessing for him. 

He watched as people spun a half drunk bottle of Jack in the middle of the floor and then disappeared for seven minutes. Either coming back looking as they went or disheveled. There was no guessing who took the time to get to know each other friendly or intimately. 

It then was Milo’s turn and Harry glared at him but he noticed that Y/N didn’t make eye contact and when Milo’s spin landed on someone who wasn’t his girlfriend, he smiled. Fucking prick. 

After seven minutes, Milo came out looking just as he went in and for a moment Harry was shocked, maybe he was low, but not that low, but then the girl tipped toed from around him, wiping her smudged lip gloss and Harry could feel his blood boil.

Y/N noticed but she didn’t say anything. Harry wondered if this was a normal occurrence. If this is something he had done before. Or maybe she didn’t care, but that didn’t seem like Y/N. 

Within no time, it was Harry’s turn and he cleared his throat a bit. He sort of thought the game would be over before it even got to him but alas. Here he was. He spun the bottle, eyes glancing around as waited to see just who it would land on. 

As fate would have it, the bottle landed on Y/N and Harry felt his whole body spring to life. She looked at him through those ridiculously long lashes and for a moment he thought he saw a bit of excitement in her eyes. 

“Would you stop bloody staring and get into the closet?” Jasmine groaned out and Harry chuckled softly at her. For something that was her idea, she was really acting like she wanted this to end. 

“You’re not really doing this, right?” Milo spoke from the sidelines, his eyes narrowing. It seemed this was his typical behaviour but apparently it wasn’t Y/N. Made sense. 

Y/N rolled her eyes and then came at him hard. “Didn’t you just go into a closet with someone?” She crossed her arms in front of her chest, the double standard clear and the whole circle were looking between the two at the interaction. 

“Babe, that was different.”

Okay, Harry had enough. He stood, took long strides over to Y/N without any hesitation and he held his hand out to her. This seemed to stop all conversation and Milo looked at him like he was dead meat. 

Didn’t care. He was about to get seven minutes alone with her. Seven whole minutes. Maybe that’s all he needed. 

She took his hand and he smirked before even realizing. Protests could be heard from the meathead, but her? She was the one who led him into the closet. 

Once inside. Every male instinct in him said pounce, but of course, he was respectful. he was not about to make her uncomfortable. 

He watched as she shifted, probably trying to adjust to the darkness like he was and then, a phone light. You laughed and he wanted to kiss her immediately. 

“Sorry—“ She sat her phone down so it illuminated the room. “—Not the biggest fan of the dark.” He smiled at that. So she had a fear of the dark. That’s cute. That’s endearing. That made him wonder if she preferred the lights on in bed. 

What? He is a guy. Sue him. 

“It’s all good. Whatever makes you feel comfortable.” Harry told her sincerely. It was important to him. For her to be comfortable. He’d always honor that. 

“Why are you so sweet, Harry?” Y/N asked suddenly and Harry gave a small shrug. “Don’t reckon I am to most.” And he wasn’t. Harry had Zayn but other than that, he didn’t have many friends. He didn’t mind. He liked to keep to himself. 

Y/N scrunched her nose up some, it was cute. She looked at him like she didn’t believe him, but he understood that. “You are to me.” There it was. The way she pointed out the obvious. “Yes.” And how he always confirmed it without hesitation. 

Harry watched her face change from a sweet smile to a slightly more serious expression. “Why do you like me, Harry?” She asked him in a whisper and Harry had to take a deep breath. He was going to tell her the truth but he had to compose himself first. 

“Why wouldn’t I? Y/N, you’re incredibly beautiful and smart. So fucking smart. You have goals, a future. You know what you want in life and that’s so attractive. Then you’re sweet, I notice. How you treat others and how kind you are. You’re unbelievable in every sense of the word. There’s no way in hell I wouldn’t like you.”

Then, he felt her hands grasping his shirt and then her lips on his and—Oh my god. 

Oh my fucking god. 

You were kissing him and he felt like he took too long to respond because his mind was an absolute fucking wreck. 

You tasted like strawberries and a hint of some type of liquid courage and he was addicted already. The grip she had in his shirt loosened as the kiss went on and he took his time. 

We might only have seven minutes but I’m going to treat it like we had a lifetime. He let one of his hands take her by the waist to pull her in closer. Flush. His other hand cupped the nape of her neck and he swore he heard her make a noise and he had to fight every single urge running through his body. 

Your lips were soft but they kissed fiercely and he liked that. It wasn’t as sweet as he wanted our first kiss to be but it was passionate. Then, her tongue graced his lip and he fucking melted. 

You knew what she wanted and that confidence was something else. A turn on. No, seriously. His jeans were fucking tight. He licked into her mouth like he was on a mission to memorize it. Then he heard it again. Yeah, that was definitely a moan. And he wanted to hear it again. 

He moved then, shifting us, pressing her against something, anything. Finally when she was pressed against the wall, he was able to slot his leg between hers and he knew she could feel him. There was a soft gasp from her, but she smiled into the kiss. 

Although, he could kiss her lips all day and never complain. He wanted more. Needed, actually. And he had no idea how much longer we had before this moment was ripped away from us.  His lips moved over the curve of her jaw, to her ear where he nipped at her earlobe and caused her to suck in a breath. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He whispered into her ear and she dug her nails into his back and why couldn’t this be as many minutes as he wanted in heaven. Because those minutes would be forever.

“Harry..” You whispered and there was a slight warning there but there was also desire and he could feed off of it. His lips were on her neck now and her hands were in his hair, tugging, gripping. He was nearly lost. 

Until. 

His back hit the opposite wall so fast and he was very confused. However, the confusion was quickly replaced with understanding once he heard the twist of the door knob. Their time was over. 

“You two look like you couldn’t get farther away from each other.” Jasmine said and he smirked instantly, but he looked away to try and hide it. Y/N shot him a glare. Harry thinks he is actually in love with her. 

“Can we leave or is this our new home?”

Jasmine rolled her eyes but she stepped aside and they both walked out. He couldn’t lie. He was on cloud nine. They just made out. Like properly made out. Sure it was in a closet and not the way he had envisioned it. But it happened. And she enjoyed it. Does that mean it will happen again?

“Sorry you got stuck in the closet with such a delinquent.” Milo was practically standing right around the corner waiting for them. He had this look on his face that only screamed bad news. Harry was really sick of this guy. 

“Milo.” There was a clear warning in her voice this time. Not like in the closet. No, he was wearing her thin “Can we go?” She snapped and Milo looked offended. 

“No, the party hasn’t even started yet!” He truly sounded like a brat and Harry had to step in. He just had to. “I’ll take you.” He spoke up and bothe Milo and Y/N’s head turned toward him in shock. 

Milo let out a chuckle and moved to mask Y/N some. “Not a chance, bruv.” He said and Harry was trying to mentally prepare himself for a fight. 

“Okay.” Came a soft voice that belonged to Y/N as she stepped from behind her boyfriend. Milo looked at her like he was seeing double. 

“What?!” Milo’s voice even sounded like it jumped an octave but Y/N stood her ground. Reaching out, she took Harry by the arm and pulled herself to his side. 

“I said I wanted to go home. I’m going.”

That was final. And that’s how Y/N ended up next to him in his car as he drove them to her home. It was silent for a moment during the ride, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt a bit necessary to fully process what happened. Not just between them but the whole night. 

“It's the house on the corner still, right? Off Shade Hollow?” Harry asked after a beat and Y/N shot him a bit of an impressed look. “How do you know that?” She questioned and Harry bit his lip. 

He felt like he could feel himself almost blush at what he was about to say next. He shifted a bit before he cleared his throat. “Year six your mom made you throw an all inclusive birthday party. I came.” Laughter then filled the car. “Of course you did.”

Harry glanced at her at that, his smile widening some. “You don’t sound surprised.” He acknowledged as turned his attention back to the road but before he looked away he was sure he saw her smile slightly falter. 

“Nothing can phase me after tonight.” Her voice came out soft as she spoke and Harry pursed his lips together, his shoulders relaxing some as he was nearing her house. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked and she scoffed immediately, “What? My infidelity?” She rolled her eyes but closed her eyes and sighed after. As if she was displacing her anger and she was trying to compose herself. 

“He’s not good to you, Y/N.”

“That doesn’t justify it.”

“He was literally in that same closet making out with some girl.”

“And I was no different.”

“I don’t — regret it Harry, I just need to figure some stuff out.”

“I’ll give you that.”

And he did. He gave her time. 

Two weeks to be exact. In the meantime, telling Zayn about everything was pretty funny considering he sat there with his mouth wide open as if Harry was lying about every single word. 

“She kissed you?”

“Yes.”

“You kissed her?”

“Yes.”

“You made out?”

“Properly.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

That was the conversation in a nutshell. 

Things have been happening and Harry has been noticing. Y/N and Milo have been seen less together, and rumors have started about a possible break up. Everything was solidified when the meathead himself walked down the hallway with a new girl on his arm. 

Harry was the happiest he’s ever been. 

He was ecstatic when he and Zayn walked outside after the last bell and saw Y/N leaned against Zayn’s car. Harry started to smack Zayn’s shoulder while Zayn just laughed at Harry’s reaction. He nearly tumbled down the stairs. 

“She’s there.”

“I see.”

“I should go.”

“You should.”

Harry nodded and then turned back to face Y/N, she was now sporting some small like e were in some fucking rom com and he just wanted to run up and kiss her senseless.

He tried to walk down the stairs confidently, but his smile gave him away. He was looking at her like she was the only girl in the world and she was giving this warm smile that made his chest tighten. 

“Hey.” He spoke once his feet were planted before her. 

“Hey.” She cooed, glancing behind Harry at Zayn momentarily. “He mind if I steal you for a bit?” She asked with this look that said she knew the answer already. He didn’t even look at Zayn. “He doesn’t mind.”

Then, he was in her car, foot tapping against the floor board. She was wearing this easy smile like she felt free. It was beautiful. 

They were going to her place. Her parents were out and his brain couldn’t stop repeating the words she whispered in his ear. I can’t wait to be alone with you.

Oh, he was so fucked.

“Sorry it took a while, I have some…terms to come to, I guess.” She whispered softly as they neared her home and Harry’s heart felt like it could fall out of his chest. 

“No, no. I’m happy you took the time you needed. I want you to be ready for this, not scared of this.” Harry’s voice held a gentle tone and Y/N appreciated that. She smiled, it was warm like her. 

Harry could only describe what happened next as a rush. Car was parked, the front door unlocked. Harry might have gotten a small glance of the entryway before Y/N lips were on his and suddenly that was all he could think about.

His jacket came off first, it landed somewhere in the couch, shoes were kicked off at the bottom of the stairwell and then her lips parted from his, soft pants filling the air around them as they stared into each other's eyes, knowing exactly what was about to happen. 

Y/N gave him a smile and took his hand, leading him up to her room, his heart thudding in his chest. He felt like all his dreams were coming true at once. 

Harry wanted to look around the room. To see where Y/N felt the most comfortable. To get to know her on a more personal level but as soon as he pulled that door closed behind him. His focus and attention were solely on her. 

Before she could even turn around Harry stepped behind her, his hand find her hip, his finger slipping underneath the hem of her shirt just to lightly brush the skin there, he leaned his head down, starting to press soft kisses to Y/N’s neck, she immediately tilted to give him more access and he watched with half-lidded eyes as hers closed completely. 

She Looked like elegance and Harry couldn’t believe just how lucky he was at that moment. His hand slipped further up her shirt as the little noises that started to escape her mouth edged Harry on. Her hand was now in his hair and he was sure she could feel his heartbeat against her back . But if it was any indication from the way she was breathing, her heart was beating just as fast. 

Then Y/N turned to face him, his eyes going directly to hers just to see them dark with lust and a hint of something else that made his skin tingle and his chest tighten. There was more to this than meets the eyes and they both knew that.

She reached down to remove her shirt and Harry couldn’t control his eyes as they immediately dropped, his breath caught in his throat as delicate lace covered the skin he had dreamed about. He followed pursuit, taking off his own shirt and he heard her audible gasp, even if it was soft. He smirked.

Harry watched as Y/N reached to unbutton her jeans and he closed the small gap between them. His hand covering hers. “Please, let me.” His voice was low, rough, raspy and he didn’t even recognize his own voice for a moment. She swallowed but nodded, moving her hands. You couldn’t cut the tension in the room with a knife. It clung to the air and coated over them. 

His hands moved slowly, his eyes watching her reaction, the way her chest heaved with each breath, even the way her thighs squeezed together a bit as he pulled her jeans down. She was ready for him and fuck was he ready for her too. 

He kissed along her thighs and she let out small shaky breaths that sounded like symphonies. “Harry.” She exhaled and you guessed it, he was done for. 

It was like something primal engaged inside of him and next thing he knew, he was standing and picking her up and throwing her on the bed, his body coming to nestle perfectly between her legs and his lips were on hers in a way that made her whimper. 

His jeans couldn’t come off fast enough, near damn painful from just how hard he was. And now they were both in their underwear and Harry never thought this would happen. He never thought he would be running his hands down her body, feeling the soft skin and subtle curves and dips. 

Never thought he would be snaking those same hands around her back to unclasp her bra and kiss down her body like he was on a fucking mission. And he was. He was damned determined to make her feel like she has never before. 

Harry pressed lightly into her skin as his finger tips ran up her torso to grasp her breast and then the room was suddenly filled with soft moans that only got louder as his lips came in contact with her hard nipple. 

He felt her fingers curled in his hair and she would light scratch and pull and that was enough to make Harry groan against her skin. He kept moving down. Dying to have her on his taste buds. Needing her in a way that was nearly feral. 

Before he knew it he was face to face with her core and Y/N was letting out little whines as soon as his lips left her. But the sight was something he had to see. Cotton was a bold choice because it left no room to hide. She was dripping. He licked his lips, the happiest grin on his face. Like he was a kid in a candy store. 

When the fabric was finally removed, Harry knew what to do. His head was buried nearly immediately, his arms wrapping around her thighs and pulling her to him, her legs over his shoulders. She wasn’t going anywhere. He’d be here for hours if she’d let him. 

As soon as he tasted her, he was hooked. Not only to her, but just how loud she got from only one stroke of his tongue and the quicker it moved, the louder she got.

His eyes were glued to her. One of her hands in his hair, the other pressing against the headboard and she tried to get closer to him. Her head was kicked back, eyes closed, face contorted in pure pleasure and if Harry didn’t have other plans, he would’ve come then and there untouched just from the sight.

Y/N started clawing at his shoulders, her body a mess, already having little spasms underneath him. “Harry, please.” She sounded desperate and he found he absolutely loved it. She kept going. 

“I need you.” A moan. “Inside.” A sharp intake. “Of me.” A whisper. 

That was it. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He felt a noise ripple from the back of his throat, near close to a growl and climbed over her. She had a light sheen of sweat coating her, giving her a glow that Harry had to memorize.

“Condoms in the top drawer.” She informed him, it took him less than a second to retrieve it, only a few to push his briefs down and kick them to the floor and just a bit longer to rip open the condom and slid it on. All the while Y/N was letting little giggles escape her which was causing Harry’s dimples to show from the grin he had on his face. “Shut up.” He mumbled, he knew he looked eager. 

“Hey.” He heard her soft voice as she turned his head to look at her. She kissed him, soft and sweet and almost too much for him right now. “I’m happy we’re doing this.” She whispered against his lips. 

“Yeah?” He asked, her words were music to his ears as their lips stayed softly tangled with each other’s. “Yeah.” She whispered and before Harry knew it, those soft kisses and whispers led to him back between her legs, those same legs hooked over his hips and the tip of his cock positioned at her entrance. 

When it happened, Harry saw heaven. He had to stop his eyes from rolling into the back of his head because he had to watch her. The look on her face was priceless and he wanted this to be his view every morning, afternoon, evening, and night.

His thrusts were slow, deep and demanding. Eliciting a noise with each thrust, his fingers were digging into her hip, his own soft moans intertwining with hers. They really did sound beautiful together. Nails were scratching down his back where heels were pressing into and his pace quickened. 

“So beautiful, keep making those sounds for me, love.” Harry whispered as he head hung in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin. His words came out hot and passionate, “Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve thought about this. You feel even better than I imagined so tight, warm and perfect.” 

That seemed to have done something because the next thing Harry knew Y/N’s hips were moving to meet his and she was saying his name like a prayer. Fuck, she was close and damn it, he was too. 

Harry shifted his weight to one hand beside her head while his other hand slipped between them, his thumb finding her clit and working the bundle of nerves to bring her over the edge. And boy, did it. 

The sight before him was forever burned into the back of his head along with a noise of pure ecstasy that he wished could be his ringtone. It was beautiful enough to be. 

Her eyes rolled back, nails dug in hard enough that Harry hissed, and the literal scream that erupted from her. Well, what man’s ego could ever recover from that?

“Fuck, fuck!” Harry panted, trusts erratic, the sounds of skin against skin filled the air and then, with a shudder that he will never forget, Harry buried himself deep inside her wasn’t released into the condom, a string of curses and her name falling from his parted lips as his eyes squeezed shut. 

Harry was in complete bliss, that is until he heard soft giggles below him. His brows furrowed, his eyes opening slowly to look down at Y/N’s glowing and smiling face. 

“Excuse me?” Harry acted like he was offended but his completely blissed out smile gave him away fully. His voice was a bit shaky as he tried to catch his breath. That just made her giggle more and he suddenly found it unfair that she was able to breath so easily while he felt like he just ran a marathon.

“You have a cute cum face.” She poked his cheek where his dimple would be and like magic it appeared, along with a grin. “Oh, bloody hell.” Harry groaned as he carefully pulled out, his muscles aching but he didn’t mind. 

It wasn’t his first rodeo, he pulled off the condom, Y/N held up the bin that she conveniently kept next to her bed and he tossed it inside. They really made a good team. 

Harry made himself comfortable in the bed before he pulled Y/N into his chest, his chin atop her head and a smile that couldn’t be erased off of either of their faces. 

“Ya’know. I’ve liked you for a while now.” Harry whispered into the air. His confession, if you could even call it that, was met with laughter. 

“Yeah, no shit.”

[victusinveritas]

Wait, what?

This guy [center, tall, wild-eyed crazy bastard, not wearing a hat]? She's related to this guy? I mean, we can't help where we come from, only what we do now, but...like anyone encouraging her to restore the Mongolian Empire is...whooooo-boy. One of the good things the Soviets did was put a bullet in his batshit-as-fuck head. I mean they could have just let him wander Siberia continuing to be an absolute laugh riot as long as he didn't have a way to murder people. Twitter is evil, but if you want the full post with some video content from Tiktok added, go for it. One comment sums up everything fairly well: "I'm not sure I've seen a post lately that more fully captures the weirdness of the last 100 years. From the Bloody Baron to Matcha girl wearing ear buds. My head is spinning." Yeah that...that's pretty much it. This is actually a good video response from a Match girl wearing earbuds. Like I wouldn't really try to paint him as a figure with redeeming features, but...I get it. If I had family dating back to the 10th century (I mean, we all do, that's kinda how people work, we all go back to a few people in a cave that decided to hump and then keep that cave-born humpspawn alive), I'd probably attempt to handwave away a war crime or two by saying "Well, he did some good things."

Just imagine Pravda writing up "Well, we decided to catch up with old Comrade Baron Roman NF von Ungern-Sternberg in Tuva this week. How's it going Comrade-Baron?"

CB-RNFvUS: "It's Khanrade Baron, you Red bastards, I keep telling you in my letters. [Editor: Missives sent entirely on birchbark attached to sparrows, remarkably they reach our offices fairly often, we just don't read them because we think it is funny not to.] I know the difference. I have arranged a choir of Young Khanate Throat-Singers to sing my glory wherever I go so that the fine citizens from Omsk to Chita may know of my exploits. I have also determined that I should also reclaim the Byzantine Empire from the Turks, and recruited a company of Pontic Greeks and Maniots to help me in this endeavor." [Editor: He will, of course, not be allowed to leave Siberia, but it we have given him a broken compass and it will probably take him a while to realize that. This was on the suggestion of Comrade (Ivan Nikolayevich Redactedov, shot in the name of the People before going to press), and caused a merry chuckle around the offices.] He was seen by some Mongolians as a reincarnation of a god of war (Really, dive into the guy's Wikipedia if nothing else, it's...a ride.). So that's, you know, who you want as a leader, especially one who tortures and murders so much that his own commanders (nominal) and subordinates (also nominal) kinda back away from him because he's absolutely bonkers. Any of his biographies are worth reading, but my preferred one is by The Bloody White Baron by James Palmer. However, Hopkirk's Setting the East Ablaze: on Secret Service in Bolshevik Asia is also a riveting read. If you want a look at RNFvUS, check out Buddha's Little Finger (Clay Machine Gun in the UK, Chapayev and Void in Russia) by Viktor Pelevin. Even there, in a full on surrealist romp through the Russian Civil War, he's toned down a bit from the historical figure.

Side note: I know there are Habsburgs and Bonapartes running around today, and I think that's kinda awesome, and I like that some of them are tech savvy. Even Eddy Habs on Twitter is entertaining.

[rinsfanfics01]

Musing Monday

I was tagged by: @chococara25. Thank you for forcing me to work on this today 😂

Post 1, Post 2, Post 4

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“Good night, mijo. I'll see you in the morning.” Eddie said as the boy headed down the hallway. Once he could no longer hear the sound of his son’s footsteps he grabbed the box again. Now, with no distractions, he was able to open it.

At first he had no idea what he was looking at. There was messily put together gift tissue and random pieces shoved into this small box. As he pulled it out he realised he was looking at a pink portable CD player. There was also headphones that had been placed at the bottom of the box. Also included was a CD in a case with Buck’s messy writing on the CD itself. It almost reminded him of mixtapes.

So, with more effort than he'd like to admit, Eddie got everything set up. He even figured out how to plug the player in himself. During this time he also found a custom made map of Los Angeles. One with a grid and stars on random points. If he hadn't known it was from Buck before the map would have given him away.

“Okay, Buck. Let's see what you got for me.” Eddie huffed as he put the headphones on.

“Hey, it's Buck-Evan Buckley. No need to adjust the volume on whatever it is you're listening to this on. It's me, live and in stereo. Except this time, there are no return engagements, no encore, and absolutely no request.”

Eddie quickly hit pause, not fully wanting to believe what he was hearing.

“This better not be what I think it is.” Eddie whispered to himself. He couldn't let Chris overhear any of this if it was. Hell, he'd rather his son not find out about this at all. Still, there was a small part of him that needed him to know. So, to satisfy his curiosity he hit play again.

“You might as well sit down, get comfy. It's uh you're gonna be here a while. Cause I'm going to tell you about my life. Or-or at least how this one is ending.”

Eddie wanted to roll his eyes hit the wording stopped him. How this one ended? Did that mean Buck-

“Don't worry, I'm not gonna commit suicide or something as crazy. That's not what this is. This is me telling you, all of you, why I'm leaving. Cause if you received this then you're one of the reasons why.”

At this Eddie had to hit pause again. What the fuck did he mean by that? He left and all he left behind was a damn CD that told them why? What, he couldn't face them like a man? Typical Buck, running away from his problems instead of facing them on like an adult. Eddie had half a mind to just toss the CD and be done with it. Yet, that one part of him wanted to know. Maybe if he knew, he could find Buck. Force him to come back. So, against his better judgment, Eddie hit play once again.

“Well, most of you. There are two of you on here that didn't actually do anything to me directly. You sadly got pulled in because the actual person who did the damage can't receive this.”

He couldn't help but perk up at this. Maybe he was one of the two. Though the likelihood of that was slim. He had no idea what Hen or Chimney could have done. Nor Maddie for that instance. There was no way they didn't receive a copy of this.

“Either way those people, and the rest of you, will all appear somewhere on this CD. I won't be telling you where you pop up. Don't worry though, you will be popping up if you got my package.”

Now that one had Eddie pausing again. One because he had no idea why he hadn't assumed he could not be on this. Then again, Buck wouldn't go through the trouble of sending this to him if he didn't want Eddie to hear it. Still, it was weird that there were thirteen tracks on this thing. Well, fourteen if he counted this one. At least that's what the numbers that had been written on the CD.

“The rules here are easy. There are only two. You listen, and you pass it on. Hopefully neither are easy for you. If I wanted it to be easy then I would have written individual notes. When you are done listening to all fourteen tracks, this one included, you will put the CD back into its case and repackage it along with the portable player. A friend of mine will collect it from you and pass it on. Don't worry, it shouldn't take too long to listen. After all, it is only 13 stories out of 97 acts.”

Eddie wanted to be mad at the dig. If he had thought he had been mistakenly given this, he didn't anymore. Fucking Buck, exploiting their business again. He should have seen this coming. After all, isn't this the same thing he did at the lawsuit?

“It's okay, laugh. Don't worry if you don't get it, you will soon enough. Oh, and if you want to get interactive I have added a map. If you're so inclined then you can see the locations of these tales. All you'll have to do is follow the stars.”

Eddie glanced over at the map and opened it again. Couldn't he have just emailed them the gps coordinates? Or not done this at all? Typical Buck, not making things easy on them. How were they supposed to go out and drive to all of these places? Didn't he think about the fact they had families? Did he think about this at all?

“Before you go thinking this is one of my impulsive moves, don't. I've been planning on leaving for over a year. The CD is a one last attempt to make you see me. If you all listen and you all follow my rules, then maybe we have a chance of keeping this family together. Or don't, what would I know? I'm not there. If you want me to come back though, do as I request. Remember, I have friends keeping an eye on things.”

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Nominating: @s3tm3onfir3 , @ladyeyrewrites, and @autisticbucktommy

[plaidos]

i knew you wouldn't post the clarifying message as it displays how much you projected your own shit. white trans women are white women are people who can cause harm through fragility, unless you think all white trans women are viewed as men by society / aren't women / their whiteness is just negated cos they're trans? i blame whiteness for both the girls that raped me but you want me to erase our trans identities too? and think there's nothing there about them being white trans women vs. me being a brown trans man? the axis of power shift, it's not always some downstream, and what i'm trying to say, is you can harm other trans people too! you act like trans women are only ever victims, and it's just crazy to negate things like race and class when it comes to shit like this.

also, i don't fuck with white trans men, either. lol way to assume? and WHAT LABOR? these black and brown women are my FRIENDS you twat. i think you must actually hate tme trans people lol you cannot listen without projecting your own paranoia

you argue in serious bad faith ✌️ hope you're able to deal with your nervous system some day

it's so funny to just watch u say i argue in bad faith when you told me "i was triggered". you literally didn't send a "clarifying message" for me to post and have entirely hallucinated viewpoints i don't have and have repeatedly expressed the opposite of.

also... i never made a comment about your friends and "labor"? i dont know how to tell you that youre literally just making things that i dont think, havent said & dont believe up completely from your mind and then getting mad at me for saying them. even though i didn't. im sorry youre just literally an insane person who is making up things ive never said 😭😭😭😭😭😭 please stop having a little mantrum in my inbox and go play with some race car toys or something

[whileinthe80s]

THE OLD GUARD 2 ❤️‍🩹

First thoughts

I DON'T THINK I'LL EVER RECOVER FROM THAT ENDING IT FELT LIKE MY HEART STOPPED OR SOMETHING. That aside.I can say it was an overall enjoyable watch but that's not enough yall. Had to turn a blind eye on some major unsatisfying plot points. Im glad that everyone had a decent amount of time on screen. Not a lot of complaints there.

Booker dying was fucking horrible and Andy had to watch!!? that shit was heartwrenching, but it was totally expected from booker. I knew he was gonna pull some shit like that the moment he got that immortal lore from Tuah. It's sad to see booker go but he TRULY AND FINALLY made his choice. It would have been nice to see him take his time with it though. His reality to him was a hellscape so what he did feels fitting. It did feel a bit rushed (like every thing else in the movie) because its something I knew he would do but it really didn't have to happen so quick. Especially after they've decided to leave the story unfinished. Could've given the man some time with it.

Tuah is great. he's only really a segway for the immortal history plot line so that's about it.

JOE AND NICKY MY SWEET SWEET JOE AND NICKY.. I was honestly just extremely happy to see them again. Love that they were being goofy. Love that Nickys immediate instinct when Joe said he wanted to be alone was to follow him because he knew when he was hiding something. I think that's a nice little acknowledgement of they're centuries together because I believe if Joe was saying he wanted sometime alone to just be by himself nicky would know that too. (Nicky would probably also know that Joe would never even want such a thing as to "be alone" sooo). The conversation they had about them possibly ending was cool. Wish it was a bit longer though.( or its probably just me never having enough joexnicky). Them driving was HOT. Had to say it like damn.

ANDROMAQUYNH IS HEREE!!...I enjoyed their developments. Totally would have loved to see how Quynh navigated her rage if she hadn't immediately connected with Discord. But Discord found her so i guess that was never meant to happen. (Andy getting her immortality back is great and all now who's gonna give it to Quynh🫠. The whole transferring immortality thing is crazy af tbh.)

Discord feels a bit unfinished. Like how did she lose her immortality. The whole shift in the story of immortality itself is quiet unsteady tbh. Like do you only ever lose your immortality if you get wounded by the last immortal? If that's the case, Lykon???. Or is their initial concept of death coming unexpectedly to all living things still on the table and the thing with the last immortal just speeds up the process.

Nile is still cool af. Love to see her taking charge. Her finding a Weapon was cool!!. But again there really wasn't much room in the movie for any deep personal development moments. Something was always going on so we missed out on that from Nile aswell.

There's a lot left unanswered and the movie just ended at THE most worrying point. Really for a second thought i could see the fam in a happy ending (minus booker💔). They took that from us.

I'm just suppppper happy they're back. And I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the movie. Sure it has some rough edges and were allowed to be upset about these characters that we love but honestly I'm good. Our worst case scenario has been averted. It sucks that we've waited 5 years and now we have to wait again for god knows how long. ( maybe we won't even have to wait if neflix chooses to not renew it for a third🤡 but honestly who the fuck leaves a franchise like in a fully unfinished state. they MUST renew it right right right????!??!? can't even call it a cliffhanger its simply an unfinished story so they must.)

[titaneus]

"It's not—Well I wouldn't say it's entirely uncommon." She couldn't help but chuckle at his question. Of course he wouldn't know, but it was surprisingly cute that he would ask her. "It happens to regular humans too so don't worry too much about it."

Tania wasn't quite sure what caused the frame to give out, was it on its last legs before they even got here? Or was the quality surprisingly poor? It's very possible he could have been going too hard, but she wasn't sure since her body was so lost in the pleasure.

It was something to keep in mind of for the future, just because she can take it doesn't mean the bed can. "Next time we'll have to make sure we get a bed that can keep up with the power of an arrancar." If one even exited. Would there be a next time? God she could only hope so.

"Yeah I'm ok just—Feel so full..." She admits after she takes in a deep breath. It took her a bit to focus but she was able to relax her inner walls to allow herself accommodate this new position, but of course there was still a still tight grip around his length. Now that she had a second to regain some control she could actually feel how full she was with him all the way inside of her in this position. Even after his first orgasm he was still so big and with them just sitting there it felt like her walls were molding around him so it would fit only his shape.

"Please?" Her voice unintentionally came out needy and desperate. Her face burns with embarrassment briefly before she rests her forehead against his shoulder blade in a feeble attempt to hide it. "S-sorry um—You just feel so good inside me and I think I might go crazy if you pull out of me right now...."

There were a few options in the room they could go. there was the couch, it wasn't too big but should be enough to fit the both of them. Or they could try and make something work on the love seat.... There was also the coffee—No they'd break that easily. Honestly she could see him holding her up by her waist as he fucked her standing with how strong he was.... It certainly would be hot if he did. "I'll let you pick which piece of furniture you want to destroy next."

"Good, I'm glad to hear that," Grimmjow's voice was edged with that guttural sound even more obviously due to how hard they were already going. She'd told him to let go and so he was getting started doing so.

Just a bit more speed and power. Not too much. She was still {mostly} human.

It was wild for him to think that he was inside an establishment meant for people to have sex in, having sex with someone himself. He'd never thought about doing such a thing before her and likely not any time after, either. He may simply just want HER and nobody else. He wasn't human or a 'typical guy' who would fuck someone and then never see them again.

When the two legs snapped and she grappled into him, he wrapped an arm around her, holding her so she didn't fly off over his head or something. Landing on the floor from where they were likely wouldn't be very fun regardless of her healing ability. "That not common?"

Yeah, he'd just asked her that, he wouldn't know if it was common or not, not until she told him anyway. There was something pretty funny about it happening to the two of them.

Maybe he was going a bit too hard?

They had seemingly been pretty into their session so maybe he'd gone a bit too hard a bit too quickly and the frame snapped under the pressure or something along those lines. It's not like he'd ever done such a thing with someone before and he wasn't weak by any stretch of the imagination so he was completely unaware of how weak some human made bed frames could be.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm more concerned about ya." Mostly because he wasn't sure how comfortable their current position was for her, and she felt tighter in it, too. He wouldn't know if that was normal or not. When she said they should probably get off the bed before they broke it more he'd agree.

He could stand up while holding her if she couldn't get up herself. He had no issue doing so. "Ya can hold onto me if ya want, I can get up while stayin' inside ya. Pretty sure I can, anyway." He was more than strong enough and she didn't exactly weigh a whole lot. She was light yet curvy and the more he looked at her the prettier he found her to be.

[kalied0skull]

no no, yeah, everything's fine mom, we're all good, I'm just feeling a little crazy as i talk to my mutual about the au that came to me in a vision

no yeah, no, we're having tons of fun, yeah. good stuff... good stuff...

anyways, i gotta, uh, get off the phone now, so i can think about this fucking au for the next 10 hours straight

alright, yeah, love you

holds out the pages of drawing ideas i have in my hands confusedly

[wcrstbehavior]

Cameron had never felt more fucking sure of anything in his entire life before. Sutton's words were still ringing in his ears, burrowing their way into the part of him he usually kept locked up tight. I never could. I'm not going anywhere. You're not losing me again. He knew she meant it. He could see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice. And the way her legs stayed wrapped around him, like she didn't want even an inch of space between them... That was all the proof he needed. He was still breathing heavy as he held her, forehead pressed to hers, one hand cradling the back of her head like he could shield her from the entire damn world. The bakery was quiet again. The chaos of what they'd just done was fading into something slower and softer, like maybe this wasn't just one reckless afternoon in a string of old regrets. Maybe this was something they could still save. His thumb gently brushed her cheek, his other hand still anchored to her hip, like if he let go, she'd disappear. "You say you'd never expect me to promise anything, but the truth is, I want to. I want you there, Sunny. Not just here, but with me. Wherever I go." He hesitated for half a second, the weight of it all hitting him at once — he was getting swept up in the moment, of the past. But fuck it, he'd already crossed every line there was. He wasn't going to lie to either of them now. "I want you to come back to Cincinnati with me." The words left him with a mix of urgency and awe, like even he couldn't believe he was saying it out loud, but also like he'd never meant anything more. "I know it's crazy, I know we've barely scratched the surface of what went wrong before. But I don't want to leave here and go back to pretending like you're not all I think about. I don't want to go back to a city full of noise if you're not in it." His heart was beating so loud he was scared Sutton could hear it, but he wasn't taking it back. No chance in hell. "If you say no, I'll understand. I swear I will. But I had to ask, because if there's even a chance... If there's any version of this where I get to wake up to you, see you across the room, in the stands at a home game, or to just know you're in the same city as me? I want that. I want you." Cameron leaned in again, pressing his lips to her jaw this time, then just below her ear. "You don't have to decide today. We can be just us right now, like you said. But when the time comes... I want you to come with me."

sutton knew that in the end it was her words that sent him over the edge, that gave him the okay to stay exactly where he was, and it was something she hadn't known she had been missing until right now. the familiar warmth had spread through her, and the only thing sutton could do was rock her hips against him, moaning as he rode out the orgasm, her body never stilling until his had as well. she missed this, missed him. no matter how much the girl had spent years trying to convince herself that she hated him, never wanted to see him again, and wanted nothing to do with him, it was wrong - the fact of the matter was that while she could never get him out of her brain, she also hadn't wanted to. his forehead rested against hers as they had both started to come down from the their high, clarity coming back to her as she realized just how public this had been in the bakery. thankfully, when she looked around there was nobody watching them, but it also hadn't made her move away from him either, her legs still wrapped around his body, wanting to savor this closeness for as long as she could.

his touch was soft, hands on either side of her face almost as if he was trying to memorize every single inch. sutton hadn't let her gaze fall from him, the softness of the moment never lost on her even as his lips found hers once more. ❝ i never stopped either. ❞ the blonde finally spoke, her own hand coming up to rest against his. ❝ no matter how hard i tried, i never could. ❞ she had said at the start of this that even if he could only give her one day she would be okay with it, and when the words left her lips sutton knew it was a lie. she'd never get enough, and now that she'd had a taste of him again it was only going to be worse. ❝ i'm not going anywhere. ❞ and she meant it, even if he did literally have a life in another city. ❝ i would never expect you to make that same promise. you have so much going for you, people depend on you, and i would never let you walk away from that. ❞ nor, would she ever be able to forgive herself for that if it happened. ❝ you're not losing me again. ❞ honestly, she knew that if he asked her to come along, she would - even if she didn't have the heart to say that right now.   ❝ we don't have to worry about that right now. right now, this is just you and me, and that's all that i need. we can forget about the rest of the world for today, just be us? ❞ 

[very-super-silly]

I HATE JOHN WALKER I HATE JOHN WALKER I HATE JOHN WALKER I HATE JOHN WALKER I HATE JOHN WALKER I HATE JOHN WALKER I HATE JOHN WALKER I HATE JOHN WALKER I HATE JOHN WALKER I HATE JOHN WALKER I HATE JOHN WALKER I HATE JOHN WALKER I HATE JOHN WALKER I HATE JOHN WALKER I HATE JOHN WALKER I HATE

[riteliso]

Okay you lecherous whore

Every frame of this is wonderful and has a different expression but I can't give you all of them okay

The skip one frame button in VLC by default is E so if you wanna watch along like THAT much of a weirdo, there's your power

ALSO bringing Catra back to Brightmoon would be SUCH a bad fucking idea for so many reasons

a) she's gonna get out and now have information about Brightmoon

b) Adora-- just, EVERYTHING about ALL of that would be SUCH A FUCKING PAIN FOR EVERYONE INVOLVED, ESPECIALLY YOU AND BOW,

and c) she would scratch open every fucking bit of furniture you love

I think she does actually feel an extremely minimal amount of empathy here

EXTREMELY minimal, she's mostly gloating that "I'm treating your friend better than you and making it sound like I'm torturing her god I'm so smart"

But she also does hate these mfs and believes they abandon people like it's their fucking job

Also, prolly should have noted earlier, they tied her up with vines AFTER the rope and I guess that's either meant to represent that they needed her legs free or that they wanted her to be more secure so they took the time to tie her up more properly

There were times watching She-ra with my girl where Catra would do something and then my girlfriend would look over and glare at ME as if I did something wrong

Not saying that's relevant here, but it's unfair, right

Her ears wiggle to show she can hear from far away

And then she makes this face because she fucking LOVES being a nuisance

She's not JUST gloating here, she's also getting Glimmer far away enough that saving Bow in a second here is gonna take more of her energy.

But also she's gloating here, she doesn't have any friends, the only power she believes in is girls being balls deep in each-other

But she's wrong, that's not the only power

There's also the power of romance

And then below that is violence

And then you reach friendship

Okay so they know enough about Adora's life before to ask about this, which is good since it's been a month since we last saw the crew

Catra's face hardens and softens like 8 times before she hisses

HOW MUCH OF THE BUDGET FOR THIS ENTIRE SERIES ENDS UP GOING INTO CATRA'S FACE ANYWAY BECAUSE SO FAR IT'S FEELING LIKE A SOLID 25%

This guy is an absolute sucker

Do NOT let this kind of girl hit you with the "good to know"

When I broke up with my high school girlfriend and she was-- I don't know WHAT the fuck her plan was, but she was talking about how good I was at kissing, I just replied with "good to know"

Is this like a universal lesbian experience, are girls just weird to other girls and tell each-other how good they are at kissing growing up, or is my hell more specific and designed to give me VERY specific complexes and intimacy issues

Can you believe my girlfriend glared at me during this scene too what's her fucking problem

I guess they were too busy having already faceplanted to see her faceplant

Also I'm sure you're paying ENOUGH attention, but this season is where we start setting up their rivalry

Can you believe Catra is able to have a non romantic rivalry isn't that crazy

I ain't saying non-SEXUAL or with no ATTRACTION, I'm saying non romantic don't get it twisted, I'm sure there'll be some suspicious glances or something I don't remember

SEASON 2

Hey sorry to everyone who hates how long that last post is when you're looking for fanart and shipping tidbits instead of a dissertation

But here's another

Shut the fuck up

ALRIGHT SO

we cold open on violence and fighting to bring us back into the setting, and we're quickly introduced to a miscellaneous status quo change that throws some people off

Frosta is nice now

Some people I've seen, it throws them off enough that the show kinda loses them, and I can understand that.

This is a show that lives by strong character writing, so an immediate tonal shift DOES feel strange. I'm not gonna deny that, and I'm not gonna say that the version of Frosta we get for the next little while isn't my least favourite version of her.

I think we end UP with a happy median. Where she's childlike, but she takes things seriously, and doesn't like to be talked down to. That's why she makes such a good character foil for Micah. I personally believe that's her at her best, but she also had a very strong introduction, so I can't BLAME people for getting attached to that version of the character, and disappointed when they take things in a different direction.

It's strange, and it's something that this show doesn't really-- DO. I get that it can be explained away in universe with her putting on a brave and uncaring and rough exterior for the ball she was hosting, but we also literally JUST saw her at the very end of season 1 and she was acting the same.

It's not a bad change, this version of her is fine, but it's unusual and in a perfect world the transition between the season 1 version of her and the version we end up with as the character gets more depth would have been smoother.

The splash screen is still the same >:(

I don't remember when they start changing I was hoping it'd just be once each season (with one exception) so that it'd be easy for meeeeeeeeee

Now I have to pay ATTENTION

UGH

VOICE DIRECTION

First off, it's odd that this isn't the first time that we've had a fake Catra.

Secondly, she sounds weird here in a way that's kinda hard to explain. She sounds kinda like a caricature of herself, which makes sense?

It's a tiny detail. But it kinda falls flat on your first watch because we just saw Frosta acting weird, anyway.

As with all holodecks in sci-fi, this one's primary use is lesbian sex

Also it's an amazing fight scene, I won't show YOU the frame-by-frames, but they're good frames

The amount of times she will be fighting Catra and we get to see her expression soften the moment she gets ANY amount of upper hand

If you pay enough attention to take a shot each time you'll be more of a wine mom than Shadow Weaver

We hear this in not strictly Catra's voice, it's distorted, because it's Lighthope speaking THROUGH Catra, not just EMULATING Catra.

Lighthope wants this cat dead. I mean I don't blame her I just don't agree with her reasoning of "I want this cat dead so that this lesbian follows my orders better"

Yeah :(

Also I don't believe her when she says it's meant for total accuracy

I think it's probably PRETTY accurate

But also it's based off of ADORA'S memories which is why Catra actually has the troublepuffs to hold her hand instead of being a whiny little baby.

Somehow Adora is under the impression that Catra is brave which is fucking insane

She's not brave she is just filled to the brim with unimpeded violent hubris

Catra thinks that the point of the myth of Icarus is that "at least his wings melted from the sun and not the sea"

Also it's been a month take note

Not for any particular reason, it's just good to know how long these breaks in time are

Girl me too and for equally stupid but very different reasons

As we learn later they weren't mistakes they were being a decent fuckin person

Do you think when nobody's around Catra puts on the glasses and kisses this robot

Or does she not because she doesn't like She-ra she still just likes Adora

You are such a pathetic show-off

MOUSE

Nah but fr the fear of stepping on a mouse is too real I don't wanna FEEL THAT

PEOPLE JUST POINT AND LAUGH AND SAY IM AN ELEPHANT WHEN I TELL THEM THATS MY REASONING

She really is bored

She needs a hobby besides vengence

Y'see when they actually fight she gets into such a slump and she's so ANNOYING about it

The moonstone is super-charged by the way

It doesn't hold much relevance and I guess that shows that due to the princesses uniting all of their powers have improved

Everyone is a bitch and they all hate each-other

[crystalchimera]

Originally posted July 29 on Twitter/X.

A sketch that got out of hand

Also!!! Here's some never before seen stuff about this since I remembered. This sketch was actually planned to be a full body pic but I didn't like how it was going so I just quickly slapped some colors on the upper body cause that was the only part of I liked LOL

There's also this sketch which is on the same canvas. You could say this was the original sketch before I redraw it

I actually forgot this doodle existed until I decided to poke around in the layers LOL