#i have like a lil gang of really amazing friends and i would hate to restrict my love to only one of them

[sunnysidesevenup]

HII IL YOUR OC SO SO MUCH CAN YOU YAP A LIL ABOUT THEM??? (I NEED MORE CONTENT)

ALSO NEW MOOT?? 😭❤️🫶 MAYBE??❤️❤️❤️🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

NEW MOOT, HI OMGGGG YOUR ART IS SO COOL

and YES ABSOLUTELY I can yap about my guys 😭

Yuichi:

- my beloved magicless prefect lol. He’s probably the most normal of my oc’s in the sense that his problems are like, average family problems, but also he went to another world and was basically like “omg I get to start over and never talk to anyone I previously knew ever again!” so maybe not that normal.

- He’s actually got similar problems to Riddle! He doesn’t realize his family being that controlling is abnormal until he meets Riddle, either—so he’s also having a crisis. When the gang is learning about Riddle’s mom and situation he went “yeah but isn’t everyone’s parents like that? haha” to which Ace and Deuce stared at him like “NO??? WHAT???”

- he didn’t have any friends in his old world, mainly because 1) his family kept him so busy with massive expectations, studying and work and 2) he’s very undiagnosed autistic lmao.

- him and Malleus are not shipped together but please know that they have the absolute most romantic friendship possible. It’s 100% platonic. they just say lines to each other that sound like they belong in an otome game with complete platonic sincerity

Arlo:

- probably the oc I post about the most at this point lmaooo 😭 and yet I’ve never spoken about his backstory or problems or anything somehow,,,,

- he falls in love easily. I mean, like, people are nice to him and then he immediately has a crush on them. It’s something he HATES about himself—and it caused him a lot of problems growing up. Every single person he’s ever liked payed ZERO attention to him, in favor of other people (usually his siblings). He’s not playing second best, he’s not even on the scoreboard.

- he used to be really sweet! which was mostly him just trying to get people to like him (and his parents to pay any attention to him). He eventually figured out that being mean to people got attention quicker, and it felt more natural to him (also it’s hard to fall in love with people when they hate you, isn’t it?)

- he fundamentally believes he’s not a very good person, so he would NEVER confess his feelings to Neige.

- his unique magic is called Siren Song! like the name implies, it causes people to fall in love with him and be willing to do anything for him for 24 hours. It’s the type of unique magic he was desperate for as a kid, but now he HATES it. It’s just a reminder to him of how pathetic he was (his words).

Elio:

- he’s so sweet and I love him so much. despite all the grief he’s felt throughout his life he tries his best to be happy and optimistic, and he’s never tried to close himself off from connection.

- despite how easy going he initially seems, he’s VERY pissed at Sebek lol. The guy spoke bad about humans a few too many times around him, might have said something about his family, and now he gives him the Disappointed Upperclassman Stare whenever he enters a room😭

- he’s in the board game club! he likes games a lot, but he also has unnaturally good luck. Azul and Idia lowkey ban him from games of chance sometimes. (Also… Idia occasionally forces Elio to do gacha rolls for him. His luck is just better, and he wants that new character!!)

Ithel:

- his personality is actually pretty dramatic and sarcastic lol, he says funny stuff constantly but under his breath. very studious as well!!! he’s very smart

- when I say he’s experiencing trauma, I MEAN it. like. constant nightmares of dying, panic attacks, etc. the two years when he’s separated from Elio while he’s at school are what push him over the edge. Despite this, he outwardly seems to hold it together pretty well.

- he’s an amazing actor! If he wasn’t as freaked out, he might actually be able to get a role in a movie or something—it would make him happy.

- he teases Epel for being “cute” constantly, just because he knows it bothers him. despite that, they get along fairly well. The type of friendship that roll their eyes behind Vil’s back and then giggle at each other, and then immediately get caught lmao.

[silent-raven13]

Lil Billie don't play!

The Spider-Gang were baking at Miles' apartment, little Billie helping her big brother make cookies. The gang decided to show off their baking skills to show off their favorite treats. Billie wanted chocolate chips cookies, so Miles is making his own version of Chocolate Chunks Chip Cookies.

The gang and Ganke were all chatting having drinks and snacks while baking. Gwen and Hobie were talking about favorite indie band from Hobie's world, and Pavtri and Ganke were talking about funny things their own family done as growing up in an Asian household. Miles listening by the side while he smiles at his little sister who's adding the sugar into the bowl.

"Oh yeah! My Chachi always found ways for me to do extracurricular activities like cricket!" Pavtri said.

"Yeah, my mom wanted me to lean the violin and I always hated learning the violin." Ganke said.

Hobie laughing along with Gwen, "Really, you think his hair look like mustard?"

"Yeah, terrible color and his outfit was so red it was giving Mustard and Ketchup." Gwen laughs along, "But I like that one band called Misery. That opening song was fire."

"Yeah, that group is really good. The singer always getting arrested. Gotta respect her."

"Yeah, she's so cool." The blond young woman agreed as she put green J-ello in a bowl with some toasted pecans.

Pavtri kneading the mixture in a pink bowl making Gulab Jamun, while chatting with Ganke. "Huh, yeah. I never liked Cricket. I told her I rather do something like Yoga, or Kalaripayattu."

"I always liked playing basketball but my mom thought it was to violent." Ganke sips his White Claw. Billie leans over to smile at Ganke, "Hey, Boo."

The five year old happily helps her big brother add the chocolate chunks into the batch of cookies. "Hi-hi, Key!" Little Billie giggles as her brother helps her pours brown sugar into the bowl. "Yum?"

Ganke went over to sniff, "Mmm, yummy!"

Miles let him have a taste of the cookie dough, "Good?" His best friend took an extra spoon filled with cookie dough to try, he chews it for the moment then his eyes gleam with joy.

"Mmm, yo this is fire. Did you use vanilla bean paste? And the chunks are good?" He said licking his lips.

"Hahaha, the secret is a mix of milk chocolate and a lot of dark chocolate." Miles smiles widely at his best friend.

"You would add a lot of dark chocolate." Gwen hums, which got Hobie to smile from ear to ear.

"OPP!" Pavtri giggles.

"Duh, I do love dark chocolate." Miles playfully wink at his boyfriend who turned pinked by the flirtation.

Hobie chuckles as he mix his Sweet Potato into pudding in his own mixing bowl. "I know you do, Sunflower." He lick his lips can't wait for later when it's Billie's nap time, so he can have a full make out session.

The four year girl eyeing at Hobie with a squint in her eyes, she will put a stop to any of his devious thoughts. Her big brother is a sweet and she wants all of his attention.

Miles let his little sister stir the batter while he helps her, "That's right, boo-boo. Good job."

"I'm helping!" She happily said with her high pitch voice, she did a little dance.

"Yeah, you're amazing at this, Billie-boo!" Miles cooes at her as they saw the dough and chocolate chips are perfectly mixed. "Oh, now we can make them cookies, boo-boo."

"Oh yay!" She can't wait for these cookies, "Umm.. Umm.." Her head turns back and forth with her finger on chin, and her braided hair with butterfly clips at the ends made clinks sounds. "Remem-bur daddy wants some cookies."

"Oh, I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me, Boo!" Miles smiles at his little sister for being such a big helper. "You're always my best helper!"

"Hehe, I am!" She proudly puff her chest being pleased for getting praised by her big brother.

Pavtri smiles at Miles, "Awe, Billie. You're so adorable."

Miles look at Gwen's bowl, "Um, Gwen. What is that? It's so green, and you're using cottage cheese?" His eyes widen at the tub of cottage cheese.

"Yeah, this is Watergate Salad with a twist. My mom use to make this for my dad then he would make it for us on Christmas." Gwen open the cottage cheese to dump into the bowl with the green J-ello, legumes and marshmallows. "It's good! Trust me!"

Pavtri and Hobie share the same look of concern, yet they are willing to try for their friend. They knew how much Gwen tries to cook for them and put so much effort even if some meals are questionable.

"Okay..." Miles tries to force an excited tone but had a a straight face.

"What? It's not gross. Look I'ma add the Cool Whip!" Gwen open a big tub of Cool Whip, "And this is super easy to make! I don't need to bake or use the stove. All I need to do is add it into the fridge once I'm done!"

Miles got a tray with parchment paper on it, while Billie happily hold the bowl. She saw the ice cream scoop being covered in butter to scoop the thick dough. "Ohh! I wanna do it, hermano!" She holds her hand out having her fingers reaching out.

"Wait, let me show you first, okay?"

"Okay." Being perfectly behaved, the four year old had her hands together as she watches her brother showing her how to scoop cookie dough on the tray. Miles slowly show her then place the dough on the tray seeing how Billie nodded. She's such a well behave girl.

Without out the Black Latino knowing, he felt cold cream on his cheek. "BAM! Gotchu!" Gwen giggles having to put cool whip on her friend's cheek, "Your too slow!" Miles took the hit without feeling bothered, since this is how they play around.

But for Billie, she did not like that. She took it as bullying on her big brother, and seeing how hard Gwen put that whip cream on his face got her feeling some type a way. She stood quiet as she saw her brother left the cool whip on his cheek being focus into teaching her to make scoops of cookie dough.

Every now and then the four year old would give Gwen the side eye, this was a declaration of war. Hobie stood quiet, too. He didn't like how Gwen sometimes plays too rough or too much with his Sunflower, and he knows Miles wouldn't mind. Yet, the punker never like rough play something about seeing his boyfriend getting hurt gets him enrage.

"Awe, you upset lil Boo." Ganke said out loud noticing the little girl quiet giving that serious Mr. Morales look. Crazy how much of resemblance she had on her dad. The way Miles look a lot like his mom.

Miles chuckles as he wipes off the cream off his cheek with a wet rag, "Awe, boo-boo. It's okay. Me and Gwen were playing." He wasn't one to play as much as Gwen.

Billies said nothing but side eye at Gwen again, she had her lips puckered with a serious look on her face. Hobie burst out laughing seeing her pissed off as him. Pavtri teased, "Ohhh, Gwen. You made her mad-mad."

"What? What did I do?" Gwen laughs it off, she knows Billie is protective of her brother. No one would expect what's gonna happen.

When everyone finished making their dessert leaving them to take a break. Gwen lay on the L shape part of the couch while texting her other friends and being on her Socials.

Hobie talking to Miles in the kitchen being a bit close with his hands apart holding the counter, sounding a bit flirty. The Black latino chuckles with his arms wrapping around his punker as the two kiss.

Ganke and Pavtri playing video games and talking about the lore of the game. Little Billie was by her dolls and small table for coloring, she saw her chance to get pay back. The four year old sneaky crouch toward Gwen's without being noticed from the two men play video games, her brown eyes saw some blond and colorful dye hair.

Billie took her chance to get pay back for her big brother, she grab a fistful of Gwen's hair and yanking it. "OW! Ahh, Billie!" Gwen felt a sharp yank on her head, her blue eyes saw Billie grabbing her hair.

"AH! NO!" Billie huffs, she jumps back seeing her brother's friend trying to get her to let go. The rest of her friends noticed.

Miles quickly turns to find his little sister yanking his best friend's hair. "Boo-Boo?"

"Ow, Billie!" Gwen got up seeing that was one way for the little girl to let go, yet it didn't stop Billie from throwing hands. The little girl's tiny fist hitting the blond woman's thigh and legs, then she climbs on her to fight. "What's with you?" Those punches didn't hurt Gwen, in fact it felt like pats and it made her laugh a bit.

Pavtri laughs, "She's picking a fight with you? What did you do to her?"

"NOTHING!" She said out loud being in shock that her friend put the blame on her. Gwen grab the little girl having to pull her away from her, Billie kept throwing her punches on her hands.

"No-no! MMM!" Billie whines having to use all her energy to fight Gwen.

"I dunno she seems pretty mad." Ganke winced at the little girl.

Miles quickly went over to get his little sister, "Boo! Billie Mariana Morales! What's gotten into you? Oye, escúchame, niña!" Using a firm voice while speaking Spanish, sometimes his little sister understands Spanish more than English. He hugs her trying to calm her down seeing how she's furious she is.

"Ella te golpeó, hermano!" Billie struggles from her brother's hands still wanting to fight, "Venganza!!!" She throw her fist in the air.

"What did she say?" Pavtri asked.

Gwen fixing her hair putting into a messy bun, "Yeah!"

"She said revenge, and she thinks you hit me with the whip cream." Miles couldn't help but let out a snicker, seeing how cute his little sister is willing to protect him.

"Ohhh! Opp, so she wanted payback?" Gwen asked with her hand on her hips, "But I didn't hit you."

Billie huffs, "Hmph! No toques a mi hermano!" Her hands cupping her brother's face being protective then crossing her arms, "Nonono!"

Pavtri rub his chin, "I guess if it was innocent or not, she doesn't like it."

"Well, Billie never like anyone picking on Miles, so this shouldn't be a surprise." Ganke pointed out.

Hobie stood quiet through the whole thing, he went to stand next to his Sunflower. "Still... Billie, don't pull Gwen's hair. She means no harm, and no fighting or I have to tell mamí you were misbehaving." Miles lecture his little sister.'

"Pero... Pero..." Billie sniffs with big tears forming already sad for upsetting her brother. She did what she thought was fair.

"Ehh, let her off of this one. I get it. She loves you too much." Gwen shrugs it off, "Besides it didn't hurt me."

"Still... she needs to know it's not right." Miles hugs his sister, "Billie Boo, it's okay. Don't cry. I know you're a good girl." Wiping her tears away with his right hand.

Billie sniffs feeling bum out, her brown eyes landed on Hobie who gave her a sincere smile. "You git me?" She asked the punker.

"Yes, luv." Seeing how Billie wanted him to hold her, the punker took her in his arms and gave a solitary smile. "You did an excellent job, lil Boo."

"Hobie!" Miles pouted but seeing Billie sad face turning super happy made him slide it off. Little Billie proudly nodded at Hobie.

"Yeah! She hu-wt Miles!"

"I know." Hobie gave her thumb ups, "Good job for getting yer lick back!"

"YEAH!" Billie said in a loud cheer tone.

Gwen snorted, "It was like a pinch."

"Shh, Gwen! Little Billie don't play." Pavtri said out loud.

Ganke nodded, "Yeah, now you want her to pull your hair again?"

"No..." The blond woman answered.

Miles began scolding his boyfriend for allow Billie to be okay with this behavior. Everyone knows to never mess with Miles if his sister is around. Who knows what she'll do? Hobie and Billie had a close friendship whenever it comes to Miles, they have the need to protect him. They never understood why.

The little girl happily learns a few moves from Hobie, she can't wait to try it on any enemy near her brother.

[zaccosnacco]

Just wanted to take the time to share some silly HCs I have :D

Ignacio doesn't really like the nickname "Iggy" much, but maybe OCCASIONALLY, you can call him that once (Skiddad might call him that several times tho XD)

Speaking of Skiddad, I HC him to be childhood friends with Frank and Candy Dealer, might seem like a lil random one, but it kinda fits tbh. Although I feel like he's more closer with CD because of the cult and whatnot, but occasionally the gang will hangout together, like the old days.

This one's a little bit of an angsty one, but I HC Gregor to have parental negligence trauma (Because of that scene with him and illusion Dexter). When he was younger, he didn't really want to be a priest in the first place, but because he was so overwhelmed by his parent's neglect, he became one so he'd finally got noticed and appreciated for once...

Ok, for a more wholesome one, Streber loves Uglydolls! (NOT the 2019-2020 one, I'm talking about the classics). He has a lil collection of merch of those things, his favorites would be Ninja Batty Shogun, Ice Bat, and Ox :3c

Another one for Ignacio, he's part Russian and part Latin :> (Also one more that he has a burn scarred black cat named Coal. He usually hates cats, but he LOVES Coal XD)

Radford enjoys Weird Al

Fat Thief's skilled with algebra and biology

And finally ending with some Garcia HCs!

First one is that he WAS the Clown, but after he got shot by Jack and most likely nearly died, he wanted to quit and try to be a better person (I do like that theory of Garcia being the Clown, but I personally don't HC it myself) | He and Ignacio are brothers (THIS HC GIVES ME SO MUCH JOY TBH- | Is an ABBA fan (Voulez Vous and Dancing Queen would be his favs XD) | And finally he has a habit of fidgeting with his tie or tapping his fingers on a hard surface (Specifically tables), it's like a stim for him :D

Either ways that's some HCs I wanted to ramble rq, I hope ya like em!

I love those, I share the iggy head canon personally because Ignacio does not seem to enjoy nicknames

Of course my skiddad will call him anything under the sun so he has to deal with it lol

I also love the garcia being Ignacios brother headcanon so much omg

Also for the Gregor one me and one of my besties headcanon him to just be raised in the church. Raised by the priest who isn’t even related to him

That priest whoever was Ignacios father (and let me tell you he’s also really punchable, when i draw him I give him a box head like skiddads usually drawn with)

I talked about this in my headcanons post but I headcanon Ignacio with some religious trauma, and he is not fond of priests in the slightest

Though i also headcanon Gregor being a childhood friend of his well, until Ig ran away because he wasn’t really enjoying his home. This happened out of the blue and he lost contact with his friend. And he probably doesn’t recognize him in the future because of that

Theres my small ramble, amazing headcanons !!

[moltengoldveins]

Maybe dawnset? Like, I associate the sunset with fire and the colors work. Personally I feel like they’d work really well as a qpr but I’m ace, you do whatever floats your boat :). I also think it’d be really funny watching Hans go “this teifling. He has what I don’t: guts. Perhaps he is more competent than m-“ only to watch Davion nearly get killed by like a squirrel and think “oh. Oh no. He’s gonna DIE.” then the guardian angel is like “I hate him, he is superfluous and stupid. Let him get himself killed.” Only for Hans to grin and decide “this one. This is the guy I’m going to use as a social interaction barrier for the rest of time. I don’t have to have courage, I can just use his!”

the gang find the two of them on the lil dragonfly boat crossing the astral sea, playing Space Chess, while Davion tries to teach Hans how to stand up to his guardian angel because (French accent) “why on earth would you allow such a negative voice in your head, my friend? You are amazing! Tell him his father smelt of elderberries.”

the discord server got me thinking about Davion/Hans and i now so desperately need these pathetic yet wildly different men to meet and be disasters together

[snaggletooththecryptid]

Can you write hcs for the jojos having a s/o thats like shinobu in demon slayer?

This one was fun ngl!! Shinobu has a fun personality to work with. I know Giorno breaks one of my rules but, I’ll make an exception for him.

I’m sorry for leaving Gappy out, I haven’t read part 8 yet 😔

JOJO’S WITH AN S/O WHO’S LIKE SHINOBU

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JONATHAN

-He is purely your chaos control

-He has to take a bit to get used to your teasing, after a while he can tell when’s it’s comping and laughs it off with you

-He’s surprised to see your angry side at first, he didn’t know you hated vampires this much!

-He understands your hatred and helps you calm down if it’s needed! Be prepared for bear hugs

-A complete gentleman. He think your teasing is fun, I think this is a great pairing ngl

JOSEPH

-Too much energy + too much energy

-Tease him and get teased right back. This is gonna be a constant thing and you will NOT win

-This isn’t just for the two of you. It’s both of you against Caesar, he gets absolutely no break

-He’s a little bit scared of you when you’re angry. You fight just a little too well for him not to be

-Be prepared to be a force of pure chaos together

JOTARO

-Too much energy + no energy

-He is mildly annoyed by your teasing, but he’d be a liar if he said that he didn’t like it every now and again

-You seem to understand his emotions best out of anyone. Much to his appreciation

-Angry? He’s not one to calm you down, he doesn’t really seem phased by your angered state

-In reality is also scares him but only you really know that

JOSUKE

-Too much energy + too much energy: electric boogaloo

-When teasing Josuke you either have a full tease competition or it just so happens to not be a good time and now he’s a lil pissy

-Just don’t tease him about his hair and all will be good!!

-Unlike most of the other JoJo’s, Josuke thinks that your angry side is kinda fun! Especially if he’s using it against Rohan

-Mischief shall insue

GIORNO

-He is here for your chaos and is doing nothing about it

-Teasing doesn’t really get a reaction out of him, but he loves seeing what reaction it gets out of his friends

-Just like Jotaro he doesn’t really react to your angered state, one of the few not actually scared of it

-In fact, sometimes he really encourages the state and will egg it on depending on the situation

-Create chaos in the gang, do it he is gonna support you

JOLYNE

-Most chaotic paring here

-You thought Joseph would be a tease back? Jolyne is him tenfold. You two tease each other at every opportunity

-It has gone on for entire days at some points

-Jolyne is only slightly scared of your angered state, and it’s only if it’s someway directed at her. Other then that she is egging you on during it

-You radiate pure chaos together, it’s amazing 20/10

JOHNNY

-Too much energy + fairly normal energy?

-Johnny isn’t too found of your teasing, weather directed at him or someone else. It just kinda rubs him the wrong way

-He will admit though, it is kinda funny when you tease Gyro. His reactions are just priceless!

-Johnny is especially scared of your angered state, well he was at first. Now he’s just used to it and thinks it’s very helpful in fights

-Is kinda a chaos control but not like Jonathan levels

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I wrote this instead of sleeping lmao. Who needs sleep when you can think about the Jojs

[beauleifu]

hi!!! can I request some Ne Zha x fem reader? plenty of hugs and fluff >:D

Oh of course! Sorry this took so long! <3

Roughly 1.6k word count. Enjoy!

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NEZHA X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You're invited to a baking competition with your friends. Funny, your partner happens to be none other than the Third Lotus Prince, Nezha. And things go a little chaotic.

TW: None

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[MEET ME AT MY PLACE ASAP]

That's it.

The text message belongs to none other than your good friend MK, who, coincidentally, had contacted you just when the boredom was two seconds from stealing your soul.

Grateful for the opportunity to visit, you fire back a quick:

[On my way!]

Then, you're off.

Sure, MK can be a bit impulsive and careless, but he's the funniest and kindest person you've met. Besides, they've graced you by letting you sleep in; normally, MK would send a text in the dead of night. These spontaneous messages are at random and without warning. And, slowly, they're growing on you.

Today, however, MK spared your sleep schedule by texting you at 2 p.m., the perfect time to do so.

You eagerly make your way downtown, through the tall city buildings of Megapolis.

What could MK be planning?

When you get to their place (Pigsy's Noodles), your question is somewhat answered. It seems as though your friend already has company over. Could you have arrived too soon?

You pull out your phone.

[Hey, I'm here.]

A few seconds pass.

BANG!

The back door at the top of the stairs flies open and you quickly look up. MK's grinning face beams down at you as he grips the hand-railing.

"Yo!"

"Hey!" You return, offering a wave from down below. "Can I come up?"

The Monkie Kid shakes his head. "Ah- no. Actually, we're doing the baking competition downstairs in the dining area. Everyone's waiting for you! I'm just up here for a few extra supplies," he calls, gesturing all around for emphasis.

Baking competition? Oh, goodness.

"There's more people?"

"Yeah!" MK says, looking positively ecstatic. With that, he departs to his room, calling, "Go say 'hi'!"

Huh.

You stare upwards for a few more moments, then deciding that MK isn't planning on reappearing. So with a calculated huff, you narrow your eyes on the entrance to Pigsy's Noodles.

Who else could be here?

Curiosity get's the better of you. Reaching out, you push past the rolling sheet door and into Pigsy's Noodles. Funny, only now do you notice the conversations filling the room, and your eyes flick wide open at the sight to behold.

It looks like everyone is here. Mei, Pigsy, Tang, Sandy - even the Monkey King, Redson, and Prince Nezha.

You find yourself staring, lips parted.

The Third Lotus Prince glances over, eyes sharp and calculating. You quickly avert your eyes as MK bounds down the stairs in front of everyone.

"OK, gang! Is everyone here?" He performs a quick headcount as you travel further indoors. Mei and Sandy greet you accordingly, to which you return with a wave. Pigsy seems too distracted in making sure MK doesn't trip and fall off the counter he's currently strutting down, while Tang's occupied with leftover noodles. Redson is busy acting unbothered while inspecting his (probably) hand-carved pocket knife.

The Monkey King is doing, well, you don't really know.

Looks a 'lil something like making himself seem as epic as possible while doing absolutely nothing.

Nezha, on the other hand, shoots Sun Wukong an occasional glare, as though peeved by something outside your knowledge.

"Hey," you say, sidling up to the lotus Prince. "What's up?"

His glare is suddenly directed your way, and you almost wither under the ferocity within his dark eyes. You're amazed at Wukong's superpower to ignore such a look.

Thankfully, Nezha's features soften. "Just . . . entertaining my charge."

"MK's your charge?"

"More or less. They've grown on me, as much as I hate to admit it," Nezha says, but the sigh he gives informs you that his words are lies. No sane person would ever hate MK's company. The lotus Prince must feel some kind of urge to protect them.

You smile, but Sun Wukong beats you to it. "D'awww, is my apprentice growing on you? That's cute."

"He's not your apprentice anymore," Nexha spits.

He looks away when MK straightens and calls for attention. "All right, guys! I've invited you all here for a baking competition! So we're all gonna split into teams of two - I will be the judge to even things out. Anyways, Pigsy agreed to provide ingredients-" Said pig huffs irritably.

"Against my better judgement."

"Riiiight. You just wanna show off your skills," MK says, grinning knowingly. With that, he whips out a clear bowl with small slips of paper filling the bottom. "OK! Who wants to pick a teammate first?"

Sandy's massive hand shoots up. The bowl is practically thrown to him, but he catches it easily and fingers out a paper slip.

"Uhhh . . . The Monkey King?"

Sun Wukong's head shoots up. "Aaaye, nice! What're we baking?"

"Whatever you want, Monkey King" MK says, going around to everyone in turn. Mei with Redson, Tang with Pigsy, and since MK will be judging, that leaves just you and Nezha.

Slowly, you turn to gaze at him. "So. I guess we're-"

"I request a refund," he scoffs instantly, going to tap MK's shoulder. The kid whips around, eyes wide, to watch the exchange of comments. "I'd much rather pair up with another instead of you. I've seen the products of your baking, (Y/N)."

"Wha-" Affronted, albeit smiling, you cross your arms over your chest. "I'm not that bad."

"You are."

MK butts in while everyone else departs to their assigned tables. Apparently, you and Nexha aren't the only pair experiencing difficulties. Redson is infuriated with having Mei as his partner, hair and eyes ablaze.

"Guys, chill," the Monkie Kid says, thoroughly amused. "It's not that bad! Besides, there's no backsies on this; whatever you bake, you gotta do it together, or else I take five points off your original score."

You blink. The teams will be judged in this fashion?

Nezha tosses his head, his black fluffy hair bouncing in place. "I, the Third Lotus Prince, will not be paired up with some inexperienced troublemaker who will most certainly cost me a solid victory!"

"Wow, prepared that just now, huh? I'm honored," you say, momentarily distracted by the Prince's lackluster demeanor. Interesting.

Despite his comments, you feel that he doesn't truly despise working with you.

It makes you grin wickedly. "All right, lover boy. Let's get cracking."

"L-Lover boy??" Nezha stutters, but you've already hooked your arm through his and dragged him over to your assigned table.

~~~

"You're doing it wrong."

"I am not."

Nezha snorts, casually - yet gently - taking the measuring cup from you. "The instructions directed to add half a cup of oil to the mix. You tried adding a full cup."

Your eyebrows skyrocket. "What's wrong with going off script?"

He simply gives you a look, like 'oh, woe is this pitiful human standing before me.' But his exasperated eyes are fond. It just makes you smile and nudge him affectionately. Sure, Nezha can be a pain and a wall of unbreakable stone - plus the infinite cold shoulders if you do him wrong -, but you really do like him. He and you are actually really close.

He's kind of adorable.

The lotus Prince suddenly hands the measuring glass back to you, and your smile fades.

"Wha- I thought you wanted to do it."

"You might as well finish the job," Nexha says calmly. "Don't worry, I'll be watching in case you make anymore mistakes. Sound fair enough?"

You frown deeply, taking the cup. ". . . You're mocking me."

"No, I promise I'm not," he returns, but the amusement in his eyes says otherwise.

"You're supposed to be stressed and angry and controlling, y'know," you venture, pouring some oil into the glass cup. Peering at it closely, you continue; "Aren't I making you nervous?"

At this, Nezha tilts his head and smiles. "Not in the slightest. I've come to terms with having you as my partner. Might as well deal with it rather than complain."

"Smart words, lover boy."

His look sharpens, but he makes no comment. Instead, he scoffs, walks off, and returns with his arms full of ingredients. You look up after pouring the oil, eyes wide and glittering with approval as he lays everything out.

"Oh, perfect!"

You raise your hand, and Nezha, after glancing at it, instinctively gives you a high-five.

Oh.

Honestly, you don't know what you were expecting.

He's smiling, though, unaware of your shit-eating grin as he picks up the bag of flour.

"All right," he says, eyes narrowing at the bag. "How much flour do we need?"

"Uh . . . 3 cups," you say, after peering at the instructions.

The Third Lotus Prince nods determinedly, grabbing the measuring cup. "Here, you hold on to this," he says, handing you the flour. With that, he heads off. "I'm going to wash this so we can use it."

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

He glances over his shoulder, fluffy black hair brushing his cheek. "Hmm?"

You set the flour bag down to spread your arms. "Hug."

"Wha-"

"Why not? Aren't we friends?" You jest, but you're not really joking. The Prince would usually give you a warm embrace whenever he'd visit, and this should count. Perhaps he was distracted with the Monkey King's presence? Said deity is currently producing a beautiful batch of brownies with Sandy.

Nezha blinks, then rolls his eyes. "All right, get over here." With that, he holds his arms out, and you eagerly fall into them.

You grin up at him, safe and warm within his embrace. "Thaaaanks."

"You're welcome."

He's quick to walk off, but you feel it's to hide his smile. When he returns, you're wearing a shit eating grin. With the flour bag in hand, you make sure Nezha's got the measuring cup cleaned and dried before pouring some. Or, well, you would pour some.

Unfortunately, you trip on thin air.

The lack of footing makes you yelp as you fall forward, hands flying out to stabilize yourself. And that is where your fatal mistake comes into play; you'd already opened the flour bag in preparation to pour into the measuring cup. Two seconds after you trip, you're blinded with white powder - and so is the person in front of you.

Nezha stumbles backwards, managing to catch both the bag of flour while also still holding the glass cup.

You blink, patting your face free of flour. Damnit.

Hands still outstretched with the ghost of the flour package, you stare.

The lotus Prince blinks once, nose wrinkling all of the sudden. He then lets out a loud, flour-filled sneeze before recovering. His eyes are wide, astounded by what had just happened.

HA.

"What'd you do?" Pigsy calls.

MK shushes him, grinning. "Shh, they're creating a masterpiece."

Honestly, the sight is utterly hilarious. Nezha is covered head-to-toe in white powder, even coughing some of it out. The incident attracts a lot of attention (MK and Mei letting out a huge burst of laughter), and you feel the amused gazes of your friends as you slowly walk up to Nezha and take the flour bag from his frozen hand.

"Uh . . . sorry."

His eyes fix on you. "This means war."

"What?!"

There's no mistaking it; Nezha is dead serious. You have zero time to react as he snatches up an egg - which turns into a blur as it collides with your temple.

Yelping, you cower back, arms going out defensively. "Noho! Stop! I'm sorry!"

"Ohmygod-" Mei gasps-

"FOOD FIGHT!" MK suddenly bellows, and the room goes quiet. So quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone shares a glance.

Mei is the first to act, grabbing an entire jug of milk, unscrewing the lid, and pouring its contents right over her poor, unsuspecting partner. Redson flinches away, eyes wide at the assault, before going in for the kill. "How- dare you!"

"Catch me if you can!" Mei teases.

And that's when all hell breaks loose. Food is rushing in all directions; Pigsy is calling for order, Tang is hiding under the counter; Sandy is acting as a shield for the Monkey King. You're vaguely aware of Sun Wukong yeeting eggs at anything that moves before Nezha suddenly flips your table on it's side in one swift movement, tugging you to the floor.

Everything you've worked so hard on is suddenly at one with the ground.

"B-But the competition-"

"You really think that matters now?" Nezha snorts, peeking over the table. He quickly ducks when an egg whizzes past his head. Getting down on your level, he sighs. "Damnit. I have no control over this."

Hhhhh.

You manage a guilty smile. "This is totally my fault."

"Oh, it is. And you will definitely pay for it when we're done here," Nezha growls over the battle cries of your friends.

"Pfft, right. I'm so scared."

~~~

Finally.

The chaos does ebb away eventually. But the noodle shop isn't in great condition when order is secured. There's a burning hole in the wall that's most likely the result of Redson attempting to headshot Mei. Sun Wukong and Nezha eventually duked it out in the center, while you'd joined Tang under the counter to cower.

Luckily, everyone listened when MK called for peace.

So now, everyone's sitting outside on the sidewalk, plates in hand with various desserts piled on top.

You and Nezha had scraped together a half-assed dessert at the last minute, and luckily the oven decided to spare your souls and produce something edible.

Everyones' creations are actually really good. Tasty, like sweet or sugary, or cold and minty.

You savor the flavor of Pigsy's dish (obviously the best, to which MK boasted about), smiling fondly at Nezha. Currently, you're sitting shoulder to shoulder, with Sandy on your other side. As the others chat happily, you nudge your friend's shoulder. "So, tell me. Are you proud of us?"

"I'm proud of my endurance," Nezha ventures.

You smirk. "Ah, you're a scream."

"You think I'm joking? If you had to put up with yourself, you'd quit," he fires back. But, after a moment, taps his chin. "Our batch is pretty good, though."

"See? I'm a baking genius," you hum, finishing your desserts.

Nezha's eyes are fond as you stand up, brushing yourself off. It doesn't do much for the residue baking ingredients stuck to your outfit, but you do your best. Then, you face the group and salute. "All right, guys. Imma go get cleaned up."

MK's head snaps up. "Oh! You're going already?"

"Well, look at me!"

When MK snorts in reply, Nezha locks eyes with you and frowns. "Are you going home?"

You nod, hands in pockets. There are things you have to take care of back at your place, anyways. Too bad you won't have anyone to keep you company-

Wait.

Well, you do have a bunch of potential companions.

Blinking slowly, you tilt your head at Nezha. "Hey . . . you wanna come with me? I know you don't plan to do much else here, considering MK's taking everyone who wants to go to the arcade. Redson is going home, Pigsy needs to clean up . . . and Wukong will be with MK. I'm sure you wanna steer clear of him."

"How do you . . ?" Nezha wonders, albeit smiling absently. He slowly stands up as you reword your invitation.

"Speculation. A-Anyways. Maybe we could give this baking thing a second go at my place? After I finish my to-do list, that is," you amend, eyes low.

The lotus Prince lets out a long hum. "Well, I don't have anything to do today."

". . . Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. You want to leave now?"

Swallowing and fighting the butterflies, you nod quickly. Turning to MK, you snap your fingers. "OI! MK!" The kid glances over. "Nezha and I are going to my place. Thanks for the desserts!"

"Did I make them?? No," MK puffs, rolling his eyes. "Aight. Have fun!"

You smile, heading off.

The lotus Prince catches up with you in no time, and the two of you walk down the street for a second.

Tentatively, as if nervous of rejection, your let your hand brush Nezha's. You bite your lip to fight a smile when his long, slender fingers slip through yours and lace together. What a sweetheart.

Glancing up at him, you meet his relaxed, small smile. "Thanks."

"What, you scared to cross the street or something?"

"Shut up, I'm tryna be nice."

[oogaboogasphincter]

Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn (Ezra x f!reader)

Summary: Staying in a hotel on Puggart Bench while in between expeditions has given you and Ezra a lot of time to develop your relationship both emotionally and physically. On your last night before you depart for your next trip together, you decide to try out one of Ezra’s kinks. Your heartstrings aren’t the only things that will be getting tied up this evening. 

Word Count: 6.8k+

Rating: E (explicit) 18+ ONLY! because this is like 80% smut

Warnings: mild allusion to a rocky relationship from this oneshot (both partners have made up and are now in an established relationship), smut, soft-ish bondage (f gets tied up), oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (obvi use protection irl please), dirty talk, swearing, a hand on a throat but no choking, one (1) instance of ✨spitting✨, questionable kink shaming??💀(a joke is made about daddy kinks), comma splice, atrocious metaphor and repetitive sentence structure galore. also no beta reader, and reader uses she/her pronouns and is afab. 

Author’s Note: this is my first smut fic! i really appreciated all of the positive feedback that i got on my first fic (💚), so i thought i would do a smutty follow-up to it! if you haven’t read it and you’d like to, you can read it here. i tried my best to make this fic readable as a standalone oneshot though, so if you’d like to do that, that’s cool too! :) i think the only things new readers need to know are that Ezra’s nickname for the reader is Goose, and The Blue is a moon, like The Green, that Ezra, Cee and the reader traveled to in my last fic. also i reference the traffic light system a lot more in this fic than i have personally read in other fics, just because i feel like it’s a great way of checking in on your partner during sex. i know it might get a lil annoying after a while, but i think it’s important to keep it up. i also wanted to include it in my first fic bc even though i might not use it explicitly in my next fics, i want it to be understood that I think it’s super important to continue to check on your partner, etc. also i apologize if the smut isn’t “realistic”, as your writer is 100% a virgin skjfskdj💀 i don’t think that means that i don't know/can't learn how to write some smut though! however i would just keep that in mind💀, and i hope you enjoy it! :)🍀💜

p.s. i'd like to say thank you to @martinsmomo​ one more time for giving me the amazing request for my first fic! 💕

gif by @skyshipper

“Go to the bedroom, strip to your underwear and wait for me.”

The patch job of your relationship with Ezra on The Blue was a success. Spending an equal amount of time with him alone, alone with Cee and as a trio boosted your strength as a group. The awkward silences and argumentative expeditions around The Blue were no more, and were replaced with friendly banter and jovial hikes. You and Ezra had made up so much that you had started to express your affection for one another physically. 

On every third day or so, Cee would go out on a trip alone, needing some time to herself. It wasn’t that she couldn’t stand the two of you - although you and Ezra occasionally found joy in pushing her buttons - but she enjoyed doing activities by herself. It made her feel like she was fortifying her transition from teenager to young adult. You and Ezra couldn’t have agreed more and supported her independent decisions. 

And on every third day or so, her absence from the pod allowed your courage to physically engage with Ezra to grow. The two of you had kept it to a minimum, not wanting Cee to notice any blushing cheeks or sweaty foreheads or panting chests when she would return. The majority of your time was spent just cuddling in positions that were a little too sexually charged to be considered platonic: a leg wound around a waist here, a hand gripping an ass there. The heaviest moment you had had was during a makeout session. 

While lying down in Ezra’s makeshift bed and mingling tastebuds, you had hiked one of your legs up and over his hips. Soon after, you felt the tip of his cock poke the underside of your thigh. He couldn’t have been harder. You dared to relieve some of his pent up arousal while still maintaining some semblance of innocence and released your grip on his hair, slid your hand down his broad chest and slipped it underneath your leg to get to his erection. You held it and ran your fingers over the tip of it, then along its length, hoping to get a good idea of what your pussy would have to take on at some later time. The moment Ezra felt the light weight of your hand, he moaned deeply into your mouth. He had then broken your kiss and warned, “Goose, in all seriousness, you should highly consider concluding your investigation unless you want to throw me into a pit of agonizing embarrassment.”

You teased, his clothed cock still in hand, “Ezra, I think we should stick to swallowing each other’s tongues and not speaking in them.” 

He had hummed in delight and grinned at you, then sighed, “Okay then, in your plebeian lingo: if you don’t stop rubbing my cock, I’ll cum in my pants.”

You both erupted in laughter, and you had snaked your hands back up his body and entangled them in his hair, taking his tongue in your mouth once again. 

After your departure from The Blue, your gang had decided to stop on Puggart Bench and decompress for a while. Cee wanted to hang out with her friends before they all went their separate ways in their new adult lives, Ezra wanted to repay the loan he had taken out for his prosthetic arm and you wanted a real bed to sleep in. Not a pilot’s chair, not a bundle of blankets on a metal floor, but a real bed. With a mattress, a comforter, a nice set of sheets, a plethora of blankets and pillows. A two bedroom suite in Puggart Bench’s most prestigious hotel was what the three of you had booked for two months before another orbiting moon made its way into the Bakhroma System for the three of you to explore. Your group had engaged in some nice, familial-like activities, nourishing your found family dynamic. 

You and Ezra had also spent quite a bit of time getting to know each other physically. While Cee would spend the day with her friends, you and Ezra never left your bed. Well, technically Ezra left the bed when he would stand, pull you to the very edge of it and subsequently use his newfound balance to pound into you with abandon. Your body hadn’t left the sheets, even when you knelt on the floor and took Ezra down your throat; your back pushed against the side of the mattress with every one of his thrusts. 

Fast forward to the present day, and it is the last day you are on Puggart Bench before you leave for The Indigo, the new moon in town. Cee is spending the night at her friend’s house, where she will be having one last sleepover with all of the girls she won’t have the chance to connect with for an undetermined period of time. You feel guilty for looking forward to her leaving because you can only imagine what your bedroom will see of you and Ezra tonight. 

While he washed your hair after a particularly exertive romp, Ezra had hinted that he had a kink that he wanted to try out with you. Without a definite return date from The Indigo, he offered that the two of you try it before you left for the moon, his desires getting the best of him. He never elaborated on what the kink is, as the both of you got entranced with washing the rest of your bodies. You plan on bringing it up tonight in the hopes of coming to a decision of whether or not you two have the patience to wait to test it out or not. 

The two of you are now putting on a facade of patience as Cee packs her things in her room. You sit in between Ezra’s legs on the couch, back to his torso, both of you reading a different book. The text fails to retain your attention, so you place a finger on the page you are on and fold it over. You shift your head against Ezra’s chest to look up at him, pupils dilating immediately as they take him in. Black thick-rimmed reading glasses grace his face, the only indication in his rugged appearance that he would be a bookworm. He glances down from his book to meet your eyes, smiling at you. He brings his right hand down, brushing the back of the dark grey metal against your cheek. You smile back at him, and a naughty thought pops into your brain. 

With your free hand, you find Ezra’s cock in an instant and palm it through his pants. His mouth drops in blissful surprise, but he’s quick to sit up and yank your hand away from his now hard dick. He snaps out a whisper, “Patience, Goose,” and places a light kiss to your temple. He gets up and walks away, afraid that you would just try to place your hand right back where it was. He was also afraid that he wouldn’t have the strength to stop you the next time. 

Suitcase clips clap from Cee’s bedroom, and moments later she walks into the living room. You look up at her from the back of the couch: still pouting that Ezra shooed you away, and he looks up at her too, standing behind the kitchen counter: hiding his erection. You both fight through your mutual embarrassment and smile at her, noticing her excitement. She beams at the two of you, suitcase in hand, and raises her shoulders, “Well, I’m going to go now.” 

She starts to walk to the door and Ezra follows her, putting a hand on her shoulder, “Have a good time, Sparrow. We’ll swing by and scoop you up tomorrow afternoon.” 

Cee smiles up at him, “Will do.” 

Ezra retracts his hand and puts both in his pockets, “We hate to bar you from seeing your friends and leading a more stable life, but we really do find solace in your company on our travels. It keeps us grounded, as much as one can be on an orbiting moon.” 

She turns so that she faces both of you, “No, that’s okay. I really enjoy being with you guys. You’re like a family that I got to pick.”

Tears threaten to run down your cheeks as you get up and rush over to her to give her a tight hug. She returns your embrace and Ezra follows shortly behind, encasing both of you in his arms. He draws giggles from his girls by placing a kiss on each of your heads, and after a moment of relishing in your found family, you all release one another. Cee says her final goodbyes, opens the door and closes it behind her, giving you and Ezra one last final smile of departure. 

You feel ashamed by the amount of heat that floods your genitals as soon as you hear the lock of the door click closed. Ezra, ever sensitive to your every mood change, pulls you in close and presses his forehead to yours, “You know we have to wait, Goose.” You nod, all too familiar with your routine once Cee left. You would wait and listen for her to walk down the hallway to the elevators, press the down button, wait for the doors to open, walk inside the chamber once it arrived, wait for the doors to close and finally start to descend to the ground floor. You did so out of respect for her; you and Ezra would never be able to forgive yourselves if she were to, for example, forget something and come back to find the two of you in the middle of some heated relations. 

Ezra’s fingers massage your shoulder blades as you anticipate the sound of the elevator opening, fully aware that he was not only dissipating any nerves you have but spurring your arousal on as well. He knows that thoughts of his fingers traveling elsewhere swarm your brain as he alternates the pressure his fingertips give you. With this knowledge, unbeknownst to you, he’s thinking about what his first order for you will be tonight. Would he introduce the kink that he alluded to the other day? Does he just want a night of repeating your default, mind-blowing agenda? How would you feel about reversing roles, and have you be his dominant and him your submissive? 

The ping of the elevator down the hall snaps him out of his trance. You eagerly await the whir of the elevator going down, and seconds later your wish is granted. Ezra lets go of you and steps back, eyes raking up and down your body twice before telling you, “Go to the bedroom, strip to your underwear and wait for me.” Such straightforward instructions to come from such an elaborate man. Ezra doesn’t waste a second in giving you seductive orders the moment he hears the elevator descending, his hunger to devour you reaching unbearable levels. With your appetite consisting of the same ferocity, you follow his instructions and go to your bedroom. Plopping onto the bed and laying on your back, you kick your shoes off, shimmy out of your pants and slide your shirt up and over your head, tossing the items to the chair in the corner of the room where you and Ezra kept your clothes. You found it humorous that he, like you, implemented the “chair of discarded clothing” into his life. 

Now in just your underwear and socks (Ezra had relayed to you that it is statistically easier to orgasm while wearing socks), you reach over into the nightstand and pull out a necktie. You had been rewarded with such powerful orgasms at the hands of Ezra - literally - that you often couldn’t hold in your cries no matter how hard you tried. The necktie’s usual resting place was in between your teeth, tied around your mouth in an effort to muffle yourself out of courtesy of your neighbors. Ezra’s mouth remained ungagged; the neighbors must’ve thought that he was trying out some new rigorous exercise regime with all of those heaves, grunts and... moans? What sort of move would cause his headboard to repeatedly knock on the wall? 

You sit and rub your thumbs on the buttersoft navy silk of the tie, patiently awaiting Ezra’s entrance into the room and later your cunt. A few moments later he comes in and shuts and locks the door behind him, an emergency precaution to protect the eyes of Cee or any intruding employee. He comes over and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. You glide over to him like a magnet and figure out a part of his kink after taking a quick glance into his hands, seeing that he’s holding rope. Black rope, to be exact, of varying lengths. He notices your quizzical brow and asks, “Spill your thoughts, Goose.” You gingerly reach out and touch the rope with your index finger, your vision moving in loops as you trace the coils. You look up and meet his eyes, those warm, curious, assuring windows to his soul that you love ever so dearly. You question, “Do you like to be tied up or do you want to tie me up?” 

He displays a faint smile, “I’d find great satisfaction in tying you up. However, I would be a liar if I claimed that the thought of you restraining me and having your way with me never joyfully crossed my mind.”

You sit there in silence, taking in his desires. You are most definitely up for this, you just approach every new romp with hesitation. You hadn’t been a virgin the first time you slept with Ezra, but no one had ever made you feel so good. So open, exposed, on display, in all the right ways. You had been set ablaze by his confident maneuvers, calmed ever so coolly by his doting ministrations. He had drowned you in his passionate love, and you had loved every single fucking second of it. It just got a bit overwhelming at times, which he would take notice of and promptly give you your time and space when you needed it. 

The rope intimidates you. It was smooth to the touch on the pad of your finger, but you could already imagine the uncomfortable burns it could give you. The tightness and thickness of the coils add to the fantasy of being completely immovable, but it also plants doubts in your mind. You voice your concerns to Ezra, “I’d love for you to tie me up, but I don’t think I’d like to start with rope.”

He cups your cheek lovingly, “Always one step ahead of me, Goose,” and picks up an end of the necktie in your lap. He rubs it with you, “I don’t want to start with the rope on you, either. I want us to work up to it.” He pats your cheek and holds up the rope in his hands, “I mean, it does look a little scary, doesn’t it?” Your newfound ease lets itself out of your lungs with a giggle, mirrored by Ezra. He turns and puts the rope on the seat at the foot of your bed, and you climb into his lap as he turns back around and cover his mouth with yours. Falling back onto the bed, his arms wrap around you like a snake and constrict you to his body. You grind your pussy onto his clothed torso, desperate for some friction, your soft moans tumbling down his throat. 

He has to pull you away from his mouth by the back of your neck, “Let me take my clothes off, sweet girl.” He gives you a chaste kiss before you roll off of him and let him stand to strip. As he gets naked, you remove your panties in a flash, and he quizzes you, “Color system?”

“Green for when I’m enjoying it, yellow for when I’m being pushed to my limits, red for when I’ve reached my limit and need you to stop.” 

“Good girl. What’s our safe word?”

“Magpie.”

“Excellent. Are you ready?” he asks as he pulls his underwear down and repeats your earlier action of throwing the discarded clothes onto the chair in the corner. 

You nod fervently, “Yes sir.” 

He sighs as he walks over to the edge of the bed and kneels, “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, Goose, you don’t have to call me that. I feel fulfilled enough in my domination with the heavenly noises your precious body emits.” 

You shrug, “It’s just natural. It’s a good girl formality, Ez. Aren’t I a good girl?”

He raises an eyebrow as he hooks his hands behind your knees and pulls your legs over the bed so you’re sitting on the edge, “I don’t think good girls let their neediness get the best of them and just fondle cocks out in the open.” You let out a devious laugh, noting his reference to your sneak attack on the couch, and he takes the necktie from you.  Your fingers run through his hair for a moment before he gently takes your wrists, smiling up at you. 

He reaches up to kiss you, and after your lips part he mumbles against them, “I’m just going to tie your hands together now, okay?” 

You nod, “Okay.” 

He gives you another wholehearted kiss before sitting back on his feet, beginning to tie your wrists to one another. You admit, although it’s incredibly arousing to watch his thick fingers twirl the smooth fabric into a knot, you grow a little bit anxious at the loss of movement. He can read it on your face after he finishes the knot, “I want you to lay back while I eat you out. I tied your hands in front of you so that you can pinch me if you want me to stop but can’t find your words.” You nod, appreciating the simplicity of his instructions. 

“I need you to use your words now, Goose.”

“Okay,” you reiterate, “Safe word is magpie. I can pinch you if I can’t say it.”

He nods, “Good girl,” and eases you onto your back. As he’s moving down your body to your core, something dawns on you, “Wait a minute.”

Ezra pauses and looks up at you with a caring expression, “What?”

“How am I supposed to stay quiet with the tie on my wrists and not in my mouth?”

He answers simplistically with a smirk, “Don't.”

You laugh, “What about the neighbors?”

“Fuck them. They should be grateful that tonight they will be an audience to one of the most beautiful symphonies that has ever been composed. And I’m not stepping foot off of this planet until I’ve heard my good girl’s clear, unabashed screams.” 

A rush of hot air leaves your mouth, enticing Ezra to come back up and push it back into you with his tongue. A moment of clashing teeth later, he retreats back down to your core and lightly knocks your legs apart. You shift your gaze downward to find him admiring your cunt, his left hand capturing his dick and pumping it a few times. He leans forward, presses a kiss to your inner thigh and then runs his sharp nose over the spot, up your leg, across your hip and back down to your wetness and inhales deeply. You can’t help but laugh at his display of rapture, his sniffing audible. He threatens you in disbelief, “My indulgence amuses you, Goose?” 

You meet his eyes with yours, twinkling with mischief, “Yeah, kind of.” 

He puts his tongue in his cheek and shakes his head, “Goose, you are being a bit of a brat.” He pushes your knees to your chest, his hands on the backs of your thighs, keeping them in place, “And you should know by now how much I love taming my little brat.” 

You are very aware of how much he enjoys brat taming, hence your acting up. His tongue licks a wide stripe up your core and a gasp escapes your mouth. He moans into you, sending vibrations through your cunt and shivers up your spine. He buries his tongue in you, his lips fornicating with your southern set, his fingers gripping your soft flesh tightly. Your anticipation of this moment has made your cunt oversensitive, so every little tickle of Ezra’s facial hair, every small movement of his warm tongue, every faint nudge of his nose and chin against your vulva makes you moan loudly. The pattern that his tongue is following suddenly picks up speed and your body involuntarily adjusts to it. Your hips buck up into his mouth, your clit weeping to be drenched in his saliva. Your tied hands lower until your fingertips are able to find his hair and intertwine with the thick brunette strands. The stability that gripping onto his hair gives you makes you hyperaware of just how close you are to cumming already. You whimper, “Ezra, please.”

This tone of your voice has been permanently ingrained in his mind thanks to your daily fucks over the past couple months. If the tightening of your hamstrings isn’t a large enough hint to him that you are close, your breathlessness is a blatant clue. He releases you from his mouth, lines of spit keeping the two of you connected, “That’s my girl, come on.” His egging on is more than you need to be shoved into your orgasm. As his tongue returns to lap at your clit, your neck arches up and your eyes roll into the back of your head. A groan rips through your throat that drowns out his muffled moans, his mouth working you through your orgasm. Your sharp intakes of air start to stagger out as your heart begins to calm down, your cunt pulsing with aftershocks. Ezra reluctantly removes his mouth from you, wetting your inner thigh with a line of his spit and your slick before pressing a kiss to the same spot he kissed earlier. The blackness of his pupils overtakes his chocolatey irises when he catches your eyes, dopamine flooding his nervous system. 

He presents his wrist, does some math on an imaginary watch and jokes, “That must’ve been a record, Goose.” You giggle and pull your hands up to your mouth, trying to hide your embarrassed smile. He reaches up and pulls your hands back down to tangle your fingers in his cowlicks, “But my desire to drink pools of your cum has not yet been satiated.” 

You swear under your breath as he dips his head back in between your legs, your voice catching in your throat when his hot breath cascades over your folds. This time, instead of licking stripes and lapping, he opts to draw shapes and trace circles against you. It sounds stupid, but man does it feel fucking good. Before you lose all self control, you give his scalp a massage, the best one you can muster with conjoined hands, as a way of telling him I love you. Simultaneously, he switches his tongue’s clockwise motion to counterclockwise and hooks his hands around the tops of your thighs, pulling you deeper into his mouth so he can devour you even more thoroughly than he already was. You brush his hair off of his sweaty forehead with your knuckles, seeing that his eyes are closed and brows are furrowed in concentration. He’s been moaning this entire time into you, blissfully lost in the heaven that is your pussy, and as his tongue picks up its pace the vocal vibrations boost your toward your release. You beg of him, “Please don’t stop.” 

He doesn’t stop. In fact, he heightens your arousal one step further than you thought possible. He notes your utter wetness and decides to fill your wanting hole by snaking his left hand down to your entrance and slipping two fingers inside you. A heated orgasm pumps through your every artery just like Ezra’s fingers are pumping in and out of your cunt, his tongue keeping a delicious pace. After your body is done convulsing with pleasure, he moves up it and stops in front of your face. 

“Open.” 

You are all too familiar with this command and obey. Ezra spits a combination of your cum and his saliva into your mouth. He presses a hand to the underside of your jaw and you close your mouth. 

“Swallow.” 

You do as he says while he keeps his hand against your neck, feeling his love concoction make its way down your throat. He groans and gives you a quick kiss before asking, “Color?” You smile and bring your hands up to scratch at his scruff, “Green. You?”

“Green.” 

Pulling your body tight against his, he hauls the two of you to the middle of the bed. He sits up and back atop your hips, pulls your hands closer to him and begins to untie your wrists. Your eyes can’t help but fixate on his hard dick, standing erect in front of you, as he speaks, “Now Goose, once you’re untied I want you to get on all fours for me,” he notices your distraction, “and if you try to pull any shenanigans, there will be consequences.” You shift your gaze up to his eyes and you swear that there’s a deep sparkle in them that is daring you, begging you, to disobey him. He liked to punish you as much as you liked to be punished by him. So, once untied, you throw him a curveball and take his orders, flipping over and propping yourself up on your hands and knees. You look over your shoulder at him to see that his face is mangled in baffled confusion, making you laugh, “What?” 

He mounts your ass and teases your entrance with his cock, “If you had attempted to grab what your eyes were drooling over, I would’ve spanked you.” 

“But I didn’t.”

He leans over your back and places his hands on either side of yours, “I wanted to spank you.” 

“I know. But I’m not a naughty girl.”

He raises his eyebrows and chuffs out disbelief, “Maybe if you continue to tell yourself that delusion, you can convince yourself that it’s true. But there’s no fooling me. I know my girl is infatuated with misbehaving in order to spite me,” he stuffs his cock inside your pussy, “Isn't that true?” He lifts his left hand to wrap his fingers around the arched column of your throat, forcing you to look up at him. 

You dismantle his lie, “I don’t do it to spite you, I do it to delight you.” 

He pulls his hips away from yours in order to prepare for a thrust and hums, “That’s one reason why I love you, Goose. You see right through me.” 

The two of you groan in unison as he fucks forward and bottoms out inside you. As he establishes a steady pace, your quivering fingers find purchase on his wrist. Even though you had slept together a countless number of times in the past two months, his girthy penetration still overwhelmed you at first, and you benefitted from at least a few seconds of adjusting. He knew this and was why he untied you; his brutal rhythm coupled with the binding of the tie would be too much for you without a little warming up. While he’s stretching you out, he murmurs encouragements into your hair, “That’s it, just like that... You’re taking my cock so well... Good girl.” 

After your muscles relax, he asks, “Color?”

“Couldn’t be greener. You?”

He grins at your response, “Green.” 

He gives your cheek a kiss before proposing his next instruction, “Why don’t you be a good girl and lay down and put your arms behind your back?”

He pauses his thrusts as you lean forward and press your cheek against the sheets. You turn to ask him just how he wants you to move, and he reads your mind, “Touch the pits of your elbows.” You twist your forearms behind your back until they are pressed against each other and the tips of one hand’s fingers graze the opposite side’s elbow. He snakes the silky tie in between your spine and wrists, the fabric gliding easily over your sweaty skin. He ties your wrists together again, this time much looser than before. He color checks you when he finishes the knot. You wiggle your arms, the amount of resistance being just right, “Green.” He hums in enjoyment and runs his fingertips down the backs of your arms, sending a pleasant shudder through you. 

Lining himself up, he places a steadying right hand on your lower back. The contrast of the cool metal of his prosthetic limb to the fire that barrels through you once he pushes himself back into your hole is divine. Both textures of his hands slip against your skin as they try to find a solid grip on your hips in order to allow him to begin pounding into you. Your whimpering spurs him on, and once he’s able to to lock you into place you both swear under your breath in anticipation. As he embarks on his ferocious rhythm, an orgasm takes you by surprise. 

Well, not really by surprise, because Ezra has proven time and time again that he can coax you to cum at a moment’s notice. 

Out of courteous instinct, you bury your face into the bed to muffle your cries of ecstasy. Ezra turns your face to the side and tuts, “Uh-uh, Goose, I need to hear you this time, remember?” 

You can barely him him, let alone understand him, while an astronomical burst of white oxytocin smothers your poor body. Unable to gain control of your composure to stop yourself, you indulge Ezra and let your screams fill the bedroom. The numbness of your mind fades away, effects of your orgasm bringing feeling back to you: the hot tears that spot your bottom lashline, the sweet soreness that the tensing of your muscles left you, the sweat that gathers in the line of your spine, the aroused slick that coats your inner thighs. 

You pant as Ezra unties you, “Good girl. Flip over and face me,” and he tenderly places your forearms to your sides. 

You’re exhausted. You can most definitely take more of his loving, but you need him to do the work, “I can’t.” 

He rolls you over onto your back, his muscular arms giving you the comfort you need to go on. A frantic, worried expression takes over his face, “You okay? Still green? I didn’t push you too far, did I? Was the tie too tight? Did I-” 

You shut him up with a kiss. You reassure him, “Yes, still green. Just fucking tired.” 

You both laugh, and he asks, “Do you want to stop?” 

You shake your head no, “I’m not sure if the neighbors heard all of that scream. I think they need another one.” 

Your dirty talk contorts his mouth into a grin of sly allure as he gets up off the bed, “I concur.” He opens a drawer of the nightstand and takes out another necktie, this one made of black wool. He gets back on the bed and says, “Let’s give them a musical to remember.” 

You snicker as he pushes both of you farther up the bed, giving you more room to mess about in. He places the second tie next to the blue one and a hand on each of your ankles, “What this next position requires in flexibility it will pay for infinitely in pleasure for you and I both, okay, Goose?” 

Your wariness is excited, “Okay?” 

He pulls your legs together and picks up the blue tie. He wraps the fabric around both ankles, beginning to tie them together, but pauses and interjects, meeting your eyes, “You’re okay with me tying you here, right?” 

You smile at his concern and mock, “Ezra, you could tie me any way you’d like and I’ll be more than happy.” 

His nose crinkles in satisfaction and he resumes tying you up. After he’s done, he pushes your thighs to your chest, bending your knees so your feet are in the air. You can’t stop the laughter that erupts from you, “Ez, what in the Bakhroma System are you scheming?” 

He gives you a wickedly teasing laugh back, “A fun time, Goose.” 

He momentarily cups your face with his left hand, “If at any point it gets too much, for whatever reason, just say the word and I’ll stop everything.” 

You take his hand and kiss his palm, “Okay.” 

He smiles, boops your nose with his thumb and pulls your arms so that they rest in the pit of your upside down knees. He picks up the black tie and does a different knot on your arms than he had done previously. He puts the binding on them higher up, which makes you hold your legs up, keeping your cunt on display for him. The wool of the tie scratches where the silk had soothed you, but you savor the friction. Ezra wastes no time in entering you again, plunging his cock deep into your fluttering walls. You brace your forehead against your shins, panting wildly. With every thrust, he hits something deep and sensitive in you, but you know you could make the experience more intense for the both of you. 

“Ez?” 

“Yeah?”

“Can you look at me?” He angles himself so he can look around your legs and meet your eyes. As you are projected into the depths of his eyes, engulfed by the lust-blown ink of his pupils, enhanced by the dark coffee that surrounds them, an “I love you” slips out of your lips. 

He compresses your body further by leaning down and capturing your mouth, “I love you too.” 

When he pulls back and his hands find the backs of your thighs, he asks for a color check. You answer green, giving him permission to ravage you. He does just that, putting every ounce of his might behind his thrusts, eliciting growls of the same magnitude from you both. The gradual construction of an orgasm starts to warm your body, your moans getting louder and louder with each passing second. In an effort to put it off, you bite down hard on your lip. Ezra notices, running a thumb across your lipline, “Goose, please, allow me to be privy to your every stuttered breath.”

“Every gasp of delighted surprise.”

“Every involuntary whimper.”

“Every lustful yelp.”

“Every plea for me to keep going.”

“Every unhinged beg.”

“Every feral scream that only I can rouse out of those magnificent lungs. Indulge my deranged wish and let me hear it all, Goose.”

His words whisk you onto an expressive whirlwind of slow-building passion. You close your eyes and watch as your orgasm transforms from a cozy snuggle to a captivating explosion; behind your eyelids, amorous red transitions to a lustful magenta. It lightens to a flirtatious and giggly bubblegum, intensifying to a vibrating, barely-there pink. Then, all at once, buckets of slumberous evergreen, pure Ezra energy, submerge you into your release. Any bit of any other color is eradicated as he pours his soul onto yours. Descending from your chameleonic trance, you open your eyes to meet his. He can see that he has torn you apart in a most satiating way, which catapults him to his peak. He pulls out of you and pumps his cum onto the backside of your thighs, his heart collapsing with joy. He smears his stickiness across both of your hamstrings and then quickly gets to work to release you from his necktie binds. The bind that he has made of your heart to his, though, is infinitely knotted, forever unbreakable. 

Your limbs untangle themselves and fall to the bed, every cell in your body pooped from the session. He asks for a final time, “Color?” 

You sigh, “Green. You?” 

He smiles, “Green.” 

He brushes the now cum-stained ties to the side and pats your stomach, stamping a handprint of his seed, “I’ll be right back, Goose.” You nod once and he gets up and exits the room, leaving the door ajar.

You flip onto your stomach, your muscles yearning for a change of position after getting pummeled into the mattress. You bend your arms to lay in front of you, elbows sighing in relief for being contracted instead of stretched. You close your eyes and rest your head on his pillow for what seems like a millisecond, but when you open them back up Ezra has returned with two glasses of water, a washcloth and a juice box. 

He folds the cloth into a triangle, dips a corner into a glass and then brings it behind you. The icy water feels good on your overheated skin as he wipes away his cum before it has the chance to dry. Once he cleans you off, he takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to your depleted frame. He sets the cloth down and picks up the other glass of water, “Drink this, sweetheart.” You prop yourself up on your forearms and gulp some much needed fluids down as Ezra holds the glass steady against your mouth. You hold up a weak hand when you’ve had your fill and he finishes off the drink. You never thought you would find sharing a drink like this with someone stomachable, let alone wildly attractive. But Ezra had changed you; you wanted to exchange cells, germs, bodily fluids with him, no matter how nasty it sounded when put into words. 

Ezra trades the glass for the juice box and pops the straw into the opening, holding it up to your lips, “Drink some.” You curiously eye the juice box: apple flavored, the carton decorated in bright and childish cartoons. You tease him, “You know, when I said I might have a daddy kink, this is not what I meant.” 

You both laugh, and he pokes after a moment, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” 

As you take the straw into your mouth and drink, he places a hand on the back of your head and pets your hair, “That’s it, babygirl, do as Daddy says.” An air of laughter blows through your nose and you choke on the liquid as Ezra cackles. You drop the straw and cough, “Stop!” 

He continues to laugh at you while you whine, “Why do I have to drink this anyways, can’t I just have water?” 

He calms himself down and shakes his head, “No, I want to replenish your blood sugar. Otherwise you might feel faint, and not in a good way.” He shoots you a wink and you take another sip of the juice. 

When you’re done, he puts the half-empty box back on the nightstand and lays on top of you. You joke, “You’re crushing me and you told me I have to pee right after.” 

Since sleeping together, Ezra had realized how little knowledge of aftercare you had. He had advised you to go to the bathroom as soon as possible after the deed is done in order to avoid urinary tract infections, among other pains. He nuzzles into your shoulder and protests, “In a minute.” 

Taking into account the history of his comment and your increasingly heavy eyelids, you rebut, “You know that never happens.” More often than not, when Ezra trapped you in a cage of cuddles directly afterward like this, the two of you would fall asleep and you would skip the trip to the bathroom. He grunts and moves his weight off of you, “Fine, but I’ll only let you go if I can carry you in there.” You barely have time to begin laughing before he’s swooping you up into his arms. 

After you both use your respective time in the bathroom, you and Ezra dress in matching pajamas and climb into bed. Coddling you into his broad chest, his fingers dance on the back of your neck and your lower back. You turn your head up to face him and when he returns your gaze you reference the whole night, “Thank you.” 

A smile crinkles his tired eyes, “The pleasure was all mine, Goose. Thank you for taking it all so well. Get some sleep, okay?” 

“Only if you will too.”

“Sure thing, my love.”

He gives you a kiss before you retreat back into the sanctuary of his embrace. Right as you’re drifting off to sleep, he adds, “I would like to ravage you one more time, in the morning.” 

Your smirk pulls at the fabric of his shirt, “Okay. But no daddy kink. We have to save some things to explore when we come back.” 

He hums, pressing his cheek into the top of your head before the two of you succumb to the temptation of sleep, “As you wish.”

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ALWAYS FOREVER [DRACO MALFOY X READER]

pairing: draco malfoy x reader (fem!)

warnings: swearing, alcohol, angst!!, very angsty, au!!, kind of ooc draco but this is how i imagine adult draco!! 

summary: an au where draco attends a hogwarts reunion in hopes of bumping into the reader<3

word count: 3.8k+

A/N: i’ve always wanted to write a lil angsty au so here i am!! also italics are flashbacks/memories! FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED AND WELCOME!! also still taking requests but just know that it will take me a while to do them okay love y’all ENJOY!! <3  also this is inspired by la la land bc i was rewatching it

MASTERLIST

Draco sighed softly as he fixed his suit slowly and then he quickly turned his attention to the clock, he huffed annoyed as he realized it was only 8.30 pm, the party had started 30 minutes ago and he felt as though he was already bored out of his mind, this whole Hogwarts “reunion” thing felt bonkers to him, he didn’t have one single person he wanted to see.

He absolutely hated the idea of having to see Potter and his little gang, he didn’t wanna see anyone from stupid Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff either, maybe seeing some of his old Slytherin friends would have been nice but he knew he could live without seeing them, so that’s why he was now mentally cursing himself for arriving at this stupid reunion party.

He knew he couldn’t leave either because he knew the only reason he came here was to see her, see Y/N. 

He couldn’t possibly admit this to himself, the thought of not being able to get out his “first real love” that ended 2 years ago out of his head was absolutely bonkers to him, but deep down he knew, he never forgot the girl, and he wanted to see what she was doing, what she was up to.

He sighed again as he made his way onto the table where the drinks were, he grabbed a glass and a smile came up to his lips as he poured himself a fire whiskey, turning around to still admire the crowd of old Hogwarts students in front of him.

His smile quirked up even more as he saw some of his old friends, Draco couldn’t admit to himself how good it was to finally be able to be in the company of old friends, it was certainly something he needed to get his mind out of his real problems. He greeted his old Slytherin friends with a smile.

Pansy, Daphne, Crabbe, Goyle and Theodore excitedly greeted the boy back. “We haven’t seen you in forever!” Daphne gushed as Crabbe and Goyle nodded vigorously, “What exactly have you been up to, mate?” Theodore asked as Draco looked down chuckling.

“Nothing in particular, really, just quidditch and stuff.” He said softly as Pansy smirked, “Right we forgot about our little famous quidditch player!” She said teasing as Draco chuckled brushing it off. 

“Don’t say that!” He exclaimed. “What? It’s true! You’re like totally famous.” Pansy said smiling as Draco shook his head humbled.

“We missed you you know.. it’s so nice to be with the whole old Slytherin group..” Daphne said softly as Draco nodded, “I missed you guys too..” He looked around softly as he then turned his head back to the group.

 “Speaking of the whole old Slytherin group, where is Blaise?” He asked softly as Pansy and Daphne froze softly. “Um.. He’ll be here shortly...” They said awkwardly as Draco just looked at them confused.

He took sips from his glass of firewhiskey, the alcohol burning his tongue and throat, giving him a numb feeling, he hissed a little at the feeling, when he looked up from his glass, he felt the group’s gaze on him, he looked at them confused.

“What? Do I have something on my face or something?” He asked chuckling as the group’s gaze diverted to what he had not been expecting, Blaise.

His eyes slowly followed the group’s gaze, seeing Blaise, but then his eyes slowly diverted to who Blaise was with, his hand was lingered onto her waist, Draco’s her, Draco’s Y/N. Both arriving with a smile on their face, Draco froze up at his spot, not knowing what to do.

He slowly fixed his collar loosening it as he gulped and took another sip of his fire whiskey. His old best friend, with his ex, the love of his life. H is mind was racing, with angry thoughts. “Draco.. we were gonna tell you..” Daphne said softly. “But we never really got the chance.. you were busy with quidditch and stuff..” Pansy finished off Daphne’s sentence.

“It’s fine, really..” Draco said chuckling bitterly, gulping hard once again. “Are you sure..” Daphne asked softly and offered to put her hand behind Draco’s back as Draco nodded and refused, tensing up. “It’s not like I’m hung up on the same girl for 2 years..” He said chuckling bitterly again as he put the glass onto his mouth again, taking a sip bitterly. 

Daphne and Pansy eyed his movements and both nodded understandingly as they looked at each other feeling guilty and backing up from the boy.

But Draco was not okay, he ruffled his hand through his hair, unable to stop his mind from wandering off, his mind was racing, racing through the memories he had with her, unable to stop himself.

Draco knew Y/N was something else from the start, right when he noticed her, he knew exactly which moment it was, it was when he first noticed her in the Potions class, it seemed that everything she did amazed her.

He was amazed by her beautiful smile, the sound of her cute giggles, how pretty she looked when she threw her hair off her shoulder and tried her best to concentrate on whatever thing she was doing, he felt amazed by her.

So when the next Potion class rolled around he couldn’t help but sit next to her, introducing himself properly, but as one does when meeting Draco Malfoy for the first time, Y/N found him to be snobby and bit too into himself, but she didn’t let that cloud her judgement about him, and with that, each time the two off them had a little chat Y/N got to know Draco a bit more, eventually growing a friendship with the boy.

The two being friends seemed very odd to everyone, since it was pretty obvious that Draco had always looked at her more than friends, his gaze towards the girl always had too much meanings, but it seemed that Y/N almost always missed that.

With the two now being friends, they almost always hung out together, enjoying each others company too soon too much. It was as if they could not be separated, always by each others side, although it did help that they were both in Slytherin and had friends who got along together.

And they both were too fond of each other’s presence, always going on little walks through out the castle, or always going out to grab a butter beer together, it seemed as if they were inseparable, they seemed to like that too, being there for each other, talking about every little thing, knowing they always had someone behind their back, but their friendship didn’t last that long, Draco was no longer capable of keeping his feelings to himself, dying to tell the girl.

He was so in love with the girl and wanted nothing more than to be with her, for the first time in his life, the boy felt proper love, affection, feelings for somebody.. it was too much for him, too much of a secret from him to keep from someone who he told everything to.

So when he finally confessed his feelings and learned that Y/N felt the same way, it was like the whole world was his, and they were both feeling ecstatic.

It was like they both had finally found their perfect match and they could finally be able to spend the rest of their life with them, they were both pretty sure that they were each other’s “the one” thinking nothing would ever stop them.

But of course it didn’t work like that, even if they wanted it to work like that, for a while things were amazing. The two would, like always go on dates together, sneak into each others dorm, spend holidays with each others families, have double dates with their mutual friend groups, they seemed like the perfect couple, it all seemed fine until the end of school came.

When school ended they knew they both had career plans ahead of them, they both had something planned for their life, and  Y/N knew Draco wanted nothing more than to be a professional quidditch player, whilst Draco knew Y/N wanted to be an auror, more than anything.

Their dreams came true, Draco was a professional quidditch player and Y/N successfully managed to be an auror, their dreams did come true, but it came true with an expense. And even  at first they managed to keep their jobs and relationship at check, always planning and timing ahead to not let their careers effect their relationship.

However a lot of things started piling up that seemed to cause a lot of problems in their relationship, like how Draco started getting big and more famous, and he had to go to international quidditch matches, always having to travel, it seemed that Y/N was always supportive and Draco appreciated that, but at the end of the day they could barely keep their relationship from falling apart, the long distance, barely spending time together, the fights, it was too much for them now.

They had to pick between their relationship or their career, and they picked their career, realizing how damaging their relationship had been on them lately, it wasn’t something that was easy for either of them, but it seemed as if that was their only option.

Draco came out of his memory trance as he noticed the pair walking up to their group, he could feel his mouth dry up slowly, it could be because of he was nervous or the alcohol had dehydrated him, and even though the second one seemed more likely he knew it was because he felt enormously stressed.

Blaise and Y/N approached them slowly as a smile played on Y/N’s lips, they greeted everyone but all Draco could hear was silence, his gaze froze and stuck to the ground, looking down for a few seconds, but his head popped up softly as he finally heard the voice, her voice, calling out for him.

“Draco?” She spoke up softly, hands nervously letting go of the hold on Blaise’s arm, “Hey..” She said softly greeting the boy and waving awkwardly in front of him, as his gaze finally met up with hers, his grey eyes were sharp but seemed to be full of regret.

“Uh.. hi.” Draco said softly, scratching his head nervously. “Blaise Y/N, how are you guys doing?” He said as his sounded more nervous and he ruffled his hands through his hair, the gaze between Y/N and Draco still not being broken as the two study each other’s movements, Blaise cleared his throat slowly to get the pair’s attention.

Y/N softly looked down, and so did Draco keeping his head down for a few more seconds, gulping and popping his head up again to admire the girl in front of him, however his eyes froze as they laid at her neck, seeing the infamous necklace still wrapped around her neck, he gulped slowly.

He sighed as he fixed his collar again loosening it, feeling as if he was not able to breath, “Uh.. I- Excuse me..” He said quickly excusing himself and brushing past the people to go out the balcony and get some air.  Y/N sighed softly as he looked up at Blaise, “Do you mind if I..” Y/N asked softly as Blaise sighed.

“He didn’t look well I just wanna check up on him!” Y/N exclaimed as Blaise just sighed again, “It’s fine..” He said slowly as Y/N gave him a smile, pecking his cheek softly and leaving to go after Draco.

Draco was outside the balcony getting deep breaths as he tried to calm down, but his mind was racing again, the bloody necklace, it was still there, still sitting on her pretty neck, as if it had always belonged there.

Y/N laughed softly throwing her hair back her shoulders, looking up to the boy in front of him, “You’re a git!” She said giggling as Draco scrunched up his nose, acting like he was offended “Ouch!” He said chuckling softly.

“It’s our first anniversary and you’re calling me a git?” He questioned raising his eyebrows as he tried to look serious, Y/N giggled again nodding. “Yup! But you’re a really hot git!” She said chuckling as Draco laughed softly, pecking the girl’s soft lips.

He then backed away softly, much to Y/N’s surprise. “I.. Um..” He stuttered. “What?” Y/N questioned confused and smiling. “I.. I got you something.” He said softly as Y/N’s face lit up more.

“Oh Draco, you shouldn’t have! We said we weren’t getting each other anything! I didn’t get you anything..” She said frowning and looking down softly as Draco chuckled softly, “I couldn’t resist, when I saw it.. it just felt like it belonged to you..” He said softly as his hand reach to his pocket.

He slowly pulled out a box and softly opened it, revealing a golden snake necklace inside it. Y/N smiled happily as she clapped her hands together. “Blimey Draco!” She exclaimed as she looked up at him, his face was now anxious, “Do you not like it?” He asked softly as Y/N shook her head quickly.

“Like it? Are you joking! I love it! It’s so beautiful!” She said exclaiming happily and throwing her hands around his neck happily, Draco chuckled, Y/N squeezed the boy too much as Draco groaned, “You trying to  kill me Y/L/N?” He said chuckling as Y/N pulled away giggling.

“Help me put it on, please! It’s so beautiful!” Y/N exclaimed excitedly still jumping up and down as Draco got out the necklace, Y/N slowly turned around and held out her hair for Draco to put on the necklace, his hands brushed her neck softly as he clasped the necklace on to her neck.

Y/N smiled happily as she turned around. “You look absolutely gorgeous..” Draco muttered softly as Y/N giggled, she looked up at the boy in front of her as her eyes lit up, “I love you..” Y/N said softly a smile creeping up on her lips.

Her focus fixated on him as her eyes gazed into Draco’s grey ones softly and lovingly, Draco’s eyes following hers “I love you more, princess.” Draco said softly as Y/N’s smile grew wider, her dimples showing.

Draco happily and softly kissed the girl in front of her smiling into the kiss as he did so.

“Draco?” A soft voice caused the boy’s mind to come back to reality, and he cursed himself as he realized who it belonged to, he slowly turned around to meet Y/N’s worried eyes.

“Hey.” He said softly, his eyes traveling down to the ground,  not daring to look up, “Are.. are you okay?” Y/N asked softly a hint of horridness was subtle in her tone, which caused Draco to chuckle bitterly. 

“C’mon Y/N..” He murmured, “What?” Y/N asked confused, as she threw her hands in the air. “What do you think?” He asked softly as his eyes darted up from the ground meeting her eyes slowly now.

She gulped slowly as she looked at the boy in front of her, “I don’t know..” She said shyly. “Of course I’m not okay, Y/N..” Draco said slowly.

 “I wasn’t okay with seeing you in the first place, but seeing you with someone else.. seeing you with Blaise of all people.. he was my friend..” Draco said slowly but disgust could be heard in his voice.

Y/N sighed softly, tucking her hair behind her ear nervously, “I’m.. I- I’m sorry.. I don’t know what to say.. I just.. it just happened..” She said softly crossing her arms in front of her chest nervously as Draco shook his head.

“How? Why?” Draco asked as it was now Y/N’s turn to shook her head, “I don’t know.. he was working with me and it just happened.. and it had been 2 years since we broke up, I wanted to give someone else a chance, be happy again.. It didn’t work out with you..” She said softly as Draco sighed.

“I’m sorry.. I know I have no right to be involved in your life, but I.. I wish it didn’t end like this, I..” He stuttered softly as he sighed again this time more out of sadness and regret, and Y/N looked down on the ground sadly.

“No, it’s okay.. I wish it didn’t end like this too..” She said softly and looked up at Draco, her voice was fragile and sadness could be read from her face as she  fiddled with her necklace nervously, Draco’s eyes slowly watched her movements, stopping as he saw the necklace again.

“You never got rid of that?” He asked slowly pointing to the necklace, Y/N’s eyes slowly looked down on her neck, she smiled embarrassed, “Um.. no..” She said.

“I tried to, but it has too many memories and it’s too important..” She said hesitantly and took in a deep breath. Draco’s lips twitched up slowly as he gave the girl a soft smile.

 “I’m glad, you decided to keep it then..” He said softly not breaking his gaze from the girl, as Y/N agreed nodding, playing with her hair, twirling it still kind of nervously.

“We should go inside and not have your date waiting..” Draco said awkwardly as Y/N nodded, leading the way and Draco followed quietly, but then he stopped for a moment. “Y/N?” He called out to her softly.

Y/N’s head turned around softly, looking deep into his eyes, her cheeks were now a rosy color, perhaps from the cold, as she was  waiting for the boy to speak.

 “I probably shouldn’t say this.. and I know it’s not appropriate but.. I can’t keep it inside..” He started slowly as Y/N watched him curiously, Draco took a deep breath before he opened his mouth to speak, “No matter what happens.. no matter who I end up with , just know that, I’m always gonna love you..” He confessed as Y/N’s eyes widened a little.

She ran her hands through her hair slowly, still not breaking the gaze as she looked up at him lovingly, she smiled softly as she studied him. “Then I probably shouldn’t say this either..” She started as she took a deep breath.  “I’m always gonna love you.. too...” She muttered softly as Draco smiled softly, knowing how the pair could never let go of each other fully, as they would always have some sort of love for each other.

The pair looked at each other for a while in silence, then decided to head inside. For the rest of the night Y/N and Draco were spending time with their friends, Draco now a bit happier that he was reuniting with his friends and did get a chance to talk to Y/N.

And Y/N missed hanging out with her old school friends and seeing Draco too. Each of them spending their time happily it seemed, as time passed quickly and now the reunion was coming to an end.

Blaise slowly said goodbye to everyone, then made his way over to Y/N “Let’s go, baby.” He said softly as Y/N turned around to meet him, “Oh, I haven’t said goodbye to Pansy, Daphne and the others goodbye yet!” She exclaimed as Blaise softly chuckled.

“Okay you go, I’ll be right outside.” Blaise said smiling as he pecked Y/N’s lips softly. “Love you.” He said softly as Y/N smiled, “Love you, too.” She said softly as she turned around to go over to wherever Pansy and Daphne were.

She excitedly smiled as she hugged the couple, “I’m so glad this whole thing happened, we should go on a double date like next week when you guys are available!” Y/N exclaimed as Daphne and Pansy chuckled at the enthusiastic girl.

“And spend an hour with Blaise and his ego?” Pansy questioned as Daphne playfully pinched the girl and Pansy flinched making Y/N chuckle, “I swear he’s not like that anymore!” Y/N said playfully hitting her on the shoulder.

“I have to go now, but I’ll see you guys next week?” Y/N questioned smiling as Pansy rolled her eyes softly, “I have to see humbled Blaise with my eyes, so consider that a yes.” She said smirking as Daphne nodded and Y/N laughed softly, hugging the girls goodbye.

She then turned around and spotted Draco with her eyes she shook her head as she realized she shouldn’t go over to him, so she slowly started getting ready to leave, but as she was about to leave, she stopped for a few seconds.

She sighed softly as she realized she couldn’t just leave without saying goodbye to him. She was unable to hold herself from saying goodbye to him. Even though she knew she might regret it, she slowly turned around and quickly made her way over to him before she could change his mind.

“It was nice seeing you today.” Y/N spoke up as she finally was right behind Draco, her chest rising up and down from breathing nervously. Draco turned around the face the girl, turning all his attention to her. A small playing along his lips at the sight of her. “You too Y/N.” He said softly his eyes lit with happiness causing Y/N to smile.

“Well, I wanted to say goodbye before I left, so..” She trailed off nervously. “Goodbye, and you know good luck with your quidditch stuff.” She said smiling weakly as Draco chuckled softly. “Thank you.. and you with your auror stuff too..” He replied sarcastically, as a weak chuckle came from Y/N’s mouth.

“Goodbye, Y/N.” He continued as his eyes burned through hers, the pair looking deep into each other’s eyes, connecting and communicating in a way their mouths never would. But soon enough Y/N cleared her throat softly as she nodded once again a playful smile coming onto her lips, she slowly turned around as she walked up to the exit slowly.

Just as Y/N reached the door, she couldn’t help but turn around and look at Draco one last time, and just then so did Draco, the pair’s eyes locking, a hint of tear in both of their eyes can be subtly seen, ever so subtly then that it can be seen for a fleeting second.

And Y/N smiles softly once again, a kind of soft but sad smile and not too visible, but enough to show Draco that everything he feels she feels too, everything he remembers about them, she remembers too.

It seems that it doesn’t matter if they are separated, they will always love each other, and be in each other’s life in a way, knowing they can never truly let each other go, Draco gave the girl a soft smile in return. Then Y/N turned around and slowly walked out the door.

[miraculouscontent]

“Truth”-related asks:

Anonymous said:

I just watched truth and man, we didn't need any of that... I'm so tired...

Anonymous said:

Me after reading that summary: We coulda had it aaaaaaaaaaallllllll, decent wri-itiiiiiiiiiiiiiiingggggg

Anonymous said:

oh. lukanette breakup. how surpri— oh wait, no it wasn't.

bunnybunblitz said:

Me, skimming your summary of truth: life is a nightmare life is a nightmare life is a nightmare abort abort

Anonymous said:

Truth was a living nightmare, and that's the truth!

*defeated sigh*

Anonymous said:

The way all that just make me start disliking Adrien so hard wow I have enough of him so hard can they get ride of him for one damn episode?

Anonymous said:

Wow! Writers got on completely new level. They somehow made people to be annoyed with Adrien, even without putting him in episode.

My meme image of “I’ve had enough of this dude,” about sums it up.

It’s almost impressive???

Anonymous said:

I have the impression that you should slowly gather materials for "Treatment of Marinette S4"

You know, when you’re right, you’re right.

Anonymous said:

Hey there... Got a lil rant, I hope you don't mind in sea of anons you're probably getting. I guess if show didn't treat Marinette as their favorite punching bag and lukanette as a thing to get over with to be back on love square bullshit I wouldn't be this salty. We all knew lukanette isn't a endgame, but we actually care about Luka ans Marinette as characters and as a couple, and we knew there was a break up brewing.

But I mlb writers for setting things up, canonizing them over provocative tweet and leave them to dust right at the beginning of s4. And, oh sweet irony as they kinda accidentally made Lukanette totally better than love square (let's be honest if they knew what they were doing we wouldn't get any breakup from narrative and character development standpoint),,, because their heroine for once is loved and appreciated but that's another discussion and they hate that for her. Also, thomas arstruck can suck my toe.

I don't know what's your opinion on soulmate and destiny thing, but I'm totally in opposite. I remember The Good Place (love the series btw!) quote about how soulmates are made with love and nurture of people and not some cosmic forces. And to see how show is pushing for Destiny ™️ I'm kinda disheartened. But I guess I never really liked love square execution in the first place when it turned out that Marinette is butt of the crush joke for 3 seasons and there's 0 development from that. Like Thomas, that's not funny running gag. Thanks for reading! Hope you're doing well!

Thank you for the rant, and I agree!

It’s so strange how all their attempts to push for the love square just push me more towards Lukanette. How do the writers do that???

Anonymous said:

Yeah that point where she exclaims Luka in shock just angered and confused me. She LITERALLY transformed because Luka was akumatized. And her being shocked is only there to get her under the truth spell.

This episode is held together by knots and strings at this point.

Anonymous said:

Wow, "Ladybug likes Chat Noir humor." Then why every time Chat Noir makes puns, Ladybug looks like she wanted to strangle him on spot.

Ladybug = us

At that point, they should’ve just said, “[The writers] like Chat Noir’s humor.” Like--writers, please don’t use Ladybug as a tool to simp for your sunshine boy, it looks really pathetic.

Anonymous said:

Based on the ellipses you used I'm guessing you're not a fan of Jagged talking about the "Guitar is my only family" song.

Oh, no actually... I mean, I do because it’s there to torment Luka, but the ellipses was because of the intentional pause in the episode. Jagged was looking sympathetic

Anonymous said:

Truth was awful, the only good thing we got out of it was a Lukanette date (yay :'D) and we got to know Luka's father (although we all been knew).

Honestly if we could find a way to edit it so Luka and Marinette properly kissed then we’d just chop it out of the episode and call it the only canon thing.

asexual-individual said:

So, given that "Truth" didn't introduce the protection charms, I'm going to take a wild guess that they're not introduced until after "Gang of Secrets", meaning that Marinette won't get any close friends that it's safe to tell her secret to.

I was legit so sure that it was a guardian benefit and now I’m just left confused/curious about what causes CharmBug. Like, what, do you get CharmBug by purifying your one thousandth akuma???

Anonymous said:

I am absolutely positive no one quality checks these episodes before they’re sent out. Ladybug getting caught off guard on Luka being Truth even though she knows he was akumatised, and the horribly upbeat music playing as Marinette lies in bed absolutely defeated is so bad there’s no way this was double checked before it was sent out to TV stations

At this point, I’m convinced that they don’t care and are jamming through episodes as fast as they possible can.

cobraonthecob said:

I'm willing to bet that the writers go through critical and salt blogs just to see what the fandom's thinking, and then they think we're serious and they sprint with whatever we say.

guys please reconsider and also lower your alcohol levels

Anonymous said:

It was awful in general, but why add the paternity thing in the break-up ep? It detracts from, well, everything else and makes obvious they are copypasting fan theories instead of thinking of plot points.

I really do think they knew that Luka being upset over Marinette’s secret wasn’t enough to akumatize him so he needed something else.

Anonymous said:

Let me get something straight: The episode was explicitly about Marinette going on dates with Luka and that they were together. Yet Juleka is once again part of the shipping squad with obligatory "Marinette is only weird because she's with Adrien"-theories, and she's totally cool with that?

Yup! :3

guys I just adore mob mentality, did you know.

guys--

Anonymous said:

Ok, but the fact that everyone considers Marinette’s crush on Adrien to be her big secret is stupidly unrealistic. They KNOW they’re all aware of it - the girl squad even figured it out by themselves before they were told and think it’s totally obvious (as long as you’re a girl cause guys are clueless about feelings right). As far as they’re concerned it’s not actually a secret so they SHOULD be spilling the things they think only they and Marinette know. I mean, I can think of dozens of possibilities for Tom and the rest of the girls already, but Alya?

We had a front row seat to the damning secret Alya knows from back in season 1, but I guess asking this show to acknowledge continuity is too much. Still, the episode could have been so much more interesting if Alya had said, “Marinette’s the one who really gave Adrien the scarf for his birthday, but he looked so happy thinking it was from his father that she couldn’t bear to tell him that Gabriel hadn’t actually gotten him anything.” (I suppose reminding people of that wouldn’t fit into the writers’ poor attempts to make Gabriel sympathetic though 🙄).

Lol, just imagine the entire battle being sidetracked by Luka being brought to tears by how selfless and sweet his girlfriend is while Shadow Moth is too distracted by how this will ruin his reputation to get him back on track.

JKHJDSKGFSG

YES.

ALL OF THIIIIIS.

THIS IS AMAZING.

Anonymous said:

Marinette deserves to tell Luka she's Ladybug and have some support on her side tbh, it's disgusting to see the writers breaking up clearly the only thing that brings her joy and peace currently

HONESTLY.

And judging from that one trailer, she IS going to tell someone her secret and it’ll probably be freaking Alya; you know, the girl who blabbed about her Adrien crush to Nino and is thus THE LEAST TRUTHWORTHY PERSON. (”bonus” if it’s before the amulets)

I’m having nightmares already about Alya distrusting Lila because Marinette is Ladybug and not because Alya believes in Marinette. DX

Anonymous said:

Now that it’s been confirmed (in the worst way possible) that Jagged Stone is in fact Luka’s (and possibly Juleka’s?) father, how would you handle the whole mixed family aspect considering Jagged and Anarka’s relationship, Jagged and Penny’s, Anarka and Penny’s, Jagged and Luka’s (and Juleka’s?), and Penny and Luka’s (and Juleka’s?)? Topics like mixed families and family relationships are something that needs to be handled sensibly and sensitively given how it hits home for a lot of real-world people. Since we obviously can’t trust the ML writers to handle such topics the way that they deserve to be, how would you go about it knowing what we know up to this point about each character on their own and how they interact with one another?

Luka and Juleka were “accidents,” but Anarka kept it a secret from Jagged since Jagged was already hyped up to go on his next tour and Anarka knew their relationship was crumbling (possibly he already dumped her as his guitarist and she was annoyed about it). Jagged eventually learns that he has kids and is hesitant towards the idea, but because of him doting on Marinette (who’s the same age as his kids), he opens up to the idea.

Anarka and Jagged in present are mixed between tolerating each other for the sake of their kids and being chaotic best friends. The bad blood died out a while ago and there’s occasional tension but because Anarka is a single woman not interested in Jagged and Jagged is single with a possible thing for Penny, they make it work

Anarka and Penny have an awkward relationship. Penny wants to schedule time for Jagged to hang with Luka and Juleka and Anarka is confused at the very concept of a schedule, like just take them whenever okay??? isn’t it easier that way??? and Penny is like, “...oh, I guess so?”

Jagged and Penny, it depends on if they’re in any sort of relationship. If they’re in a relationship, Penny is either open to the idea of him learning to be good with kids if she’ll eventually want kids with him, or mixed because these are another woman’s kids and it’s really awkward. If they’re not in a relationship, then Penny could also be mixed since she’s crushing on him but I could also see her either finding it sweet that Jagged wants to hang out with his kids or finding it a hassle to schedule them in.

Jagged and Luka is rough. Luka has so many conflicting feelings on his idol ending up being his father. Jagged will probably even comment on Luka’s shirt + necklace and all of Luka’s merch in an attempt to bond but that kind of comes off desperate/awkward and Luka’s not about that life. I could also see Luka taking all the stuff down and swapping out his shirt, but being hesitant to remove the necklace because it’s a gift from Marinette. He might try to wash off the signature. He knows it’s not Jagged’s fault exactly but Anarka seemed to have bad blood with him and even if they get along now, Luka’s bitter. Jagged meanwhile wants to connect with Luka because hey musician energy!! but is gonna mess up a lot and say a lot of awkward things. Marinette will probably have to be a middle man between the two because it’s easier for them to talk with her around.

Jagged and Juleka don’t have a significant relationship at first. Juleka never care who her father was and she wasn’t crazy about Jagged Stone like Luka was. Jagged does try to connect with her but they clash majorly due to Jagged being so “loud” and Juleka being so quiet. Jagged will see it as a huge accomplishment the day where Juleka says something coherent (i.e: not a mumble) to him.

Yeah though, keep in mind for all of this that I’m not a family relationship kinda girl, so this isn’t my forte (I’m probably the most sympathetic to Jagged out of the whole fandom; not to say I agree with his actions but I have a history of hating babies and children, so not cool of him if he ditched Anarka but like, I get it, doesn’t make him better but I get it from a non-realistic standpoint of “ew, parenting”).

Anonymous said:

You know what? Imma gonna ignore canon for a bit more than I’ve been doing. The only thing I take away from “Truth” is that Marinette loves Luka and Tikki looks adorable in hats. That’s it have a good Saturday! 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Anonymous said:

If there’s one small detail that I thought was genuinely cute this episode, it’s Tikki posing in the mirror with her little hat collection.

Ahaha, those are good takeaways!

And yes, Tikki looked good in hats, but at what cost. (guys, where’s our jealous Tikki episode where Tikki is jealous of the attention Marinette has to give the other kwami wait no they’d just make it Marinette’s fault go back go ba--)

Anonymous asked:

Am I the only on squicked out by how Adrien acts all noble and claims he would never force Ladybug to tell him anything, but when it becomes apparent that he has to ask her a question before the akuma can he goes all ‘what are your three favorite things about me?’ :3c I mean, he had decent amount of time to think up a bunch of innocent questions that couldn’t hurt her in any way like ‘what is your favorite color?’ or ‘do you like cookies?’ or even ‘what’s the capitol of France?’ But instead he basically demands she compliment him. Coming from a guy who spent most of the last two seasons refusing to take ‘no’ for an answer that’s a bit… icky.

THIS

He could’ve phrased it in any way and he used it to get compliments from her. :|

At least Ladybug asked a legitimate question about how he felt about her guardian status.

Anonymous said:

I had this idea for an episode: Luka finds out that Marinette is LB because he is in danger. Let's say he gets yeeted off a building by an akuma and Marinette (in her civilian form) jumps after him, transforms while Luka sees it (he's shook, obviously), she grabs him and saves him from falling. I think that would be pretty epic, do you think you could write a one-shot based on that idea if you feel like that? I would forever be thankful. Have a nice day!

I like the idea, though I feel like that’s been done a lot before in identity reveal fanfics.

Anonymous said:

You know, despite them all getting interrupted, I thought the attempts at Lukanette dates was really cute. Luka picking up Marinette from school, the two trying to see who is the biggest jagged fan, getting ice cream at Andre's, it's really cute! I only wish Hawkmoth and the writers weren't such dickheads.

It’s so adorable!

Like--show, you aren’t doing a good job at getting me off the Lukanette train.

Anonymous said:

Are you sure the Lukanette breakup wasn't Marinette's fault? I mean, the episode frames it like she's refusing to tell the truth, even if it's for a good reason.

I’m not sure when I said that the episode didn’t frame it as her fault?

Things are ALWAYS Marinette’s fault, it’s literally a rule of the show.

Anonymous said:

You know the truth episode actually gives more reasons for lukanette in my opinion based of its description you said. Luka is ridiculously understanding and also almost manages to fight off hawk moth as well as taking probably a week at least for him to get to that and yet he, while he’s upset, still tries to be there for marinette. Also makes the relationships she has with her friends and family worse if the secret they think she has is that she likes adrien while dating Luka.

YES!!

And oh my gosh, I feel the friends and family comment so badly. Just throwing it out there, maybe you guys don’t actually support her???

Anonymous said:

How do you feel about Luka having no negative reaction to this whole "Marinette loves Adrien" thing? I understand that he isn't exactly the jealous type, but still, it seems weird to me that he just accepts it while Marinette is dating him. I love Luka a lot, but in this situation his reaction was just so unrealistic...

Honestly, I find it really interesting. Plus, it’s Truth who’s being told those things, not Luka, and Truth has other priorities.

And--I mean, I’m positive that Luka got into the relationship knowing that Marinette wasn’t completely over Adrien. She wanted to see if they’d work and he wanted to date her. It’s both of them being a little selfish in a way and I like that.

That’s why I think he doesn’t have a big reaction to the Adrien call. He seems amused more than anything, and Luka is empathetic also so he knows not to take Marinette’s stammering/mistakes to heart because she doesn’t mean them. We already had evidence of that in “Desperada.”

writingamongther0ses said:

Even if Lukanette had stayed together, I have a feeling Alya would complain that it's not Adrien...which could lead to a character growth opportunity for her when her complaining leads to Luka getting hurt when he overhears and becomes an akuma. But that's too interesting.

Interesting character relationships??? In THIS show???

never

Anonymous said:

After watching Truth the only thing I can feel at the moment is bitter. Not angry, not sad, not disappointed. Just bitter.

Bitter’s a good way of putting it, yeah. *sigh*

Anonymous said:

The fact that the second episode released managed to get a bingo really says a lot about how predictable the show's garbage fire writing.

I KNOW, RIGHT??

I knew the Lukanette episode would be a big card filler but DAMN.

Anonymous said:

I hated all of Truth, but perhaps the worst part was how hard they tried to remind you that, no matter how much of a good time Marinette and Luka have together, it's Adrien who Marinette will end up with in the end. From Alya rudely insinuating "girl, you're acting stupid, is Adrien at your house?", to Luka receiving a PICTURE of Adrien from a kwami, to Marinette talking on the phone with Luka while her Adrien pictures are in the background, to Marinette CALLING LUKA ADRIEN, to Truth demanding that people tell him Marinette's secret, only for them ALL to say "She's in love with Adrien Agreste.".

It's absolutely anger-inducing because it tries too hard to let the audience know to forget about Luka because Adrien is lurking in the corner and he and Marinette are endgame. The fans are right, Luka IS a second choice, but not in the way they think. Luka's a second choice, not for Marinette, but for the Miraculous Ladybug world. for the WRITERS!!!

But what bothers me the most is that everyone saying that Marinette loves Adrien is accepted as truth even when Marinette herself says she's over Adrien. Her words are ignored, how she feels is ignored, because everyone else(including the girl squad, when they're supposed to be her "friends") tells her that she's supposed to be in love with Adrien, and so she "has" to go along with it because ENDGAME. It's the show saying "stupid naive Marinette, you're too immature and dumb to know how you really feel, let someone else do the thinking for you!"

Meanwhile Adrien moving on with Kagami is accepted even when he still flirts with Ladybug(and forces her to build up his ego when he asks her what she admires most about him; I know it was a spur of the moment thing, but meta-wise, it was obvious love square pushing.), because "he's trying to respect her feelings and date someone else!" It's one of the main gripes I have with the show: that teenage girls are too emotional and confused to know what they really want, but teenage boys are mature and rational enough to make up their minds about who they love without holding any animosity towards anyone.

The all-white, all-male writing team pushes the Chinese girl's feelings aside and forces her to hide and erase them if they're not want they want her to feel, while the white boy gets congratulated with a pat on the back for doing the bare minimum and always, ALWAYS, takes the moral high ground(even in superhero form when he's supposedly goofy.). When she's the lead.

"Luka's a second choice, not for Marinette, but for the Miraculous Ladybug world. for the WRITERS!!!“

LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

It’s just tiring. It’s not even me being sick of the love square, but it being forced into everything when it’s not even relevant. The episode strategically throws more and more of Marinette’s Adrien crush (I did the math, I know this) into the mix and it provides nothing but the same tired jokes. Heck, they keep leaning on the lucky charm Marinette let him borrow (not GAVE, let him BORROW) back in Season 1 because they basically have nothing else to go off of.

[nuglet669]

So I’ve lived in different areas around my city and it’s amazing how the kids who’re financially well-off wanna live in the hood. I’ve never lived in the hood but I’ve visited there for family and have friends who’ve lived there. I currently live in a poor area (still not the hood) and I can’t even believe it.

You corny ass rich kids wanna live that hood lifestyle until...

you’re living off food stamps or sum bad takeout from the food deserts cuz they don’t got yo boujee ass supermarkets over here

you can’t go to the public parks past a certain time because of gang activity, if you can at all

the closest thing you have to trees or plant life is the weeds growing through the metal fences and the one potted plant someone put out

you gettin jumped and mugged for all your money

you living on the streets since the rent in your area got too expensive and you can’t afford it

your school curriculum is 3 months behind your prior school because your current school is so underfunded they can’t even get new textbooks

your school is poorly managed and dirty because no one wants to work there. not even a janitor

your schools don’t offer all your desired electives because again- no one wants to work at your schools, you’re understaffed. i am speaking from experience here, if you like choir or want to take another language besides Spanish... good luck with that.

the sidewalks in the area are deteriorating. If you have sidewalks at all

the areas are overpoliced and you got red and blue lights flashing in your window while you’re trying to sleep. oh and you hear sirens all night long

you can’t tell if that loud popping sound was from gunshots or fireworks.

you go missing and the police don’t bother to investigate because they just see you as a hood rat and don’t value your life (bonus points if you ain’t white, you’re fucked lil homie)

you’re drinking unfiltered tap water cause the filters too expensive. and in my state the water quality is bad enough for everyone so the tap water might as well be poison.

you can’t afford the gas bill so you’re taking cold showers in the winter or boiling hot water on the stove to bathe.

your mattress is on the floor

you’re rooming with people you don’t even like just so you don’t have to pay full rent

the parks are filled with homeless people who have no where else to go. And based on the way you rich kids talk about homeless people you’d hate this the most.

you experience that deep pain comes up in your chest whenever you see someone who can shop past the clearance section, who has access to better food, who doesn’t have to worry about their younger siblings fallin in with the wrong crowd and ruining their lives. or when you’re in school working two part time jobs and with no time for yourself just to make money for your family and put food on the table. real food not just fast food. that ache of hopelessness in your situation or that things will ever get better.

Y’all wanna be thugs cuz you want that street cred and you wanna look hard. I mean why else would you be posting your Daddy’s hand gun on your Snapchat story? But the second you gotta shoot a nigga down you wanna cry. Second you gotta rob a gas station, deal hard drugs (not just marijuana) to addicts, or jack someone’s car you wanna wuss out. Nah- this is what being a thug entails. And by the way, real thugs don’t post their guns on their socials. Cuz their guns are murder weapons.

And this one is specific to the rich girlies but... y’all don’t seem to understand what being a ride or die really is. This ain’t sum Bonnie and Clyde type shit. A ride or die isn’t just you dealing with crappy in-laws, your significant others lifestyle can actively danger or harm you both physically and mentally. So no, you don’t want to be a ride or die...

TLDR; you rich kids don’t actually want to live out the real thug life or live in the hood. You like the idea of it without all the baggage and the sad reality of it.

[madsinartime]

thoughts about tfatws

aka cacw (2021) ;)

this will be kinda long, so more under the cut!

Sam and Bucky

i love their relationship. whether you ship them or see them as bros this show gives you everything you could want. sam and bucky’s character and relationship development are the best parts of the show. sam learns to overcome his insecurities and pick up the shield, bucky learns to forgive himself and move on from the winter soldier. although to be honest, who let the fanfic writers into marvel? the couples’ therapy scene and rolling in the flower field are straight (not) out of ao3.

sam wilson IS captain america. i hope that in future movies he’ll continue to be political and an activist, not just focus on all the avenger threats and forget about the stuff that continues to happen on the ground. sam’s a guy who follows through. let’s see him at marches, rallies, campaigning for something better. the show was a step up in representation about different perspectives than the usual mcu stuff and i hope they continue with that.

bucky! him living with the wilsons’ is canon now. i love that he’s finally got his happy ending :) i hope he’ll be in black panther, at least a lil cameo! i think he is great friends with t’challa shuri and all the dora milaje! maybe a bit of how he became known as white wolf? or earning the title? he definitely trained with the dora, rmb how he threw that pole like a spear :D

Zemo

i kinda like zemo as a character now. he’s definitely still a terrible person but hey. he’s a fun guy. he even got the last laugh with orchestrating blowing up the rest of the super soldiers from prison. i wonder what he’ll do about john walker? US agent is definitely the guy zemo hates. would be a cool subplot in a future movie/show.

Sharon Carter

this is such a step up for her from winter soldier and civil war! she’s a badass shield special agent and it really showed. her fight scene in the shipyard is one of my favourite. making her a villain? i mean i kinda get why she’ll be so jaded from being on the run for years. there are some theories where she’s like a skrull,, but idk. the part where she’s the power broker seemed a bit ?? at first, but here’s what i think:

sharon didn’t get blipped. it was shown in endgame but she could have disappeared and so everyone assumed she was dusted. 5 years seems a bit short to build a criminal empire, plus zemo had heard of the power broker and he was in jail the whole time. in those 5 years maybe the original power broker got blipped, and in the power vacuum (lol) sharon took over. makes sense why zemo would think the power broker was a dude. after everyone returned maybe sharon killed the power broker for real or he’s out there hiding and we’ll see the two go at each other. that could be fun to see. as for leading sam bucky and zemo to dr nagle, sharon was playing the long game. nagle maybe was upset with her/not doing so well and she wanted to get rid of him so no one else could get the formula. or she’s already compiled his notes and decided he was a liability. leading the gang to dr nagle and defending them against the bounty hunters (remember someone had to know and send out the message after killing selby) would put her in sam’s good graces and he would get her pardoned, then she could operate outside of madripoor (maybe getting away from the original power broker). anyway i think it would be cool to see what she gets up to in the future.

The Flag Smashers

hmmm. i liked them at the start of the show. karli was young and radicalised by the life after the blip, and she wanted a better life. which is great. i know the flag smashers’ plot was a bit messed up by the pandemic and the had to rewrite some stuff, and the writer’s did a good job considering. still, i dislike how the entire flag smashers became villainized by just karli’s extreme actions. i think that she could’ve had better character development, like john walker’s, where she was out to do good and then because of the serum she became too extreme and spiraled. the first time people get killed is because of an accident. also at the end the whole thing seemed driven by karli, and rest of them were like uhh what are u doing girl. could have been better, but alright, i guess.

in future movies, i hope that we’ll see the flag smashers again. remember they were a global network (with parallels to hydra, which is like, not cool, marvel) with supporters all over the world. just because the leaders were killed off doesn’t mean the movement would stop. 

John Walker

marvel’s stepping up with their villain game, which is awesome. john’s negative character development was great and quite believable, considering the way the american government treats its veterans. john likely has trauma and ptsd and a whole host of other stuff that led to his going crazy, all amplified by the serum. he’s a really good example of ‘the road to hell is paved with good intentions’. he does want to be a good person, like him saving the truck instead of going after karli showed, but that doesn’t fully redeem him. let your villains be villains marvel. let him go off, azula style. (not sure marvel is the type to let that happen, but it would be awesome to explore john’s psyche like that.)

Lemar Hoskins

*sigh* i feel like marvel let us down with this one. all the progressiveness in this show and they had to kill off the black sidekick to further the white man’s character arc. come on. i have Thoughts about this. see, this could have been an amazing opportunity to explore lemar and john’s characters. john’s spiral off the deep end, lemar having to reconcile his best friend with this guy, who is nothing like the great man he once knew. everone thinks that john is irredeemable, lemar keeps trying to get him to therapy. john goes crazy from the serum, lemar having to fight against his brother. lemar goes to bucky and asks for help, because he thinks it’s like what happened with the winter soldier thing. bucky learns to help someone he disliked because he too can see the similarities and that john does need help. in the end, john goes full evil and has to be taken down by his best friend. the parallels this would have had with the steve/bucky relationship, yall. 

lol if u got this far, congrats and thanks for reading my rambles :D just out here Thinking my Thoughts

[rudolphsboyfriend]

ndbdbdhd i saw ur 4 picrews and u said u made headcanons for them and i’m curious so if u wouldn’t mind pls info dump ur headcanons for them on me <3

Sjdhd YES I'd be glad to!! There weren't alot at first but I'll def be adding to them as i make this post so here goes

Ok so fr ref these r the four from this adorable picrew, credits go to them

I haven't named em so for now their names r Stars, Skull, Heart, Dots after their lil speech blurbs

They're all Japanese just cuz I associate this kinda manga-ey art style w Japan

They're chilhood besties and hang out regularly, despite their personalities being completely different.

Heart and Skull r twins but not the identical kind

Stars

He's half English

He was actually inspired by a character from Mo Dao Zu Shi named Nie Huaisang.

If u just met him on the street u'd think he was kinda harmless and unassuming but really he's very smart and calculating. He's not evil but he is,,, morally ambiguous.

He's v calm and chill unless u offend him/his friends. He'll take revenge in some unfathomably roundabout, clever way so you don't even realise he's doing it, and he'll be totes normal looking and like nothing is wrong.

His family owns a big hotel in uptown Tokyo so he's the sugar daddy of the group.

His parents r the really competitive-and-projects-on-their-child kind, so he went to a bunch of extra curriculars and is like, creepily good at everything. Sometimes he's even good at things he's never learnt.

He's the top of his class at college, where he's majoring in History with a minor in Japanese lit

The other three are pretty sure he sold his soul to be good at everything (they're right), but he's their bestie and pays for everything so they don't care

He's Pansexual and is single atm

Heart

Heart didn't go to college and is a waiter at a restaurant, but he has some other, very irregular source of income and no-one knows what it is except Skull.

It doesn't happen often, but he sometimes disappears for hours at the weirdest times.

He's actually a hired assassin, but he only kills like, rich assholes who r exploiting others, and only accepts payment if whoever's paying can actually afford to pay. If they can't, he works for free. Think Robin Hood but murder.

His family was poor so he always hated people who exploited others for money. Star's fam is a very honest and kind rich family that helped his fam out often, and he doesn't attack those kind.

He had secretly dreamed to be an assassin since he was a kid. At first it was just a kid's fantasy but as he grew he started taking it seriously. He began at 19.

He's a really fun, outgoing and bubbly guy. He's v popular, everyone likes him. And he's not the assholey kind of popular. He's just really friendly and warm to be around. Which is why noone even thinks of "assassin" being his other job

Despite his popularity, his two friends, his twin and his parents are the only people he really cares about. He's a crazy loyal, ride or die kinda guy for these five.

He's an amazing painter, but he never learnt professionally cuz he would much rather do whatever he wants on a canvas for fun. His art style is very impressionistic and Monet. Draws a lot of nature

He's trans and ace+aro

Skull

He's a Fine Arts major in college, the absolute top student. The red stuff on his face is paint i promise :) He mostly paints in classical styles like baroque.

He's bi and has a boyfriend whom he loves very much. He's planning on proposing soon!!

He's very intimidating and has "stay away from me" energy. People find it hard to believe he and Heart are related, but they're actually extremely close.

There's a rumours that Skull is a mafia gang leader, that he once killed someone, etc. None of these are true, of course.

He does help his brother plan his murders tho. He's really good with planning and organising, Heart is not. He shares the same hatred as Heart. They're a duo, always working together, Skull planning and Heart carrying it out.

His boyfriend knows all this and just reminds them to be careful.

The only people who can get him to laugh regularly are his boyfriend and Heart. The besties can too but less often.

He doesn't even genuienely smile around other people. If anyone else asks him to smile his does this rlly intimidating smile like in the picrew.

He loves his boyfriend, brother, and the two besties alot. He's not very obviously affectionate, but the others know his little subtle displays of love. He's just really bad at showing emotions.

Similarly, he's not very romantic. Not in the aromantic sense, he's just awkward. Luckily his boyfriend is very cheesy and it's helping him come out of his shell.

However, he's a sentimental drunk

He and Heart often talk about their parents like they r dead, or really far away. They all live within cycling distance of each other, but they find this funny.

He cries at happy endings, and if anyone other than these three sees they will be killed

Dots

Dots is non binary :)

They have a girlfriend. They just started dating but they're v happy!

They're like, the most normal of the four, considering one friend sold his soul, one is an assassin, and the other a criminal mastermind. Dots is just a tired college student.

They're a computer animation major with a graphic design minor. They're doing well academically, not the top but still high

Their dream is to start their own animation company.

They're not very talkative but everything they say is hilarious and they're a sassy sarcastic lil shit. Easily the funniest of the four.

Theyre actually really kind and nice, they're a lil withdrawn but polite and friendly.

They cry at sad+happy endings. They cry at bittersweet endings. They are a crier. They do not try to hide it.

Their taste in music is just. Everything. From bubblegum pop to screamo metal to alt to 70s country.

Knows every single band/artist out there.

Is a surprisingly good singer. Their parents were music teachers so knows how to play all kinds of instruments

Either stays up for 3 days straight or is passed out like a dead body. No in between

Estranged from their fam and is now roommates w Stars

Wow this got. Real long. It's also literally just me projecting intensely onto fictional ppl so yeah.i hope u liked that!!! Odkdnsk does this mean i have OCs now wow.

Thanks fr the ask this was actually really fun!!!

[miss-choco-chips]

hey so I had a quick question about twisted soulmates! so tim knows who his soulmates are, jason knows tim is his soulmate, damian thinks tim is his nemesis, but does dick know? do they all know about each other? love the story!!!

 (2/2)  I also love how you call ra’s a cheap kazoo at the end it really fits him

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Hey sweetie! I’m glad you liked it. Twisted Soulmates has a very special place in my heart, it’s the first long-ish fic I wrote for the fandom and it’s received so much love, it amazes me. And yesss Ra’s totally is. I read that in a post I saw in Pinterest about someone saying that to “play someone like a fiddle” isn’t a fitting insult cause fiddles are hard to play and should instead say a kazoo, and I thought Tim would think so too.

So to clear the soulmate mess a bit.

….This got really really long so I’m gonna put it under the cut. Also, beware of spoilers of the possible second part!

 Dick knows Tim is his soulmate, but it doesn’t get directly addressed in the fic by anyone else than Tim, and that was on purpose. Dick didn’t get his mark at the same time Tim did. Or rather he did, but he was in costume and didn’t see his own wrist, and then his parents died and the trauma kinda fucked things up and the name got erased. Like, he repressed the whole thing so hard he forcefully forgot about Tim and removed him from his own body. That is, until Tim went to ask him to be Robin again, and when Dick touched him he was bitchslapped by the feeling of the name appearing on him.

But the thing is, Dick is a young man, emphasis on the ‘man’. And this weird little kid is, soulmate or not, a *kid*. Dick is uncomfortable as fuck in this situation. He gets fond of Tim with time, they become friends and he mentors him to make sure what happened to Jason won’t happen to him, but he’s very carefully keeping him at arm’s length in anything soulmate related, because he won’t ever see a twelve year old as some romantic partner just because some cosmic force says he’s destined to be that. Maybe in the future, maybe not, but certainly not when there is this age difference that creeps him the hell out. He has his relationships with other people, which Tim respects because he doesn’t think he has any say on the matter, and they honestly love and care for each other (Tim is crushing hard but he’s a teen and Dick is his hero, that would be expected even without the soulmate thing), and everyone kinda turns a blind eye to the whole thing (except from some of the Young Justice gang, but that’s another thing entirely). Sure, Dick’s girlfriends (or at least the ones that are in the know) look a lil uncomfortable when Dick takes them home and they meet this tiny, starry eyed kid who does his best to be polite, but except for that it might as well be a taboo. The most Dick does is when any danger comes near Tim and he outright freaks out, like when he got Ra’s mark and he flew all the way from San Fran just to fret, but, again, the do love each other, so that might or might not be because of their bond.

Jason as explained gets the mark when he’s attacking Tim at Titan’s Tower. He already had the Joker on his other wrist, so there was no place for doubt. That’s why he left Tim alive, instead of finishing the job like he intended to. The second attempt on Tim’s life was made under Pit influence, because Tim rejected his offer to be his Robin, which Jason’s highly damaged mind translated to rejection to him as a soulmate, which in turn made him really mad, and… yeah. He *does* want to get to know Tim properly and apologize, he felt awful about it all once his mind got cleared up, but like… regret doesn’t just erase all the pain he brought his soulmate, a fact he’s perfectly aware of. So when shit hits the fan with Tim and Dick, Jason is away on a self-discovery trip with the outlaws where he works through his issues, hoping to get himself to a place from where he could start a new relationship with Tim (only if Tim is cool with giving him another shot; he’s hopeful but not going to press, the decision will be firmly in Tim’s hands). He doesn’t know about Dick and Damian, but he does know about Ra’s because he once heard Talia ranting about his father being too ‘soft to his nemesis’, which got him curious enough to investigate. It makes him feel even worse, because the poor kid’s nemesis AND soulmate actively tried to hurt him, which… is really fucked up. So Jason is a hot mess right now, but he’s on the path of redemption.

Damian’s thing was another mess altogether. Damian hasn’t met his nemesis yet (I’m still not 100% sure who is gonna be for him), so when he gets to Wayne Manor and gets his mark as he’s hitting Tim… well, the kid’s been groomed to think of his Father’s other kids as enemies already, its not too much of a leap to consider Tim, his direct predecessor and the one he has to live up to, as his ultimate foe. He also knows about his Grandfather having Drake’s name, so his proud little head gets a high at the idea of having the same nemesis as Ra’s, like some kind of validation to him, like he could someday be equal to Ra’s if he has his same nemesis. Tim tries to correct him, but he’s also busy dealing with the fact that a ten year old is another one of his soulmates, and a murderous one at that, so he’s probably not explaining himself as well as he could, and Damian walks out of that encounter totally sure that Tim is his nemesis (he didn’t see Tim’s wrist, so as far as he’s aware, he’s on the same wrist as Ra’s and thus Drake’s nemesis). He doesn’t know about Jason, but he learns about Dick later on, after he becomes his Robin. They are bonding one night and Dick tells him about his soulmate and nemesis (he’s probably trying to explain something about morals and whatnot to him using that as an example), and Damian can’t even suspect of Dick having it wrong, because the one he claims as his nemesis is one of his worst foes, and no matter how bad, Tim couldn’t be worse than him, so, by elimination, Tim IS Dick’s soulmate. This freaks him out, badly, and he does his best to avoid telling Dick about his mark, because he is still sure about Tim being his nemesis, and that means he is destined to hate the one dick is fated to love; Dick would never choose him above Tim if he was aware of this. He’d never love Damian more than Tim, and that makes the child in him even MORE mad at Drake because jealousy.

So by the time Tim says ‘fuck it’ and basically elopes with Ra’s, Dick is unaware of Jason and Damian; Jason is also unaware of the other two; and Damian only has half the information.

They will find out about the others though (and in Damian’s case, about Tim being his soulmate instead of nemesis), when they find out about Tim’s disappearance (he’s with Ra’s but he’s not exactly advertising it so not a lot of people know where the fuck he is) and join forces to look for him. But that will happen in the second part, if I gather enough brain cells to write it lol

Also, a bit about Tim, if you’re interested!

Tim knows they are they soulmates- even when things get twisted when Ra’s, who is his nemesis, treats him better than the people supposedly destined to love him. Its very confusing, and while a part of him is sure of it, the other is like… maybe Ra’s is his destined one, after all. In the end, Tim decides it doesn’t really matter. Ra’s can be his nemesis, soulmate, whatever- he’s taking him down, hence the last scene where he smiles at having deceived him. And Dick, Jason and Damian might or might not be his soulmates- he doesn’t give a fuck either, he’s not gonna forgive them just because Fate winks at him and pushes him towards them. Oh no, hell no. He’s basically giving up on love, soulmates and all that jazz. He’s gonna use his unique position to do his best to take Ra’s down, even if that means he goes down with him, because he’s a very depressed boy who only feels something when in immediate danger, and sadly the most danger he can be in is inside the lion’s mouth- travelling around the world with Ra’s.

This got really long, anon, sorry! Hope you’re having an amazing day!

[babyyatusabes]

ok you know some people really got me at the end of my rope but that only makes me more grateful for the mutuals I have that make being on here worth it and my life better 😌 I love y’all and wanted to make a mini appreciation post

also if any people are new to the fandom this is a lil sort of “people to follow” list

@sunkissedvelez - lol you know I love you, so I'm gonna keep the grossness off the dash for everyone but her writing and moodboards are incredible for anyone else reading

@zabdielsprincesa - bxtch !!! one of my fave people on earth !! I stay cuz you stay. also discourse queen

@brightdarkeyes - ilyyyy despite your heavy breathing you are licher ally everything to me. also a great writer and super funny.

@zabdielmuch - you have horrible opinions but boy you make me laugh and I miss you when you're gone. great gif maker !!

@yatusabess - light of my life?? one of my fave people on the planet?? I adore you. has all the tea for new fandom people

@smoljoelito - dafsdhflakjhds how did I even live before I found my bxtch twin? also your writing is top notch

@cncothoughts - one of the most talented people here and so so sweet. I swear none of y’all will regret following her.

@cnc-oh-boi - such a good writer and an even better friend. one of the sweetest people alive.

@lotalove - your tag is your tag for a reason, we are so well matched I feel like I gotta rub my eyes sometimes when we talk because no wAy are we that good together? also she's funny and cute so follow her ass!

@laleylaw - you make me laugh EVERY SINGLE DAY. ily. follow her to be entertained lol you'll never be bored again

@h-bea92 - very very sweet person and does readings!! unproblematic queen

@prettyboypimentel - lol one of my faves even though we act like we hate each other like 90% of the time. she funny and writes and don't you dare mess with her or you’ll answer to me

@anninhiliation - afdskjlfhksj the funniest bxtch !! we talk every day and every single thing she says makes me laugh. she also writes about things I cannot discuss here 👀

@virgato - a sweetheart if I ever saw one which doesn't mean she won’t f*ck you up if needed. grateful every day I'm lucky enough to have you as a friend and has an incredible voice and posts covers, content and will just generally brighten your dash

@papichriscnco - my girllll. one of my faves. so so sweet and writes SO much like....her work ethic is next level. I adore youuuu

@taemaflex - she cute, she funny, she outta pocket, she deserves your follow and your love thanks.

@ctrlcnco - funny as hell and gives the Content. literally been checking her blog since my phone’s been broken cuz I know she’ll deliver. also a great friend and she writes so 👀

@glossedchaos - unproblematic and lovely. isn’t a primarily cnco blog but worth a follow anyways.

@wavychvnel - ilyyyy. what aren’t you? you got the moodboards, the opinions, the looks, the intelligence-- *insert gif of lady gaga: beautiful, stunning, talented, amazing*

@zabdidaddi - you're so cute, ily. perfect person to start a friendship with because she's just so sweet

@ericksmamita - bad and bougie with some cnco and bad bunny sprinkled in, god bless

@darlingcnco - just a total cutie, worth being friends with and adorable in general

@jhaeyun - loml!!!! AMAZING writer and even better person, y'all don't even KNOW

@shordyfromdablock - funny, kind, an intellectual if I ever saw one with that taste in music. she worth a follow and part of the pretty cncowner gang (but who on this list isn't). 

@mifantasiafavorita - I love youuuuuuuuu! incredible writer and person!!

@velezsglitch - one of the nicest people I ever met, no cap. follow her to have your heart stolen.

@peachyvinyl - drops facts only and is so so sweet. ily

@insert-cnco-username-here - you Know things and i love talking to you. just smart and interesting, would recommend.

@hoeyance & @ethnicgirlmamita - we haven't talked before but would recommend these blogs. hilarious and fun to see on the dash 

if you’re not on here these are just the people off the top of my head, I'm sorry if I missed you I'm sure I'm missing a few

[cindersnightmare]

‼️ON MY BLOCK SEASON THREE SPOILERS‼️

sorry for putting spoilers out the day it came out but i really need to rant

i expected soooo much out of this season. i was so excited for it. but i’m not gonna lie, i’m soooo disappointed. there were a lot of moments and scenes i liked, but most of it felt rushed and there were a lot of plots that weren’t explained or were unfinished. imma make a list of everything that didn’t make sense.

1.) that first episode. i get that they were trying to be funny, and i was laughing at some points, but i mainly just found it weird and like they were taking the funny/weird element of the show and bringing it to a whole new level. it completely changed the vibe tbh. it kinda felt like everyone was out of character and they were trying to make the show into something it wasn’t but idk.

2.) that whole kidnapping thing was wrapped up real quick 💀

3.) monse and cesar basically getting back together instantly. don’t get me wrong, i love this couple, but they always get right back together instead of really working out their problems and taking time. it’s predictable.

4.) MONSE KISSING OSCAR. i get that she was drunk and emotional and he was comforting her, but she literally spent that whole episode trashing oscar (for literally no reason) and then she kissed him??? that didn’t need to happen AT ALL and it literally had no impact on the story. cesar didn’t even care.

5.) jamal and kendra. i like that we saw jamal get a love interest, but she just showed up and they had sex and we didn’t even get to know her?? like literally who is this (cute/weird) bitch and where did she come from?? it was all rushed and unexplained and didn’t make sense. it felt more like the writers wanted to please the fans but didn’t give us a good storyline about jamal’s first “relationship”.

5.) oscar and cesar’s dad. we got no explanation for why the santos/cuchillos turned on him, why he was in jail, none of that. i wished we could’ve gotten to know him and seen him with his kids more.

6.) lil ricky. okay we been knew he was alive, but we never REALLY found out why cuchillos wanted him, and we didn’t even find out who he was or where he was hiding!!! like don’t advertise a whole season about something and not follow through with it.

7.) jasmine and ruby. in season two, they had an amazing emotional connection and then in season three they made it VERRRRYYY sexual and that’s basically the only reason they got together. also those porno visions were super unnecessary.

8.) the 19th street gang. who are they, why are they all 15, how could they “take down” spooky (a grown man), and why were they so important even though we didn’t know shit about them??? they caused a major problem for oscar but we didn’t even get to understand this gang and what they wanted. it’s like the writers were trying to replace the prophets but that doesn’t make any sense to get rid of a gang just to bring another one in.

9.) monse’s mom dying. even though i hated this bitch, i think monse (and all of us tbh) deserved to see real closure between them. because monse’s mommy issues didn’t stop when she cut julie out of her life. it seemed like they just wanted wrap up that loose end and add some drama.

10.) THOSE ENDINGS. bruh i could talk shit about this for hours. as soon as i saw that “2 years later” shit i was like...wtf?? i hate when shows do that because all it does is make the audience confused and pissed off

11.) i understood monse’s ending and i wasn’t that mad about it. sure, i was sad to see that she obviously didn’t care about her old friends as much as her new friends, but she still had that picture so i wasn’t too scared. and she seemed happy so that’s a good thing.

12.) THEN we saw jamal. wearing a goddamn football jersey and talking to the football guys. HE LITERALLY HATES FOOTBALL. how could that have changed??? and he’s too weird to be in any other friend group like it doesn’t make sense. and it’s obvious him and ruby aren’t friends anymore which SUCKS because those two are like brothers.

13.) ruby and jasmine are still together (which surprised me tbh) and he turned emo. i ain’t mad but i think we deserved to see more of his ending.

14.) oscar’s ending was a good one and i was happy to see him be himself and get the life he deserved. it just doesn’t make sense how in the last two seasons and the beginning of this one, he was a die hard santo. i understand he wanted out when he found out about cuchillos, his dad, and the whole 19th street thing. it kinda happened fast and unexpected tho. his ending should have come later in the series, and cesar should’ve been with him. which leads me to...

15.) CESAR’S ENDING!!!! how could he (supposedly) lead a gang at 16/17??? why would he fully emerge himself in a gang he didn’t want to be in??? boy can’t even shoot a gun at someone so how could he take over los santos? and why would oscar allow that?? he spent his entire life trying to keep his brother safe and now he’s living the good life while cesar is in more danger than ever? he’s living the life he never wanted and it’s not fair. it makes ZERO sense.

okay i’m done. i just think this season was rushed and a lot of it didn’t make sense. we need explanations. it feels like a whole different show. they could’ve gone on for soooo many seasons but that ending fucked it up. if we get a season four, it better explain everything and fix it.

also i loved seeing oscar in every episode and seeing him as a main character. even though i feel like they didn’t use his full potential, he was literally one of the very few good parts of this season. i wish we got to see his life more and get to know him though.

so yeah that’s where i’m at, what about you guys??

[sierrabinondo]

2020

damn my last tumblr post is the last day of woodland creatures, did i not do a 2019 wrap up?? i feel like i did. oh well lmao

so, arguably the most tumultuous year in modern history (at least, american history- all pandemic and political events considered) is about to come to a close. it was very not fun experiencing a pandemic as millions lost their loved ones to covid. i was part of the 20% of people that became unemployed as a result of the economy taking a huge dump. i would not want to experience this same year again if it meant that every life lost could be saved. with the year i was given, i made the best out of it that i could. 

like every other person on this earth (except for where the virus was already spreading), this year started out normal as hell for me. i was hating my job but chugging through each week, with the occasional show to worry about and then planning our band’s 2020 release plans. despite my salaried job, i was barely making enough to put anything away in savings, forthcoming disney trip aside. i really felt like i was putting in all this work at a full time job just to barely stay afloat and it grated at my soul. i don’t dream of labor, and i only take jobs like this because nothing i am passionate about truly makes money and the marketing jobs i would actually care about are never available to me/never come to fruition after submitting myself for consideration. 

disney was a huge highlight of my year despite being deathly sick. i keep wondering if i had covid (i never figured it out), but it sure as hell felt like it. i feel like if i did have it i would have passed it on to jeremiah and his family but i didn’t. i could still kinda taste, but not smell because i had the worst sinus infection i ever had in my entire fucking life. like i know i get them a lot but really, holy shit. i really had it bad. it started when we were in the studio the 2nd to last weekend of february on the last studio day. i had to go back to the studio several months later because i was that unsatisfied with how the vocals came out. i didn’t want to fuck up these releases and have my performance be mid so i was willing to pay to have to re-do everything. i assumed if this was like any other sinus infection, it would go away in a week.

lmao.

i had that infection for THREE WHOLE FUCKING WEEKS. i played a show with that monster sinus infection, and went to disney with it. i went two weeks without meds because i really was convinced it would go away on its own. before we left for disney i finally got antibiotics at urgent care and couldn’t drink most of the trip which sucked. but that finally did the job, and the infection waned when we returned from disney. despite being physically weak, in pain (there was one friday my body pains were so horrible that jeremiah contemplated taking me to the hospital), and leaking snot all over my sleeves the entire trip (LIKE IT WAS THAT UNCONTROLLABLE. I HAD NEVER GONE THROUGH THAT MANY PACKS OF TISSUES IN MY LIFE. I WAS LEAKING SO MUCH I HAD TO LOCATE THE BABY CHANGING STATION IN MAGIC KINGDOM. IT WAS LIKE A SECRET STERILIZED TROVE OF HAND SANITIZER, WIPES, TISSUES AND BABY OIL.) i had an amazing time at disney. and it was my first time going with a significant other so it was incredibly fun. it was also a wonderful opportunity to spend time with his family. the only very not fun part was missing our nephew in the main street parade because some bozos fucked up the info they gave my sister-in-law and we were out walking around when his high school band had actually marched earlier than we thought.

it’s funny, because that weekend after we returned was the last weekend of “freedom” everyone had before lockdown. we were weary of covid while in florida but still living it up on vacation. at that time, there had only been 3 cases in orlando. 3!!!! i had plans to go to a party once home but i cancelled only because i still wasn’t completely out of the woods and 100% well again. i felt so bad cancelling because it was for my friend’s party and she never really did parties usually :( and i thought it wouldn’t be a good idea considering i may or may not have had covid. 

then... the following week came. 

monday we got a weird email from our CEO saying there was going to be salary cuts and that it was essential for the company to survive a downturn. i pouted but my parents consoled me saying it was better than nothing; maybe look for a new job. and then- i got the nothing! a day or two later, i was let go. and i could tell my manager was absolutely not souped to be giving me this call at all. she literally prefaced it like, “this sucks, but-” and gave me the news. and i was utterly devastated, sobbing controllably, because i was just scraping by on this income to begin with. and i had JUST, finally, received health insurance through this job. i was asked to continue working through friday the 20th, which i would be paid for, and then i would have to return my laptop and any other work materials (like printouts and promo stuff) i had possession of. 

that day and the days following i had coworkers calling me or emailing me telling me they were so sorry. i was the first to be let go, and they were kind enough to extend words of encouragement to me. clients i worked closely with, a couple of them around my age, assured me that i could use them as a reference. many of my colleagues were my higher-ups, but were very down-to-earth people. one call that stuck out to me was from my colleague sarah. 

sarah was candid with me and said, “y’know how i was unemployed for 6 months?” i knew this well though we had only worked together for a year and a half; it was an important part of her path to where she was in her career now and why she chose it. she continued, “those were the best 6 months of my life.” 

and i would come to find out that yes, me too being unemployed was the best fucking time of my entire goddamn adult life.

when i posted i was officially unemployed i had an outpouring of support from my friends, and received enough animal crossing commissions to pay one month’s rent. the first day i finally felt peace was when i was sitting on my porch on an abnormally warm march day playing animal crossing following my last day at my company. it was like the universe was giving me a hug and telling me everything was going to be all right.

what would come was a pretty chaotic couple of months. jeremiah, my roommate and i would stay up until 3 am either watching anime or playing video games, subsequently sleeping until 11 am or noon. pair having fun, drinking (mostly me lmao) and lounging about with the scary realization that thousands of people every day were dying of covid and it could be my high-risk parents. i would cry at night and be so fucking scared. my sibling would tell me my family was being reckless, running unnecessary errands, and whenever my dad showed up to drop off food or necessities i would cry because i couldn’t hug him. i’m even getting choked up thinking about it now. and it was a fear that returned during the second spike around the holidays because it is the loss i fear the most.  

amidst this really horrible time, i would play games almost every other night online with my friends and it was so much fucking fun because all of us were either unemployed, furloughed or working from home. we’d laugh so goddamn hard our voices were hoarse. one of my favorite memories is playing quiplash with the creatureposting gang and then my big friends from college. and a really fun night in particular was SIIE release night, i popped a bottle of champagne and got absoluely zonked lmao. every few days i would have something to look forward to, some sort of virtual plans with my friends. this would continue until july when my friends were slowly starting to go back to work.

most of my early quarantine days were as follows: wake up, watch anime, work on commissions for most of the day, order extremely good food for delivery, play video games, and then bed. at one point commissions became so overwhelming i started to get slower at churning them out. though this became a daunting project, WOW it really forced me to become a better artist. and this year i got to spend so much more time drawing, which was fantastic. 

one thing i DID NOT spend a lot of time on at all? ugh. MUSIC. FUCKING MUSIC. i barely touched my guitar, stopped writing lyrics after july, and barely completed the instrumentals for about 3 songs. the only thing i consistently practiced was singing (because i would literally curl up and die if i didn’t). do you have any idea how much i blabbed to my therapist in 2019 about how much i would get done if i didn’t work full time and could just focus on my creative endeavors? and then life HANDED that shit to me on a silver platter the following year. i really did nothing insane musically with my time. and now i am really kicking myself for it. if i think about it, it was mostly because i was so exhausted from doing AC commissions, and partly because i was really intimidated about the prospect of struggling through songwriting. now i really wish that i had tried. 

one thing i started doing this year was streaming. i originally planned to just do it for fun, because i am horrible at video games and i really didn’t expect much out of it. i thought it would be cool if my friends could watch me play animal crossing. and then i unfortunately learned that this 3rd expensive pasttime is actually really, really, really fun. i started to spend half my week streaming and it led me to either getting closer to some online friends i only talked to a lil previously and making new friends. viewers would ask me if i continue to stream after the pandemic was over, and i enthusiastically assured them i would. and i meant it. even with the difficulties of returning to work and the band playing shows again considered, i really wanted to. i don’t get invited to things anymore anyway, so fuck it if that’s what i stand to lose lmao.

when the curve flattened in jersey i decided to become lenient again and start meeting with my bandmates. we spent the year trying to finish some new material and chip away at what work we have to do for the full length (yes, a full length). we had plans to tour this year and it sucks that fell through. we also had plans to do so much more content during the pandemic and we faltered under the stress of... well, existing in a pandemic. we did finally get to drop a new single though, and the difference in hype now vs when we dropped our last work was incredible. i am so thankful we were able to build an audience with nothing new for two years. i still often beat myself up because god every day i look around me, at our peers, and wonder where the fuck we’ve gone wrong to have such a slow build. and even daily just trying to stand out and prove that we have cut our teeth/deserve a chance is so demoralizing. i feel like it’s even worse than before. i literally have to talk to myself out loud, both alone and during interviews lmao, to remind myself that we truly have accomplished so much. and to take in and appreciate the little positive things. because this could all be over in a second. and this won’t be forever. the older we get the more we are risking for this, both time and resources, and it won’t do to let myself get bogged down over my inner competitive voice. but god it’s hard. like even with new music we still didn’t even TOUCH any of the goal numbers we set for ourselves in may. though we did put out less music than we had planned, and we really hope to change that in 2021 forreal. 

there was a single we were supposed to put out this year that’s on hold due to some pending assets but goddamn. if we really don’t break some sort of ceiling with this one i don’t know what will. i have the strongest gut feeling about the next single and in my opinion, it’s the best one we’ve had to date. when we play it at shows, the air in the room sometimes shifts. i’m eager to see what the response is and i’m so ready to push it with everything i have.

fuck this is getting so much longer than i planned i have to try to wrap this up lmao.

with our government stimmy money we turned around and got the dog of our dreams. we figured, i’d be home enough to watch him, and it was finally goddamn time. it’s why we moved into a house and not into another apartment. i was so scared meeting the puppy parents, and totally on edge the entire day. we went out to meet the breeder to test my allergies and see how i would react. samoyeds are not 100% perfectly hypoallergenic, but they were often lauded for being so. honestly? i still didn’t feel confident after two hours with the dogs because the pollen out there was bad (one of my WORST allergies) and i had mysterious hives on my arms i couldn’t figure out where they came from. for months jeremiah and my parents had to calm my nerves and remind me i lived with 3 cats before i moved out (i’m more allergic to cats) and that i would be fine. i had to do a lot of work on myself to get out of my own way about being excited about finally owning the dog of my dreams.  

this little fucking boy. i couldn’t believe he was real. neither in the pictures i often looked at about 20 times a day on the breeder’s facebook page nor when we went to meet him. and he was truly, truly perfect. our little shithead. when we went to go pick him out, he sat apart from his puppy pile of brothers, sniffing around the room and trying to rip off his ribbon collar. we locked eyes and he fuCKING APPROACHED ME. i could not fathom any other puppy in the room being brawly. this was the one. we could already tell he was a mischevious smartass, because once he untied his ribbon he proceeded to rip off the ribbons of all the other puppies. but he was the cutest, flopping over on his back when you were near to get belly rubs. 

ever since we have picked him up he has simultaneously been the biggest joy in our lives and the most source of stress lmao. that first week, and the next couple, werE FUCKING ROUGH.  i had a horrible anxiety attack when i couldn’t calm him for bedtime the first saturday he was home and i was loudly sobbing to jeremiah that i couldn’t handle this shit lmao. he was so scared i was having regrets but i am just a fucking anxious wreck and not used to having a DOG!! this is my first dog!!! but while i can remember what life was like before him i cannot imagine going back. the first time he got sick and we took him to the emergency vet i cried so hard. when he is wagging his tail happy to see me and he looks like a fuckin seal because his ears are folded back it is the best feeling. i’m so excited for when he gets older and we’re vaccinated for covid so that we can take him on so many adventures. he is truly the best.

there is so much more i want to say but this is long as shit. this is even painful for me to read lmao. it’s always been for me, a guy with dogshit memory, to remember everything, but so, so much happened. so i’m gonna wrap up the real descriptive stuff with this.

being unemployed allowed me to just experience life. to wake up each day, enjoy the sun in my backyard, have time to try new recipes, go for long walks, GET A DOG, get better at art, get better at singing, spend more time with friends (virtually), bond even harder with my amazing, beautiful boyfriend, create amazing work with my bandmates, improve at video games, connect with people all over the world, and so much more. all my life i let money dictate my every move. i am insanely privileged to have experienced this but when i had to just live within my means off unemployment i did just fine. i once believed i was perpetually indebted to my employer when i was discarded like it was nothing. i can get a job anywhere and be fine. it strengthened my class consciousness and while i have control over my own destiny it is our country that has so royally screwed us of living the lives we should be living. our lives do not revolve around labor. so until we win the fight and get what we deserve, i will be returning to work next month (full time... in commercial real estate.... again), but i will do whatever it takes to replicate the everlasting feeling of joy i felt this year for the rest of my godforsaken life. if that means struggling for 2021 to build up my twitch channel and the band, working 9 hour days and then streaming/writing music for another 4, so be it. i felt from a young age i was not destined to live a normal life and that feeling has stayed with me no matter how much i have tried to play the game of life as i have been told. i finally have the confidence to pave the life i want.

so, if you are here at this very spot because you read everything, thank you. if you are here because you scrolled to see how long this was, here’s the TLDR of my best parts of 2020:

- tapping out cover

- the 2 shows we played lmao, maybe 3 tops

- disneyworld

- ACNH outside on the porch on release day in warm weather

- making banana bread

- learning how to BRINE meats

- watching anime until 3 am, namely the time we watched pokemon journeys until 3 am 

-watching so. much. anime. 

-watching livestream concerts with my friends (the chon one was a real good time)

-playing jackbox with my creatureposting friends, the volcano saga (if u know u know)

-playing jackbox with my big friends

-the first time we ever had panchos and juanchos

-finally having sushi again after painful cravings and being grumpy

-the first time we had chinese food again after the lockdown began

-hitting the punching bag for the first time in forever (my dad bought me one)

-the first time we had ramen in forever

-surprising joe with cake at his doorstep for his birthday (we thought he would be the only one with a pandemic birthday lmao)

-playing monopoly and wheel of fortune on the switch, surprisingly having fun

-jeremiah’s birthday

-getting PAID for my ART

-writing + recording ONE (1) acoustic demo

-finally finishing the singles, fixing the vocals 

-shooting band promos

-unus annus

-meeting samoyeds

-meeting BRAWLY

-streaming except for the times 13 year olds cyberbullied me

-my birthday when my mom got me a terrifying singing birthday candle contraption and my sibling curbstomped the shit out of it (i was literally crying laughing like that kind of noiseless laugh cause you’re laughing that hard)

- getting the stamp of approval from andrew wells and anthony green 

-my friends having their first baby!!!

-dying from thanksgiving charceuterie board

-that week i binged ghibli movies on an hbo max trial and did nothing else

-filling the front porch with plants and most of them SURVIVING the fall, possibly winter but we’ll see in 2021 lmao

- (in general) nailing riffs i fucking sing over and over when practicing but prob won’t get down good enough to sing in front of others lmao

-solo inflatable pool hangs

-thursdays with sarah in the fall playing with the puppy

-the release of the first WSA single in two and a half years

-virtual movie night with sarah watching happiest season

-the music video shoots

-brawly experiencing CHRISTMAS

-receiving really thoughtful gifts from jerry and my parents

-deciding i would work towards being a full time streamer to supplement being a musician