#he looks soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

[princemick]

Sunday, Dutch GP 2024

[the-grand-av3]

don't kill me but I do like the idea of valastor not because of anything but the fact it would piss Vox off soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much! His fuck buddy and his crush getting together 🤯🤣 his tiny worldview would collapse MWAHAHAHAHAHA

But i respect Alastor too much and here Val does too (he's better than canon Val for realsies)

Anyway velvette ur gorgeous in every way (I would never neglect u bbg)

Xxx

STOP. STOP RIGHT NOW.

Look at that, Ally~ they're waiting for us to get together~ Let's make porn and put it on VCR~

Do I need to get the bug zapper again?

Apologies sir.

Mhm.

[gyahyahyahayhahayahyahyahyahyaha]

almost forgot entirely about the dream i had yesterday

soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

there was. me>? or someone. no it was someone else.

they had these eyeballs that were special enough on their own, but someone or maybe they did it themselves. but someone put like rare gems or smth in side the eyeballs. because othis ppl were like after her and her eyes. and her special eye sight vision or wahtever.

some guy who like had the whole city in his pocket was coming after her andlike took the eyeballs? or actually me and 2 other ppl took them after talkign to her and her like askign for help. she was desparate. she didnt know who to rely on and she was takign a last gasp of hope and would take achance on us to help her. so the3 of us wanted to go after this gguy that was after he eyeballs. i forget who took them out. but maybe we took them from the guy after like shooting his hand or slicing them off or smth. oh yeah

ok so this big ol yosemite sam lookin guy tracked this person down, chased her until she like hit the ground and like dug out her eyeballs. before he could even stand back up after picking them up, we cut off his hands, kicked him away, and grabbed the woman whos eyes were just removed. we talked on the way to some other street, and like she mentioned how desparate she was for help and how tired she was. so we told her to like just chill somewhere safe in a nearby alleyway, we put on some disguises to look like we beloged to the gang under the control of the guy we were about to go hunt down, and then we just walked down the street an he was there. one of my companions was like “ we should just kill him. no pretense, no bullshit just blast him.” the other one in our group asked the lady if she wanted revenge. she remained silent but i looked at the eyeballs that were still being held by the ol guy’s hands that was still carying around for some reason and i could glean a clear enough answer from her eyes. the plan was to make it look like we retrieved the eyeballs for him and then like pulp him. before we did tho, he mentioned smth about the eyes needing to meet some requirements to be used to open this grand safe and we engaged in some small talk and let him complain for a bit while trying oru best to sound like yes men before we chose the perfect moment to strike and turn him into pul’p. and we did. it was good. i made sure to point and hold out her eyeballsi was still carrying so she could get a good look and live vicariously thru our violence and vengeance. i coulda sworn i coulda felt them chuckling a bit between my fingers. anwyays we make it back to her and shes chilling on an emergency stairway. i hop up there an asked if she wanted me to like remove the gems so she can like take a lil bit of the attention offa her but she refused so i carefully put her eyes back in. we get rid of the old guys hands that we STILL had on us, get rid of our disguises, and escort the lady to like some hall. and then the dream like ends maybe. i dont even think we really needed the disguises.

the eyegball woman spent most of the dream with her eyes out side of her head. teyesockets were very very dark. almost exuding darknesss sometimes. but it was liek anatural red. 1st companion was outis like in appearance. and general demeanor. but it wasnt outis. 2nd companion was like.... coveralls, denim cap and like a cloak. it was dark dark green. theyre the one who said we should kill the sam guy.

the 3 of us basically had similar themed outfits. ig mostly darkish colours.

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 16. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n: it's been years since I wrote smut my guys. I hope this is good because i loved it??? also, this shouldn't have to be said but minors DNI for the love of God. I'd have to block some people if it happens SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO lets not go there. (also if you guys ever watched POSE you'll see I was inspired by a scene from the show)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: oh boy, where to begin. SMUT, Bradley being horny ( and supportive) Bea discovering kinks, c o n s e n t is sexy.

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15

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They were sitting on the corner of the club, where they could have a great view of the dance floor and the bar, the colorful lights above them blinked with different shades of blues and pinks and reds, giving the club goers an ethereal glow. The music was a mix of party songs from the 80s to the late 00’s, very eclectic and very fun for everyone involved if the amount of people on the dance floor was any hint.

Beatrice sat next to Rooster, her bare leg touching his clothed one, while he had one arm behind her, the tips of his fingers touching her shoulder as she drank a Mai Tai. It was strange being the one drinking instead of giving people drinks, but she wasn’t complaining. She was having a lot of fun chatting with everyone and having Bradley so close to her.

Ever since they got into the club he hasn’t left her one second. He stood like a tall strong shadow by her side, his hand on her waist or around her shoulder leading her around so she wouldn’t get lost. She didn’t mind, she was so happy to be there and she was happy he liked her dress. He seems to like her whole outfit really, his eyes moving to her every now and again. She felt so renewed and so confident, not only did she look good but her boyfriend seemed to agree one hundred percent.

He was just nursing himself to some beer, something lighter than she’d ever seen him drink before, probably because he was driving and would like to be sober when he did go home. Coyote says something funny and they all laugh, while Beatrice adjusts herself on the seat, crossing one leg over the other to be more comfortable. 

Rooster’s eyes move to her pale thigh immediately, with his laughter diminishing to a quiet chuckle. He was thankful at how dark the area they were sitting was and the table between them, or else everyone would know how he ogled his girlfriend’s legs. But would anyone really blame him? He waited until everyone else was busy talking amongst themselves to a topic he honestly didn’t pay attention to, before leaning down to whisper on Bea’s ear, “You look so beautiful.” he murmurs, the brunette holding the thin straw close to her lips, “Didn’t think it’d be possible for you to be even more gorgeous.”

Beatrice chuckled, shivers going up and down her body over his hot breath hitting her cool skin, “Thank you.” she replied back just as quietly, “I’m glad you like it.” she took a slow sip of her cocktail. He got even closer, his chest touching her shoulder and she had to bite back her smile.

“It almost seems you were trying to get something out of me,” he whispers, his gaze roving from top to bottom a few times, “Like a reaction.”

“Is it working?” she whispered back, “Or should I try harder?”

Bradley wasn’t expecting such an emboldened response from her, but that didn’t stop the smile on his face, “You didn’t have to try at all.” the arm behind her dropped so his big hand crawled up her thigh, squeezing the flesh under the table. Beatrice squeaked, covered up by a harsh sip of her drink, “I keep saying you could wear a potato sack and look beautiful.” He leans away from her after that, but his hand remains like a known weight on her leg, his calloused thumb rubbing the side of her thigh. 

Her lips curved up in a smile, but she kept on sipping her drink, sometimes adding in to the conversation - all the while with Bradley’s huge hand on her thigh - if time allowed. The music changed its tempo and Shells gasped, “Oh I love this song! Come on Bob!” The poor officer had no time to come up with a reply, because the blonde took him by the hand onto the dance floor, disappearing between the crowd of people.

Beatrice followed Shells with her eyes until she could no longer see her, mixing her drink with the straw as she considered going there too…but later, much later. They just got there after all and if she knew Shells, she’d probably take Bob to a corner of the club to have some privacy. So she leaned back on the seat, the alcohol in her cocktail giving her a bit of a pleasant buzz, well that and the handsome pilot with his hand on her thigh.

She took the time to stare at him since he was busy chatting with the others, the lights above them giving him a bit of a blue-ish glow. Her eyes followed his profile, to his pouty lips that she loved too much, then to the sharp curve of his jaw to the little scar he had there, before dropping her gaze to his neck. He had a nice neck, it was thick and his cologne smells stronger there.

 She wanted to bite it.

 She blinks in surprise over her own thoughts, the alcohol going down the wrong hole as she coughs behind a hand, trying to keep the sound to a minimum

But of course Bradley noticed, instantly turning to face her once he heard her coughing, his eyebrows furrowed in worry, “You okay?” she nods, her coughing quieting down, fanning her face to dry the tears that formed on the corners while watching Hangman chat with two girls not too far from them…weird how one of them resembled Evelyn with the only difference being the girl’s hair was much shorter than Ev’s.

“Yeah,I’m fine.” she coughs one last time, “It went down the wrong hole, is all.” and it burned a bit too much so she couldn’t help but clear her throat one more time, “I’m okay, Roos. I swear.”

“Do you need me to get water?”

“No, no, it’s fine.” she grabbed the hand on top of her thigh,curling her fingers around his palm to reassure him. His face eased a bit, but he continued looking at her with a ‘you sure’ expression before breathing out a sigh and leaning back on the seat. She let go of his hand, so he proceeded to rub his hand up and down her thigh soothingly, but once he looked away her eyes just got back to his neck.

Yeah she could bite it alright. She never even kissed his neck before, would he be into it? She never assumed she had a thing for necks, hands maybe, but necks? That was new for her. She chews on the thin plastic straw, following the line of the tendon that connected his jaw to his collarbone. 

How was this man real? Not only real, but also hers?

Beatrice sipped her drink quietly, uncrossing her leg when it started to get uncomfortable, switching with its twin only for his hand to return to the same spot on the opposite limb. His hand repeated the stroking motions while following the flow of conversation. The sudden sound of air coming up her straw made her pause, looking at her now empty glass with a frown, she didn’t even notice she was done with it. 

She wondered if she should get another, it was very good but she didn’t really want to get too drunk to the point she wouldn’t remember her own actions. She could handle being a bit buzzed up and having more courage than normal while still being sober. So she just set the empty glass on the table and joined the conversation every now and again.

There was a moment when Halo tapped her on the arm, “Bea do you have some lip balm?” she asks quietly as the music pumps around them “My lips are very dry right now.”

Beatrice nods with a smile, already opening her clutch, “Sure! I have it right he–” those are condoms. There were condoms, not one, not two, but about ten condoms inside her clutch. She looked down at it with her eyes slowly widening, when did she– wait, she asked Shells to pick her clutch while they were going out of the Hard Deck…oh my god. She blinked with her cheeks turning red, trying to hide from both Rooster and Halo what was inside her clutch, yanking the cherry lip balm to hand it over to the female pilot.

She closed the clutch with a ‘click’, then placed her hands on top of it in fear that somehow it’d open on itself and show everyone she now had a contraceptive method inside. She sent a quick look towards Bradley who seemed to be too busy laughing about an inside joke regarding Hangman to notice her own demise, which eased her tension just a little bit. 

Halo handed back the lip balm and Bea had never put something inside a bag so quickly, still holding it shut. Even if she was a bit freaked out about it, part of her brain was happy Shells put it in there, hoping she’d put them to good use. She inhaled sharply, playing with the ends of her hair, trying to calm her brain who was too busy being horny to think of anything else.

She was getting hot, too warm and she started to feel stuffy. She should go to the bathroom and try to cool down. Beatrice licks her lips before turning her head towards Rooster, “Roos’,” he faces her once he hears his name, “I’m going to the bathroom,okay?” She is already sliding off the booth to stand up, running her hands on the skirt of her dress to pull it down a bit.

Beatrice was surprised when he stood up too, “I’ll go with you, it’s too packed with people.” he explains, offering her his hand before she could stop him. With him being so tall and broad he could easily walk through the crowd without anyone stopping him, especially with him walking a bit ahead of her. Thankfully there was no line to the bathroom, making her sigh in relief when she saw the…weird image that was supposed to represent anyone who identified as female.

Was that an ice cube? 

She shook her head, giving her boyfriend a smile, “I won’t take long.” she says, leaning up to kiss his lips, pulling back in surprise when he tried to deepen it, “Roos!”

“You look too beautiful, you can’t blame me.” he murmurs, his eyes on her mouth, “Way too beautiful.”

Her body, which was already warm, seemed to boil over with the way he was looking at her. Like he was eating her up with his eyes, “I won’t take long.” she whispered, pressing a hand to his chest, “Okay? You can wait for me at the bar if you want.”

He looked over his shoulder seeing that the bar top was not too far from the bathroom and there was one empty seat that looked right at the door. “Okay. I’ll be there then.” he waited until she disappeared behind the door to close his eyes and run his hands through his hair in exasperation. He didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to handle this, not when she looked like that and smelled so good.

He didn’t want to pressure her into anything, even if she looked like sex on legs, he just wanted her to have a good time with all of them but especially him. He liked her being a little bolder, it was a nice change of pace that affected all of him. He could feel his body reacting and decided that he better go to the bar and not stand in front of the bathrooms like an idiot.

Rooster doesn’t sit down once he gets to the bar, he just leans over the counter with his arms crossed and asks the bartender for some water. He’d have to drive home after all. He thanks the guy once he sets the water bottle in front of him, bringing it to his lips to take a sip, looking over his shoulder to the bathroom to check if she was walking out or not, but no sign of her yet.

He wouldn’t get worried, the bathrooms were right there. She’d see him and go to the bar and they’d go back to their booth to enjoy the rest of the night. 

“Hey.”

With the music lowering a little bit he could hear the female voice close to his left. He faces forward again to see a redhead sitting on one of the stools, nursing herself with a Cosmopolitan, she’s giving him a flirty smile while holding the glass up to her lips, “Hi.” he says curtly but offers her a quick smile.

“I’m Cassidy.” she says, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before.”

“It’s my first time here,” he says, not saying his name and  looking back to the bathroom just wanting for Bea to show up.

“Is it? You here alone?”

“No,I’m here with my girlfriend and friends.” He made sure to say girlfriend first, so she’d get the hint and leave him alone. He wasn’t interested, she was very pretty, but she wasn’t Beatrice. The redhead arched her eyebrows with an ‘ah’ leaving her mouth, sipping her drink but remained in the same spot.

“Girlfriend? Where is she?” she asks, making sure to look around, “Because all I see is a very handsome guy alone at a bar…and if I was her I wouldn’t leave a guy like you alone.”

He straightened himself when she leaned closer, giving them some distance, trying to remain polite, “Look, I appreciate it but I already have someone.” He says, “I’m sure you can get someone else for the night.”

“Why, you are a bit feisty aren’t you?” the woman replied, roving her eyes at his figure “I like ‘em feisty–” she couldn’t finish her sentence because a pair of arms wrapped around Rooster from behind, a very known pair of tattooed arms that he loved oh so much. Beatrice walked forwards until she was the blockage between the woman and Rooster, her eyebrows low but not showing any other type of emotion besides indifference to the redhead.

“Hi babe, did I take too long?” she asks without missing a beat, she stood a bit taller than the other woman even with her on a stool. Rooster blinked at the ‘babe’ she let out, she never called him babe and he couldn’t lie and say he disliked it. 

“Nope, not too long.”

She tilts her head to smile up at him then her face returns to it’s murderous neutral mask, “You are?” she asks the other woman, this time standing in front of him and draping his arm over her shoulder.

The redhead blinked in surprise but she didn’t seem too fazed, “I’m Cassidy…are you the girlfriend?” He didn't like how she said that. He didn’t like how there was a mock undertone when she asked if Beatrice was his girlfriend. 

“I am yeah,” his girlfriend replied, “I’m the girlfriend.” the woman, Cassidy, took a long sip of her drink, humming into the glass with her eyes still taking over the brunette that just showed up. Beatrice usually hates being looked over like that, like being analyzed thoroughly because of her body, but not tonight. “I think you should go now.” 

Cassidy scoffed a laugh, “I’m just enjoying my drink–”

“I don’t think you get it.” Beatrice cut her off, “My boyfriend probably told you he isn’t interested, which knowing him he absolutely did and you stay here. You think that by staying here you’ll make him change his mind in some way which is honestly really sad.”

Rooster’s jaw dropped at Bea’s words, but he didn’t say anything, he just enjoyed the verbal ass whopping she was giving Cassidy. The redhead on the other hand looked shocked and disgusted, “Excuse me?” and honest to God, if he wasn’t impressed with Bea before her next words absolutely took the breath out of him.

Bea’s eyes softened, “You are a beautiful woman,” she says, “You don’t need to go after guys that say that aren’t interested. I’m sure there are single guys in this club and they’d be happy to take you out on a date or just for the night.” 

The redhead stared at the other woman with wide eyes, the Cosmopolitan held up to her mouth but never got there. “I-I…” There was a sudden look of shame taking over her features and she slowly slid out of the stool, “I…you are right, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Bea smiled, but held his arm tighter against her body, “I love your dress, by the way…and your makeup. It’s really pretty.” but Cassidy, even if she was thanking Beatrice for the compliments, she felt too ashamed to stay there. So, she took her Cosmo and skittered away from the bar, leaving the two alone. Beatrice smiled softly, jumping when she felt his lips on her neck and his arms sliding around her waist. “Roos?”

He would be turned on if she defended him, he would and he had no shame in admitting it. But seeing her being kind instead? He had never seen anything like that in his life and holy shit he was not going to be able to handle himself for much longer. “You are unbelievable,” he mutters against her neck, “You can’t be fucking real, you just can’t.”

She giggled, his mustache tickling the warm skin of her neck, but she looked up to the unimpressed bartender apologetically, “Come on Roos.” she smiled, unwrapping his arms from her waist so she could lead him to a dark corner of the club. Much like that time in the mall, they were using the shadows in their favor so no one would see anything.

 He pinned her to the wall and her arms wrapped around his neck as their mouths slammed together,his hands gripping the sides of her dress around the waist, pushing her legs apart so he could press his thigh in between them. She gasped into his mouth, the sudden jolt of pleasure shooting all over her body, her hips almost moving forward to get more friction out of him. He tasted like beer and mint chewing gum, he smelled so good with his cologne and his mustache tickled her lips whenever he tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss even more.

His hand slid back down to her thigh,gripping the thick flesh with his big hand creating the red impression of his fingers on her pale skin. Rooster sucked her lower lip into his mouth, chewing the plump flesh only to earn a mewl in response, her hips moving forward again and God he’s not going to last. His pants felt unbelievably tight, he wanted her. He wanted her badly.

Take a look at me

Tell me, do you like what you see?

She looked up to the speakers where the new song was being played. Do Me! by Bell Biv DeVoe and she couldn’t help but think how fitting it was. She breathed unevenly, her eyes glazed over and unfocused before she cupped his face to lift it from her neck. 

She just stared deep into his eyes, then grabbed his hand while biting her lower lip, pulling him out of the little corner they stood to the dance floor. Not in the center, but somewhere where they could have space and privacy from their friends’ knowing eyes. She hoped he wouldn’t be upset that they stopped their kissing to go there.

Do you think you can

Do you think you can do me?

He had his eyes on her, his hands on her, his whole body was at attention because of her. He didn’t know how he managed to do anything but look at her. She was the most beautiful woman in this whole place and all he could do was follow her every move no matter what. His eyelids lowered just enough, following the movements of her hips pressed against his and his hands cupped her waist.

There was no one else, it was them and only them right there. 

Kiss me,pretty baby

Touch me all over

Girl, what makes you think you can do me?

Do you think you can do me, girl?

He presses his face to the back of her neck when she turns around, her behind grinding against his hips and he just follows her movement. He doesn’t even hold her waist anymore, he just inhales her sweet lavender scent with his eyes closed, his whole body on fire. When she reached behind his head to pull him even closer, her nails scratching his scalp he breathes out a ‘fuck’ he isn’t sure if she heard.

Do me, baby (ho ooh)

Do me, baby (Do you think you can?)

Do me,baby (do me)

Do me, baby

“Bea,” he drags his lips to her ear, hot air hitting her equally warm skin, “Bea, you have no idea what you are doing to me right now.” she pushes her back against his hips, as if there could be any space left between the two.

“I’m not doing anything to you, yet.” she replied and he stilled completely, the fine thread snapped and he wrapped his arms around her waist, his tongue and teeth touching her neck once again.

He spun her around, holding her smaller hand, while his eyes were darker than normal, “Do you want to get out of here?” That was it, the one million dollar question, the one she was thinking about the whole week. The obvious undertones in his voice, the pure raw need coming out made a shudder dart all over her body.

So she just replied how she felt, “Yes.” 

It was what he needed, his shoulders relaxing and his mouth parting, but he didn’t say anything. Instead he took the two of them to their table where the others were chatting after Bea grabbed the fallen clutch by her feet - Shells and Bob had also returned in the meantime with the officer looking a bit roughed up but extremely pleased - yanking a few notes out of his wallet and tossing on the table before anyone could tell him otherwise.

Shells sent a look to Beatrice, the smirk on the blonde’s face only growing as she lifted her drink in a ‘cheers’ watching her friend be dragged away from the club. 

Beatrice tried to keep up with Bradley, the red bottom shoes hitting the floor until they reached the sidewalk. She could only watch him trek to the parking lot, looking around trying to find his car and letting out a sound of relief when he found it. 

They reached the Bronco and Bradley stopped, his chest heaving as if he ran a marathon. He furrowed his eyebrows, then looked up to meet Bea’s eyes, “...are you sure?” he questioned quietly, “I won’t be hurt if you change your mind.”

He was asking her if she wanted to go through with this, he wanted to know if she was okay going through with this. She let out a shaky breath, feeling tears prickle up in her eyes, “I-I don’t think I’ve been so sure before.” she replies and he eases out a breath he seemed to be holding, rubbing his face with his free hand then shaking it to focus, opening the car door for her.

She was so fired up that the simple pressure of the seat against her made her whimper quietly, clenching her thighs together to the point she felt she’d cramp them. Rooster inhaled once he got inside the car, turning the ignition and driving them out of there. “My apartment is closer.” is what he said, then gritted his teeth, “Wish it was closer than it is though.” he clenched and relaxed his hands on the wheel, rolled his shoulders, even cracked his neck trying to ease some of the tension on him.

The ride seemed to take much longer than it did, the atmosphere between the two was thick, thick enough to be cut with a knife. They were both warm with nerves and want, the simple movement of their clothes on their skins enough to make their bodies react. Bradley looked up at the traffic light, the red glow mocking him, halting him to a stop. He bounced his leg anxiously, not taking his eyes away from the light, begging with everything within him that it turned green.

When it did he breathed out a ‘thank God’ knowing that it was just a few more turns until they got there. Funny thing is he doesn’t remember much after that, he just remembers pressing Beatrice to his door, kissing her inside his apartment already. It was dark, he didn’t even turn on the lights, he didn’t really care much about it to be completely honest.

He cared about dragging his hands up underneath her dress, feeling the expanse of her thigh turn onto her hip and his breathing staggered when he felt the elastic of her underwear brush the pad of his thumb. Was that lace? When he slid his hand a bit higher, she panicked for a brief second, feeling his palm reach up to touch one of the softer parts of her body. She held his wrist without thinking, breaking the kiss to look down at the floor.

“Bea…you okay?”

Her confidence faltered for a second and her eyebrows furrowed, “I…” she licked her lips, he could feel her hands trembling while holding him, “I…I don’t want to disappoint you.” she couldn’t meet his eyes. She felt terrible, being hit with so much fear and worry after having one of the best nights she had in a while.

“You’d never disappoint me.” he says quietly, but lowers his hands from her hips, “Bea, look at me.” she doesn’t and he feels her trembling get even more intense. He licks his lips, sucking in a calming breath because he knew, he knew this fear came from her ex-boyfriend telling her shit. “Gorgeous, please look at me.” she looks so scared once she lifts her eyes, she looks absolutely terrified, her chin is trembling with nervousness, “You won’t disappoint me, there’s no way in hell you’d disappoint me.” She lets out a quiet sigh, then closes her eyes with a nod, whispering such a quiet ‘okay’ he almost didn’t hear it.

So he leans down once more, kissing her forehead, then the tip of her nose, her cheekbones, her lips then going down to trace her jawline with his mouth. His hands are on her clothed waist, so he uses it to guide her through his darkened apartment, pressing gentle kisses to her skin once she removes the shoes so it’d make it easier. They walk past the couch onto the hallway that leads to his room, where he lets go of her waist to open the door, leading her inside first.

She blinks while looking around, seeing it for the very first time. Much like the rest of his apartment, it wasn’t very filled with things. There was his bed in the center of the room with dark blue sheets and extremely comfortable looking pillows, a desk in the corner with a laptop on top - next to it a pile of files with a lonely pen tossed close to them, a door that led to an ensuite bathroom and a wall closet with dark doors. 

There was a large window on the left of the bed, where she could see the moonlight trying to sneak into the room through a space on the drapes. It was a large room, very comfortable and very Rooster. “Do you like my room too? I remember you saying you liked my apartment.”

She turns to face him seeing he’s still at the door and she has gotten closer to his desk, running her fingers over the wood. He was giving her space to calm down and check her surroundings, to make sure she was safe in this room. She felt safe, she did, her wildly beating heart slowing down to a nervous beating but she was less scared than before, “Yeah, I do…” she smiles, “It’s very you.”

“Very me?” he chuckles, pushing himself from the door, “What does that mean?”

“It’s…” she pauses, inhaling with a smile, “It’s very nice, it smells nice, it’s comfortable…it reminds me of safety. That’s why it’s very you.” 

Rooster’s eyes soften, his feet stepping closer to her and he cups her chin, tilting her head up. She looks a bit more relaxed, there’s some worry shining in her eyes still but much less than it was minutes before, “Do you still want to go through with this?” she nods eagerly, “Okay, let me know if there’s anything I do that makes you uncomfortable, yeah?”

He leaned down to kiss her again, it was so soft and sweet that Beatrice felt like she was falling, his large hands slid to her waist once more where he caressed the curve of where the waist turned to hips and she sighed against his mouth. He pushed her forward a bit more, until the back of her legs touched the edge of the mattress, his lips breaking apart from hers to kiss her neck.

She gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck. She felt the tips of his fingers touching the edge of her dress, slipping under the black fabric. He pulled back to meet her eyes, asking without using words if this was okay to which she nodded, biting her lower lip. Beatrice blinks in surprise when he turns them around so he’s the one against the bed instead, lowering himself so he was seated and his eye level was right in front of her breasts. 

Those whiskey eyes of his kept looking at her while he lifted his hands even higher, once again touching the elastic band of her panties, all the while the movement pulled up the dress’ fabric to her waist. She blushed a deep red, feeling his hands contouring her curves while exposing more of her lower body. Beatrice felt like she couldn’t breathe right, even more when he rolled the fabric up to her breasts, waiting for her to remove it herself. 

She inhaled shakily, crossing her arms to pull the dress off and toss to the side. She felt a mix of emotions: she immediately wanted to cover herself up but the other part of her brain told her not to. Her hands clenched by her sides as she kept her eyes shut, only blinking them open when he placed his hands on her bare hips, pulling her to stand between his legs.

Beatrice bit her lower lip nervously, his eyes moving from her face to her chest then to the rest of her body, “...No bra?” he questioned, his voice was so hoarse, like his mouth lost all moisture when he saw her. She shakes her head negatively, the blush spreading from her cheeks to her chest.

He sucked in a breath, trying to calm himself down and not push her too hard, but God damn it she was beautiful. So fucking beautiful. He looked up at her again, making sure she could see his reactions and would be sure she’d never make him feel anything but pure adoration when it came to her. The panties were lace, lilac colored with a tiny bow in the center and flower designs on the high rise of her hips.

God he was going to die. Happily.

Rooster stood to his feet, watching her eyes follow his movement while standing in front of her. He licked his lips, “Your turn.” she looks up confusedly, “I undressed you, it’s only fair.” Beatrice felt like a lump formed on her throat when he said it, spreading his arms a bit for emphasis. She didn’t know why she was nervous, she had seen him without a shirt many times but…it was something less sensual than this, it was at a beach where others were just as less clothed than he was.

But now she was practically naked in front of him. Her face flamed up but she slowly rose her hands to unbutton his shirt, one by one the Hibiscus patterned fabric separated to show more of the skin and defined muscles of his chest, the dust of chest hair he had wasn’t as intense as she saw in some others but she liked how it connected to the patch of hair disappearing under the waistband of his jeans.

He was so…attractive. He was all hard defined muscle and she felt like she ogled him for too long, not even seeing when the shirt dropped to the floor. “Roos.” she begins, which he hums in question, “You…you are very hot.” he laughs and she’s just mesmerized at how his pectorals seem to flex when he does. He leans forward so his lips are right next to her ear, their bare chest touching, pressing a kiss right below her lobe, her smaller hands dragging down his chest until they reach his belt.

“So are you.” he replies, enjoying how goosebumps formed on her skin as she fumbled on removing his belt, the sound of the belt buckle hitting the bedroom floor followed by the sound of his fly being unzipped only made it harder for him to focus. But he had to, he wanted her to feel good with him, to not worry about anything else. His legs felt cold the moment the jeans pooled at his feet, so he kicked them aside after stepping out of them, a pile of their clothes forming by the end of the bed.  

He pressed another kiss, open mouthed, to where her jaw met her neck before his arms wrapped around her waist so he could turn them around. She whimpered his name, then once more in a questioning tone when he just lowered himself so his hands were at the back of her knees. In a quick movement he picked her up so her legs wrapped around his waist, a surprised shriek leaving her lips as he chuckled, using the momentum to lower her down on his bed.

He pushed her forward a bit on the mattress, so she’d get comfortable only to stand above her with a pleased smile on his face. Beatrice dragged her eyes down his torso to his lower body and she could see the dark briefs low on his hips and the bulge that was impressive. Very impressive. “Comfortable?” he asks above her, to which she nods with a little smile. “Good…again, let me know if anything makes you upset.”

He straddled her hips so he could tower over her body on his knees and Beatrice felt like hiding herself again, but she chose to hold onto the sheets instead. Bradley’s eyes moved languidly over her body, stopping at her breasts “You have…amazing breasts.” he says, watching them move with the rise and fall of her breathing, mesmerized. 

He licked his lips the longer he looked,but decided to lower his face to hers, kissing her. Beatrice hummed against his mouth, her hands cupping his cheeks, her thighs clenching together when he deepened the kiss. She couldn’t help but whine displeased when he breaks away, pressing a trail of open mouthed kisses starting from her neck and going down to her collar bone, looking up at her to find out she was already staring down at him.

Bradley smiled against her skin, dragging his lips down to the valley of her breasts, her ribs expanding with a sudden gasp. He continued the eye contact, moving his mouth upwards to her right breast, “Okay?” he questioned right above her right nipple, the hot air making her whimper but she nodded at him, her legs still clenched together to have some relief, but he lowered his hips to lock against hers, keeping her legs open.

He could feel a bead of sweat sliding down his temple, then dropping from the tip of his nose to her chest. She slapped the back of her hand over her mouth when he lowered his own to her breast, failing to hold back her surprised yelp. While he was busy making sure her right breast got enough attention, one of his hands stopped supporting his weight so he could run it to the side of her body.

She gasped, whimpering his name behind her hand, feeling his fingertips trail down to the elastic band of her underwear. His teeth and tongue were making it harder for her to come out with something other than quiet mewling, her cheeks turning such a bright red that she looked like a ripe tomato. Bradley let go of her breast with a soft wet ‘pop’, smiling down at her, “Still good?” she nods quickly, inhaling sharply when she felt two of his fingers tracing the outline of her lips through her underwear, “Do you want me to stop?”

“N-No…”

“You sure?” he asks and his smile only widens when she whimpers positively, “Has anyone ever eaten you out before?” her eyes snap wide open and after a few seconds she shakes her head negatively. Rooster licks his lips, still running his fingers on her underwear, “Can I?”

“...yeah.” she says softly, her breast cold because of his saliva all over it, watching through a heavy lidded gaze as he straightened himself above her. He slid out of the bed to kneel down on the floor, pulling her hips towards him with a quick movement,her legs open and dangling over the edge of the mattress. He was face to face with her dampened panties, those were very cute panties, curling his thumbs underneath the elastic to pull them down her legs.

Beatrice doesn’t know what to do, she’s currently looking at his bedroom’s ceiling, her body shuddering with nerves as he places both of her thighs over his shoulders. She feels his hot breath hit her and she can’t even make a sound, just the feeling of his mouth touching her almost makes her tip over the edge right there, “Holy sh–” she bites the back of her hand, trying hard to control herself the best she could, “O-Oh my God…Brad..!” she doesn’t know if he can hear her because of her hand, but he just moves closer.

It’s such a strange yet unbelievably good feeling, she heaves out a breath, her eyes fluttering shut when she feels his tongue enter her, his mustache brushing against her in a way that seemed to double the amount of pleasure. Beatrice tossed her head back, her hand falling on her side as a loud moan escaped her lips, suddenly feeling him move up to give her clit some attention, rolling the little bundle of nerves between his lips. 

She whimpered again, panting heavily as she felt a known pressure forming, “B-Brad, oh God–” she couldn’t even complete her sentence, a breathless moan leaving her lips when she felt one of his fingers brushing against her entrance. She wouldn’t be able to last much longer like this. Now he had his finger and his mouth pleasing her, she could feel him moving his finger slowly inside of her letting out a pleased noise when she clenched around it.

Her unfocused eyes were not looking at his bedroom door since her head tossed back with satisfaction, tears forming by the corners and sliding down her temples only to wet the mattress. Her hands stopped clenching the sheets to come up to his head, her fingers combing through his sandy tresses, pressing his face closer to her, “Brad, please– I-I can’t!!”

It was the one sharp tug on his hair that broke the dam, the groan he let out vibrated all through her body and her eyes snapped open. Her legs clenched around his head and her back arched as her orgasm hit with full force,moaning brokenly but quietly, more tears coming out of her eyes. Her trembling hands slowly let go of his hair, her legs only remained around him because he kept them up but she felt like her body turned into jelly, getting soft and pleasantly spent. Beatrice’s lips parted as she panted loudly, her center clenching at nothing when he dropped her legs from his shoulders, his lips pressing more kisses to her heated skin until he reached her face once more.

She could barely see him through the blur of her tears, but she leaned up to kiss him the moment he got there. She didn’t care he just ate her out, she didn’t care he had her release all over his mouth. “God that was so good.” she whispered against his lips, moaning when he dipped his tongue into her mouth and she could taste herself. That was painfully hot, more than she ever thought it’d be.

“You are so good.” he replied, “Fucking delicious thing you are.” he didn’t want to tell her, but he was glad no one ever eaten her out before and that he was able to give her a good first time with it. “Could be between your legs for hours.” he says, enjoying how she giggled against his lips wrapping her arm around his neck, bringing his chest closer to hers. She whimpered, feeling there was no longer anything separating the two since his briefs were removed while she was still coming down from her orgasm.

He hovered above her with a smile, then he frowned, “Shit, hold on.” he quickly stood to his feet, which made Beatrice blink in surprise and push herself to her elbows, watching him rummage through his desk drawers then through his closet…all the while gazing at his bare ass without remorse, “God damn it, I thought I had some, they must be somewhere.”

Realization hits her and she looks back to the bedroom door, where she left her clutch on the floor somewhere, “Um, there’s some in my clutch.” some, yeah, some. “I-If you want.” he didn’t even hesitate, rushing out of the room with his feet thudding on the floor until he let out a shout of triumph, the click of the latch sounding louder before he rushed back inside the room.

“Got it,” he smiles, not trying to hide how his chest puffed up when her eyes lowered down his torso “See something you like?”

“I see a lot of things I like.” she replies, giving him a soft smile. He wasn’t massive to the point where it’d hurt her, but he wasn’t small either, clearly bigger than Eric ever was to be completely honest. She falls back on the bed as he rips the little packet open and gets prepped up, giving himself a couple of pumps just to get himself going even more. She smiled when he hovered over her again and she pushed herself to the center of the bed to give him more space.

Bradley licks his lips, looking down between them then back up at her, “You okay with me being on top?”

“I’m more than okay.” she says breathily, “I’m ready, Brad.” 

He sucks in a breath, keeping his eyes on her at all times before one of his hands disappears between the two, where he aligns himself to her entrance. She gasps, her eyebrows furrowing when he slowly pushes inside, the stretch burning yet making her see stars behind her eyelids when she closes her eyes. Her nails immediately go to his back where she digs them on his shoulder blades, creating crescent shapes on his skin. He drops his head to her shoulder, breathing heavily as soon as he bottoms inside of her, “Holy fuck you are tight.” he heaves out, “Holy fucking shit you are so tight.” She whimpers softly, but she has a little smile on her face.

“Brad…please…” Her soft voice on his ear almost makes him snap out of consciousness,but he pushes himself to his elbows so he could see her face as he moves. It’s slow at first, just enough for the two of them to get used to each other and he couldn’t help but stare at her flushed face, her half lidded eyes and red stained lips parted in silent gasps, some were whispers of his name that she repeated like a mantra. 

She couldn’t even explain how much she’s feeling, she was still sensitive from her previous orgasm, her whole body felt like it was on fire and he looked so beautiful on top of her. With his hair messed up and his face flushed, his own eyes seemed to be focused on her only and nothing else, “God…Bea…” he breathes out, groaning deeply in hi chest when she moves her hips to meet his, “Fuck…holy shit. Do you have…any idea how fucking sexy you are?”

Beatrice looks up at him with her eyes still half lidded but she makes a noise of questioning, “You are so sexy, when I saw you wearing that dress I had to control myself to not yank it up and fuck you in some corner of the bar. Would hate for that to be our first time together.” she blushed over his words, but her channel clenched around him, clearly liking the idea, “Oh you like that, do you? You like the idea of me bending you over?” another clench and a whimper leaves her mouth, “Fucking you hard? Is that what you want?”

“B-Brad!” his hips pick up the speed, and she tosses her head back in a moan, gasping when he leans down to bite her neck and lick the freshly made bruise. One of his hands drops down towards her ass, giving it a firm clench that yet again earned a pleased response out of her. He panted above her, but he smiled with a wicked idea appearing in his head: he gave her a quick little tap, not enough to be a spanking especially because he didn’t want to upset her, on her left buttcheek.

Beatrice’s moans got louder and she squeezed her thighs around his waist. It was just a love tap, but she definitely had a positive response to it. “Looks like we are figuring some of your kinks out Bea,” he mutters to her ear, enjoying how she clenched her eyes at a specific thrust, “You like being bent over, apparently you like being spanked too,” she breathed out his name yet again, “You like dirty talk don’t you?”

She nods without even noticing she did, her breathing hot and heavy on his shoulder. Bradley couldn’t even believe it, just finding out what Beatrice liked was giving him more power to go on, just imagining that what the future held for the two of them bed-wise was making his hips go faster. The bed frame started to shake with how intense their love-making was getting, but if there was one thing he didn’t care right now was to check if he’d need a new bed or not.

“Br-Brad…” God, whenever she said his name he just went crazy. “Brad, please…” her moans get choppy when his hips speed up and the sound of skin against skin echoes around them, mixing with their moaning and groaning. Bradley wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face on her neck when his thrusts intensified, enjoying the sudden crack in her voice when he hit that special spot inside of her. She wraps her arms around his neck, both of her hands going up to his hair, his hips stuttered for a second and she couldn’t help the pleased grin on her face when he let out a loud groan. She opened her eyes just enough to see the muscle of his shoulder right in front of her eyes.

Bite it. a voice inside of her said, Bite it. She felt the pressure forming inside of her again, her moaning getting louder “B-Brad, I’m cl-close! I’m close!” 

“Fuck me too,gorgeous, me too.” he mutters against her neck. It’s one particular deep thrust that tips her over the edge, her breath hitching and her back arching like a bow as she lets out a broken moan with her whole body shuddering before she actually leans over his trapezius muscle and bites him like she wanted to the whole night with her nails dropping from his head to go down his upper back.

Bradley wasn’t expecting it, his hips stuttered once again and he groaned loudly, tightening his grip on her waist with his hips jolting forward repeatedly as he too reached the ending point of his own line. He huffed out against her neck, both of their hips still moving and spasming with aftershocks, their heavy breathing being the only thing they could hear inside the room as they slowly came down from their high.

Beatrice pulled back to see her teeth imprinted perfectly on his skin, “Oh no!Oh my God Brad!I’m so sorry!” she tried soothing the bruise with a hand, as if she hoped it’d go away if she did enough. He made a confused noise, lifting his head from her shoulder, his mustache and hair a complete mess, looking to where she was rubbing. She didn’t draw blood, thank God, but it was deep enough it’d turn purple.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice slurred, still drunk over the amazing orgasm he just had.

“I hurt you, I’m so sorry. D-Do you have any band-aids? Should I get some antiseptic?” she rambled while he just looked down at her with his eyes regaining their focus,a chuckle making its way out of his throat.

“Hmmm, don’t worry about it gorgeous.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to her lips, then another when she juts out her lower lip in displeasure, “Stop being cute, let me at least have a five minutes pause.” he says against her lips, loving when she took a moment to understand what he meant then laughed at him. He pulled back from her mouth to press their foreheads together, their noses smushing just a little bit, “You okay?” 

“I am more than okay.” she smiles brilliantly, her eyes shining with tears she didn’t dare to shed, “It was great, Brad.”

“Yeah, it really was…” he looked deeply into her eyes for a while, an unreadable gaze over his brown eyes, then pecked her lips one more time before he started to untangle himself from around her, “Let me just get rid of this yeah?” he says, sliding out of the bed and pressing a soft kiss to her thigh, walking bare feet to his bathroom.

In the meantime, Beatrice rolled to her side, deliciously spent and deliciously sore in the right places, watching him disappear into his bathroom with a little smile, supporting her cheek on her stretched arm. She heard the sound of his trash can opening and closing, then him washing his hands, smiling wider when he turned off the lights and walked back into the room. 

His smile never falters when he gets closer, crawling over her to press a trail of kisses from her shoulder to her neck, rubbing his mustache against her skin so she could laugh. He hummed happily, her lavender scent was no longer only on her body it was now on his sheets that he’d have a very hard time bringing himself to wash - well that scent and the other obvious one that is. He continues kissing her neck, but stops when the sudden sound of thunder makes itself known from the outside, the moon was now gone and the sky turned a deep blue.

“Hmmm…” he rubbed his face on her neck, “Looks like you’ll have to spend the night. Can’t go home in this rain.” 

Beatrice smiles softly, looking back at him, “You wouldn’t mind?” she questioned when he held his head above hers. His lips were still flushed a deeper pink from the constant kissing but the corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk.

“Nope,”  he replied just as the soft sound of rain was hitting the window “Wouldn’t mind at all.” 

They looked at each other for a little while longer, Beatrice’s hand coming up to caress the side of his face and after much time denying himself, he leaned into her touch, closing his eyes with a pleased smile. She rubbed the pad of her thumb on his cheekbone, smiling softly at him “...okay.”

[j-hope]

my heart is in love…….

[perfect-fourth]

The month has turned to April and you, Jhin, are hosting a fool.

You don't know when he came in, You don't even know how he got here. All you know is that there's a living puppet clad in red and black jester's clothing mucking around in your home and he's tracking mud everywhere. He does seem to be frazzled, though, so you can at the very least theorize that he didn't mean to muddy your house.

The marionette was just about to take another step when he heard the door open, and now his eyes are locked on you... At least, they were for a few minutes. Now he just seems to be looking around every which-way as if looking for some escape. before he finally straightens himself up and tries to give you his best approximation of an innocent look, complete with an attempt at big ol' puppy dog eyes.

"Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.... I take it that... This is your house?"

What a riveting day it has been so far; spent out, completely alone, in the forests, away from any other human lifeforms that might seek to make him the butt of some horrible joke. He'd hunted himself a water fowl-- already expertly gutted and skinned before he'd come in, ready to be cooked up in the oven for what he intended to be a private dinner(after he washed all the bird blood and forest filth off him, of course).

Mutilated bird hung over his shoulder, he stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he noticed footprints leading into his home. The door was opened with caution-- his gun(NOT Whisper, but still nice) at the ready for any unfortunate intruders who might have decided to take up residence in his house.

Oh. This intruder...he looked...familiar. but different nonetheless; in a way that created a sort of uncanny feeling in his gut. He lowered his gun regardless, a deep frown etched into his lips.

"Yes. And I would appreciate it if you would stop tracking mud everywhere."

[enbeemagical]

soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

i think i'm loveless.

and what that means for me is, i have a really weird relationship with the word/concept of love

(these are just my personal thoughts, please don't reblog if you dislike or disagree; if "loveless" means something different to you, okay, but this is what it means to me. please don't tell me a different label is better or more accurate, or that what i've described sounds like love. these are my thoughts. my emotions. you do not get to police them.)

sometimes "love" feels so empty, like i've said it so much it's lost its meaning. and sometimes it feels like it means so much the word can't even hold it.

does that make any sense at all?

i legitimately used to try to conceptualize love by asking myself "would i feel sad if this person died? yes? then i guess i love them" and it was morbid ig. but the answer was always "yes," for anyone i knew. obviously if someone i didn't know died, i might never know, i wouldn't really feel sad, or feel loss from their death. but my friends? family? of course i'd miss them. it would hurt if they died. so obviously i loved them.

.......i...don't think that's how love is supposed to work lol. i don't think kids are supposed to need to imagine people dying to figure out if they love them. grief should not be the marker of love.

so: i'm loveless. i like saying "love," and i like saying that i love people and things. and sometimes it feels too much, like love is too much to be possible. and sometimes it feels empty and it sort of hurts. what is love anyways?

i'm not heartless. i do feel emotions, often very strongly. i feel love, but also i don't, because i don't even know what love is supposed to feel like. is it the protectiveness i feel when i think about someone i care about getting hurt? is it doing my best to stay level when i'm upset? is it the enjoyment i get from cooking, from experimenting with flavors? is it the soft moments when i'm reading and my cat is purring next to me? is it the thrill of a book i can't put down? is it happy stimming? i don't know, and so all of those become "love" as a shorthand. i love reading. i love cooking. i love my cat.

but for anything i could label "love," there are more specific words and phrases i could use. ones that mean more, even if they're longer to say. reading is like magic. i enjoy cooking and experimenting. i really like spending time with my cat because it's relaxing and he's so precious to me.

sometimes i can't express exactly what i feel, because i don't know the words, or i can't think of them, or it'd take too long to explain. so i say "love" instead, because "love" is something people understand. even if it doesn't feel quite right.

and too often, people use "love" as an excuse. "i love you. i want you to be happy. that's why i'm telling you this. that's why i'm doing this. i love you. it hurts sometimes, because love hurts sometimes."

so: i'm loveless. for good or ill, that's the word i'm choosing at the moment. it's the word that feels the best right now, maybe not the most accurate, but the most comfortable. it may change in the future, idk. lovequeer looks pretty nice too. (can you use both at once? or fluctuate between them?)

but right now, loveless is what feels good.

so: i'm loveless.

love you ^_~

[evil-is-relative]

Miraculous: An Impression by a New Watcher

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo at the recommendation of a friend, I finally watched Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir, and after binging the entire show this quarantine I am left with a few, very persistent impressions:

1) Endless Screaming

This show...is so good? I thought it was kinda hokey at first, and it took me a bit to get through the first episode, but after that? Holy carp? I love it?

2) Lock these two in an elevator for a week:

The romantic no-so-subtext of this pairing makes me alternately squeal in glee and scream in frustration. Neither know the other’s secret identity. He’s in love with her super-hero persona, and thinks of her SI as a friend. She’s in love with his SI, and thinks of his super-hero-persona as a friend. And we all know this and scream at them through a screen. I both hate and love that.

It’s been literally stated in the show that they’re made for each other, but that hit-and-miss behind the identity issue is teased and drawn out to the point of frustration. It’s a love triangle without the triangle. And then they gave each of them a potential other LI, and I’m banging my head on my desk.

3) Adrien deserves better. 

This poor kid? He personifies alone in a crowd, really. So many people adore him because of his modeling job, but he had no real friends until he clawed his way out of isolation and went to school behind his dad’s back. He has had to fight tooth and nail for every bit of affection he has gotten the entire show. It’s really no surprise his father is a super-villain, because he’s a super bad parent. No wonder he latches on to his feelings for Ladybug so hard.

Someone play Britney Spear’s “Lucky.”

4) Marinette hits most if not all the magical girl checkboxes but somehow isn’t annoying.

Clumsy? Check. Late all the time even before saving the world? Check. Goody-two-shoes? Also check. Teenager obsessed with her crush? Check. Optimist? Check. 

But, somehow, she doesn’t go overboard with it. She expresses frustration and needs her friends to cope and help, her (and their) reactions to her flaws are quite natural and understandable. You see her actually grow as a character throughout the series, rather than remaining static for humor’s sake. She tries and sometimes she fails, and her failures mean something, and have consequences longer than the episode. Her occasional selfishness isn’t glossed over because she’s the heroine. She’s called out on it, either verbally by her friends or by the universe itself. She doesn’t instantly redeem villains through her Innate Goodness, she has to continue to be good even when it’s a struggle, and even then it doesn’t always work out.

Also, she bribes good will through baking, which I totally relate to.

5) Believable motivations.

These heroes are teenagers, and it shows. A lot of Marinette’s mistakes are made from jealousy or irritation. Many of Adrien’s motives are from being locked up and isolated. She gains confidence from becoming Ladybug, as shown when she tells off her bully, Chloe, in the first episode, for what is heavily implied to be the very first time. Adrien throws himself into being Cat Noir so eagerly because it represents freedom. He’s more relaxed and cheeky while in super-hero form. It’s the subtle things that get me, though. Plagg, for instance, is extraordinarily dangerous. Looking back on the historical figures that had the Black Cat powers and some of the dialogue, it’s implied that his past owners have been strict and vigilant with him to reign in that power. Adrien isn’t. He scolds Plagg sometimes, but he knows what it’s like to be imprisoned, and gives Plagg what trust and freedoms he’s able, and Plagg thanks him for it.

6) BEAUTIFUL animation, which I appreciate, but also PRETTY PEOPLE HAVE ACTUAL EXPRESSIONS.

Same-face syndrome is so common now it’s practically overlooked, but the characters (main ones, anyway) are so diverse in this show. You don’t need different hairstyles to tell Alya from Chloe from Marinette. Their face shapes, features, and proportions are different. And the body types vary wildly as well! And NONE OF THEM are presented as more desirable or attractive than the others!

Marinette is gorgeous AND expressive.

When you see a face like this in animation, you usually don’t expect to also see it like this:

True, modern animation has moved slightly away from the Always Perfect Heroine, but the sheer AMOUNT of silly expressions she makes still stuns me when I think of it. She even makes a hair pulling Arrrrg! face in the theme song!

7) Wider worldview and world building.

Some heroes get their powers from aliens, or being aliens. Some get them from inter-dimensional beings. Some get theirs from magic. These guys get theirs from the embodiment of concepts, who happen to be tiny, cute, and willingly tied to jewelry. They don’t fit into one category, and I appreciate that.

8) Marinette is half Chinese

The show includes several mixed-race and non-white characters in the main and secondary cast, not just as background characters.

9) S O F T  L O O K S 

I’m dead.

[moonraccoon-exe]

Hi Moon! I hope you're having a fantastic week so far! I had the chance to read Ignis and The Beast and it was another fantastic chapter. <3 I especially loved the excitement of Ignis trying on the suit, and the sweetness of their conversation at the end. c: Gladio needs all of the hugs and love~ -Flour aka Iridae

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I WASN’T EXPECTING YOUR MESSAGE AND IT MADE ME SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU MADE MY WEEKEND SO BRIGHT, IT’S FULL OF HOMEWORK SO I WAS BUMMED BUT THIS MADE IT SO DAMN BRIGHT YOU HAVE NO IDEA!! THANK U! ❤

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Imma add a keep reading line here and hope Tumblr won’t mess it up!

It’s been a good week, as it can get, yeah!!! It really bums me out the whole homework issue, because I really enjoy and get so much done out of free time, but what can I do against the system asdkjlf. But at least, it seems like school listened to our complaints and teachers learned from last semester because BOY, last semester was a DISASTER. It was 1st time in my life that I had to spend months in the wrongly romanticized (?) concept of “no sleep for the sake of homework”. So this time they’re not giving us homework daily, like before, rather once per week, except the rest of the week is STACKED FULL of so much reading OTL At least it’s better than handing in essays everyday lmao ;w;

SO YAH, it’s been easier than last semester so that’s all I wanted! 

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I’M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SOSOSOSOOSOSOSO SOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY THAT YOU LIKED THAT CHAPTE,R IT WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE, AN EXCITED IF KINDA SHY IGGY IS ALWAYS MY FAVORITE, BEAUTIFUL BOY MADE OF PURITY DESERVES ALL THE FANBOYING <3 AND YUUUUUUSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THAT CONVERSATION, I’D BEEN WAITING FOR YEARS TO WRITE IT AKLSJDALKGJAD

It also felt really nice to write out because it felt like advice to myself? Like, it’s been years since I had any self-esteem issues regarding my looks, but this one conversation was like *brain illumination* and I was like wtf where are the words coming from omg thank you brain

Gladdy bby looks tough and bad but really he’s just a misunderstood bitey boy that struggles and needs all the hugs ;w; <3 GLADIO SOOOOOOOO DESERVES ALL THE HUGS AND I MAY OR MAY NOT BE PLANNING TO GIVE THEM TO HIM AKLJSDFLAKDAGJADLKGJDALKGAJDLGKDAJGLADKGJDALKGJDALKGADJGLADKJG

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I’M HAPPIER THAT YOU LIKED IT, AND HAPPIER THAT YOU LET ME KNOW!!!! Thank you for sticking through despite how AWFULLY LONG i’m taking. I didn’t plan to take so much time on this, let alone YEARS, but boy. ;w; So really, it means a lot to me that you’re still reading and that you’re still taking the time to let me know. It’s so sweet of you and it motivates me!!!!!!! So, really, thank you, Iridae. You’re truly such a muffin and you’ve supported me for so long, I just, I’m mindblown. Thank you wholeheartedly <3

Truth be told, I’m not VERY inspired for next chapter because the beginning is SO VERY MUCH ALIKE to another one I already wrote (it’ll make sense when you read it, just by the title alkjdaslkj), and it’s really the middle and end what are different but I can’t get to a middle without a beginnign so I’m struggling with putting that out of my system... OTL

BUT I’LL MANAGE TO!!! Imma break through this silly block soon, and as soon as the beginning is out, everything will flow smoother <3 

*HUGS*

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I’m really so happy to hear from you and happy to see your comments on Iggy and the Beast!!! You made the rest of my week really happy. I hope you’re doing FANTASTIC and that you’re having MAGNIFICENT days, Iridae!!!!

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[nerdylittleshit]

Thoughts about Spn 15x03

SPOILERS AHEAD! BEWARE!

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo… This episode man. I’m having emotions. Several of them. I love me some angst and well this episode delivered. Though I think that the promo for this week’s episode kinda spoiled the big character death at the end, so I really thought they might go another way. This episode focused on big character moments, with the Ghostapocalypse functioning as a vehicle for those moments. We do say goodbye to quite a few characters (though some just temporarily), so next week we will shift from an ensemble cast back to Sam & Dean, and what looks like a classic monster-of-the-week-episode, though given it is the last season there might be more to it. We will see. Until then, let’s have a closer look at this week’s episode.

Ketch me if you can

Let’s start with Ketch, who… well dies. And unfortunately next to Rowena’s big sacrifice you almost forget his death. Which felt a bit underwhelming to be honest. First of you don’t expect a hunter/former Men of Letter/ assassin to be killed by a demon. Why was there no protection in the hospital? No devil’s trap, nothing? And of course ketch died in the way we would not have expected of him: sacrificing himself to protect Sam and Dean. Which of course should show us how far he has come, how much he has changed, in particular by the Winchesters. And yet it kinda felt cheap, not only because we saw similar death scenes before or it felt too easy for Ardat to kill Ketch, but because Ketch’s death scene has to live up to Rowena’s and naturally he loses against that competition.

If anything Ketch’s death was yet another reminder that this is the last season, so the show tries to wrap up as many story and character arcs as they can, though I hope we will see other endings than characters who sacrifice themselves. You just can’t let them all die. And as mentioned Ketch’s death follows a pattern, we have seen characters like him and deaths like his before. Characters who start out as antagonists, become better through the Winchesters and end up giving their life for them: Meg, Crowley, and now Ketch and Rowena.

Like I said it kinda felt cheap, using the same trope over and over again, though perhaps this is yet another meta level. We have Dean pointing out that the Ghostapocalypse feels sort of sloppy and not like the ending they deserve. There were many complains among fans that this particular storyline did not feel scary or threatening, and that is perhaps the point. Chuck was improvising and turns out he is not as good as a writer as he thinks he is. So perhaps especially in this season whenever a storyline feels constructed or a trope overused this might be intentional. The strongest moments this season where the character moments: because their choices, their feelings, that is what is real. That is what matters.

Lilith Bo-Peep

Speaking of constructed storylines: there just happens to be a magical object that can get all the souls back to hell, you just haven’t heard about it because of reasons. Again the constructed story is a framework for various character moments: Cas and Belphegor’s conversation in hell, Belphegor’s betrayal, Cas who is forced to kill “Jack”, and how Dean used all of this to let out his anger at Cas (more of this later).

What I find interesting about Belphegor is that he used to work as a torturer in hell and he still tortures people, namely Cas, though less obvious. He has an excellent intuition for what would hurt someone the most. He has watched Sam, Dean and Cas only for a few days and yet he figured out their dynamic, knows that something is wrong between them. Of course when Cas tells Belphegor that Sam and Dean only use him and don’t actually care about him he just voices his own greatest fear, and Belphegor knows that and uses it against him.

For a moment it looks like Belphegor might become the new Big Bad (no thanks), so Cas did the only right thing at that moment and kills him, which of course was yet another torture, as Belphegor was still wearing Jack’s body. Cas already blames himself for Jack’s death and now he had to symbolically kill him again. And of course Cas couldn’t have known that this action would lead to Rowena’s sacrifice, so Dean blaming him for that is yet another thing.

Rowena the Brave

I have grown quite fond of Rowena over the years, especially since they moved her story away from Crowley and focused more on her. I’m not sure yet how to feel about her death to be honest. It was a great death scene (with phenomenal acting from both Ruth and Jared), it was a worthy end to her story, and yet I do not like in general killing of female characters, especially powerful, layered and complex female characters. And obviously this death beats her previous deaths because it had happened in her own terms, it was her own choice and she died a hero. I do believe she already had this plan B of hers in the back of her mind, knowing that something could go wrong with plan A. that is why she choose Sam as her assistant, knowing that when worse comes to worse she needed him to kill her.

And what is so interesting is her reasoning for her death. She claims that she does not care about Sam and Dean or the world, at least not enough to give her own life. But she believes in magic and in prophecies. Which actually is the opposite of Team Free Will, of believing in choice and rewriting your destiny. And the thing is, Rowena doesn’t have to die. If the Ghostapocalypse would have happened she probably would have survived, given her resurrection sachet. This is not a situation where she would have died either way, so she chose the one where she at least would save the others. But to her it is clear that everything that is happening is destined to be: the world about to end, her spell that needs the ultimate sacrifice and Sam with her. And of course it had to be Sam; killing herself would not have worked (or so she assumes), for her final death it had to be Sam killing her. And I always thought she took some comfort from knowing it would be Sam who kills her; Sam who would not be unnecessarily cruel. In the end she chose her death and the circumstances of it; Sam only killed her because she asked him to do it.

Rowena’s death mirrors both Crowley’s and Sam’s death, the two men she was closest to. Her final words are almost the same as Crowley’s and she lets herself fall into the open gates of hell the way Sam did in 5x22. Each of them (Rowena, Crowley, Sam) died to save the world, to protect the ones they love. So is this the end of Rowena? I saw some speculation floating around that she could become the new Queen of Hell, which I would approve. And is Sam now getting more into magic? Rowena already claims he is the most magical talented among them. We will see.

Break me up before you go-go

Let’s talk about that final scene between Cas and Dean, shall we? *rubshands* As I already said obviously Cas is not to blame for Rowena’s death. He couldn’t have known that his action would lead to her sacrificing herself. He did the best he could in the situation with Belphegor. So Dean blaming him for Rowena’s death is just an excuse. Dean is angry, at himself, the world, Chuck, and also Cas. But Cas is currently the only one he can throw at his anger. Dean decides for Cas that he is the one who will escort Belphegor to hell, and as Belphegor notices neither Sam or Dean seem to care too much about Cas, giving the risk of the mission.

Everything that happens hits all of Cas’s buttons, all his insecurities at once. He is afraid Sam and Dean don’t care about him and only want him around because he is useful. His powers are fading, which has actually nothing to do with Dean’s behaviour towards him, but to Cas it reads different. He fears he has no place in their family, telling Dean that at least Sam and Dean have each other. With Jack dead, with Chuck seemingly gone, he thinks he no longer has a reason to stay around. All of Dean’s behaviour made it obvious that he does not care about Cas, at least in Cas’s eyes. And on top of that Dean called him ‘wrong’. Cas has always been accused to be wrong, mostly from his angelic family. Too much heart, too close to the humans in his charge. Now his human family has dismissed him as well.

Ironically one of Dean’s greatest fear comes true as well: everyone he loves will leave him eventually. Though of course he is responsible for Cas leaving them. What is interesting about the Dean-Cas-Break-Up-scene is that it is happening at such an early point of the season. All their issues have been addressed and communicated. Dean knows now that Cas is afraid he does not care about him, that he only wants him around when he is useful, that he has no place in their family. It is up to Dean to prove him wrong. All of this need to happen in order for them to overcome their problems, to get to a healthier place in their relationship. Looking forward to it.

Until next week my lovelies <3

[metamorph-magus]

Did Ginny and Luna had a bad break up or is there some feelings still or or...?

(( OOC – SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.This is gonna be a HC kinda post.Because I fuckin’ adore Linny with all my heart and soul.But my opinions of Linny are similiar to my opinions of WolfStar. So be prepared.

CHAN’S LINNY HC

Ginny and Luna were never “official”. They never called each other “girlfriends” or “lovers”. But the term “best friend” never fit right either. 

After the catastrophe that was the Chamber of Secrets, Ginny was often the subject of avoidance from her classmates.

“She might still be possessed.”

Luna sat next to her in their potions class. She liked Ginny’s freckles because they reminded her of stars. Ginny liked her eyes because they were her favorite color.

“Your hair is the same color as some species of nargles I’ve seen around.”

“Nargles? Really? Can I see them?”

 Everyone in their year always had a feeling. And there were rumors. But Ginny squashed them every chance she got.

Luna loved physical touch. It took Ginny a little while to get used to it. But it became almost second nature after a bit. It was common to see them in the library or in the courtyard, entangling hands while talking about their day. They were always touching.Leg to leg, head on shoulder, arm and arm. Ginny was never overly touchy with anyone (including Dean) except for Luna.

Ginny told her everything about her family. About her brothers, her parents, the burrow. Luna spoke of her father, and her mother’s passing. She really wanted to meet Molly someday. To hug a mother. Ginny promised to invite her over sometime during the next break. 

Luna loved Ginny’s hair. She loved to touch it, to play with it, and was constantly braiding it. Ginny learned how to do her sidebraid from Luna. And Luna often requested to braid her hair before Gryffindor matches. Ginny was happy to oblige.

The nickname “Loony” quickly died out once Ginny caught wind of it. Anyone who knew better knew they didn’t want a Weasley hexing them over a silly nickname.

“It’s okay Ginny. I like nicknames. It makes me feel like more people like me.”

“Luna, I like you. And I would never call you that.”

After Dean asked Ginny out, Luna was supportive. But disappointed when she began studying by herself. They still talked. But Ginny didn’t think holding her hand was a good idea anymore. 

“Sorry Lu–next time. I promise.”

When Ginny broke up with Dean, Luna was the first person she had run to. Luna held her in her arms until she stopped crying. It didn’t matter if Ginny was the one who initiated the break up…her heart was still in pain. Luna could feel it in her own.

“You can’t help how your heart feels, Ginny. He didn’t make a home there. You didn’t want him to. And that’s okay.” Ginny had rubbed her eyes raw. Luna kissed them to make them better.

Their study dates resumed after that. Luna tried not to act too happy to have Ginny back. But it was as if she had a piece of her back at her side.

“Can you braid my hair again? I forgot how to do it.” 

Luna was the first to notice the way Harry’s gaze changed when he looked at Ginny

He looked at Ginny the way she looked at Ginny. 

Like she was the lighthouse at the end of a storm. Like the burning fire needed to keep warm. Like she was Summertime after a harsh Winter. Like she was the sun breaking across the horizon at the first sign of morning.

Luna had known how much Ginny cared for Harry. She watched as Ginny read the book that was The Boy Who Lived and how she had locked that part away, thinking it was over. But she never realized that she was simply embarking on a new chapter.

The war had started. Harry had fled, leaving Ginny behind. Again.

“Ginny, it’s okay. He’ll be back.”

Luna held her again the same way she did countless times before. After she lost her quidditch matches. After Percy left the family. She wiped away the tears that streaked past her freckles and kissed her flaming locks. 

It would be the last time Luna would ever hold her like that. The last time the two would ever be like that.

[hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger]

Spider-Man: Far From Home Thoughts Part 2.5 a.k.a. Spidey: Far From Homecoming?

 This is a short instalment discussing Far From Home as a follow up to Homecoming (and to a lesser extent Spider-Man’s appearances in other movies). I couldn’t decide where to put these thoughts in the other parts so I decided to separate them out like this.

 What is so striking about Far From Home is that in a lot of ways it simultaneously is better and worse than Homecoming in a lot of ways. By this I don’t just mean some elements unambiguously improve things and some elements worsen them, what I mean is some individual elements do both.

For example the action is unambiguously better than Homecoming’s mostly forgettable affair. Spider-Man’s first and final encounters with the villain are undeniably better than in Homecoming. Where the Vulture showed up and we got a frantic scene of Spidey simply being assaulted here we get Peter trying to fight back but ultimately failing as Mysterio unleashes the best scene of the movie. Where in Homecoming Peter doesn’t beat Vulture so much as he survives hard enough against him to the point where Vulture lost, here Peter 100% beats Mysterio.

However the wacky humour and hijinks as well as the Stark worship is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much worse. The teachers are utterly insufferable (and break some laws as well) but their humour is also just poorly crafted. Everyone saw one of the teachers dropping his camera in the canal so far ahead of time it hurt.

Mysterio compared to Vulture though is one example of a grey area.

Where we comparing both to the comics Mysterio and Vulture both being so connected to Iron Man hurts their standing an awful lot. But of the two Mysterio gets it worse. Mysterio’s entire plan revolves around Iron Man, his tech stems from Iron Man, his backstory has 0 independence from Iron Man. The Vulture at the very least started off briefly as his own man before Tony Stark wrecked his life and thus forced him to become a villain, a villain who is a dark reflection of Iron Man.

Mysterio is as well but in a very different way and more abstractly. Ironically even though there are clearer cut comparisons between Iron Man and Vulture, Vulture’s driving motivation isn’t to literally all about replacing Iron Man. In fact if you tweaked Vulture’s character or story arc you could make his character work independently of all the Iron Man stuff, but that’d be impossible for Mysterio. Mysterio’s whole goal is wrapped up in Iron Man, whereas the Vulture’s arc was merely set in motion by Iron Man’s.

Now that’s a complaint that’s really more applicable to comparing this to the comics. When viewed in the context of the MCU in isolation there is no issue with either of these guys being connected to Iron Man exactly. In fact it’s consistent within the bounds of these Spider-Man movies. The problem is...it’s also consistent with the MCU. In the MCU Vulture was the FOURTH ‘dark reflection of Iron Man’ villain we’d encountered and Mysterio is the fifth. Were we to look at the Spidey films on their own that’d be fine, but would make a third villain like that cliché, but in the MCU as a whole it’s incredibly unimaginative. In fact Mysterio might be the worst example because the movie is blatant about his motivation to literally be the next Iron Man and derives his motivations and henchmen from old Iron Man appearances.

Moving on we have Spider-Man’s suits.

I didn’t actually think about this whilst watching the movies but this movie wonderfully downplays the tech incorporated into Spider-Man’s suits.

Across the film we see five suits specifically.

The hoodie outfit (which is an illusion).

The Civil War suit (which in one scene is also an illusion).

The Infinity War armour.

The Night Monkey Stealth suit.

And finally the new red and black costume debuting in this movie.

For most of the movie Peter doesn’t wear the second or third suits and when he does he doesn’t fight in them. Yes folks that trailer of Peter webbing up bad guys and then chatting with the cops is a trailer exclusive.

As such Peter doesn’t have access to the advanced tech functions of those two suits, mitigating one of the biggest criticisms of Homecoming. It’s not even clear if the advanced protocols Ned hacked in Washington were still enabled after Homecoming. We do learn however that down to Earth everyman Peter Parker has a friggin nanotech suspension unit in his bedroom to house his Infinity War armour.

The only tech really on display from his suits that I can remember are the web wings and the parachute from his new outfit. Peter makes personal and effective use of the parachute, symbolizing I guess how he’s grown more competent and experienced as in prior films he was made to look childish and bumbling as a result of them.

That’s another vast improvement over Homecoming. Peter in terms of being a fighter and a hero in general is not the incompetent bumbling fool he was in the last solo film.

And as much as I love this as a Spidey comic fan both these changes raise some questions.

Namely how and when did Peter grow in his skills exactly and why didn’t he incorporate any of his advanced tech into his new red and black suit? It doesn’t make sense within the context of the MCU Spider-Man’s universe. This of course equally applies to his feelings for MJ which are totally out of nowhere.

It also just inconsistent with the message of the last movie. This Spider-Man is gonna be more tech focused but not in this movie.

And yet he still is because he gets Tony’s magic science sunglasses, his holographic workshop and his...soundtrack?

Going back to Michelle, she’s more likable in this movie than the last one but her softening feels rather forced, like it’s happening just to hook them up. Equally Ned’s role as confidant is lessened and he gets demoted to a more comedic sidekick than anything else. So he’s hardly the man in the chair the last movie built him up to be. I hated that angle for his character of course, but I’m saying for the MCU Spidey fans who DGAF about the comics it’s inconsistent.

Unfortunately just about the only thing regarding the supporting cast remaining consistent is Aunt May being irrelevant beyond making Peter feel awkward that men lust after her. The only difference is it’s one man particularly in this movie.

We have other issues regarding Peter’s characterization, the Spider Sense and his relationship with Tony but that’s talked about in other installments of this series.

P.S. there was also far less quips and far more annoying humour

[evakviigmohns]

clarinet player [bill denbrough]

A/N: i!! loved!! writing!! this! thanks to the lovely person who sent this request & im sorry that is kind of short ¿¿ but yeah!! Hopefully you will love it! & im rlly sorry it took so long but I’ve been rlly busy with back to school stuff and such. Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, yeah lmao

Request by richiee-bitchyy: eyy i heard u wanted requests! could u maybe write a bill X reader fic where the reader is a clarinet player and she tries to teach bill some notes? tysm! Xoxo

A/N AGAAN: YALL I EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT MAKING LIKE A SECOND PART OF THIS¿¿ SO IF YOU ARE INTERESTED LET!! ME!! KNOW!! TUSEN TAKK

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The girl’s fingers moved around the holes of the clarinet as she blew air from her mouth to make the music flow. A happy lullaby that would probably ease children who were crying and would make some parent’s proud was being played and YN played it with confidence because she felt the stare of certain blue-eyed boy in her.

Once she finished and looked up, Bill was smiling at her and walked towards her direction and sat beside her.

“T-T-That was a-a-ma-amazing.” He said looking at her as he tapped his feet on the ground.

“Than you, billy.” YN told him as she placed a piece of her hair behind her ear and slightly blushed. It wasn’t a secret the odd the relationship that they had. They were a ‘thing’ but without actually being anything. Everyone knew about the feelings they had for each other, even they did, but both of them enjoyed this stage where the flirting was almost inevitable and even the smallest of the touches would cause the other to slowly lose their minds.

“Want me to teach you?” The girl asked him as she looked at him with those beautiful eyes who drove him crazy, how was he supposed to say no?

“Sure.” Bill replied as he sat closer to YN, shoulders brushing with each other as they felt little tingles go through their spines.

“Here,” the girl handed him the clarinet “put it in your mouth and I’ll teach you some notes”

Bill followed her instruction and a few moments later she was explaining him where each finger is supposed to go [A/N I would actually explain this but I have no fucking idea about clarinets like I don’t even know how to play the xylophone]

“Okay, now blow” [A/N IM SORRY I THOUGHT ABOUT FUCKING BLOW JOB FFS WHATS WRONG WITH ME VHDNIDKJFSS] he did what YN told him to do and as soon as the air flew across the instrument a noise that sounded a lot like forks scratching a plate spread across the room; the girl immediately started laughing so hard that she grabbed her stomach and bill blushed in embarrassment.

“I-I-I’m sorry.” Bill said as she grabbed his fingers and placed them correctly.

“Don’t worry, nobody is born knowing everything” As YN looked up, she realized how close she had gotten to bill. Their noses were almost bumping as his eyes were slightly opened in shook by the sudden closeness that the moment brought between them. Her eyes slowly drifted to bill’s lips, that were slightly parted, and YN saw how his tongue licked his bottom lip.

He wanted to break the distance by finally pulling her close and do what he has been wanting to do for so long, Bill wanted that moment to be special, so they could speak about it in their future; the boy didn’t wanted it to be after he messed up.

Bill moved backwards so now their faces weren’t so close and the girl sighed in relieve. YN wanted him to kiss her, but she wasn’t really sure if it was the right time. She wanted to be a hundred percent sure that after they kissed, she wouldn’t be a fucking mess and would actually to be capable of asking bill the long-awaited question

“Okay,” she shyly smiled at him “now blow.”

This time, the note came out good. They spent the rest of their afternoon with YN teaching him more notes and Bill either tragically failing or being oddly good. A few minutes past 6pm he left the clarinet on her lap and looked at her with a little smile

“I-I have t-t-to g-go.” YN nodded and walked him towards the door of her bedroom.

“This was fun” YN said with a smile as she looked at Bill who slightly smiled.

“Ma-maybe next ti-time y-you can te-ach-teach me a fu-fu-full song.” He suggested

“Sure.” She said and saw how he walked towards the stairs that led to the front door of her house.

Bill turned around in his heels and walked with confidence towards the girl that was looking at him with curiousness in her face. He grabbed YN’s face and kissed her next to her lips as he softly thanked her and immediately left without seeing the intense blush that crossed the girl’s face.

YN’s hand raised and softly touched the place where Bill had landed his lips, she smiled to herself and closed the door behind her as the noise of a bicycle being picked up from the street filled the silence in her room.

[j-hope]

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