#i have a hate love relationship with Flip-A-Clip

[spaced-out-tiger]

ANIMATION BE APON YE RAAAAA-

Its so sketchy and unpolished but whatever xD

I tried to add the movements in the jaw but I'm not sure if it looks good but I just did this for practice :P

(it also took me like 3 tries to figure out how format it in a way I liked-)

Audio from this video - https://youtu.be/2KcVGRC_lPM?si=EU9FgM7eKwS5Pf_G

[propertyofyoutube]

I HAVE A REQUEST

So the fic could be a Sam X reader, and it starts with just pure smut and him being dominant, then after right, the reader Is laying in bed and Sam's editing. The reader takes out her phone and does the trend 'this man just took my ability to walk and now he's editing' and the reader, who is publicly dating, posts it and it gets millions of view and likes and Sam gets a notification too and he opens it to see that, and then he stops editing and starts cuddling the reader, ending the fic in fluff or smut, your choice. Sam could also ask at the end 'you happy now?'

Are you happy now? - EXPLICIT

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, dom!sam, controlling during sex, rough but passionate, angry!sam, creampie, oral, gagging, pure filth and love. Oh and bad language lol.

Not edited.

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You sat peacefully on the sofa in yours and Sam's shared bedroom, happily scrolling through your TikTok foryou page. You suddenly came across an edit of you and Sam. Your eye fell wide as you watched the skills of the talented fans, highlighted moments in your relationship in the most amazing way. You and Sam had been public for almost 2 years now, and it still was hard for you to see yourself in this way. Something you'd probably never get used to. As you watched the quickly changing clips your heart dropped as you saw a text message from Colby drop down the top of your screen.

Colbs: yooo, warning! Shitty day, Sam's pretty angry about this last meeting...

You: oh fuck... is he okay? Are you okay? When you say angry, like shouting angry or silent angry?

Your thumb twiddled across your keyboard as you watched Colby's typing bubble show up. You wasn't sure which you'd prefer right now. Shouting angry Sam meant he would probably have to offload his stress on you with a monologue of curse words and exaggerated arm movements. But silent angry Sam, could be two things; 1- headphones on/movie on and cuddling in silence, 2- breaking your back in an outburst of dominance and frustration, most perfect stress reliever. Lowkey, you were hoping for the latter.

Colbs: I'm okay, Sam will probably explain it to you... but let's just say he hasn't said a word since he started driving home...

You: right okay... thanks for the heads up x

You sighed after texting Colby back. You hated when Sam had a shit day, it killed you to see him upset, and we're always willing to do whatever it took to make him feel better.

>>>>>>>>>

It had only been 20 minute you were waiting, still sat on the sofa, before you heard the front door open. You waited nervously as you closed your phone placing it down beside you. You could hear Colby's voice muffling in the background and suddenly the sound of footsteps making their climb up the staircase. You knew those angry footsteps anywhere.

You took a deep breath as the bedroom door opened and Sam walked in, throwing his bag down quickly, his jaw clenched and his fists stiff.

"Hey baby, are you okay?" You asked, trying to make it seem like Colby hadn't already told you that he wasn't okay.

Sam instantly began to take off his jacket, your eyes fell wide as his gaze met yours as he walked further into the room. You knew that look anywhere. His hands quickly unbuckled his belt as you felt your stomach do a flip and your heat twitch. “Clothes off. Now.” He spoke firmly as your eyes fell wide with both concern and excitement. “I need you.” Sam said his voice shaking with so much emotion.

You instantly stood up and began to remove your clothes your heart beating fast. As you quickly managed to strip completely naked, you looked up to see Sam, his expression softening ever so slightly at the view of you. “Fuck me…” he said, his voice low. “Get over here now.” He said firmly.

You bit your lip in anticipation as you began to head over to him. Sam stepped forward meeting you halfway as he crashed his lips onto yours. The kiss was instantly hot and passionate. His hands wandering around your body.

“I’ve had… such a shitty day…” Sam mumbled against your lips as his grip on your skin deepened.

“I know baby…” you whispered back between kisses.

“All I thought about… was you..” he continued, as he suddenly tugged on your hair, pulling your head back earning a moan from you. “And taking all my frustrations out on that perfect little pussy of yours…” Sam suddenly bit on your lip as his voice sent shivers down your body. “Do you want me to feel better baby?” He asked, his voice low.

“Uh huh…” you managed to squeeze out through moans.

You felt as Sam smirked against your lips, he quickly moved to near your ear as he spoke firmly, “then be a good girl, and get on those knees.” As he suddenly nibbled on your ear your eyes rolled back as you nodded.

Without question, you instantly dropped to your knees, his throbbing cock now directing in your eye line. “Don’t make me ask again.” Sam said with a smirk across his face. You smiled back up at him as you licked your lips, his hand grazing across your chin.

You quickly grabbed his cock as Sam’s jaw slacked open. Your eyes gazing up at him as you suddenly took the head of his dick into your mouth. Sam moaned low as you swirled your tongue around. “Fuck baby… if you don’t stop teasing me… I’ll fuck the back of your throat until you gag.” You loved this side of Sam. When his dominant side really shines through, the control he has turned you on more than anything.

You obeyed and quickly began to bob your head back and forth, taking as much as you could whilst stroking the rest of him.

“Fuck… that’s it baby girl.” Sam spoke between groans.

You couldn’t help but smile, you always felt proud of yourself when Sam praised you like this. His hand stroking the back of your head and the feeling of your lips surrounding his cock making both of you melt.

Suddenly Sam started to buck his hips slightly, you could tell his desperate for more. You looked up at him as you suddenly opened up your mouth wider, giving him permission to take over. He quickly looked down at you with his eyes full of love as they suddenly turned much darker and he bit his lip, grabbing the back of your head with both hands suddenly began to face fuck you. “Atta girl!” Sam groaned deeply as his cock hit the back of your throat. Again and again. Sam held his cock there for a moment as your eyes began to water and you couldn’t help but gag.

“Fuck…” Sam groaned as he pulled out slowly. Allowing you to catch your breath. After a moment, the air back in your lungs, he pushed his dick straight back in, repeating the same steps. As you gagged once more, he pulled out once again as he breathed heavily. “Fuck baby, come here.” He demanded as you stood up wiping drool from your chin.

“Jump.” He said firmly as you quickly hopped up, his hands grabbing your legs as they wrapped around his waist.

You couldn’t help but let out a squeal of excitement as he threw you onto the bed. He immediately followed you as he hovered his body above yours. He reconnected your lips in another moment of passion as he took his hand, moving it down along your body until it reached your heat. As Sam’s fingers found your clit and began to rub in fast circles, you moaned against his lips as he kissed you. Your back arched off the bed as your soaking core finally had some relief. But you wanted more, you needed him, you needed to feel him inside of you.

“You… are the only thing… that gets me through the day.” Sam groaned as he kissed down to your neck, rubbing faster.

“D-don’t stop baby…” you cried out, your head throwing back in pleasure. That knot forming in your stomach as you bucked your hips against his hand.

“What happened to your manners?” Sam said firmly, as his hand slowly lowered its speed.

Your jaw fell wide open as that ache returned, “p-please Sam. Please, just fuck me.” You begged as a smirk formed on Sam’s face.

“Be careful what you wish for…” Sam said catching you off guard as he suddenly took his cock, pushing it deep inside of you with no warning. Both of you simultaneously moaning loudly.

As Sam began to thrust in and out of you, your hands gripped onto his back as you slowly dragged your nails down, earning an even deeper groan from Sam. The knot in your stomach quickly reformed as you were now desperate to feel that release of pleasure. “Fuck Sam.” You moaned out as Sam felt your walls clench around him. Suddenly he lifted himself off you slightly as he began to pound into you, deeper and faster as your legs began to shake.

“That’s it baby, cum for me.” Sam spoke with demand on his voice.

His speed consistent as you felt it build up quickly, until it suddenly exploded. Your whole body filled from top to bottom with a rush of passion and pleasure. “Sam!” You cried out as Sam felt you cum all over him. Sam’s thrusts slowed down slightly as he rode out your high before pulling out of you. He quickly raised onto his knees.

“Turn over.” He demanded, the way his voice changed with his dominance was breathtaking. You obliged immediately flipping over as you tried to catch your breath.

Sam bit his lip as he began to tease your entrance with his cock. “If only… my employees could be as obedient as you…” he spoke as his heart pounded, remembering why he was so angry.

“Please Sammy…” you begged, your body now becoming more exhausted but ready for more.

“As you wish, princess.” Sam said as he quickly pushed himself back inside of you, hitting your g-spot instantly in your still sensitive core.

“Oh shit..” you gasped as he pulled back out before pushing deep inside of you once again. Sam groaned lower than ever as he began to pick up his speed with each thrust. His hips smacking loudly against your ass, loud enough for the neighbours to hear as he pounded into you.

“Fuck y/n…” Sam groaning your name sent shivers throughout your entire body. Suddenly, Sam leaned forward grabbing both of your hands as he pulled them behind your back, allowing your chest to fall onto the bed. “I’m gonna split you in half.” Sam spoke through gritted teeth.

“Yes baby!” You cried out as Sam pinned your arms by the wrist to your lower back and he instantly sped up once again, his dick deeper inside of you with each powerful thrust. “Fuck fuck fuck!” You cried out as the side of your face rested on the mattress.

“Fuck, I’m close baby.” Sam groaned as he refused to lay off. “Cum with me, okay?” He said as you whined nodding your head, unable to form words.

“Good girl.” Sam praised once again allowing that knot to instantly form, quickly expanding in your stomach. You both became moaning messes as his pounded you to your limit.

“Fuck now, y/n!” He practically shouted as a string of curse words left both of your mouths. Your walls clenched around him, as you came all over his cock. Quickly followed by his hot cum filling you up entirely.

Sam’s thrusts slowed down, riding out both of your highs, until he slowly pulled out. His hot cum spilling out after him. “Are you okay?” Sam quickly asked, it was rare he was that hard on you, and he always needed to make sure you were okay.

“Uh huh…” you nodded with a smile as you breathed heavily, your heart pounding out of your chest.

Sam suddenly leaned down, kissing your cheek gently, as he moved your hair out of your face. “Why don’t you go take a shower baby?” Sam suggested before kissing you on the lips, much more sweet than before.

You nodded your head sloppily as your energy had gone from 100 to 0.

“I’ll be right here, waiting when you get back.” Sam said with a smile as you kissed him once more.

>>>>>>>>>

The shower was exactly what you needed after that. However, your legs were weak, and it was truly a challenge to stay stood up right whilst you washed. But, you managed to pull through.

As you walked back into the room, you looked at the bed to see Sam not there. You sighed slightly, as knowing this boy, he probably was working once again. Even after such a shitty day. Once you put on your pjs and brushed your hair, you left the bedroom and walked down the hallway, stopping at Sam and Colby’s shared office. As you peeped around the door, you saw Sam, headphones on, clicking away. You smiled as you watched the concentration on his face, however, this bitch promised to be waiting for you for a cuddle. You leaned on the door frame as you lifted your arm, knocking 3 times. Sam’s eyes quickly darted to the door as he lifted one side of his headphones away from his ear.

“Hey baby, I just thought I’d start editing next months video.” He said as he smiled at you. You smiled back with a sigh as you rested your head on the frame.

“Tonight?” You said with sadness in your voice.

Sam sighed as he glanced at his screen and then back at you, “just 15 minutes, I promise…” he said softly, which you knew full well would turn out to be a lie.

“Okay…” you said with a smile as he smiled back with so much love and appreciation on his face for you. After the pounding you had, you truly did just want him to hold you, you never really was one for much aftercare, but you felt so exhausted you just wanted to be with him.

You scrunched your face up, trying to think of a way to get him to bed, but unfortunately nothing came to you. You took a deep breath once again, as you looked over at him, his eyes glued to the screen as he clicked away. You took out your phone as snapped a video of him editing away. You chuckled to yourself as you walked back to the bedroom.

As you climbed into bed, you headed straight onto TikTok, immediately opening to another edit of yourself and sam. Which immediately gave you a bright idea. You bit your lip mischievously as you selected the video of Sam editing. You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself as you joined the TikTok trend by typing, ‘man just blew my back out and now he’s editing🤔’ and added a sound. You paused for moment before hitting post, unsure of how Sam would take you posting this, but also knowing that the fans would absolutely love it. As you battled with yourself for a moment, the fans won. The fans will always win. You hit post and within 3 seconds, the comments, likes and shares started rolling in. Your phone going crazier than usual.

As Sam felt his eyes falling heavy, he already wanted to call it quits after 5 minutes. He just wanted to be with you, holding you after such a long day but such an amazing night. ‘Just one more clip’ he thought to himself but he suddenly noticed his phone flashing like crazy, as much as when they post a new Sam and Colby video. He frowned confused for a moment, as he removed his headphones picking up his phone. His mouth and eyes simultaneously fell wide as he watched your TikTok and the read the comments as they continued to roll on. The corners of his mouth slowly began to turn upwards as a smile spread across his face.

Almost 5 minutes had passed and you continued to scroll through your foryou page. You weren’t even sure if Sam had seen the video, so when he appeared in the bedroom, you kept your eyes on your phone as you spoke, trying your best to hold in a laugh, “finished so soon babe?” You asked with innocence in your voice.

Sam continued to walk across the room before climbing into bed beside you. He grabbed your phone out of your hands, locking it and putting it back down as he lifted his arm up over your head, signalling for you to cuddle him.

You looked up at him with a smile as you wiggled yourself into his arms. He squeezed tightly as he kissed your head and you exhaled deeply in a sigh of relaxation.

“Are you happy now?” Sam asked with a chuckle.

You gazed up at him with a mischievous smirk across your face, “I’ve never felt happier.”

Sam glared at you but he simply couldn’t resist that smile and those eyes, “it’s a good job I love you more than anything.” He said as he made himself more comfortable.

“It’s a good job I’m incredibly patient.” You said sarcastically knowing you are the completely opposite.

Sam looked at you his eyebrows raised, “hmm, so patient!” He laughed as you suddenly leaned up kissing him deeply.

As you pulled away he looked deep into your eyes as you spoke, “I love you more.” You said softly as Sam smiled, pulling you in and connecting your lips once again.

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Authors note: hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this one! I know I enjoyed writing it! Make sure to leave your requests! 🖤

[7ndipity]

Dating Namjoon headcanons

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, teeny bit of angst

A/N: I realized that I hadn't written anything for Joon in a hot minute, so let's change that, shall we?

Masterlist

Requests are open

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Dating Namjoon feels like one of those early 2000s romance movies.

Utterly frustrating but soo worth it.

He talks a lot of hype in his songs, but I think when he first meets someone he's really into, he's a fucking mess.

Like it's Joon, but it's Joon, you know what I mean?

Red ears, stumbling over his words(and feet), getting flustered every other sentence.

Probably walked into a wall while distracted talking to you.

Don't get me wrong tho, once he gets the butterflies to chill and gets comfortable, the rizz is BACK and in full force.

Big on eye contact

Stares at you with absolute heart eyes(if you've seen that clip of him watching Hobi from Bon Voyage, you know what I'm talking about)

But can flip the switch in the blink of an eye, and be looking at you like he's gonna eat you alive(we love a duality king)

Simp Romantic. Will randomly bring you flowers just cause he was thinking about you(but he's always thinking about you, so why was today any different?)

Writes soo many songs/lyrics about you, but rarely tells you about them directly. He just asks if you wanna hear something he's been working on, and then sits back and watches your faves as you catch the hidden meanings and references. At the end, he's just sitting there, grinning, asking "You like it?"

(Like, yes, I like it you fucking dork!)

Always remember important dates like birthdays and anniversaries( first date, first kiss, everything)

Museum and bookstore dates are a given.

Buying/sharing books with you is probably one his favorite forms of intellectual intimacy, because, for him, each one is a glimpse into your mind.

If you mention one of your favorite titles and he hasn't read it, he's gonna find it asap.

Would try to get you to workout with him and be gym buddies.(I don't know if I like or hate that idea tho?)

Random texts at 1am asking if you're up and wanna hang out?(may or may not be outside your place already, cause he's over-eager and forgot to text earlier)

Endless, late night talks about everything from music to the meaning of life to what jelly bean flavor is superior(it's watermelon)

Also random trips together. Could be to the beach, could be to Sweden, who knows? You bring out his spontaneity and are one of the only people who can get him to take a vacation anyway.

He is a workaholic though, so you have to look out for him sometimes, make sure he eats, sleeps, touches grass, etc.

You probably bicker and butt heads a lot, but y'all make sure it never gets out of hand and try to find a solution.

(Lowkey possessive, but won't admit it)

Not a fan of pda, but he *clings*.

He tries to be subtle about it, but fails because it's like there's a gravitational pull between the two of you from the way he's constantly within arm's reach wherever you are.

Same goes for when you're alone. He's not technically cuddling you, but he always somehow ends up pressed to your side or back, or has a hand on you in some way.

Another member of the 'Protective Squad'. Like, if anyone so much as looks in your direction the wrong way, he's got the death glare locked on them.

Pretty classic when it comes to nicknames for you. Things like 'honey', 'baby', 'jagi'. Adds 'my' in front of any of them when he's in the mood to fluster you.

Which reminds me, he is the BIGGEST FUCKING TEASE ISTG.

He knows exactly what riles you up, and then just gives you these soft, sweet little kisses like you're not about to combust. Has the nerve to then smirk and call you needy(I wanna fight him)

Finds the most random things you do attractive. The way you read. The way you make your coffee. The weird little face you make when your flipping through Netflix.

Although he seems a bit cautious, I actually think a relationship with him might move pretty fast. Like, he's fighting back from asking you to move in with him after five or six months type of fast.

Lives for domesticity with you.

Quiet, sleepy mornings together. Messy hair and glasses over tired eyes, resting against your shoulder as he brings you coffee while you cook breakfast.

I know he said he's not sure abt kids anymore, but I do see him possibly getting a pet with you to 'round out the household'. Something quiet and low maintenance though, like a couple hermit crabs.(would probably name one after a favorite artist/author and then name the other smth random like 'blue')

Again, I don't know how to end these. Just love him, please.

[rocketinthesky]

Hi! Hope you're having a good time💜 Any opinions the Haasbands? (Kevin x Nico)

OMG HI! Hope you’re having a great time too

As for the ask game

HAASBANDS?!? BOY DO I HAVE SOME STRONG OPINIONS ON THIS !! So sorry op this might be posted a bit late cuz i have TOO MANY THOTS AND FEELINGS OVER THEM OK LETS START:

Obviously, the HISTORY. Ik the most “relevant”/spoken about F1 rivalries are brocedes/lestappen these days but we really have to look into Haasbands cuz they’re THE enemies to lovers story, like actual rivals who fell hard for eo.

We all know about the infamous “suck my balls” comment from Kevin, about Nico and Kevin butting heads on track, how they apparently hated eo till suddenly they’re teammates and they mesh so well tgt that Nico calls it a fucking “romance”.

There’s soooo much nuance to their dynamic to unpack here though. The general consensus is “guard-dog kevin” and “level-headed nico” but LETS TALK ABOUT THE INNER WORKINGS OF THEIR DYNAMIC PRE-MARRIAGE OK. In an interview, Kevin talked about how the “hatred” was one-sided, that despite the hot-headed comment during that interview, Kevin has never disliked Nico, rather he always respected the older as a fellow driver.

This flips the “level-headed nico” characterization on it’s head because look: pre-marriage Hulknussen was basically a one-sided rivalry where Nico was a petty bitch and giving Kevin the silent treatment, whilst Kevin was leaving all the rivalry and anger on the track, more or less wilfully oblivious to the “enemies” narrative. He respected Nico as a person and just was chill with him off track, but on track Kevin fights for his life no matter who he’s up against.

Now post-marriage Haasbands arc brings us two dudes who are much more mature, definitely have a much different perspective in life (cuz of the families they’ve built). They’ve grown as people obv and when they were more or less forced to be co-workers they had to suck it up like real adults and act like professionals.

But when they were actually working tgt, they found that it was easy. They got along on a fundamental level. Kevin always held that respect for Nico as a driver and person and when Nico actually allowed himself to give Kevin a chance, to talk to the guy and see him for the person he is off-track, not just as the aggressive and fearless fighter in the car, he grew a genuine respect and appreciation for Kevin as a person.

Among all the ships, i’d say Haasbands is the most sane one. They go from genuine rivalry/one-sided hatred and one-sided ignorance, to a friendship, mutual respect, peaceful relationship.

Obviously that’s just the brief overview of it but let’s not overlook the INSANITY within their dynamic cuz i am in no way discounting “guard-dog kmag”. He’s a fiercely protective warrior on the track and we’ve seen firsthand how he will fucking kamikaze for fhe sake of nico getting a point, how he will openly speak up about anything unfair that happens with Nico, like with nico and daniel’s crash this year. Kevin is a man in love and he’s a man who will lay his life on the line for it.

NICO. He’s level-headed alright. He’ll very calmly with the sweetest smile on his face threaten any lifeform that harms Kevin in any way. He’s a sweetheart sure but he’s just as nuts for Kev as kev is for him. His raw thoughts on Kmag’s race ban is a prime example of it.

These two are like actual fuckin husbands, they’ll protect eo to the end. And the domesticity between them makes me gag like ok get a room guys we get it yall are in LOVE

the kmag birthday clip? Them watching sports tgt outside of WORK duties? The way they’re constantly complimenting each other without faltering, almost tryna one-up eo in a compliment battle in the driver rankings videos? The compliments outside of those too like they are genuinely obsessed with each other?! I could go on but we’d be here all day so. Just know they’re sickeningly, tooth-rottingly sweet with eo

Welp i’ve rambled long enough lmao sorry if u subjected urself to my disjointed thoughts i just have so many Feelings™️ about haasbands they’re one of my otps lol they’re just so PERFECT they’re THE enemies to lovers like real fuckin enemies to lovers.

(As for my nsfw thoughts i think they’re pure switches but Nico lets his short gremlin male-wife take care of him more cuz he’s very fond and will do wtv Kevin wants THANK YOU)

[spicywhenspeaking]

Fic request! Don’t know if you write fics for everyone’s favorite BO tour manager or not. If not ignore this! If you do want to give a try - then here we go!

Reader or OC is a member of the crew, maybe works on the photo team with Bryan or is one of the instrument techs. Her and Matt can’t stand each other for some reason. They just got off on the wrong foot somehow but she is good at her job so she keeps touring with them. The rest of the guys pull pranks on them or tease them to try and get them to admit they have feelings for each other and one of the pranks goes a little sideways. Basically enemies to lovers with some fun thrown in. Happy writing!

Hiii!!!! I have started working on your request and wanted to show you what I have been working on !

This is the moodboard

And below is a snippet of the one shot I’m writing!

the final fic will contain smut so minors DNI

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I screech after opening my hotel room door to find it completely filled with balloons. “How did you even have time for this?!” I turn to the group of snickering boys and then point an angry finger at Noah, my friend since the fourth grade. “You’re a real piece of work Davis, you know that?” He laughs and shrugs his shoulders, “wow, that’s crazy! Who could have done that?” He fakes innocence and I feel the angry heat rising to my face, “I mean if you don’t have the energy to pop them all you could always room with Matt? He doesn’t have a roomie.”

“You’re a dick” I say as I roll my eyes and pull out the four inch pocket knife I have clipped into my back pocket. “Oh it’s no problem, I’ll get these cleared out pretty quick, just need to pretend they’re all your stupid face” I say, giving him a sarcastic smile as I flip the blade open. He just holds up his hands in surrender but the stupid smirk doesn’t leave his face.

Noah and I have always had a relationship more like siblings the way we’re constantly bickering, lately it’s been almost always about his tour manager Matt Dierkes. The man has hated me since the day we met. For no reason I’ll add. He’s a jerk so, whatever I don’t even care. Even if he is handsome and smart and plays the drums.

I get to work popping the hundreds of balloons Noah and I’m sure the other guys filled my room with. I try to finish as fast as possible but every pop is like a shot going off. After a few minutes of work there is a loud pounding at my door so I rush to open it thinking it’s probably the hotel staff trying to find out if someone has been shot.

Swinging the door open I’m faced with the previously mentioned handsome jerk, “Will you please for the love of God shut up!!?” Matt barks out at me and I must look like a lunatic standing there with a knife in one hand covered in bits of exploded balloon latex.

His eyes widened when he saw the knife, “what the Hell are you doing??” He questions while pushing the door open behind me stepping in to see the remaining balloons. “Why are there balloons all over your room? And why are you popping them with a knife?” I give him an exasperated look, “well Noah thought it would be funny to fill my room up with balloons while I was gone restringing guitars and the knife was just the closest thing I had that was sharp.”

He eyes the rest of the room with a judgmental stare, “well if you could just keep it down? Some of us care about the reputation of the band and the last thing we need is complaints about how unruly we are in hotels.”

I scoff and let out a short groan, “are you seriously trying to blame me for this? Noah is the one that filled my room with them? And how am I responsible for the band’s reputation?! You know what?! Fuck off Matt, just let me finish this so I can get some sleep before we head out tomorrow.” I say pushing him out the door and slamming it shut before he can get another word in.

“Asshole” I grumble behind the shut door.

“I heard that” Matt says from the other side of the door. I hear his footsteps retreated back to his room as I start popping the remaining balloons.

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[sisaloofafump]

There are a few very important things to remember when discussing whether Batman, or any other character, should appear in My Adventures with Superman:

1. We don't know how many seasons we're going to get. Placing all your money on something happening in season 5 is not the strongest gamble without recognizing that we might not even get a season 2

2. Cameos and team-ups can take a bunch of different sizes. However, it can be difficult to do a cameo of an important character without it seeming like foreshadowing for a larger plot

3. Cameos are a lot of fun and don't have to include the character themselves (consider the Vicky Vale clipping or the Amazo Tech billboard)

4. There are a lot of Golden/Silver/Bronze age characters in the Superman family that might get priority

These are my personal thoughts on them:

I really think My Adventures with Superman should focus solely on the Daily Planet team (Clark, Lois, Jimmy, and Perry). However, in later seasons especially, I'd love to see some Lana Lang and her uncle Professor Potter! They're such a major part of the Silver Age comics that MAWS draws clear inspirations from. However, I'd really hate to see that become a love triangle situation in any real way.

MAWS is also inspired by the 1940 radio show The Adventures of Superman which is so evident. I keep having to remind myself that in this version, Jimmy isn't a 14 year old paper boy. I am really excited to see if Flip Johnson and this new incarnation of the Newskid Newspaper takes on either a parallel role to their Newsboy Legion versions in the 70s or to Jimmy's role in the radio show.

As for Bruce/Batman, I know there's a lot of discussion on whether he should show up because he dominates all DC media and fandom spaces right now. Although I don't want him to become central to any plot whatsoever, I would absolutely love a Bruce Wayne cameo or easter egg.

If we do get a Batman & Superman team up down the line, it 100% needs to include Robin. Not immediately, but in a later season or two.

I don't want Supergirl to show up - not for a long time at least. She is very important to the Superman Family, however she has such separate origins and identities and relationships that it'd be very difficult to properly flesh her out while keeping her as a secondary character. (In comparison, other heroes from their own franchises such as Wonder Woman, Batman, etc, don't need to be fleshed out in MAWS. They could just appear as occasional support. Because Supergirl is of the Superman franchise, she would need to take up lots of space to get cemented as a character. There is a lot less allowance for her to have off-screen activities).

Honestly, all of the superpets could be super fun, but if I could only have one it'd be Krypto. Without Kara there, I don't think it makes sense to have Streaky/Supercat or Comet/Super-Horse either (also Comet's backstory is just really weird). Beppo/Supermonkey and Krypto/Superdog were primarily part of Clark's childhood adventures as Superboy. However, Krypto is a much bigger part of Superman's legacy and I 100% want to see him interacting with the MAWS team!

Lucy Lane, Lois' sister and Jimmy's love interest could easily show up. That said, I don't think they ever knew what to do with her despite being such a reoccurring character. So it'd be really interesting to see how they'd portray her!

[baelpenrose]

Project Praetorian 53: Those Left Behind

Amaryllis and Shiloh deal with what happened to Dante. Beta read by @canyouhearthelight and @writing-with-olive.

Amaryllis 

She was still staring at the wall. Dante’s chain was clipped to her belt. She’d scrubbed the gore off it. After…she hadn’t been allowed to keep anything of him, even if she had wanted to, to keep some part of him with her. 

So she’d clipped his chain to her uniform and stared off. She looked up as a set of soft footsteps approached. The young redhead - Molly? Molly, right. She was approaching and seemed nervous. “Amaryllis, right?”

Amaryllis glanced up. Molly had always seemed anxious around her, and the big cross around her neck had seemed a big warning, but Dante had always pointed out the way Molly had looked at Kimmy. The last thing Amaryllis wanted to do was help someone else out of the closet right now, but…

“I’m sorry about your boyfriend. That had to be hard. He seemed…brave.” 

Amaryllis froze. “He…was.” She felt her throat closing. “He was so brave and I only got to know him for a few months and…I hate that he’s gone. I hate that he’s dead and I’ll never see him again.” The thought brought a wave of grief to her, that simple heartless reality that Dante’s kindness, that arrogant head-tilt with which he’d brace any new Imperator bullshit to give anyone else the nerve to stand up to it, the way he’d pay attention to her, the way he coughed and tried to hide it, that shy smile he had when…

She shoved the tears out of her eyes. “Why are you asking? You never seemed like the type to be interested in a relationship like ours.” There was a bitterness. Something she shouldn’t be saying, something Molly didn’t really deserve. 

Molly took a breath, and looked down, flushing. “I…wanted to say I was sorry. For…always looking away. And…how it ended.” Something seemed to weigh in her head. “And ask what it was like.” Amaryllis almost slapped her before she continued, “Having someone, I mean. Telling them. Before it was too late.” 

That brought Amaryllis up short. “Kimmy’s still alive.” She regretted it almost the minute she said it, Molly clammed up, and Amaryllis felt bitter. Was Molly trying to probe her, asking if it was worth it to…? “Yes, it is worth it. Come out of the…”

“I wasn’t talking about Kimmy. There was…there was someone else. Before I was recruited. I…was the sole civilian survivor of the Praetorians’ first contact with the Ascendancy. That was how I was recruited. My whole family was there. So was…someone else. She…she and I…” Molly blinked. 

Amaryllis blinked, then started crying again. “Oh fuck. You loved her or she loved you. Never told each other. And now you wonder all the time, right?” She regretted the bitter edge to her words. “I’m not mocking, swear to god. I…that’s rough.” 

Molly paused. “I…don’t know exactly if I was in love with her. But yeah. She and I were trapped in a shed with one of the Croaks. We bolted opposite directions. Coin flip. One of us would make it, right? I got lucky. She didn’t.” Molly looked at the ceiling. “I try every day to convince myself that God didn’t make the wrong choice with that one, and I feel guilty for doubting, but I…I don’t know.”

Amaryllis reached out. “Dante was a great guy. You’d have loved him. He saw how you and Kimmy looked at each other. Kept kissing me in front of you. Wanted you to see it was okay.” She tried to smile. “That there was some kind of hope in this hell. For someone to be happy. Looks like it isn’t going to be me.” 

Molly hugged her. “You still deserve it. Dante wouldn’t…have wanted you to give up, right?” 

Amaryllis felt her stomach drop. No, he wouldn’t. But she’d been close before they’d met, and now…She took a breath. “Stay with me for a minute. Swap stories for a bit. I’ll tell you about Dante. You tell me about your…friend.”

***

Shiloh

Jonathan didn’t quite understand the horror of it, even as he tried to comfort them. He might struggle to, they supposed - the only thing he feared was someone else taking a blast meant for him, because inherently he could survive. Shiloh would always be there to heal him, and for a moment Shiloh’s mind blanked at the horrible thought of what would ever happen if he gambled on that assumption the way Dante had the day the aliens came out with a gun big enough to kill him rather than just wounding him. 

But no, Jonathan wouldn’t die, not unless they hit him with something meant to take down starships, and he finally signed. “It wasn’t your fault, Shys. You’re the reason he got to keep going as long as he did. The reason Verg wasn’t hurt, the reason I kept going, the reason the Reserve didn’t collapse once they started moving, the reason the flankers were okay once they came back around…”

Shiloh didn’t feel reassured. Yeah, they could heal, sure, but…Dante had died for them. They’d had his blood all over them - it had covered them after…

Amaryllis had been staring at them after they’d been picked up. Covered in her lover’s blood. Shiloh had looked and felt like a murderer. Dante had probably made the assumption that Shiloh could fix anything, didn’t realize what he was jumping in front of. Shiloh had let him believe that and…

“Jonathan,” Shiloh signed. “He didn’t even know what he was doing. He died for me assuming I could save him.”

“He died a hero saving you. That isn’t your fault. Maybe he was like Mark or Xavier and did all the math in less than a second and figured it was better to keep the healer alive even if he didn’t make it. Maybe he just made a mistake or did something brave. Maybe he didn’t know why he did it. Maybe he thought you could fix him. You don’t know.” 

“Yes no.” They signed back, frantically, in extremely abbreviated fashion. “Everyone know fix. Can’t fix. Fix you yes. Fix everyone no.” 

Jonathan paused. “Shiloh. Are you saying that you’re scared because I’m the only one you can actually…save, if I take a direct hit?”

They nodded. 

Jonathan understood them, thank God, even if no one else would in this state. 

“Shiloh. Yeah. It’s scary. It’s bad. We’re gonna get unlucky. Hopefully I’m the only one taking direct hits, ever. Hopefully everyone else is just getting scorched at the edges where you can fix it. But everyone knows you have limits. No one thinks you don’t. No one thinks you can actually bring us back from the dead - and all of us can look at what those things do if it hits anyone but me and say, “yeah, that’d kill a person instantly.” 

“Hope Dante no.” The signs were still far more basic than their usual. Hope didn’t keep Dante from taking a direct hit.

“No, yeah, Dante got unlucky. That isn’t your fault, even if you were close by enough that you thought it was.” Jonathan sighed. 

“Brave. Stupid brave.” 

“Yeah.” Shiloh was slowly recovering. Why that one? They’d liked him in the short time they’d talked. 

“I was glad he was with us. I think he was the only thing I’ve ever seen that could have killed me. That weapon he used, I mean. It was kinda terrifying. Kinda reassuring too, though. That there was an option if…” he trailed off. 

Shiloh managed to snort at the first part, then punched his arm, hard, on the second. “No. No you don’t. No dying.”

Jonathan glanced at them. “I miss it when you’d punch me and I’d feel it.” 

Shiloh responded with one of the few ASL gestures that had become truly universal, and ground out, verbally. “No dying.” 

“I wasn’t planning to.” Their brother said. “Was something I was worried about with the blackout tempers. It happened again when I was fighting that last invisible asshole. Oh, actually, I don’t really know who to talk to about survivor’s guilt but you know who you might be able to talk to about it?”

“Who?”

“Molly. Didn’t you say you found her covered in what was left of some other girl?”

Shiloh paused, remembering when they’d first patched Molly’s burns in the brutal hour after first contact, how she’d been covered in blood, the tiny scraps of charred meat in the room with her…

“Yeah….”

Molly

“Wait, so you and your friend were a band camp story? That is such a cliche, Molly.” 

“I don’t even know the cliches! And no, we met in school, in orchestra, but we were in a lot of different music stuff together, and…”

“Then you went to band camp.”

“Tanglewood isn’t a band camp! It’s a music camp for some of the brightest musicians on the east coast!” She paused. “Well. It was. The war…kinda ruined that.”

Amaryllis had frozen. “Wait. The music camp…You were at Tanglewood? I saw that on the news, but…I found out it was an alien attack when I got conscripted, I didn’t know you’d been…that’s where you’d been picked up.”

Molly gave a sad little bow. “Sole survivor, Tanglewood Orchestra, 2032. I was part of the last performance ever given there. So was Annette.” 

“Annette - that was your crush? So it was a girl! And you never…Oh, shit.”

“Yeah, no. You know what the worst part was?” Molly said, finally finding the rage that had hidden the whole time, deep in her chest. “My parents were great. They were super supportive of her. And of me. They took us out for lunch or ice cream after every performance. Celebrated when we took home a Superior - it’s a…it’s like the First Prize for band comps -” she added, in a lame parenthetical, “And told us they were still proud when we didn’t. But no.” 

She’d heard what Amaryllis’s parents had done, kicked her out, and were somehow, still alive and safe from this shit. “You know who never showed up to any of their kid’s shows? Borderline neglected her? Annette’s parents.” Had heard about Dante’s parents sending him to this hell, and they were somehow safe from this nightmare. “And you know what pisses me off? Because I know you had a rough time with your parents, Amaryllis, but mine were amazing and everything that made them amazing is the thing that got them KILLED THE DAY THAT ALIENS CAME OUT OF THE SKY AND TURNED MY LIFE INTO A WAR STORY FROM HELL.” Mark and Casey and Xavier’s parents were good, and were also under Imperator’s guns without even knowing it and thought their kids were dead. 

“But Annette’s parents? No. Everything terrible and shitty about them? They probably decided to stay home and watch something else the day their daughter died in something they still think was a GOD DAMN GAS EXPLOSION because they get to still be alive BECAUSE they were awful, so they missed it when the aliens crashed the performance and decided it needed a plasma light show.” 

Amaryllis whistled. “Fuck. That. Hey. Next time we go out. I have rocket pods, I have chainguns. Want to do a little flyby on those assholes? Or maybe my folks? Dante’s? If anyone asks, we can say we saw alien scouts and I missed.” 

Shiloh had walked in, and signed. “What the hell are you two talking about?”

Amaryllis turned, and signed back - Molly had forgotten she could do that. “Framing Annette’s parents for a meth explosion. Or Dante’s. Or mine. Air-fired ordinance. We actually haven’t picked our target, and we’re workshopping details.” 

“Can we add mine to the list?” Shiloh sat down. “Also, Annette…Molly. That was…that was the friend we found in the shed with you, at the camp…”

Molly winced, and nodded. “Yeah. We were both hiding when that Croak came in, and we realized if we sprinted in opposite directions, it might be confused and hit no one. Or it could only hit one of us. It hit her. Then Vergil hit it - you guys had gotten there a few seconds earlier.” 

Shiloh winced. “That’s…fuck. That’s bad. So…why do we want her parents?”

“They survived by being neglectful assholes who couldn’t show up, where the ginger-ex-closet-case here became an orphan because hers were actually decent and supportive.” 

“Hey!”

“Don’t even pretend. Everyone’s seen how you look at Kimmy.”

Molly blinked, feeling a panic rise in her chest. “What do you mean, Kimmy? Is…”

“It is very much that obvious.” 

Molly paused. “Hey. Wait a sec, I just realized. Vergil sees everything through the scope. Annette dying, Dante dying, pretty much all the wounds any of us get, every close call, every alien skull exploding, and isn’t he one of the very few of us who’s killed an actual human person? Shouldn’t he be getting extra help?” 

Shiloh blinked. “Yeah, he can also hear it. The nightmares we forget. He forgets some of them, probably. I’ll…talk to Leon. But also, you aren’t getting out of this. You look at Kimmy the way she looks at a newbie feast. It is obvious. And she doesn’t seem to mind, though from the way she looks at our skinny sniper I’d bet the gymnast is good with her bars being even or uneven, if you catch my drift.”

Molly blinked. “Ah.”

Amaryllis set the chain on the small table. “Can I suggest something? Whenever we decide to make our dress uniforms, whatever goes into it. I want there to be a decorative silver chain included in the design.”

Molly nodded. “And…I heard from Curtis that military units traditionally have a parade theme. I know we deploy to modern music, but…I want to have a flute solo in the Praetorian one. I know I’m a violinist, primarily, but if Taps has a trumpet because of that story…I think I can put a flute in ours because it was Annette’s favorite instrument to play.” 

That felt solid. That felt like a good tribute. If they were going to build something of this team, a tribute to those lost to make them who they were would be a way of marking what they became. 

[aritsukemo]

RANDOM QUESTION INCOMING!!

WHAT’S UR DANGANRONPA TIER LIST??

( I feel like someone's finna flip out on me for this )

LET ME EXPLAIN BEFORE I GET DRAGGED OKAY-

First off, I did this from greatest to least! Second, most people in neutral are people I never seen before because I only watched playthrough of the games! ( Ryota's an exception since I've scene some clips of him and I think he's a little sweetheart 😊)

I feel like there's nothing much to say about the first tier. All those boys hold a special place in my heart ( my pookies Kokichi and Chihiro especially ) and it was pretty easy to decide who I favored more than others! #Love my boys they're the literal best! <3

Now the second tier was a little trickier since I thought Byakuya would be way higher ( he's an asshole, but he's my asshole and I love him ) but I'm also pretty confident with who I put in this tier. I never expected Kyoko to be so high, but when compared to others I was just like..yeah she's close to my favs. Although I'm not a big fan of their game, I'm a HUGE fan of the Warriors of Hope!! They are literally my kids and I actually started working on this multi-part fic of them being taken in and stuff ( which I need to finish ). THEY DESERVE THE WORLD!!! Anyways, this tier to me was basically the 'you were so close, yet so far' list of characters for me who did something that made me bump them down ( that includes dying cause some of them made me want to sob and that was NOT okay )

Now the 'I like them' tier is where I feel like people are going to drag me for.. You see, all of these characters made it to that list because although they had some qualities that I really liked! ..There were some qualities about them ( or something they did ) that really made me dislike them ( Aside from Akane, who just fell low on the list because it didn't feel right to put her in the 'I love them' tier, and Kaede & the Ultimate Imposter, who I didn't have time to really grow attached to )

Now for the ones I do know in the neutral tier, I put them there because I either have a love hate relationship with them ( Ex. Junko ) or I truly have no opinion of them ( Tsumugi )! Sayaka fell down to this tier because I barely remember her as a character since she was literally like the first death EVER and I was more shock that she actually died than anything else.. Mukuro fell between the character I don't know because I've heard some very..interesting things about her and Junko plus I barely know anything about her. Maybe my opinion of her will change when I watch the animes!

I have no regret putting these ( not so ) lovely ladies in the 'I dislike them' tier. I know many love Angie but GOSHHHH did she piss me off in the game. I'm sorry, but that whole third chapter with her was insufferable to me. Himiko fell towards the least hated ( but still disliked ) side because I remember that I got real annoyed with her at some point between the fourth and fifth chapter. ( And the top 3 I feel like are pretty self-explanatory if you played the games )

And Haiji can kiss my ass. Disrespectfully. I cannot stand that man. If he were real, I'd get into a physically altercation with him immediately like it's an on sight typa hate for him. </3

( Anyway, love the games. They were all amazing in their own way! )

[world-smitten]

Welcome to Samdal-ri final thoughts

Photography is a niche creative industry, and like creative industries everywhere, there's going to be abuse of power. And no one does anything about it, because the abuser is good at generating income. In Welcome to Samdal-ri, Cho Sam-dal is hounded by the media based on "false" accusations of workplace bullying by her assistant - a nasty, reactionary premise. And the idea that Sam-dal, a popular, established photographer, wouldn't have the resources or the will to crush that assistant - whether she was lying or not, especially if she was lying - is delusional. But the show wants you to *feel sorry* for Sam-dal, this sweet soul set adrift in the harsh tides of vapid metropolitan Seoul, and it does so in the most tone-deaf, infantilizing way possible. Episode 1 was dumb as shit, but I stuck in until Episode 3 because Shin Hye-sun & Ji Chang-wook have lethal star power. When I picked the show up again, it was because I saw that one clip of Sam-dal and Yong-pil hugging & kissing in bed, and thought, oh! Chemistry! Maybe it gets better!

It doesn't. My opinion has pretty much stayed the same. Welcome to Samdal-ri wants to be funny, charming and heartwarming, but only manages to be embarassingly insincere. The direction can't figure out how to choreograph the big comedic setpieces it wants us to laugh at, and the script is so incoherent that it borders on amateurish. Then Shin Hye-sun and Ji Chang-wook step in, and they're funny and charming and warm. These are two well-matched performers with incredible charisma. The script writes Yong-pil and Sam-dal less like her love interest and more like her life coach, but SHS and JCW play the pair as 2 halves of the same organism. I rooted for their friendship even before their romance. Shin Hye-sun makes some stunning work of this material, and JCW was born to stare lovingly and tenderly. At some point, the story is simply too lost for them to carry it, but still, the effort was kind of amazing to watch.

I also really loved Shin Dong-mi and Yang Kyung-won as Jin-dal and Dae-yeong. If SHS and JCW are selling mediocre material, the material here is actually good and SDM & YKW play it so well. Like this show is genuinely funny whenever Dae-yeong opens his goofy mouth to opine after his ex-wife - the scene where he hallucinates her scaring off his brothers is a hilarious and perfect summary of his psyche. I expected them to remain on that level, until the story flips very effectively into Jin-dal's perspective and drops an interesting insight into their relationship. Dae-yeong loves his wife very much, but he's still a bumbling, thoughtless man from a wealthy family. A throwaway comment he makes about his in-laws' "disgusting" stew becomes a point of humiliation for Jin-dal, who takes emotional cruelty from his mother for daring to bring something polluting into her son's palette. He might be the black sheep, but he's still a child of this family. This is the bravest and most interesting thing Samdal-ri does, to implicate the lovable Dae-yeong as a very real part of Jin-dal's unhappiness as his wife. Naturally, the show, having walked right up to that point, retreats straight away, back into drunk conversations and increasingly unfunny hijinks. The very obvious conclusion to me was that Dae-yeong would give up his money and learn to live as a full, present adult, for the woman he loves. But instead, he returns back to his wealthy family (though he's lost enough of their money to be legally disowned), becomes the boss of the airline branch (though the entire show has been about how he should NOT be handling business), and his wife works for that airline (owned by the abusive family she hates). And there's a Saudi Prince thrown in there, somehow. Nothing's changed, not for Dae-yeong, not for Jin-dal. It's as if to say, yeah a man like Dae-yeong is only good for his money, and that's the only way he and a woman like Jin-dal can coexist. It's...realistic, I guess, but I don't think Samdal-ri realises how awful that ending is. Prime case of wanting to have your cake and eat it.

But also this: life is either ritzy like Seoul, like being a famous photographer or the wife of an airline CEO; or it's small and pithy like a near-empty village on an island. There's no middle ground, which is why Dae-yeong can't simply quit being a CEO and get a normal job. To depict the fall and rise of its characters, it fixes Samdal-ri and Seoul at ends of a binary, but even to that, it doesn't commit. Seoul is just this shiny place overrun by journalists. Samdal-ri is a town of working-class haenyos, but no one ever brings up money because they're too busy talking about how much Yong-pil likes Sam-dal. Sam-dal realises how much tourism has changed Jeju, but that doesn't complicate how she perceives the island or the home she's been away from for more than a decade. Yong-pil in Jeju, Sam-dal in Seoul, but neither place has any real presence, are little more than vague metaphors of an ill-defined rural/urban divide. How can their love take root without earth? Lol, yeah, maybe I am asking too much of another frothy Netflix crowd-pleaser, but it also want me to take it seriously so 🤷‍♀️ Here we are.

Anyways, to wrap this up, if you want a show about grown people going back to their parents with their tails between their legs, then just watch Once Again. It wears its heart on its sleeve, and manages to be funny and spontaneous without feeling like it's trying to squeeze sentiment out of you. And I started Summer Strike, mostly for comparison, and it's a show that at least knows what it wants to be.

[scarletmaster143]

Skip beat: a hilarious mess full of love, friendship and human connections

(please do not expect cohesion or structure)

Skip beat will always always have a very special place in my heart solely due to the fact that it is the funniest show I have ever watched. The manga is written in an absurd, exaggerated style and both the anime and the drama manage to capture its unique sense of humour excellently. Ivy's over the top acting, siwon's cool but baffled expressions, dong hae's haughty side eyes (so much eyeliner) managed to capture the characters of kyoki, ren and sho so beautifully. It will always be a great pity that we never got a season two for either. (also props to the actors who played Mr yashiro and lory in the drama, they have my heart)

Coming to the characters themselves-

Kyoko: my beautiful bold courageous child, who dreams of fairytales even when she's going through hell. Her journey is amazing and inspiring and I adore how she rejects love but gravitates to cute things. Her friendship with moko is heartwarming and so is her big sister-ship with Maria. She makes so many connections throughout the story and each connection is so precious, i love it. My fav arc for her has to be the natsu arc but i will go into each character in detail.

Rich lady- yes I'm including this in her list of roles even though she didn't really play this part. The anime rendition of this is my favourite episode to watch solely because of how beautiful she looks and how much grit she has. It is also the first of many instances we see where kyoko draws from her own life consciously to act out a role, her past with sho is so shaded by her devotion and his indifference it was amazing to see how she took something positive from that.

Promo clip angel- legitimately gasped when I saw her outfit in the anime, so fucking gorgeous and it was so funny how she couldn't stop crying when thinking of moko (ahhhh kyoko is so adorable) also in the drama when she is bickering with sho (or shang ig?) in this outfit, have a hate-love relationship with the prisoner song tho.

Mio- ah mio, has there ever been a more iconic character, the last one we see in the anime and drama mio is iconic to kyoko in-universe as well as in the real world. The masterful way she crafts the character to be a little twisted but still striving to do the right thing, how she takes ren's advice and completely flips that perception that people have of mio, and how much heart she puts into learning about mio is awe-inspiring. Kyoko looks so good during her entire time as mio and i legitimately forgot how long she plays the role for- so many things happen while they are still shooting dark moon. Mio also allows kyoko to showcase a little bit of her darker side with the spirits of grudge

Natsu- the most delightful and horrifying character natsu's arc is the epitome of a showbiz drama. Her being so determined to shed mio but completely unable to, the entire sequence where the director and his assistant (?) discuss how she carries herself so different from other people her age, HER GOING TO REN'S PLACE AND DEMANDING HE TRAINS HER LIKE A FEMALE MODEL, chef's kiss. I like that she kept mio's wickedness but amplified it in a way that was more true to life. I feel like natsu somewhat resembles sho in certain ways tho I'm not sure if that was intentional. All in all it is the first step in kyoko's journey beyond dark moon and it is executed really well .

Kuon- lowkey forgot about it but when kuu asks kyoko to act as his son, it gave me goosebumps. Knowing that kuu is kuon's father and that kyoko has actually met him the past was already exciting, but when she showed up in that American boy outfit, i was stunned. Her meeting with ren was so cool, yashiro being confused af, ren being like wtf and her panicking internally, such a chaotic arc, her relationship with teacher/father is so adorable, she really thinks of kuu as a mentor and it warms my heart, i really want to see more kuu-juliena/ren-kyoko interactions simply because of how much ren's parents adore kyoko individually, but yes kuon is very special to kyoko and it helped her get over he funk with mio and natsu

Setsu- if natsu is my favourite arc then setsu has to be my favourite character. Made up for no legitimate purpose except for the ✨romantic spice ✨ setsu is such a cool character and her dynamic with ren as cain is absolutely revolting but also so cuuttteee. I love her fashion, love her confidence, there is a bit of natsu to her but definitely more outcast-y. My girl is totally a Vivienne Westwood grunge queen and i cannot ever get the hotel-hickey scene out of my head, kyoko's acting grows leaps and bounds here as she works with ren who even falls prey to her, it is beautiful. (Love that she kicks sho just for laughs) I hope we find some way to meet setsu again since we see murasame make a reappearance, would love to see her act as setsu in front of beagle boy,

Momiji- we haven't seen a lot of momiji the character but i do adore a tragic love, the momiji arc was probably the best in displaying how much kyoko has grown and how her connections with other people have shaped her, she's more sure of herself largely because she knows she has reliable people backing her up and their loyalty is a direct result of her kindness/positive behaviour with them. Her faith in her own abilities is very encouraging to see and i find momiji surprisingly similar to mio in that she has to hide her real feelings due to circumstances out of her control, her devotion to shizumasa and her grudging respect for chidori just as she bleeds out perfectly tie up her arc and though she is tragic she is splendid. I like that they took the time to establish kyoko's current position before moving into the route arc which I feel is going to be long and tedious, morizumi was a pain and director kuresaki is so pathetic i love him

[thegeminisage]

dentist went. adequate.

im gonna watch that video when i get home bc WHAT why does link need to stare at a rupee for 17 hours wtf???? poor guy???? wasn't there a gamecube port of twilight princess or am i imagining things like when i thought there was a wind waker remake.

OH i just remembered our gamecube had this little tv monitor attachment for portable gaming asdfghjkl it was so dinky i loved it

i have to confess.... i've never actually played any mario games. also i cant even remember why i have a love/hate relationship with baten kaitos, i just remember i do. should i add sunshine mario to my list of games to play?

- dl anon

congrats on the dentist!! or, you know, sorry that happened. re twilight princess, it was actually intended to be a gamecube game first, but development took so long they moved it to the wii in the middle of working on it. because people use the wiimote in their right hands, they flipped the ENTIRE game horizontally to accommodate for the first ever right-handed link. the gamecube "port" was actually just the original version, with left-handed link as intended, though sadly it was released after the wii version was (i had been following it closely when it was released and had really wanted to play the gcn version first). i've actually beaten both version so many times (probably the zelda game i've beaten most after oot) that i get lost constantly when i play it, because my right/left sensibilities have been completely fucked. also you are SOOO lucky i always wanted one of those monitor things...it really is a precursor to the switch in some ways.......

mario games are all really great. the mario series kind of invented platforming as a genre and nintendo is a HUGE stickler for not devaluing their brand, so when something gets released with mario's face on it, they go ridiculously hard on the quality checks, so it's really difficult to pick up a bad mario game at all. that said, sunshine is from the gamecube era where nintendo did rush their developments a little (they don't really do that anymore, and the GCN era is part of why), so it's a bit glitchy and has a lot of padding (get the red coins! now get them again but on a timer! whoops, you clipped through the floor, start over!). because of this, some of the levels are notoriously, infamously difficult. if you're a completionist, 100%ing mario sunshine will drive you insane. it took me literal YEARS of blood sweat and tears to get it done. i've chipped away on my file every summer for almost as long as i can remember and only finally got it last year.

if you're NOT a completionist, you have a relative tolerance for slightly aged/slightly janky platformers, and/or you like a tropical atmosphere, you will probably love mario sunshine. i was gonna google some pics to show you some scenery but it's probably easier to watch the 2002 trailer for it. i cannot stress enough that even 20+ years later, this game is beautiful, and the soundtrack maintains fucking excellence. normally, in mario games, you get levels themed around different themes: a water level, a fire level, a ghost level, an industrial level, etc. but ALL of mario sunshine's levels are located on a tropical isle, so they all manage to be cohesive to that theme. the fire level is in a volcano, the ghost level is a haunted resort, the water level is some spiritual ruins, the industrial level is in a busy harbor. there's a beach and an amusement park and a village nestled in some giant palm trees. the sheer atmosphere and personality oozing out of every pixel of this game are why it's one of my favorites despite the suffering i've endured at its wonkiest parts. it is a vacation in video game form. luckily, most of the janky shit (though not all) is optional, so if you're fine with not collecting every collectible, you will miss the worst of it. and the main gameplay mechanic, a water-powered jetpack, is extremely fun to play with - you can use it to go really fast, jump really high, hover, clean graffiti and pollution off the island, etc.

if you're able to emulate, i'd check out eclipse, a mario sunshine mod that includes the base game, but also restores cut content and basically adds a sequel to the end. i haven't played this one myself, but i've watched my brother run around on it for a few hours and it's absolutely amazing, i'm stunned that the quality of a fan project made for free by Just Some Guys could fit in so seamlessly with nintendo's game.

[rocketrecord]

Flipping through Philip Norman's biography, I found that there was a rumor about a possible relationship between Elton and Melanie Green, the 17-year-old daughter of a banker, thanks to her being seen at events and parties after concerts. Was it probably all a facade to counteract the recent news of Elton's bisexuality after the Rolling Stone interview, or was there some truth?

hello anon, thanks so much for the ask! to everyone, feel free to send me asks like this i love talking about elton history :)

anon is referring to this:

kept in that second paragraph because homophobia? in my elton john biography? it’s more likely than you think! i mean really i think phillip norman wrote the ultimate elton bio but sometimes…. sometimes i hate what he adds in. and that quote really pisses me off🤮

anyway we really have no other info about her as far as i know, i KNOW there’s a magazine clipping talking about this rumor from the 70s ive seen but i can’t find it for the life of me. i’m gonna go digging a bit more and if i find it i’ll attach it to this post. but that’s the only other time ive seen her mentioned! and it includes a photo of them together

so this is gonna be pure speculation for me. no, i don’t think they were actually romantically connected. i don’t think elton has had any true romance with women, other than renate of course (linda doesn’t count lmao) on the other hand, i don’t think management was trying to push the relationship to counteract the rolling stone interview or anything. (even though JR and co were sweating a bit after album sales dropped, particularly in the USA, because of it!) beyond having elton hold hands with girls at events/in front of paparazzi, or vaguely talking about women in interviews, management never really pushed a true “beard” onto him particularly. i think this was just the press speculating and forming stories. this happened a good amount with elton, having dating rumors with kiki dee, billie jean king, even ann margaret, and the list goes on. elton would hang with women in a friendly way and the press would latch onto that. though i must say, melanie is not a celebrity like the other people i mentioned, so it makes it slightly different. it almost seems like she was a fan, and elton liked her enough, that he let her hang around? the way it’s described is interesting…

if anyone else has a different opinion, feel free to let me know! :) sorry i couldn’t have a more concrete answer anon!

[loveshotzz]

Strange Love with Rockstar! Eddie or Punk!Steve!

reader has a love/hate relationship with him. total enemies to lovers type trope. reader is caught hate fucking one of them in a car or bathroom and when asked about it she simply says the iconic line “I don’t have to fucking tell you anything”

Rockstar Eddie x fem!rockstar reader

summary: You and Eddie seem to hate each other, so why can’t you keep your hands to yourself?

warnings: 18 + ! cocky eddie, mean reader, switch eddie and switch reader, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up!), cream pie, semi public sex.

word count: 3.3k

A/N: another blurb (aka one shot 🙄) for my follower celebration and to break steve streak with some eddie! I hope you enjoy. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always super appreciated if you enjoy 💕

“Jesus Christ how have you not sucked that fucking thing to the center yet?!” Throwing his notebook down on the table his clipped tone breaks you out of your pre-show warm up.

Twirling one of your drumsticks in between your fingers with ease, you bring your attention to the fuming metal head making sure to slurp down the sugary build up in your mouth as loud as you can.

“Jealous I’m not sucking something else Munson?” Pulling the remains of the lollipop out of your mouth you watch his eyes follow the string of spit that connects to your red tinted lips. Batting your eyelashes at him, you smirk at the eye roll it earns you.

“In your fucking dreams.” He growls but you know damn well that’s exactly what he wants.

Barry and Jeff’s eyes widen from across the room, knowing exactly where this was headed. Gareth had handed over his drumsticks to you temporarily while he nursed a broken wrist, and despite Eddie’s protest here you were.

It always started this way, bickering before every show throwing insults at each other desperate to bruise the others' ego before hitting the stage. Creating a tension so thick it could only ever end one way once the adrenaline started coursing through your veins.

With purple and green bruises painted across your kneecaps and a slight limp in your walk from the last time you ran your mouth, you were ready to take no prisoners tonight. Especially when he stepped off the stage looking like that.

His tattooed skin glowed with a sheen of sweat under the lights in the back, his sleeveless white Iron Maiden shirt clung to what seemed like every muscle flexing underneath. Your eyes following the salty droplets falling from his bangs, you hate that you want to catch them with your tongue.

“You were off on the count down tonight.” Eddie’s critique sends rage down your spine as he brushes past you to high five Jeff. The temporary haze his body had you in quickly fading.

“I wasn’t off on dick, you came in too early.” Quick to snap back, you try to ignore the bulge growing in his pants. He was picking a fight on purpose. The menacing glint in his chocolate eyes gave himself away the moment they connected with yours.

“Sweetheart, I think you and I both know I don’t come early.” The cocky grin that spreads big across his face makes your hands twitch, fingers wrapping tightly around your drum sticks you will yourself not to chuck one at him. His face starting to look more and more like an easy shot when he throws you a wink.

Snorting loudly, you don’t give him the satisfaction. Your reaction only making it worse, as he narrows his eyes at you, shooting daggers at your knowing smirk. Insulting his sexual performance in front of his friends was always the quickest way to get under his skin.

“No shame in coming early Eddie, at least one of us gets too.” Your eyes catch the women’s restroom as you near the end of the hall. Flipping him the double bird, you push the bathroom door open with your back making sure to throw him the nastiest look you could muster before disappearing from his view. The boys “ohhh’s” filling your chest with pride at your victory.

Taking a shaking breath, you curse the amount of slick already ruining your underwear. Thighs pressing together in search for friction when you think about the way you just made his jaw clench. Thankful that the two stalls in the bathroom were empty, you set your drum sticks down on top of the soap dispenser before running a stream of cold water for yourself. Splashing some against your chest and neck it’s almost enough to calm the fire Eddie set ablaze inside of you.

The loud creak of the door opening snaps your head up, eyes watching from the mirror the sound of the lock clicking into place is followed by heavy footsteps. His heavy footsteps.

Rounding the corner Eddie Munson looked like he wanted to eat you alive.

“Real funny joke back there.” Big black boots stopping a few feet away from you, he crosses his arms over his chest before leaning against the wall. “Like I don’t make you cum screaming my name every other night.”

“Oh fuck off.” Rolling your eyes at him through the reflection you shut the water off, turning around to face him you make sure to mimic his stance pushing up your tits in the process. Plush lips twitching, he was onto you.

“I think you love saying my name actually.” Tapping a ringed finger on his full lower lip he pushes himself off the wall. Long legs making it easy to close the little space that was between you. The tobacco, weed, and sweat that dripped from his pores only added to your mess.

Crowding your space, he cages you in with both hands gripping the sink behind you. Ducking his head down till his lips brush against the shell of your ear, you can’t stop the shudder that runs through your body when you feel him smile against it before continuing.

“I think you dream about all the different ways I make you say my name, I know I dream about all those pretty little noises that I get from you.” Nipping at your ear lobe, his new sweetness has your resolve starting to break already as your arms start to come undone. Hands finding a new home on the button of his jeans.

“But then you start actually talking and my dick goes soft.” Dimples poking through his cheeks he pulls back to catch your reaction, more than proud of himself for thinking he got the upper hand. He’d almost gotten you to fold already.

The sting of his words sink in at the same time you feel his growing erection press against the top of your thigh. Meeting his gaze, the smug look on his face quickly turns into confusion when you give him a Cheshire smile.

“This doesn’t feel very soft to me baby.” Cupping his junk he hisses when you give it a good squeeze, feeling it twitch under his zipper you knew he was lying through his teeth.

His hands leave their place on the sink to grab at your hips, bruising fingers digging into your soft flesh adding to the almond shaped clusters already there from the nights before. Regaining control you continue to palm him, his heavy breathing becoming music to your ears. Reaching up on your tippy toes it's your turn to press your lips to his ear, relishing in the way you make him shudder just the same.

“You know what I think Eddie?” Nudging your nose into the dampness of his curls you suck his earlobe in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks till he moans. His grip on you almost becomes painful.

Releasing it with a pop your fingers work at the button of his jeans stopping at the zipper when you don’t get an answer.

“I think the only reason you didn’t want me covering for Gareth is because of how bad you wanted to fuck me and you didn’t think I’d feel the same.” You’re not gentle when you pull the zipper down, almost feeling bad when Eddie sinks his teeth into the crook of your neck to hide the broken groan.

Stuffing your hand down his pants you’re quickly met with the stickiness of his precum that already covered the inside of his boxers. Smirking against his ear he wasn’t so tough hunched over you like this. Completely at the mercy of your hand as it wraps around the thick base of his shaft pulling him free from his confines with a quick pump.

“And now that I’ve fucked you.” Eddie’s blown out eyes watch you spit in your hand before wrapping it around his length again. Gliding across him with ease his hips meet your pump when your thumb swipes over his leaking tip. “You don’t know how to handle it cause you want me to be yours huh?”

Stroking him with purpose all you get is a nod a low whimper. Biting your lip you suppress your own moan seeing him like this.

Sinking down, your fishnet covered knees hit the ground in front of him. Ringed hands finding their way back to the sink as he looks down at you from between his arms. The warm chestnut in his eyes turned onyx, you had all the control right now.

Making a show of stroking his length with both hands, you look up at him from underneath the hood of your lashes making sure his eyes are on you before you take him in your eager mouth. You were gonna make him eat his words from earlier just for fun.

Flattening your tongue you lick a long stripe up the side humming in satisfaction when he twitches in your hand. Taking his tip between your lips, your tongue is greedy to lap up the pearly white liquid leaking from the top. Eyes rolling in the back of your head when the saltiness of it hits your taste buds, you take as much of him as you can into the heat of your mouth without warning.

“Holy fucking shit.” Moaning loud enough to echo off the walls, his hands grip the sink is tight enough to see the milk of his knuckles.

Your hands hold the back of his thighs pulling him closer, relaxing enough to take him till tears threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes. You hollow out your cheeks till his ruddy tip hits the back of your throat, his coarse pubic hairs brush against the tip of of your nose. Vision going white behind closed eyes. His brain short circuits under the quick work of your mouth, unable to even register what’s happening till the heaviness in his balls warn him of his impending release.

“Wait - shit - fuck - you’re - you’re trying to make me cum aren’t you?” Your taunting words from earlier ring loud in his head, he knew this was too good to be true.

Humming in response the vibration is almost enough to have him shooting down your throat. Mustering enough strength to regain control, he tries to pull away from you but your grip on his thighs only tightens, relaxing your throat even more.

Groaning when you take him even deeper than before you hear the metal of his rings clank loudly against the porcelain of the sink, holding it hard enough to break as he tries to fight off his orgasm.

“You’re done.” His tone is final when his fingers tangle themselves in your hair, pulling he rips you away from him with enough force for him to fall from your mouth with a slick pop.

Chest heaving as he tries to regain his breath, he looks like a man driven insane when the blacks of his eyes look down at you on your knees. Lips red and swollen from sucking his cock like your life depended on it, he would never get sick of seeing you like this.

“Now stand up and bend over the sink for me like I know you want to.” Voice dripping with want, your underwear was becoming almost uncomfortable from soaking through them all night.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you use his hips as leverage to pull yourself up letting the length of your body rub against his painfully hard erection in the process. Hissing with the extra sensitivity he grips your cheeks with one hand when you're finally back on your feet.

“I’m not cumming quick and you’re gonna cum first. You got that?” Nodding between his fingers, his lips turn up in the same cocky grin from before knowing he finally had you where he wanted you. He always knew when your eyes glazed over like this.

Pressing a chaste kiss to your lips he nudges your nose with his before whispering “Turn around.”

Following his instructions you face towards the mirror again, your hands finding purchase on the sink where his just were. Leaning forward to give him the access he wanted, your eyes meet your own in the reflection. The person staring back to you is almost unrecognizable. A needy tear streaked mess you watch him flip your skirt up over your hips, his eyes darkening even more when he sees the insides of your thighs coated with your own arousal.

“Always so fucking wet for me.” The strain in his voice didn’t go unnoticed, but you were too needy to be an asshole now. Wiggling your hips to taunt him, you look back over your shoulder. Blown out eyes meeting yours the expression on his face is enough to have you flutter around nothing.

His big hands grab at the doughy flesh of your ass. Watching the way it jiggles when he smacks it, the sting of his rings going straight to your cunt. FIngers curling around the tops of your tights he pulls them down with your underwear to your ankles. The cool air of the bathroom making you shiver when it hits your soaked folds, your body begging for more.

Running two fingers through your slit, he rubs a few small circles with pointed pressure to your bundle of nerves before collecting more of your slick to use as lube. The squelching noises at just his small touches has your cheeks burning hot, your body betraying your cocky words from before.

Coating himself enough to slide in easily, you feel his mushroom top spread through your folds. Rubbing himself down the length of you he chuckles darkly when you chase more with your hips.

“God, you’re gonna take me so well baby. You’re already such a mess.” Pressing himself to your entrance, you brace yourself tighter against the sink preparing for the stretch. You always had to get used to the feeling of him splitting you in two.

Nodding dumbly your neck goes slack when you feel him finally push himself in, walls stinging as he slowly makes himself fit.

“She’s sucking me in so good, so fucking tight. This all mine? Tell me it’s mine.” Pussy drunk already, Eddie didn’t care to put on his usual front anymore. You felt like heaven around his dick and he wanted you for himself.

He doesn’t give you enough time to answer or adjust before he pulls himself almost all the way out before abruptly shoving himself back in. The burn of his harsh thrusts making you cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, the pleasure slowly becoming more prominent when he starts hitting your g spot with every deep stroke.

His hands grip your hips to keep you close, the sound of skin against skin filling the empty stalls as he keeps up with his punishing pace.

“I asked who’s pussy this is baby.” One hand snaking between your jiggling thighs, two fingers quickly find your more than needy clit. Rubbing harsh figure eights he bends over so his chest presses against your back, somehow pushing himself even deeper. You swear you can feel him in your stomach like this.

“Answer me.”

Jaw slack and eyes scrunched close, the familiar tightness in your gut is getting closer and closer to letting go. Stopping the motion of his hips when you don’t give him what he wants, your eyes snap open as a strangled whine leaves your throat.

“I’ll give you what you want princess just tell me who your cunt belongs to.” his tone is full with dominance when he whispers in your ear, you muster enough brain power to find your voice.

“Yours.” Barely above a whisper when it leaves your mouth, he adds pressure to your bundle of nerves but just enough to tease.

“Louder.” Pressing his hips deeper into you, it’s enough to have you claw at the sink.

“YOURS” Too desperate to care about how he was going to hold this moment over your head, the need to cum was becoming overpowering after the day of relentless teasing. This is how it always was, the dynamic switching almost every time.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” Each word coming out with a punch of his hips, his fingers make quick work against your clit obsessed with the way it makes your eyes roll in the back of your head.

Being able to watch your face from the reflection of the mirror while he railed you from behind with everything he had only made it that much harder not to spill deep inside your velvet walls. Fingers working overtime on your swollen nub, the furrow of your brows and the way you start to tighten around him tells him all he needs to know.

“Come on baby, make a mess of me.” His thrusts became more deliberate in your undoing, each one hitting deeper than the last.

“God - Eddie!” It’s overwhelming when it hits you, seeing stars behind your closed eyes as your walls constrict tight enough to earn a loud drawn out ‘fuck’ as your release washes over him.

“That’s it, that’s fucking it.” The blunt ends of his nails dig into the soft bruised skin of your hips as you feel him twitch inside of you.

Warmth filling your belly as he paints your insides white, you’re left a panting mess while he shudders on top of you. His orgasm hitting him in waves with the way your walls continue to milk him long after yours is done.

Keeping himself inside till he’s soft enough to slip out on his own, your soft moans fill the quiet at the loss of contact. The fullness that had you a trembling mess was replaced with that familiar dull throb of the after effects.

“You gonna be nice to me now or what Munson?” Putting himself away his eyes meet yours in the mirror. Their soft brown returned to their normal warm state, catching the beginnings of a small smile playing across his lips, his cheeks flush crimson.

“Depends on if you’re gonna be nice to me.”

Pulling your tights and underwear back up, the fact that you were keeping his seed inside like it was normal had his cock almost kick up again. You made him insatiable.

“I think I’ve proven to be very nice.” Biting your lip into a smile you lean back against the sink batting your eyelashes at him for good measure, your flirting only making him blush harder despite everything.

“I think we can work something out, who knows I might not even want Gareth back at the end of this.” The laugh he earns quickly becomes his new favorite sound.

Slinging his arm around you, he pulls you deep into his side before both of you make your exit out of the bathroom together. The boys all waiting around the hallway with knowing looks all over their faces. Taking in your more than chummy body language Barry’s the first to speak up.

“So does this mean you two are together or something?”

Jeff refuses to look you in the eyes, making it more than obvious they had gotten a little show, neither one of you really trying to be quiet.

“We don’t have to fucking tell you.” Eddie snaps scared that their questions will sabotage what he just got.

“Calm down man.” Raising his hands in defense Barry backs off “Just trying not to get whiplash with this sudden change of heart.”

Squeezing your shoulders tighter you reach up on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his cheek earning a unified groan from everyone, and a satisfied hum from the one that’s still dripping down your thighs.

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eddie tag list: @munsonology @munsonmunster @bimbobaggins69 @elthreetimes

[avatar-anna]

it’s my birthday and i was wondering if you could write a little fluffy blurb about yn and harry celebrating? if not, no worries! i love your writing and can’t wait for your next piece💘

a little late, so happy belated birthday!🎂🎂🎂

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“You look like a marshmallow.”

“I do not.”

“A very, very cute marshmallow. Don’t get it twisted,” you said. You were sitting up in bed, pajamas still on and hair in a knot from a deep sleep. You would’ve kept on sleeping right into the afternoon if you hadn’t realized your boyfriend was missing.

Turns out he went on a morning run. You had just been about to text him when he came through the door, black puffer coat and matching neck scarf tucked just above his chin. His hair was tied back into one of his tiny clips—which used to be one of your tiny clips that he stole—and his mustache looked freshly trimmed. You had a love-hate relationship with said mustache because it scratched you whenever you kissed him, though right now you thought he looked cute and cuddly all bundled up.

Harry brought his arms out from behind his back, revealing a pastry bag and a drink tray with two to-go cups in it. “Keep teasing and I’ll eat your croissant.”

“You got me a croissant?”

“And a flat white, but I might just have to—”

“No!” you said, scrambling onto your knees and shuffling across the bed to Harry. “I wasn’t teasing, I said you looked cute.”

Harry grinned, his brows raising above his sunglasses, which he clearly wasn’t able to take off because his hands were full. “Not fun to be teased, is it?”

Slapping his chest, you said, “Yeah, yeah. Forgive me for waking up feisty because my boyfriend was missing when I woke up.”

“To get my beautiful girlfriend a birthday coffee and pastry,” Harry defended. He kissed the top of your head and handed over your coffee and croissant. “Happy birthday, darling.”

Throwing your arms around his neck, you hugged him tight, his puffer still cold from the early morning chill. “For a second I thought you forgot.”

“How could I? You’ve been not-so-subtly hinting at it all week.”

You grinned sheepishly. It was your first birthday as Harry’s girlfriend, and while you didn’t need a lavish party or gift, you just didn’t want to be disappointed by him forgetting. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

“Come back to bed?” you asked him, slowly unzipping his puffer coat.

“Anything for the birthday girl,” Harry said, slipping out of his shoes.

He shrugged out of his coat and rid himself of his hair clip and sunglasses before crawling back to the mountain of pillows on his bed. You had a feeling he expected you to pull off the rest of his clothes, but you curled yourself around him, breathing him in once your nose nuzzled against his neck.

“My first request for my birthday is to wake up properly,” you said.

So close, you could feel the hum of assent rumble through his chest. “I can get behind that.”

Harry kissed your head as you sneaked your hands under his sweater, running them across his skin. You continued caressing, and he continued peppering little kisses wherever we could. It continued for a while, and despite initially wanting to fall asleep, you were still wide awake.

“We’re not going back to sleep are we?” you asked.

“Absolutely not,” Harry said before tipping your chin up to kiss you properly. “Time for your real birthday present.”

Your stomach flipped with excitement as he pulled you over him and slotted his leg between yours.

[shoot-the-oneshot]

Best Of Both Worlds

Love triangle Carlos Sainz x Reader x Marc Marquez

If it isn’t my favorite media girl!” Carlos shouted seeing you standing outside the redbull garage. Rushing over to give you a hug. You had both met when Carlos drove for Redbull you were with the brands media team rather than the racing team so while it wasn’t often he saw you here it wasn’t out of the ordinary, but he would admit he drove better when he knew you were watching.

“My parents have been asking when you’re coming over for dinner again?” The Ferrari driver spoke not letting you go as he whispered in your ear. He knew you’d rather keep your on and off relationship between the both of you, which he was fine with, except for one issue.

“Sainz, been a while.” and there was the issue also known as Moto GPs Marc Marquez. Who despite the wide smile on his face as he cozied up next to you sent daggers to the other Spaniard. Who was more than happy to play along.

“Marc i didn’t know you still raced?” He spoke with fake enthusiasm but the look of disappointment you shot him made him feel a small twinge of regret. Marcs shoulders stiffened. “I took a season off for injury yes, but I’m back now.” His words were clipped not wanting to start one of their classic back and fourths in front of you.

Releasing a breath when one of Marcs bike mechanics called him over, he begrudgingly left you alone with Carlos. Who’s eyes narrowed at you immediately.

“Carlos.” You sighed already knowing where this was heading. “I can’t believe you brought him to my race.” He spat the word ‘him’ like it was poison on his tongue. His hand ran through his hair in an attempt to calm down.

“I didn’t bring him Carlos, Redbull wants him to race Max I’m just doing my job.” He knew that, he did but he hated that you worked closer with Moto GP, and in turn Marc. Carlos often wished he would’ve signed any contract Toro Rosso would’ve put in front of him if it would’ve kept you closer.

Knowing that he didnt mean to snap at you, you sighed softening your tone reaching to rub his arm. “I have to get back to work but good luck with the race, i’ll be cheering for you.” His smile that you loved broke through his perused lips as you kissed his cheek.

“I want another one of those when i win.” He sang cockily as he walked backwards towards Ferrari still keeping eye contact making you laugh as he almost tripped. Entering the Redbull garage you saw Marc shooting you glances from his conversation with Max Verstappen, while Carlos made his dislike for the rider more apparent Marc hid it better but you could see a little unease in his eyes when Carlos got a little two close.

“Wish me luck Amore.” Marc winked, straddling his bike before pealing out to meet Verstappen on the starting line.

When you started working for Redbull you were placed with MotoGP, Repsol to be exact, Marc who was already a multiple world title holder quickly befriended you seeing how out of place you felt, and made you feel like part of their little family.

Then you got a chance to shadow F1 where you met Carlos, and while it broke your heart leaving Repsol, Carlos helped ease the pain, and you became close to both men, spending the off season split between the two you were best friends, until it became clear they wanted more. That’s where it got complicated.

You sighed, letting your mind wander to the first summer you spent with Carlos in Spain.

“I’m going to have a tan line of your hand if you don’t move.” You hummed in relaxation as the boat rocked gently on the waves practically begging sleep to take you and it would’ve if the constant movement of Carlos’s thumb rubbing against your skin didn’t set it ablaze.

“Now why would I move, you know I like my marks on you.” His voice dripping with every ounce of that Spanish passion he possessed, leaning down to press wet kisses across your spine. Water dripping down on you from his hair a stark contrast to the heat coming off him.

Flipping over gazing up at him the golden hour sun bouncing off his skin making it appear as if he was glowing. And if anyone asked he’d agree he felt like he was glowing from the inside out whenever he was around you. From the second he was introduced to you he fell hard, like every hit romance movie ever made.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” You asked feeling almost insecure under his intense gaze. He laughed softy, shaking his eyes before reconnecting your eyes.

“I just can’t wait for the future, I’ll get a contract with a bigger team maybe McLaren or Ferrari and you can come with me, traveling the world together. Doesn’t that sound perfect.” His eyes lit up with his excitement while yours did the opposite. While it sounded amazing you knew it wasn’t guaranteed.

“You know I was only shadowing for this season Carlos, I don’t know where I’ll end up after that.” You hated how he visibly deflated for a moment before perking back up.

“Then I’ll sign with Redbull and put it in my contact that you come with me!”

“It will work!” He defended when you laughed. Reaching to cup his cheek. “We’ll see.”

Words can’t describe how happy you were to be back at the hotel and lounge in bed. Just as you got comfortable your phone dinged.

Marc: ‘Come up to my room there’s something I want to show you <3.’

Your heart skipped a beat seeing his contact photo that you took of him when you brought him to your home town after he practically begged you to show him where you came from, wanting to learn as much about you as he could.

You took him to your favorite spot one the one with memories where the smile wouldn’t come off your face and you made him take a selfie with you to see who’s smile was bigger, knowing he was known for his among his fans.

You were surprised to see it was on the same floor as your room figuring Redbull would’ve given him a penthouse for the duration of his stay.

“Mi amor, you came!” His signature smile clear across his face as he stepped aside for you to come in, wrapping you in his arms the second you did. Unable to help yourself you sunk into his arms the comfort you felt overwhelming.

When he pulled back it was just far enough to look into your eyes. “Come.” He whispered pressing a kiss to your forehead gently pulling you by your hand to the balcony. As you looked around you noticed it was the same layout as your room. He blushed when you mentioned it. Giving you a little shrug. “I always make sure you get the best rooms you’re an important part of the team.”

The scene on the balcony took your breath away and despite it being late and him in matching attire your sweats and T-shirt feel very underdressed for the fairy lights he strung up, your favorite dessert set in the center of the little table overlooking the beautiful city scape.

Marc was anxiously watching your reaction as you took it in. Marc didn’t fall for you the second he saw you like in the books you read. Instead it came like a tsunami slowly at first as he got to know you then it hit him with how incredible you are and how he couldn’t imagine his life without you.

Pulling your chair out for you waving off your thanks ‘I’ll make every single day special when we’re together’ he said in his head.

As you both ate you made small talk saying everything and nonsense at the same time. The air was light until Marc paused with a sigh and nodded to your shirt. Confused you looked down and cursed, Carlos’s old redbull shirt.

“I’m so sorry it must’ve gotten mixed in with my work shirts I didn’t mean to.” You rushed out hoping he knew it was honestly a mistake.

Marc stood just enough to pull his chair closer to yours and grabbed both your hands in his. Looking so deep into your eyes you were almost worried at what he’d see.

“I’d never make you do this but I’ve been wanting to say it.” Marc paused making sure he had your full attention.

“If you ever have to choose between me and him.” Swallowing the lump that suddenly formed in his throat at what he was about to say. “Pick who makes you happy, even if it’s not one of us, you and I will be fine we were friends before and we will be after so don’t worry about that. Just…just be as happy as I am when I’m with you.”

The truth behind his eyes made yours start to tear up, you knew deep down you’d have to pick one day and now it felt like the hours are ticking down.

At the same moment unbeknownst to either of you a knock sounded at your hotel room down the hall the ponding raising in volume the longer it went one making your coworker in the next room peak out. She sighed seeing the Ferrari driver.

“Hey Susan right?” Carlos asked snapping his fingers when he remembered her name. “Do you know where Y/n is?”

His shoulders dropped the longer it took her to respond, his lips pursed. “She’s with Marc isn’t she?” Susan looked away giving him his answer. “Unbelievable.” He huffed storming back to his room.

The next day Carlos was on a mission, he had spent all night and early morning making phone call after phone call email after email. Carlos knew Honda would’ve put Marc in the Redbull VIP section to watch the race and that’s exactly where he found him. “We need to talk.” Marc almost jumped at the sudden hand landing on his shoulder.

Standing from his stool he motioned for Carlos to lead the way, the paddock being his territory. Finding an empty hallway away from reporters that would love the drama between the two racers especially over that same girl. Carlos spun on his heels. Almost nose to nose with the other Spaniard.

“Stay away from my girl Marquez.” Marcs brows rose at the demand and laughed.

“She’s not your girl Sainz,”

“Well she’s sure as hell not yours!”

“Exactly!” The two men went silent as Marcs words settled between them only harsh breathes were heard. “She’s not mine and she’s not yours, she hasn’t picked one or the other.” Carlos snickers like he knew something the other man didn’t.

“Well she will have to soon. Ferrari is offering her a deal by the end of the weekend.” Carlos was about to storm off but was handed back by a now furious Marc.

“You can’t force her to choose, actually go ahead and do it run her straight into my arms, go on ahead!” Marc held his arm out welcoming the driver to walk past.

“If you’re so confident tell her to take the Ferrari gig its a good job i made sure.” He paused lowering his voice taunting leaning closer like he was sharing a secret. “You know, I think you are worried she’ll take it, because while she met you first, she fell for me first, must not be as good as you thought you were.”

Marc rolled his eyes, was the man that dumb, huffing out a breathe through his nose he set his hands on his hips. “And if you were more confident you wouldn’t have to offer her a different job to get her.”

Carlos laughed but a hint of truth was found in his words, he was worried, the frantic calls to Mattia and threats to quit were definitely acts of desperation. And he hated Marc could tell.

“I can give her more than you can.” Was his weak resort.

“Yeah, what can a 8 time world champion possibly give her?” Marc sarcastically nodded. Carlos clenched his jaw, and clenched his fist. Before he could swing he got yanked back by his cocked arm by Charles.

“What the hell?!” Charles shouted as Carlos struggled against him. Attracting attention to the once private hallway as more men ran in to break up the two racers. Both men froze at the new voice.

“What’s going on?” They both turned to look at you. Charles loosening his grip as Carlos froze, giving him the chance to break free and adjust his shirt, trying to play it off. “Nothing.” He shrugged.

Now that he had calmed down the Ferrari crew that came with Charles to find his teammate escorted Carlos out with them leaving you, Marc and a few other VIPs.

Marc walked passed you until you were shoulder to shoulder, not looking at you as he faces the wall behind you. “I take it back, don’t pick him.” He continued walking leaving you alone with a looming clock hanging over the three of you that just started ticking.

Next parts coming soon

Carlos Pick your choice Marc

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team stan + craig and clyde reacting to you wearing platform boots that make you taller than them

tags: established relationship(s), height differences, simping, based on that one clip of minx walking out of the curtains and quackity freaking out but shhh

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𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗦𝗛

doesn’t realise because he’s looking at his phone (aka at a meme kenny sent him) and when he looks up he literally JUMPS

“HOW’D YOU GET SO TALL??!!?”

you point at your shoes and he lets out a sigh.

“nice. you look good!” he’s so nervous djdksjhskak

feels a little patronised when he holds your hand (he’s a sucker for pda)

if anyone makes fun of him for being shorter than you (even if it’s not true) he will probably cry a little 😭✋

tries to ignore all the teasing from his friends (esp cartman) and focuses on something else; i.e playing arcade games with you and getting you a prize (it was a little sanrio keychain that he thought you’d like im ascending-)

finds himself resting his head on your arm when standing beside you but then remembers he’s meant to be ‘masculine’ and stops 🙄

after you two walk home together he’ll quietly ask you to wear them on private dates instead of hangouts with friends because he feels so smol (he’s not complaining he just doesn’t want constant teasing </3)

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𝗞𝗬𝗟𝗘 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗦𝗞𝗜

flustered 👏 as 👏 hell

face is so red

stammers a little shdbrisibw

“y-you look great! i mean- wow!” djsjskkxjndfk

is such a huge fucking simp- he’s constantly admiring your fashion sense but he’d never guess you had platforms

likes resting his hand on your hip when you’re doing stuff- but now you’re taller (even if it’s only a few inches) he finds it so much more endearing??

he is pretty tall for a teen (6’1) so you being taller is such an attractive trait for him (even if it’s temporary)

will literally fight cartman if he tries to come for your style- PLS

if y’all are on a private date he gives you sooo many compliments

but if you’re hanging out with friends he dials it back

god forbid his mum sees you 💀

she’s very “a man should be taller than his partner” (aka old fashioned)

he’ll assure you that you’re perfect and your fashion is breathtaking <33

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𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗖 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗠𝗔𝗡

is grumpy about it

he wants to be the taller one considering he’s not very tall to begin with!

makes snide comments with his arms cross but it grows on him

hides behind you when kyle yells at him

“haha! my badass partner’s gonna beat you up!”

actually tries to steal your shoes at one point. like y’all are sat in the diner and eric ‘drops’ his fork- you feel something tug on your ankle and look down to see his hands tugging your boot 😭

explains after that he loves how they look but hates how you’re taller than him

if you insist on wearing them he’ll bite his tongue and endure it for love <3

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𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗠𝗖𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗖𝗞

horny bastard man

is immediately like “that’s hot”

asks you to step on him as a ‘joke’ (he’s /srs 😨)

hand. on. hips.

he loves holding your hips as he presses to your back; now that you’re taller it’s harder for him to rest his chin on your shoulder but he manages

like stan he asks you to wear them in private, but for a very different reason (wink wink)

arm around hips and pulling you to his side- will go feral if you respond by resting your hand on his back/shoulder fjfksjmdoch

wants to see your collection and then surprises you with a new pair that you don’t have yet (rip his wallet) 🤭

best boyfriend you can’t change my mind

will ask you to wear them more often, he loves it

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𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗚 𝗧𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗥

“holy shit”

that’s all he says. doesn’t comment on it bc in reality he doesn’t really care about height. he’s secure like that

if people try to tease him he just flips them off and turns away

however- when people start making comments towards you, that’s when he gets annoyed

“don’t listen to them, babe. you look great” <3333

will probably fist fight a guy for making a snide comment about you being a ‘freak’ just for having a different style

asks you to wear them more if you like them fjfkdrjodjsfm

loves it if you wear a colour coordinated outfit based on your shoes (it’s the little things for him <3)

will look more into the style to match you, i.e he’d wear matching band shirts and skinny jeans if you’re into that but he won’t wear platforms (he tried it once and found it uncomfortable)

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𝗖𝗟𝗬𝗗𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗩𝗔𝗡

freaks out

literally a mushy mess, hides behind craig jokingly bc he’s never seen you taller than him

when he’s done joking around he immediately hugs you and showers you in compliments <3

he’ll probably give you similar shoes (like kenny), his love language is gifts/acts of service so he’ll literally drown you in whole fucking outfits

hugs your hips now that he doesn’t have to reach down as much (he’s so dramatic)

low-key loves it, always wants you to wear platforms around him now <33

he loves tall partners he’ll just never admit it dndnsnmsixnf

will silently pretend that you’re actually taller than him and not wearing boots bc he’s a dork

loves resting his head on your shoulder/chest, it makes him feel safe and secure *melts*

will cry if made fun of tho