#sorry I know I complain about this a lot but it's a struggle alright

[schnuffel-danny]

watching iceberg videos related to any sort of internet specific topic is a great way of testing how chronically online you are the angrier a video like that makes you the worse you have it

[moonchildstyles]

For a possible smutty gravity blurb: maybe something they haven’t tried before?? Like maybe flower watches one of his streams or something and he’s talking abt some type of kink/situation they’ve never done before and she gets all nervous bc she wants to do that but she’s kinda insecure bc why is he talking about it on stream but not to me??? And so maybe there’s a wholesome communication moment butttttt they end up doing that thing:) idk just a thought hehehehe

cw: anal play involved!! if that makes you uncomfortable please skip :)

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The end of autumn chill swirled around (Y/N) in a fluttering gust, the ends of her hair being lifted along the sweeping breeze. Her nose felt chilled, among the elements, any bare swatch of skin prickled with goosebumps. Despite her hand being exposed to the elements, she didn't notice much of that cold with the way Harry had it wrapped in his own. Walking her out to her car, he swung their hands between them in a juvenile show of affection. Since he started, she hadn't been able to wipe the smile from her face. 

Looking up at him, seeing the tip of his own nose flushed with a chill to match that of his cheeks, her grin widened. He still had his glasses on from class, a heavy cardigan on his torso with his curls still a bit loose from his morning shower. 

"What?" he asked, glancing down at her with a wide smile, his dimples and bunny-like front teeth on display. 

"Nothing, just looking," she muttered through the curl of her lips, "You're working tonight, right?" 

"I am, yeah," he sighed, "Sorry." 

Creases pulled her brows into a furrow. "Why are you sorry? It's your job, don't be sorry." 

"I know," he drawled, the same way he always did when she had to remind him that there was no reason for guilt tied to his line of work. "But, I was wanting to spend time with you tonight instead." 

Bumping his shoulder, her gentle scolding tone melted, "You know, I could still come over." 

A shy flush bubbled to the surface of his cheeks, painting him a deeper shade of red than the wind could accomplish. "You'd distract me too much." 

"I think we could still get through," she teased, her voice lilting as she bumped her hip against his once more. 

"Maybe, another time, flower," he murmured, looking down at her with an expression she figured was better suited to the man on camera and not the physics tutor he was during the day. 

"Another time, then," she agreed, pushing back the sudden need to squirm as his eyes traced down her form. 

Approaching the parking lot, her car in the lucky space close to the building, (Y/N) pretended as if she didn't cut her pace to make slower strides. She wanted an extra couple of seconds with him, even if it meant walking like the people she complained about on campus between classes. 

"Did y'still want me to call you before bed?" 

"Yes, please," (Y/N) answered, "If you're not too tired, anyway." 

"Never too tired for you, love." 

Thinking back to the first days of knowing Harry, remembering the way he struggled to meet her eyes or would flush immediately when she said something as simple as his name, it was hard to compare him to the version that stood before her now. Openly flirting with her and agreeing to another time where she could sit in on one of his cam sessions and distract him for fun. It was no wonder she had never seen the obvious signs tying the camboy on her computer to her physics tutor. 

"Get home safe, yeah?" he murmured to her, stopping at the bonnet of her car. Using his hold on her hand he turned her to face him. 

"I'll text you," she smiled up at him, rising to her tiptoes for a moment to press her lips to his in a small kiss.

Harry chased after her, unwilling to let the kiss end just yet. He won his reward of an extra peck before she started pulling away. He'd been late to his afternoon classes one too many times after walking her back to her car, claiming he just wanted to make sure she made it there alright when they really ended up spending time kissing until his cheeks were flushed. 

"Go to class," she reprimanded him, drifting away from him towards her car. 

Keeping his hand clasped in hers, Harry elongated that contact until he couldn't anymore, his fingertips grazing hers before they dropped to his side. "Love you." 

"Love you, too, H. I'll see you tomorrow." 

A toothy grin spread across his cheeks as he looked at her, his eyes impossibly behind the lens of his glasses. "See you tomorrow.

She gave him a tinkling wave as she stepped into her car. He would stay there until he saw her pull out of the lot, keeping to his promise of ensuring she started her journey home safely (he knew too many statistics about driving accidents to freely let her go without being there in case of emergency, he'd said). But, even as she pulled out of the lot into the main road, she could see him in her rearview mirror, standing with his hands on the straps of his backpack, wide grin on his mouth. 

There was the tutor version of him again; the one that was soft and smiley, shy and wrapped in sweaters. She was going to have to tune into his stream tonight to get the other side of him.

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While tuning into Harry's shows were something that she always found fulfilling, there was something especially satisfying now that she knew who he was and knew him as more than just a faceless crooner. Though, she could admit, she still felt a bit shy when she logged in. 

However, it didn't take her long to sink into the night session when she tuned in after putting away her study materials for the night. Checking the time, she knew Harry would be in the middle of his stream then, the temptation too much to ignore before she was logged in and watching him as he cooed and moaned for the camera. 

By the time his screen was pulled up for her, his tip meter was already full and over the edge, his shirt off and his hand wrapped around his cock though his boxers were still on. She knew this routine—it was one of her favorites, anyway; he was in the mood to tease the audience tonight. He was going to coax them into begging for him, asking for more of daddy before he would be so inclined to give it. His chest was flushed a warm red, complimenting the black tattoos inked on his skin. Blocks of muscle were bunching and straining, his abs shining with a layer of sweat. The camera had almost everything in view, going as high up as to capture the line of his throat before cutting off at his jaw.

Plugging her headphones into her ears, she heard the labored sound of his breathing, the rich gravel of his town heavy on his tongue, and the slick sound of his fist passing over his length. 

She had her hands on her keyboard, reading to type something out for him to test if he had his eyes on the chat, but she stopped short when he resumed talking. He was detailing out a fantasy for them, one she had never heard fall from his lips before. 

"Would you like that, baby?" he asked, words drawling and dripping out of his mouth, "You'd let me try with you? You'd let me play with your cute little ass?" 

Just out of view of the camera, he threw his head back, his breathing labored. She could see the stretch of his neck, flushed with his Adam's apple bobbing. His hand on his cock quickened, his fist slapping against his skin. 

"You'd let me do that?" he continued, his voice completely breathless with his chest heaving, "Let me fuck you from the back and see where else you could take me? Play with you a little?" 

With a fluttering blink, (Y/N) couldn't take her eyes off of what her Harry was doing on screen. Though he'd never brought it up to her before, it didn't take much for her to picture what he was offering for the audience. 

She could be on her hands and knees for him, Harry kneeling behind her with his thighs smacking against the back of her own as his cock sank in and out of her pussy. Her heart was in her throat when she pictured him spreading her cheeks apart and thumbing at the second entrance he was speaking up, the second place she could "take" him like he said. 

Is that something he wanted? He wanted to play with her, see what else he could mold her body into doing for him, see what reactions he could garner from her? 

"You'd love it, sweetheart, I promise. I'd be so gentle, so gentle," he rambled, his voice sounding airy and lost the longer he sat with his fantasies. "I can put in a couple of fingers, show you how good it feels. I think I could make you cum like that. You want that?" 

Her designated nickname pricked her ears. He didn't even know she was tuning into the show yet, having been frozen since he started speaking with no comments in her name being sent through the chat yet. He was thinking of her?

The idea made her thighs tense, her stomach squeezing into a tight knot. 

There had never been a time in her life that she had considered allowing anyone to feel around anywhere other than her pussy, but the thought of Harry wanting to feel and touch her everywhere plucked at something in her. Leave it to him to make even the most unappealing of things into something she could see herself wanting. 

"Fuck you everywhere, sweetheart, that's what I want" he groaned, the pace of his hand on his cock causing the band of his underwear to slip low enough to show off his length. "Gonna cum jus' thinking about it." 

Sucking in a deep breath, (Y/N) listened to his breathing hitch and shudder, changing to match the heavy pace of his hand on his cock. He really was going to cum, that much she could tell. His abs were tight, skin flushed, and the base of his cock tight from the sliver of skin she could catch on screen. 

"C'mon, sweetheart, tell me you'd let me try with you. Let me have more of you."

 His chat was flooded with responses, going way too fast for (Y/N) to even attempt to concentrate on. She could imagine it was filled with the confirmations that he wanted, dirty promises that any of these audience members would spread open for him at any given moment. His tip meter had well exceeded the goal amount, the donations and tiny messages attached seemingly only urging him on. 

All (Y/N) could give her attention to was the amount of times he uttered her nickname, asking her if she'd let him try his fantasy with her. That he promised that he would make it good for his sweetheart, that he'd be as gentle as he could be when sinking his fingers in and fucking her everywhere he could reach. 

She felt as if she were out of her body, watching as he plucked down the band of his boxers. His heavy cock bounced up against his stomach before he caught it in his slick fist. His length was wet and flushed, precum pooling on the tip and dripping down his shaft. She was sure her mouth had dropped into a gape. This fantasy had elicited that kind of reaction from him. Her tummy tightened at the thought.

Though she was aware he was talking, spinning a story for his viewers to be entranced with, (Y/N)'s own head was spiraling around her own story. 

Would he help hold her hips up when she couldn't anymore? She already felt full enough with his cock inside her, how much more would she feel with him like that? With his stamina, how long would he have her buried against the mattress, opened up just for him? 

Before she could even be aware of the moment, she heard a familiar gasp in her headphones. Her eyes refocused on the screen, Harry's cock spurting with ropes of cum. Strings decorated his chest, slicking over his tattoos in milky pearls. He groaned, chest heaving with blushing skin. His throat was bobbing, the skin stretched with the very ends of his hair visible on the edge of the screen. She could picture his eyes closed, lavender eyelids fluttering with dark lashes. His mouth would be set into a gape, a pinch between his brows.

One of these days, she was going to end up going to his apartment after one of his streams. It wasn't fair that he was able to perform like that and she wasn't in his bed at the end of the night. 

Harry recovered soon enough, cleaning off his chest and giving his signature send off for the night. 

(Y/N) was still far from joining him in that headspace even when the screen blacked out, his page settling for the night. Her brain was still where he was describing his fantasy, where she could picture herself on all fours for him. 

Replacing her laptop lid and sliding the device away, she rolled onto her back in the folds of her comforter. Staring up at the ceiling, she attempted to gather her bearings. 

Now that more of the lust and the initial intrigue began to wane, she was left with a question. 

Why wouldn't he tell her about this? Obviously, he had quite the feelings towards this fantasy, given the fact he was so worked up, cumming before she even really had a chance to catch up. Why was his first choice to share this with strangers on his stream as opposed to telling her?

To be fair, it was a rather intimate dream, even more than what they usually did with one another. But, considering the details of their relationship—her being an avid viewer of his before knowing his identity, Harry being an active cam-personality, as well as the time they sexted with one another before even knowing who they were—there were very blurry lines when it came to what could be "too much". 

She hoped she had shown that she would be open to trying anything for him, just the same way he is with her. 

Their phone call tonight would be interesting.

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"Hi, flower."

Snuggled in her duvet, (Y/N) relaxed into the mattress at the sound of his voice. "Hi, H. What are you doing?" 

"About to fall asleep," he shared, his voice decidedly deeper than usual, "What about you, love? Y'get all your studying done?"

"Mhm," she hummed, casting her mind back to the hours before she tuned into his stream. They didn't seem so important compared to everything that happened after she slid her textbooks out of the way. Harry didn't even know yet that she had been present during the show, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to tell him. A part of her wanted to wait and see if he would broach the subject of everything without her having to bring it up. "How was your show?" 

"Short," he laughed, the sound a warm vibrato, "I got too worked up and barely made it through a half an hour." 

"Yeah?" she prodded, hoping to open up the conversation for him, "What happened?" 

"Jus' m'imagination running a little too wild," he sighed, paraphrasing everything she had already heard through her headphones, "Thought about you a little too much, of course." 

The timber of his voice fell as he spoke his last statement, enticing her through the phone as if that was a hard task for him to pull off. His voice was what paid half of his bills anyway—his body handled the other fifty percent. 

(Y/N) felt a tad on the breathless side when she spoke next, settling back into the way she had integrated herself into his story; she could still see herself on her hands and knees, spread open for him with whines falling from her lips. "What do you mean?" 

"You know what I mean, sweetheart," he drawled, the smug smile on his lips audible through the phone, "You've seen the shows; you know what I think about when it comes to you." 

It was hard not to get wrapped up in his words. Even with the small plan she had in her back pocket, this being her attempt to gather more information about the fantasy she shared with strangers on the internet, it was all too easy to fall into that soft, velvet coated space with him where his words were like silk and honey dripping over her skin. He knew exactly how to talk to her. 

"Yeah," she swallowed, closing her eyes with her cheek mushed against her pillow, "But, was something different about today?" 

Harry hummed as if he were considering her question. This would be the moment, she figured. This would be when he'd bring up the fact that he wanted to try something new with her, lay her out on his bed and take her in every way he could. 

"I jus' think I miss you, that's all," he told her, deflating that anticipation ballooning in her chest. "I feel like 's been a while since I've had you all to myself, don't you think?" 

Truthfully, they spent the entire weekend at his apartment, studying and working on papers in-between cuddles on the couch and romps in his bedroom. 

"I think, we had all weekend together," (Y/N) laughed, teasing him some as if she still wasn't itching for alone time with him. 

"I guess we did, huh," Harry joined in, "Jus' not enough for me then, I guess. You've spoiled me, now I'm always going to want more." 

That declaration pinged in the back of her mind. He wanted more, that's what he's said in the stream. He wanted more of what she had to give him. 

"I can do that," she answered instinctively, her voice a bit breathy over the line. 

"Yeah? Gonna keep spoiling me?" he teased, his demeanor decidedly much more light-hearted compared to the creeping in of lust into her tone. 

"I'll try." She'd try to be everything he wanted, she decided. She was going to be the place he indulged and shared those intimate stories with, not the internet. 

A soft sigh sounded on the other line. "Y'always do, flower," he crooned before a yawn cut him off, "'M about to fall asleep, love, 'm sorry." 

"Don't be sorry," she rushed out, feeling guilty now that she's trying to extract information from him when he started the call telling her just how sleepy he was, "Go to sleep and I'll see you tomorrow, right." 

"See you tomorrow," he confirmed, his voice heavy and dripping, "Love you." 

"Love you, too, H. Goodnight." 

Harry shared a final goodnight with her before the call ended with (Y/N) left in her lonely bedsheets and the new facet of him she learned today. 

Her eyes shuttered to a close as she sunk into the silence of her bedroom. She hadn't been lying when she said that she would try to do that—be that—for him. Why he didn't tell her in the first place, wasn't something she could dwell on at the moment. She needed to focus on plucking up the courage to do what she promised. 

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"I'm still coming over tonight, right?" 

Harry's smile bloomed over his lips, dimples deep in his cheeks. "Of course," he murmured, dipping his head down through the open window of her car to press a kiss to the apple of her cheek, "Should jus' live there, if you ask me." 

(Y/N)'s own lips were curled into a soft smile as she looked up at him. This wasn't the first time nor would it be the last time she heard of this want of his. "We'll see," she settled, "Let me know when you're back then I'll head over." 

"I will," he smiled, pressing another delicate kiss to her mouth before pulling away. "I love you." 

"I love you, too," she cooed, "I'll let you know when I make it home." 

He murmured a small thank you against her skin before pulling away. He waved a goodbye at her as he stepped back from her car, giving space for her to pull out of the parking lot. 

Flicking her gaze to the rearview mirror, Harry nothing more than a cardigan covered figure that grew blurrier and blurrier until she took the turn to leave him out of her sight, (Y/N) could feel her heart rate spike. 

She had a plan. The idea of setting it in motion elicited that nervous excitement in her. All she wanted was for it to go along without a hitch, and spend a special night with Harry. 

When she laced this whole thing together the night before, she decided that when she went over that night, she wouldn't even really address what she had heard him say in the stream. She would initiate everything, pushing a little bit for the taboo idea he had shared, telling him that she wanted to try something new with him. She would tell him that she wanted to give more of herself to him. 

It wouldn't take too much convincing, she figured. She already knew he had quite the affinity towards the idea of trying out both of her entrances. All she had to do was frame it with all the confidence she could muster. 

And, maybe a cute set of lingerie she had bought with him in mind. 

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The soft sound of lips parting and coming together once more filled Harry's apartment, the television screen a plain black as (Y/N) didn't want to waste time playing pretend with a movie night or watching an episode of their show. Instead, she didn't take much time before she was climbing atop his lap on the couch, her thighs astride his hips and Harry's hands on her waist.

"Sweetheart," he sighed into her mouth, his grip on her waist tightening as if she would slip away without him, "I've missed you." 

(Y/N)’s own hands cradling his jaw, thumbing at the planes of his cheeks. Tipping her head in an effort to deepen the kiss, her tongue sweeping across his own, her nose the side of his own. "I missed you too, daddy." 

She could feel the way his title affected him, his cock hard and heavy against her own core. He used his hold on her as leverage to help grind her down against him, (Y/N) practically able to feel the ridge of his head and the pulse of his heart through the thin fabric of her shorts. His grey sweats left little to the imagination. 

"Say it again." 

Moaning into his mouth, a crease knitted her brows the further she sunk into the moment. This was her chance, she was vaguely aware of. She was so ready for him, she lacked those nerves that came with vulnerability and she doubted Harry would be self-conscious enough to deny any indulgence into his fantasies. 

"Daddy," she moaned, leaning into him that much more. 

Snaking a hand down his form, (Y/N) followed the line of his shoulder down to his forearm. She reached to grab at his wrist before guiding his hand down lower on her body. Harry pliantly let her move him until they reached the full of her ass, the plush skin denting under Harry's fingertips. She pressed back against him, encouraging him to grab and play with her just like he said he wanted. 

Harry was all but melting between her thighs. His kissing was growing lax and heavy, his tongue playing with her own in languid strokes. His heartbeat was racing but there was no urgency in the way he handled her. He luxuriated in every touch, every stroke, every grab. 

It didn't take long for him to bring his other hand down to match the first, gripping her bottom in the span of his palms. Her skin felt flush everywhere he touched her, making it easy for her to push back against his hands and urge him to take the more he had been searching for. 

"What's gotten into you?" he murmured, his voice heavy and watered down through the interrupting kisses. "Not that I don't like it, but you're being different, sweetheart." 

To his credit, she was definitely going out of her way and initiating more, asking for more, doing more than she ever had before. She was always perfectly content with Harry calling the shots and sinking into that persona he felt comfortable in when it came to the bedroom. While she wasn't planning on taking that power from him tonight, she still had an end goal in mind that she was willing to guide him into meeting her at. 

"Sorry," she answered, taking her lips to the corner of his mouth as they caught their breath, "I can stop. I just didn't realize how much I missed you, that's all." 

"No, no, don't slow down," he urged her, pulling her flush against him with his hands on her ass, "Jus' want you to talk to me. What do you want? What do you want daddy to give you?" 

Traveling down his neck, her lips never left his skin as she dragged a string of kisses over the slope of his throat. "I want to try something new," she whispered, hiding in his neck as she spoke. 

"New?" he clarified, his voice vibrating through his throat, "What do you mean, hm?" 

Was there a pretty way to phrase what she was going to ask for? (Y/N) wasn't sure, but she was going to try her best. As lusty as she was, she still was a little too shy for the more vulgar of phrases.

Instead, she pressed her bottom back against his palms, the ridges of his palms and the digits of his fingers could be felt through her sleepover shorts. "I want more of this," she told him, nose skimming his hairline with her eyes shuttered closed. "Inside." 

All at once, clarity seemed to move into Harry. 

Shifting his hold on her, one palm returned to the curve of her waist and the other landed on the back of her neck. He drew her away from her hiding place, forcing her to meet his gaze. 

The lush green of his eyes had been depleted into something dark and foresty, a thin ring around a dilated pupil. 

Fluttering her eyes in a blink, she dropped her gaze down to the swollen pillows of his lips. "Why'd you stop?" 

A lopsided curve tugged at the corner of his lips. His hand on the back of her neck shifted until he was cradling her jaw in his palm, thumbing at dip under her chin. "Wanted to talk to you for a second, that's all." 

Her heartbeat sped up in her chest, though no longer because of the lust she had feathering through her veins. "About what?" 

Amusement flickered through his gaze. "About what y'jus' said to me." 

Underneath her, Harry looked every bit the boy she had met in her physics course, the one that was too shy to meet her eyes and overly apologetic any time he had to scoot past her. He was the one that had tutored her through the toughest lectures and exams, willing to take his time and teach her things she wouldn’t have understood without him. She remembered him with flushed cheeks and chunky glasses, always warm under a heavy cardigan and a shy smile. 

But, he wasn't acting like that boy. He was acting like the performer he was on screen. He was coaxing and teasing her, easing her into spilling her guts and cumming for him the second he requested as much. It wasn't fair; he was too cute, making her feel so safe to let go and be whatever she wanted to be, but entirely too hot to let her hand a clear head. 

When she didn't answer, the cam performer continued, "Y'said y'wanted more of this, right?" He emphasized his question with the hand on her waist sliding down until he was warming the curve once more, fingers denting the soft flesh.

With a flutter of her lashes, (Y/N) gave a quiet nod of her head. 

Harry hummed at her nonverbal answer. He tipped his chin and pressed a small kiss to her lips. It was a distraction as he led both his hands to sit on her bottom. This time, he made a point of sliding them under the hem of her shorts, skin to skin. 

"What did y'mean by inside, flower?" 

(Y/N) bought herself time by pressing another lingering kiss to his lips. There was that bashfulness rearing its head once more. She would have to tap into his confidence if he wanted her to be blunt. 

"You know," she murmured as if that were a real answer. 

"Do I?" he prodded, smiling into their kiss, "Because I think it sounds like y'want me to play with your cute little ass. Is that right?" 

Her chest expanded with a shuddering breath. "Uh-huh." 

Buttoning his mouth against hers one more time, he shared a quick kiss with her before pulling away. His pupils were still dilated and warm, but something was decidedly softer when his gaze met hers. 

"Is that why y'seem so nervous, right now?" 

(Y/N) clammed up at his words. He wasn't supposed to be so observant. 

"I'm not nervous," she argued, her hands falling to the planes of his chest. 

"Yes, you are," he countered, just as sweet as he smiled up at her, "And that's okay. I jus' want to know where your heads at. I didn't know y'ever wanted something like this." 

She shrugged, dropping her eyes to where her hands rested on his chest. She could feel the hard muscle underneath the soft fabric of his top. "I only want to try it with you." 

"Yeah?" he said, sounding a little too cocky to be safe, "And why y'didn't y'tell me before?" 

Before she could think much better of it, the adrenaline and endorphins in her system doing their job, (Y/N) fired back, "Why didn't you tell me?" 

She watched as Harry's brows creased at her words. "What do you mean, love?" 

Floundering over her words, (Y/N) knew she couldn't stop here. She had already started, there was no way of stopping in the middle of it all. "I saw your stream the other night," she blurted out, getting it out of the way and off of her chest, "The one where you talked about this stuff." 

Realization dawned on him then. "I didn't know y'were listening to that one." 

"I was going to comment or say something so you knew I was there," she explained, "But I had come in halfway through and you were already talking, and I've just never heard you talk about wanting that before. I was... surprised."

"Bad surprised or good surprised?" 

"Good surprised," she admitted, peeking at him through her lashes, "But, a little bit bad surprised because I had to hear about it through a stream and not from you." 

Adjusting his hold on her, Harry held her with an arm looped around her middle with his other hand still warming her jaw. Hugging her to his chest, she had no choice but to look up at him and meet his eyes. "I wasn't trying to keep anything from you, you know." 

"I know," she reasoned, understanding that part of his job was that it was an outlet for some of the more vulnerable things he hadn't admitted aloud yet, "But it sounded like you were talking about me, and when we talked later you said you were thinking about me while you were streaming. If I hadn't been watching, though, I still wouldn't have known." 

He took in her every word, listening to what she had to say before speaking. "I don't want to push you too far, that's all. I like what we have—I like making love to you,"—the phrase always brought a smile to his face when he said it, especially when (Y/N) grew shy—"and I didn't want it to be any different."

Pursing her lips, (Y/N) attempted to understand what he was getting at. "So, you don't actually want to? It was just a stream thing?"  

"Oh, no," Harry stopped her, a huff of his laughter fanning across her skin, "I definitely want to, trust me. I want you to want it too, and not jus' because y'feel like it would make me happy." 

"I feel like we do a lot of things because we know it makes each other happy, though," she started, maneuvering her arms until they were looped around his neck with her fingers edging into his hairline on the nape of his neck, "I don't think that's a bad thing as long as we're both comfortable, right?" 

"You do watch scary movies with me," he smiled, drawing a small breath of laughter out of her lungs, "But this is a little different, don't you think? I don't want to do anything with your body that you're not one hundred percent excited for. 'M only happy if you are too." 

Rolling her lips between her teeth, she leaned into his hand on her jaw. "I am excited, though—I want to do this. I just wish you had told me first." 

"Me too," he smiled, "Promise I wasn't trying to hide anything from you, I was only trying not to scare you." 

"I know," she murmured, turning her face until she pressed her lips into a small kiss against his palm, "I'm not scared—you already promised you'd be gentle." 

His grin widened at her reference to his stream, surely remembering his own fantasy in detail now that she was offering it up. "I did, didn't I?"

 "Mhm," she hummed, using that hold she had around his neck to draw him nearer, "You said a lot of things." 

"And, you liked it." 

"I did," she confirmed, the tip of her nose grazing his, "You don't make it sound scary or gross, or anything?" 

"Yeah?" he laughed, tipping his chin until he could press a tiny peck to her lips, "How do I make it sound?" 

"Really hot," she admitted, "I forgot everything I studied about as soon as I started listening to you." 

Harry gave a disapproving hum, teasing her. Resting the pad of his thumb against the full of her lips, he kept her from kissing him again, leaving her to listen as he spoke. "We'll have to work on that again later then, won't we? Go to the library again for some motivation?" 

The reminder of the time they had gone to the library and Harry helped her through that mental block with his hand between her legs was enough to get her squirming in his lap once more. He had to know exactly where her mind had gone when she saw his grin stretch his dimpled cheeks. 

"But, I should probably take care of you now," he mused, finally slipping his thumb from her lips as he smeared a kiss across her pout. "Y'deserve it for being so patient and talking to me about what you want." 

"I do," she absently agreed, melting into him. She was willing to take whatever he would give. 

(Y/N) indulged in the pillow of his lips, parting her mouth and taking the taste of him across her tongue. It was easy to slip back into that place with him, where her thoughts were wisps and her desires were candles lit aflame. His cock was still heavy in his lap, right where her core was resting with spread thighs, his lips still swollen, and skin still warm. 

"I love you," he murmured on a breath, breaking away though he didn't stray too far from her with his forehead resting on hers, "Let's go to bed, sweetheart." 

She let out a dreamy okay, following after him once he had her settled on her feet, back towards his bedroom. They didn't bother to close the door behind them, in too much of a rush before Harry was roughly handling her to be tossed amongst the folds in his bedding. 

A bright peal of laughter fell from (Y/N)'s lips at the act, her eyes creasing and cheeks split wide. Harry climbed his bed with a matching smile, hovering over her. 

"So pretty, you know that," he crooned, dropping a kiss on the apple of her cheek before he began his own pathway across her skin. He followed the soft planes of her face, grazing her eyelids and the bridge of her nose. (Y/N) couldn't help the soft breaths of laughter that followed the more affection he piled on her. 

"You're pretty," she answered through her smile, placing her hands on his cheeks to keep him from straying too far once he finally rested on her lips. 

A sly smile on his mouth kept her from getting a real kiss from him. He was bubbling up with something, she was sure. 

"I know," he teased, "You think 'm pretty enough to play with your cute butt, so." 

"Don't say it like that," she whined though her complaint held no grit through her toothy smile. She made a halfhearted attempt at pushing him away, though Harry stayed right where he was above her. 

"Am I wrong? I seem to remember a certain conversation we had just a minute ago." 

She didn't bother to answer him, instead smushing her lips against his in a silencing kiss. It was a bit off center, not quite matching up with her nose smushed against his cheek, but that didn't matter much to either of them. Harry happily fell into the contact without a single complaint.

Soon enough the silly kiss had melted into something serious, warm and languid. He laid heavily between her legs, his cock straining against his sweats with her loose shorts doing little to cover herself. His chest was pressed against hers, heartbeats side by side with every breath marked by the extra push of his blocky muscles against her breasts. 

By the time her breath was taken from her lungs, Harry pulled away first. He skimmed his kiss-swollen lips over her skin until he was hovering by her ear. "Y'really want to try it out tonight?" 

It didn't take a second thought before she was nodding her head.

"We'll go slow, (Y/N)," he cemented, pulling away to match her eyes intensely, "Jus' tell me to stop if you change your mind." 

"I will," she answered, knowing he wouldn't move on until he had that verbal confirmation from her, 

He gave her a pleased smile before he dipped down and pressed another small kiss to her lips. "Flip over for me, sweetheart." 

The flames in her stomach pitched into a bonfire at his command. That had been exactly what she was picturing. Harry gave her space to roll onto her tummy, helping her move until she was on her knees with legs spread and cheek pressed against his pillow. 

"This alright?" he checked in, dragging his warm hands down the backs of her thighs. 

She nodded with a pleasant smile on her mouth. "This is how I pictured it," she murmured.

Harry's touch solidified at her words, less glancing fingertips and more weight on his palms as he caressed her skin and felt every inch of the plush fullness. "You pictured it?

Her ribcage practically rattled against her heartbeat as he started pulling down her shorts and panties. He helped her navigate pulling them off of her bent legs and ankles with the way her mind was too preoccupied. Why didn't she just show up naked? It would have made this so much easier. 

"Uh-huh," she breathed, answering his question, "I-I wasn't sure what you had in mind, but I hoped it was like this." 

Harry hummed, bending down to press a kiss to the small of her back. He pushed the hem of her loose shirt up, revealing more and more of her skin though they were both too in a rush to take the time to completely undress her. Soon enough, Harry's shirt joined her shorts and underwear on the floor, his sweats and boxing being all that clothed him for the moment. 

"I have lots of ideas, sweetheart," he murmured, starting a path of planted kisses on the hills of her spine. "We'll only get through a couple today, but if y'like it, we can try so much more." 

The promise that there was more he wanted to show her, more times that she would be wrapped in his sheets, more of him that she would accept without a doubt, was enough to get her pussy fluttering. 

Going down the line, Harry started kissing over the globes of her bottom, delicate sweeps of his lips over the sensitive skin. She couldn't help the goosebumps that touched her skin, unfamiliar with the feeling of anything other than his strong hands skimming this part of her. 

"Gonna eat you out first, okay, flower?" he crooned, his words fanning out across her skin, "We'll start there, and we'll see how you feel." 

"Okay, Harry," she sighed, trusting him from where she lay with her cheek squished into the pillow and eyes fluttering to a close. The only thing she didn't love about this position: she couldn't see him. 

A beat later, she could feel the warmth of his breath fan across her core. She tensed some at the surprise, feeling her insides squeeze knowing that he was that close. She only had enough time to register that exhale before the flat of his tongue was licking through her wetness. Her own breath was sucked out of her lungs at the first touch against her clit, her folds being spread wide open around the width of his tongue. 

Sagging towards the bed, she arched her back that much more for him, presenting any and everything for him. Harry wrapped his hands around her thighs, palms warming the tops while his fingers wrapped around to the side insides and dented the delicate skin. His grip was steadying as he pointed the tip of his tongue and explored her opening, her walls pulsing. 

An all too smug breath of laughter fell from his lips when he pulled away. "Feeling good, sweetheart? Tell me." 

"So good, H," she bubbled immediately, no other thoughts attempting to take over at the moment. 

"Who?" he pressed, his hands on her thighs tightening though he didn't dip back down to her pussy like she wanted. 

"So good, daddy," she corrected, all but keening into him, hoping she gave the right answer and would feel more of him sliding through her folds and tasting her wetness. 

"That's better, sweetheart," he praised her.

With that, Harry's tongue was once more slipping through her wetness. He smeared his tongue across her core, taking in everything she had to offer while leaving a mess behind, comprised of both her slick and his saliva. Wet sounds filtered through his bedroom, along with the heady breathing coming from her and the contented noises coming from Harry. 

By the time (Y/N) had her slick covering her thighs, enough wetness to make her worry she was going to start dripping over his bed (though, seeing as how he enjoyed making her squirt, she doubted he would have minded), Harry began focusing his tongue over her pulsing entrance. More and more slick wept from her hole as he pointed the tip and slipped inside amongst her tight walls. She shuddered at the feeling, her breathing hitching as she attempted to bring in a deep breath. 

Before she could even register that she was missing contact on her clit, his fingertips were pressing against the bud. Tight circles were drawn around the top of her slit, her legs beginning to shake now that there was so much moire to focus on but less room in her brain to spare. He kept his other hand steady on her thigh, keeping her from falling while simultaneously being her grounding anchor. 

Her wetness dipped down his fingers, tainting his palm with a thin glimmer. Harry pulled away for a heartbeat, his breathing heavy. She could imagine the shine on his chin and nose, the flush to his cheeks, and the way he would be staring at her with intensity in his eyes. She could feel that heated gaze as his fingers trailed through her messy slit. 

When he reached her hole, he lingered for only a second before he was skipping upwards. Though (Y/N) knew this was coming, she still felt her heart skip a beat, her breathing shatter as she waited with bated breath.

He brought his slick fingers to her second entrance. In an instant, (Y/N) felt herself tense up, the foreign feeling shocking her. 

"'S alright, flower," Harry crooned to her, his words fanning across the rounded globes of her ass, "Jus' relax. 'S only me, and 'm going to be gentle, remember?" 

"I remember, I remember," she muttered in a rambling blurt. Honestly, if she had been asked what exactly she was remembering at that moment, she wouldn't have been able to give a straight answer. 

Working her through that initial shock, Harry circled his slick fingers around the puckered skin, delving his tongue back into her pussy to give her something familiarly fantastic to cling to. Her legs took as she took in the duo of feelings, her clit being laved over by his tongue with a part of her she never thought could be stimulated now pulling the breath from her lungs.

"Still feeling good, love?" he asked, drawing away for just long enough to ask before he was licking through her folds once more. 

It didn't take a second thought before she was breathing out, "Uh-huh, uh-huh." 

There was nothing else for her to say—especially if she wanted to sound coherent. Though it was still odd, the feeling of his wandering fingers, every pass of his fingertips over the tight opening had a pulse ringing through her insides. The flames in her stomach were tight and warm, coiling into a burn. 

"I knew you'd like it, sweetheart," he mumbled against her pussy, "Told you I'd be gentle. Jus' wanna open you up a little for me to fit a finger in, is that okay?" 

(Y/N) felt her eyes squeeze to a shut, creases knitting her brows together. "It's okay," she breathlessly answered, half-parroting his words back to him as that was all she could process in the moment. 

A groan rumbled through Harry's chest, the sound vibrating over her core. "You want that? Want me to finger your tight little ass, love?" 

Until Harry, those words would have turned her off, had her curling in on herself and ending whatever encounter had gone south, but hearing the vulgar request in his dulcet tone, rounded with lust, had both her entrances pulsing around nothing. 

"Tell me you want it, sweetheart." 

"I want it, daddy," she breathed out, a short whine cutting her off when he thumbed at her slick rim, trying to spread her open just like he said, "Please." 

"You're doing so good, my love," he murmured, dropping a kiss to the sensitive crease just between her thigh and the slick spread of her core. "'M going to give you everything y'want. I jus' need you to relax." 

Bringing her bottom lip between her teeth, (Y/N) sagged towards the mattress. She thought she had been relaxed, easing into everything and welcoming his touch. "I-I'm trying," she whined, "I thought I was doing good." 

"You are, flower, I promise," he soothed her, another kiss to the slick skin, "Y'might be thinking about it too much, that's all. Y'need a distraction, don't you?" 

(Y/N) didn't want to be distracted from a single touch he gave her, if she was being honest. She wanted to feel everything, know where his hands were, and find what she liked most. But, she supposed she might be too aware of every graze of his fingers, her body instinctively tensing and moving. 

"I think you do, sweetheart," Harry continued when he didn't get a response. 

The bed shifted behind her then, his hand stilling on her backside before she could feel his hips pressing against her ass. His thighs were lined up against her own with his hard cock sliding through the wetness of her folds. 

A gasp fell from her lips, the tip of his heavy prick nudging her clit. She felt her insides pulse, including the already tight hole he was trying to work open. She keened back against him, slicking his shaft and the trimmed patch of hair at the base. 

Smug laughter sounded behind her, Harry sounding much too pleased with himself and the reaction he could garner from her. 

"Stay still for me, love," he instructed her, "'M gonna help you." 

The steadying hand he had placed on her hip disappeared then, instead fisting at his cock before he was nudging the head into her entrance. Slick with both his saliva and every weep of her wetness, he slid in with no problems, a wet slap sounding once he bottomed out. (Y/N) reveled in the familiar feeling of fullness, completely spread wide open for his cock to push through her tight walls. She could feel the ridge of his head, the length of his veins, the slight curve that aimed him perfectly at the soft spot on her walls. 

She would never be used to the depth he reached in her, remembering the way he had teased such a thing on a stream before they even knew one another. She had figured it was nothing more than fantasy talk back then, something to get his viewers going as well as feed into something Harry could cum to. Now, she knew that was all very much the truth, feeling the stretch in her own body as if he were nudging as deep as her stomach. 

"Better, sweetheart?" he muttered, rearing his hips back before thrusting forward. He kept her on balance with his hand returning to her hip. Slick noises erupted around his cock as he sunk in, his hips slapping against her thighs. 

The pads of his fingers circled her back entrance through his distraction, though her attention had trouble splitting between his heavy cock and the foreign touch. She could feel the way he did his best to gently spread her open, easing her into being able to take one of his thick fingers.

"B-Better, daddy," she cried, reaching blindly for this hand on her hip. She needed something gentle and familiar, she decided. 

Harry welcomed her innocent touch, lacing their fingers together over the full of her hip together though her hold was decidedly looser given the monumental distractions she was going through. 

"Good," he huffed, matching that of a particularly hard thrust he gave. 

In that same moment, (Y/N) could feel the tip of one of his fingers slide inside her untouched opening. She gasped, mouth dropping open into a gape. 

It was more startling than anything, the small intrusion causing her body to tense up. 

"No, don't do that, sweetheart," Harry gently scolded her, keeping the pacing of his hips as he fucked her pussy, "Stay relaxed for me. You're doing so good, no need to be scared." 

She wanted to listen to him, she really did, but she didn't know how to relax. All she could manage was closing her eyes, flexing her fingers around his own, and focusing on the familiar parts of his touch. She tried to right her breathing, fix the uneven shuddering and replace it with something steady and consistent. 

"That's so much better, sweetheart," he cooed, dropping down to press a kiss to her shoulder, "Keep going, love. 'S jus' me." 

While she didn't feel as if she were relaxing any considering how tightly wound her tummy was and the pulsing of her walls, she was happy to hear that she was easing up for him. Her efforts increased tenfold when that same slick finger pushed deeper inside of her, the knuckle of his digit catching before he could go further. 

(Y/N) couldn't have prepared for how full she felt with his cock running through her walls and the small intrusion of his finger in her backside. The pace of her breathing she had tried to curate, the even intakes and exhales, was thrown out the window the second she allowed herself to take in the full breadth of that feeling. 

She could feel him everywhere: the slap of his thighs against the back of her own, his hand in hers, his cock spreading her open, and his finger venturing into her ass for the first time. 

There was no room in her head for anything but him; no wispy thoughts or anything that could form coherent words. She was drifting through his bedsheets as he did as he pleased with her. 

With her attention only on him and he he felt, she could feel the twitch of his cock through her walls, everything stretched so tight around him. He barely stroked his finger through her back entrance, pulling it out the smallest amount before pushing back through. He was curating two opposing rhythms, leaving a part of him inside her at all times. 

The thought had a broken moan leaving her lips.

"Fuck, you're so hot, baby," Harry muttered, the burn of his gaze trapped on her ass, "Gonna make me cum just from seeing my finger in your ass." 

"I-I—" she floundered, unsure of where her mind was as well as the moisture in her throat, "I-I want—daddy." 

A particularly harsh thrust was delivered, the bones of his hips pressing hard into her thighs. Another tiny bit of his finger sunk into her backside, enough to have (Y/N)'s back arching. 

"What do you want from daddy, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice strained and thin. His composure was waning. 

What did she want from him? What else could he give her that she wasn't already reveling in?

"C'mon, love," he coaxed, though his voice was decidedly harsher than she'd heard it before, "Don't go dumb on me yet. I still wanna hear my smart girl talk to me." 

If he thought that would help clear her mind, he was sorely mistaken when she felt another gush of her wetness seep around his cock, her clit throbbing, and walls pulsing around everything inside. He could barely move his finger though the fact that she was aware it was inside was just as effective as feeling him slide through her virgin opening.

"Oh," he sighed, bottoming out with hard and fast thrusts against her, "You liked that, my love? I'll have to remember that, won't I?" 

"Uh-huh, uh-huh." (Y/N) nodded her head with only half of her attention on what he was saying. 

He pulsed his hand around her own, keeping her steady and with him. "We'll have to save that for next time though, sweetheart. I think you're about to cum with daddy, right?" 

That was what she had wanted. The last thing he could give her was his release landing across the backs of her thighs. She could only blindly nod against the pillow, her hair sure to be a mess by the time she would actually start to care about anything other than her lust-filled body. 

"I can't last much longer, love," Harry started, his words emphasized with the way he had to grit them out, "But, I need you to cum first. Wanna see you cum with your pussy and ass filled with me. Make me proud, sweetheart." 

For (Y/N), time stopped right there. All that she was aware of was the man at her back and the perfect ribbon in her tummy that had unraveled in the most spectacular of fashion. Her mouth dropped open to a silent gape, nothing coming out given the fact she couldn't take any air in. Her head was cloudy and warm, matching the rest of her body. Points of clarity came in the form of Harry's hand on her hip, the tap of his balls against her clit, and the sharp unfamiliarity of the stretch of her second entrance. 

That was the only reason she was aware of the fact he had pulled out. She mourned the loss of him inside her—in both places—until she felt him cum against her pussy, warm ropes sticking to her skin. The mess between her legs was now a perfect miss of the both of them, dripping down the inside of her thighs.

Aftershocks came in the form of lingering spurts from Harry, and (Y/N)'s walls pulsing around nothing. She couldn't be sure when she returned to the land of the living, but when the details of Harry's room came back into focus, she swore her vision was sharper. There was a joke about good sex there, something about Harry being her cure-all, but there was no way she could even attempt a tease at the moment. 

She knew Harry was with her once more when he dropped down to press a set of kisses on the small of her back. His hands were on her hips, one still holding tightly to her own, while the other kept her steady as she began to lose her balance and sink towards his bed.

"You with me, (Y/N)?" he murmured against her skin, his voice gruff.

Flexing her fingers in his as a response, (Y/N) gave a small nod. "I'm here." 

"Oh, love," he sighed, draping himself over her back, his lips pressing to the line of his jaw and soft of her cheek, "You did so good, I love you so much. Did that feel alright? I didn't hurt you right?" 

"No, no, I felt really good," she breathed, a soft chord of laughter swaying out amongst her words, "I think I almost blacked out." 

"Oh?" he sounded, his own peals of laughter following right after, "In a good way, right?" 

Letting go of his hand, (Y/N) brought it up to pat at his cheek. "In a good way." 

"Good," he crooned, pressing a gentle kiss to the palm of her hand before he started extracting himself from her. "I'm gonna get some things to clean us up, 'kay? Stay right here." 

He must think he's so funny, she thought, but she didn't have it in her to play his back and forth at the moment. He could win this round.

By the time Harry returned with wet cloths and a pair of his shorts for her to borrow, all of the slick release coating her core and the inside of her thighs had cooled. It was an uncomfortable feeling that he took his time wiping away. He eased up around her sensitive spots, apologizing with kisses to the backs of her thighs and promises to be gentle. 

"Did y'really like it, (Y/N)? Everything we did?" Harry asked after a moment, wiping down the insides of her thighs. 

She bit at the full of her bottom lip, unsure of how to articulate what she had experienced. "It felt weird," she started, unable to find any other word to describe how she felt, "But, I liked it—a lot. I think it helped since it was you, and I love you, but it was... good." 

"Jus' good? I thought y'said you almost blacked out?" 

Blindly swatting behind her, she landed her hand in the soft swirls of his hair. She playfully pulled at the strands. "I'm too tired to play right now, stop," she laughed.

Her reprimanding hold of his hair turned into gentle carding through the curls as he took care of her. A beat passed, Harry finishing cleaning her up before he helped her into her borrowed shorts. Collapsing onto his bed, her back bouncing over the springs, she figured laundry, including the clothes on the floor, would have to wait for now.

Hovering above her, Harry looked to her with his clear green eyes—the same ones she had seen that first time in her physics class after he had taken a leap and took the seat beside her. She would be eternally grateful he had the confidence to do as much, otherwise she would have never learned just how many greens were in his irises.

"Really," he started out, voice gentle and quiet like a secret, "'M really happy y'felt good. It obviously worked very well on me too." 

(Y/N)'s lips turned into an amused smile as she reached up and pushed back the flop of curls covering his forehead. "See, this is why you tell me things like this first—not the stream." 

It was a lighthearted tease that had his mouth splitting into a smile, bunny teeth and dimples on display. He dropped his head to press an innocent kiss to the tip of her nose, though it wasn't quite as effective through his smile. 

"I've definitely learned my lesson, flower," he murmured.

(Y/N) could only tip her chin and press her lips to his. 

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this is.....very different SHFUSHFSUH thank u sm for reading, thank you to whoever requested, sorry for any mistakes and if theres any other ideas anyone else wants to see please send them in!

[icanseethefuture333]

Celestial alignment: Pick a pattern in the sky

Messages to realign you with your soul path

Pile 1:

Shufflemancy -

Replay by Lady Gaga

JMK by Sango ft. Xavier Omar

Dog Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine

Ten of Wands, Eight of Cups, The Magician, The World, & Three of Cups

There is a call for you to let go of thoughts that are holding you back. There is something about repetition here that is preventing you from progressing into the next chapter of your life. You could be taking on the burdens of other people as a way to help them. Your guides are urging you to please stop. You are constantly making sacrifices for others when they aren't doing this for you. Your lesson right now is to focus on making yourself the top priority. You are always putting yourself on the back burner. Some people here take care of their family members or work in the medical field. It's understandable to be worried and to care for your loved ones or other people, but who's be concerned about you? Who is making sure that you are alright or have what you need? If nobody is there for you, then you have to be there for yourself. Start making goals or a list of things you wish to accomplish. You need to realize you are worthy and deserving of what you desire, start dreaming again, pile 1. The universe is waiting and ready for your call and demand. Once you have faith in yourself, the universe will be ready to make your dreams come true. A journey of peace, abundance, and celebrations will be coming your way soon.

Summary:

Change your thoughts & way of thinking.

Practice mindfulness & work on releasing limiting beliefs.

Learn how to include self care in your daily routine

Set boundaries

Think about what your goals or dream are

Make a list or a vision board

Research information on manifestation or spirituality that aligns with your beliefs

Pile 2:

Shufflemancy -

Bruises by Kelela

Brain by Mariah the Scientist

Omega by SAAY

Seven of Wands, King of Wands, Wheel of Fortune, The Aeon (Judgement), & Nine of Pentacles

This pile gave me goosebumps when shuffling - You have a very intense aura and strong presence, pile 2! Something about having to "fight" or the "brain" being significant. I'm reminded of this wounded emoji: 🤕. You could suffer from past trauma or have a mental disorder. I had to rewrite for this pile because it didn't save and I felt so frustrated having to write for this pile again, but it made me realize that this is possibly how you feel in life. You are constantly having to work with difficult circumstances without seeing any progress of the outcome. There were a lot of struggles that you had overcome and I am reminded of movie The Truman Show. His entire life was just programmed for him and he was forced to live a life he didn't want for the entertainment of others just so they could have a TV Show to watch. So I feel like people found joy in your misfortune and suffering, which I am terribly sorry for. The thing is though that was in the past and you don't have to deal with these people anymore. You don't have to pretend to be this character that obviously doesn't resonate with you. You can create an entirely new life, new self concept, new everything for yourself. Think of who you want to be as an individual, not what other people have labeled you as or want you to be. You have to start realizing that you are free to do as you please. Life can be like a simulation and we could all be considered avatars, but we don't realize is that we are able to customize our reality in anyway we wish. You have the inner strength and passion but you are just stuck in this survival mode that is not serving you anymore. It is time for you to move on and your spirit guides are being stern with me right now but they're saying "take this shit seriously". If you have a dream or goal you know you wanna do, take action and stop complaining. Stop with the excuses, the self pity, and the martyr complex. Once you start asking the universe for help is when you can start to achieve your dreams. "It's like clockwork". I am seeing that you feel that you're running out of time in life to accomplish your goals but I am reminded of Maddy from Euphoria when she said "Don't worry, this is only just the beginning". Your "shift" or soul purpose has only just begun and time is ticking for real now. I am getting a vision of someone holding a bright lantern in a dark cave and they are like making a come hither motion with their hands. So I believe this is the universe and your guides saying if you need guidance and you are unsure what to do or where to go or how to even begin the project you wish to work on - Ask them. Once you start asking the universe for help shit is going to change in your life dramatically because your purpose is very significant and it is going to be for the better of society but you have to stop being in your ego and acting stubborn because it is not helping you or anyone else for that matter. I'm not saying you have to be some sort of holy messiah or the rebirth of Jesus Christ himself, but you are going to be someone who will make a difference in this world. As you embark on this journey, it is crucial that you pay attention to the signs the universe or spirit gives you. It is okay if you make mistakes but you have to be careful and aware of people or vices that will sabotage you in the end. So listen to your intuition and notice those gut feelings. I feel like people will be giving you your flowers in the future, that could mean you will be someone who has a certain level of status, or this means people will show appreciation or gratitude for your benevolence and charity. You have this gift or tool that the universe has blessed you with and you have to utilize it for the good will of others.

This is a powerful message I channeled from spirit: "Others who have begun early are merely the matches that were chosen out of indulgence, for candles & waxes, the faster they burn, the quicker their ashes will fall. The last one to be picked, is the match that is the resource for those in need of hope and warmth when faced with the darkness."

Summary:

Use your intuition

Release the version of yourself that is no longer serving you

Embrace change & endings

The end of a chapter means a new beginning

Rely on your inner strength & wisdom

Ask for guidance

Focus on what it is meant for you

"All that glitters isn't gold"

Pile 3:

Shufflemancy -

Lemon by N.E.R.D ft. Rihanna

Starface* by Jean Dawson

Screen Time by Epik High ft. HOSHI

The Tower, Four of Pentacles (reversed), Three of Wands, The Sun, & Four of Wands

The pile's energy instantly chirped me up and made so happy! Its interesting how the piles are always so unique in their own way. You could have been or are currently in denial with your circumstances. It reminds me of Hey Ya! by Outkast. Go take a look at that music video or listen to the song if you're unfamiliar with it. It's a fun happy song, but the meaning of the lyrics are actually quite depressing. You could have this mindset of: "Y'all don't wanna hear me you just wanna dance!". You could be someone who is pessimistic and a downer, always wanting to look at things from a more "realistic" perspective. Although, your spirit guides are asking you to actually change this way of thinking. I actually see that you have a really bright and energizing aura! You could be really funny, pile 3! Your purpose could align with having a good sense of humor or being a source of hope and optimism for others. You could be interested in working in the entertainment field. Once you get past this, you will realize how much fun life can actually be! Your past challenges could also be viewed from a more positive standpoint. For example, the situation might have been unfortunate, but did you learn anything valuable? Or was there any positive outcomes because of that said situation. Reflect on your life experiences and lessons to see where the universe actually might have helped you dodge a bullet or blessed you with protection or love. You could also attract new people into your life who will make you feel a sense of joy and gratitude. This pile just reminds me of a fun summer day, where people eat watermelon or have fun at the pool. Another song I'm channeling is Summertime by DJ Jazzy Jeff & Will Smith. You will be celebrating and having a good time with your loved ones in the future soon. I believe honestly your path for now is to focus on happiness and sharing love and light with others!

Summary:

Have fun!

Make jokes that uplift people's energy

Focus on the good vs dwelling in negativity

Try to make someone laugh or smile!

Make plans for the summer

Hang out with your friends or spend time with family

Your past struggles are why you're still here. You overcame a great deal and should be proud of yourself!

[sharkboywrites]

Baldur’s Gate Astarion x FTM Reader who has poor vision?

Maybe a bit of hurt/comfort???

Astarion With a FTM S/O With Poor Vision

A/N: Okay so I don't really have bad vision so I'm just going off of what I know from other people. This also wasn't very specific so i wasn't sure how serious to make the lack of vision so I tried to go for some type of mid ground.

Being in this situation wasn't easy for the average person, but with your vision issues, things suddenly became a lot harder

All of a sudden you were out of your element and didn't have the accommodations you used to

You tried to hide it, did your best to appear as if your vision was completely normal, although it was clear to anyone who paid attention that you were struggling

You always left the reading to everyone else, always giving it to someone you think would do better with the subject matter like Gale, covering up for the fact you couldn't see well enough to read it

When travelling you always kept your eyes to the ground, making sure you wouldn't trip over anything

but it slowly became more obvious as you always made sure you were at the back of the group and tripping over clear obstacles despite always looking straight at the ground

Nobody said anything though, deciding it either was a touchy subject or that it wasn't worth their time

But as time started to go on, you started to struggle more, needing to be helped even if you didn't want it

It all came crashing down on you one night as you struggled to take your bindings off

You couldn't see clear enough to take it off, find the right places to undo it

But you couldn't just leave it on

You could feel the hours of having it on while travelling and battling starting to take it's toll on you, and that, combined with the stress and panic, started to make the tears fall

You sat there for a while, struggling to take it off, the tears blurring your vision even more, and hiccupping, trying to stay quiet

You couldn't stay quiet enough, and of course Astarion had found you

With his usual demeanor, you expected him to laugh, make a snide comment about your state

But to your surprise, that's not what he did

Instead he slowly kneeled in front of you, his hands held out in a question, asking if it was alright to touch you

At your teary nod, he slowly and gently undid your binding, it was the gentlest touch you think you'd ever felt

After making sure it was all off and you were well, with an off handed comment about needing to be more safe with your methods of binding, he gently slide your shirt back over you, not something he needed to do, but something he did anyways, an action that spoke more than words

He let you lean up against him, your tears and sniffling slowing to a stop

He wasn't very warm, being a vampire and all, but it was all the comfort you could ask for

His arm rested on your shoulder, the weight also helping you calm down

No words were spoken as you calmed down, but once you did, you explained your situation to him, and he was perfectly understanding

From then on, he's subtly offers to help you, but not in a way that would make you feel weak

He would let you try your hardest, encouraging you the whole way, and if you couldn't, he wouldn't make you feel bad for it

He also helps with your binding, making sure you're doing it safely along with making sure you know you have his support

While you weren't expecting Astarion's empathy and caring nature, you weren't complaining, he really was helpful

I'm surprisingly proud of this one for some reason. I wanted to get more writings done over my break, but I've been feeling very overworked still. I'll try to get more done, sorry if you've sent in a request and been waiting a while. ty for reading and have a nice day

[dreamwavesexploringreality]

Oh brother

Requested. Where a protective younger brother, who adores his sister, finds himself competing for her attention against her boyfriend, Chishiya.

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"Chishiya, I’m really sorry. I know we had plans to meet at the café, but I have to go pick up Ethan from school. It seems he’s not feeling very well, and since my parents are busy, I have to go," Y/N said hurriedly over the phone while gathering her things from the library where she had been studying for the past few hours.

The finals week was approaching, and although she dedicated a lot of time to studying, she often found it nearly impossible to understand and memorize the material as quickly as her classmates. Fortunately, her boyfriend Chishiya, who was in his final year of medical school specializing in pediatric cardiac surgery, usually found enough time to explain those things that she struggled with. Y/N had always admired her boyfriend’s ability to be studying such a tough and complicated field while still making time to create unforgettable moments with her, like that day he showed up unexpectedly at the study room and dragged her out, almost by force, to go to the fair that had come to town. Even though he complained the whole time, despite it being his idea, referring to the childishness and simplicity of the games, she knew it was his way of showing affection, and she adored him for it.

"Don’t worry, I understand," Chishiya replied simply and clearly on the phone.

"Okay, okay. We’ll reschedule for another time, alright?" Y/N sighed as she hurried out of the building.

"Yes, don’t worry." He reiterated.

"Alright... I love you," she said as she hailed a taxi.

"I know," Chishiya laughed, and hung up the phone. Y/N sighed with a subtle smile as she looked at the dark screen of her phone.

"Good thing I love him," she muttered under her breath before giving the taxi driver Ethan’s school address.

Barely fifteen minutes passed when Y/N hurriedly got out of the vehicle and went into the school, where she saw her younger brother sitting on a chair, leaning forward and hugging his stomach with both arms. She immediately noticed his furrowed brow and a shadow of pain on his face. Next to the boy knelt a man, not much older than herself, who seemed to be trying to have a conversation with Ethan.

Y/N rushed to her brother’s side.

"Ethan, how are you feeling?" she asked, ignoring the man and kneeling down to her brother’s level.

"Y/N!" the boy said as soon as he saw his sister, throwing his arms around her neck and hugging her tightly.

"You must be Y/N, Ethan’s older sister. He can’t stop talking about you in class; he clearly admires you a lot," said the man, now standing and smiling while Y/N did her best to stand up with her brother still hanging from her neck.

"Oh yes, that’s me... And you are...?" she replied as she finally managed to stand up and set the boy on the ground.

"Ah, sorry for not introducing myself. My name is Kenji, I’m Ethan’s teacher," he explained as Ethan tugged on Y/N’s hand, urging her to leave the building.

"Ah, of course, I should have guessed. Well, I’m going to take Ethan home. He’s not feeling well, so I don’t think he should stay at school," said the girl, looking at her brother who was still trying to pull her away from Kenji.

"Yes, yes. That’s probably for the best. By the way, maybe you should give me your number… Just in case the boy feels unwell again. I had to call your parents, and it took quite a while for them to get in touch with you... Maybe next time I could call you directly." The man said while smiling friendly at the girl.

At that moment, a whimper of pain escaped from the boy’s mouth, who had let go of his sister’s arm to curl up on the floor, clutching his stomach and closing his eyes tightly.

"I’m sorry, I don’t think there’s time for that now. I’ll take him to the doctor," Y/N hurriedly said, picking up her brother in her arms and carrying him out of the school, leaving the teacher with his words hanging, frozen in place and regretting his failure in trying to flirt with the pretty girl.

On the one hand, it was fortunate that the family’s home was not very far from Ethan’s school. On the other hand, it was almost unfortunate that, for some strange reason, the boy seemed to have completely recovered and refused to walk on his own while playing with Y/N’s hair and excitedly explaining how the superhero from his favorite show had saved the world in the previous day’s episode.

"Ethan… Are you sure you don’t feel any pain? We can go to the doctor and make sure," she tried to say as the boy vigorously shook his head and continued talking with a grin plastered on his face.

Y/N sighed, well aware that her brother had tricked her once again…

When they reached the family home, Y/N was in for a surprise when she found her white-haired boyfriend sitting on the front step. He was wearing that familiar white jacket she liked so much and had his head down with the hood up and hands in his pockets.

Chishiya looked up when he heard footsteps nearby and the babbling of a small child. Although he knew she had gone to pick up the boy, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat disappointed to see the girl appear with that little human who, for some reason, had been determined to keep Y/N all to himself.

"Chishiya… What are you doing here?" Y/N’s surprise was clear; when she ended the call that morning, she hadn’t expected to hear from her boyfriend until the next day.

"I figured you wouldn’t return to the library; it’s a bit far. I thought we could have our café date here." He stood up while glancing quickly at the boy who had clung to his sister’s neck, looking at him with a furrowed brow and making a slight pout over her shoulder.

"Really? I didn’t expect this at all. It’s a great idea, and it’s lucky Ethan is already feeling better. Come on, come inside." Y/N said with a broad smile, opening the door and stepping aside to let Chishiya in. Her boyfriend never ceased to surprise her.

Ethan sighed heavily as his sister carefully pulled him away from her, and the moment his feet touched the ground, he threw himself on the floor with dramatic theatricality, moaning in pain and letting small tears roll down his cheeks. Y/N wondered when her brother had become such a good actor.

Chishiya, for his part, couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and form an almost imperceptible smile on his face as he watched with amusement, leaning against the wall, at Ethan’s tantrum as he writhed on the floor eccentrically.

Y/N placed her hands on her temples, rubbing them gently as she tried to alleviate the pain caused by Ethan’s dramatic shrieks, and when Chishiya noticed that she was about to ask him to leave so she could take care of the boy, he decided to intervene.

"Hey Ethan, you know I’m a doctor, right? I usually carry some medications for emergencies… Want some?" Chishiya said with his arms crossed over his chest while approaching the child on the floor with slow, almost threatening steps.

The shrieks ceased immediately, and the boy looked up from his position at the older man standing defiantly before him. He remained silent as he watched Chishiya kneel to his level and stayed still while Chishiya stared at him intently. However, despite being motionless and silent, his eyes bore a contained hatred towards the man who had been occupying his sister’s time for the past few years. A pronounced smile appeared on Chishiya’s face.

"Although… Y/N told me you don’t like medicines. You say they taste awful… right? Well, it’s a good thing I also have an injection with me; I’m sure you’ll like this better, and it will make the pain go away quickly, won’t it?" Chishiya explained, smiling maliciously and pretending to search for something in his jacket.

This earned a sharp scream from the boy, who quickly scrambled to hide behind Y/N’s legs.

The girl couldn’t help but laugh at her boyfriend’s childishness. It was rare to see him acting so immaturely, a stark contrast to his usual personality.

"I don’t think it’s necessary, Chishiya," Y/N said, laughing. "I think Ethan is already feeling much better, right, sweetheart?"

The boy nodded with fervor while still hiding his face behind the girl’s legs. Chishiya stood up from his kneeling position, smiling with self-satisfaction. Yes, he had won this battle.

"Why don’t we watch something on TV? Would you like that, Ethan?" she asked, trying to detach her brother off her legs and bring him to the front. The boy stayed still for a moment and then nodded again, this time looking at his sister with puppy eyes.

Both Chishiya and Ethan sat on the couch while Y/N looked for the TV remote. Ethan made sure to keep as much distance as possible from the man, positioning himself strategically at the end of the couch and keeping a close eye on the older man, until Y/N sat down next to Chishiya, at which point Ethan scrambled over, almost desperately, clinging to her arm. Chishiya rolled his eyes while subtly letting his hand fall on the girl’s thigh.

"Well, what do you want to watch then?" she said lazily, seeming oblivious to the situation unfolding between the two boys and changing channels distractedly.

"Paw Patrol!" Ethan exclaimed excitedly.

Chishiya looked at the boy with boredom.

"Seriously?" the man said through clenched teeth.

"Paw Patrol, Paw Patrol, Paw Patrol!" the boy shouted enthusiastically while bouncing on the couch, still clinging to Y/N’s arm.

"Okay, okay..." Y/N laughed as she turned on the TV show.

Chishiya exhaled in frustration while Ethan settled on the couch with his eyes wide open and a big smile on his face. Yes, the boy had won this battle.

Suddenly, Chishiya felt Y/N snuggle up beside him, carefully resting her head on his shoulder and letting out a soft sigh.

"Thank you so much, 'Shiya," she whispered.

A smile of self-satisfaction formed on his lips. Yes, he had definitely been the winner.

© 2024 [@dreamwavesexploringreality]

[miumura]

SO THIS IS LOVE — HEESEUNG ONESHOT

“i’m serious. do you want to be my valentines?”

synopsis : Having a crush on a close friend was a nightmare of yours. Even though you didn't want it to happen, it did. You continued to crush on him in secret, not knowing he was interested into you too. If he asked you to be his valentine's day date, what would you say?

pairing : co-worker!heeseung x co-worker!fem!reader

genre : fluff, friends to lovers

featuring : sieun from stayc

warnings : mentions of overworking here and there (reader), pecks, lmk if i should add some more!!

word count : 5.4K+

author’s note : i def struggled a bit but i managed to complete it!! this took way longer than expected + 5.4K+ words??!!? that’s a lot then i planned but 😧😧 sorry if there’s any grammar / writing mistakes in advance! hope you enjoy <3

1 - A WEIRD FEELING

He was unique. You were drawn to Heeseung for no apparent reason. Love? Not your greatest forte. Although being in a relationship appeared burdensome to you, you were curious about what it’s like. What it's like to tell someone you love them. Or, how it feels to refer to someone as your partner. You had imagined being with Heeseung before, but your mind couldn't wrap around it. You truly ended up falling in love this time—you couldn't help it.

Only around him, you had a particular feeling all the time. Only with him, the butterflies in your stomach seemed to increase every time. Yes, you liked Lee Heeseung, a close friend of yours. You felt strange because you've spent your entire life rejecting affection. Why? It’s not like you hated it; you just didn't know how to handle it. It was way too overwhelming.

Have you ever had a crush on someone? Yes, but not any significant ones. They always seemed to not be interested in you anyways. It didn't bother you much. It was just that when you were younger, everyone would discuss their dates or talk about how much they admired their crushes. Although you were aware that you shouldn't feel upset, you still felt out of place. But, you knew love would come to you one day. Just one day.

And it did. Your heart keeps beating heavily for Heeseung. When you're around him, you always complain to your close friends about having a strange feeling in your stomach. Or how you felt yourself out of breath when you attempted to speak to him. Considering that he’s one of your acquaintances, it would be difficult for you to act normally around him. Your friends were shocked when you finally developed feelings for someone. At first, they didn't believe in you, and truth be told, neither did you.

You've never felt like a blushing mess around a guy like this. Your friends also observed how you behaved around him, so you realized you were in trouble. But it's alright, emotions can fade with time, right? At least that's what you hoped.

2 - ANOTHER DAY AT WORK?

At your home, you are currently scurrying everywhere. Were you about to be late to work again? Sadly, yes. Okay, but you stayed up late last night watching a show. Don't blame your alarm clock for it; it is ultimately your problem.

You made the decision to skip breakfast since you didn't want to miss the train. Fortunately, you managed to get to the station in time. You're lucky. 9 am, and the train is crowded, as usual. All the seats were taken, leaving you to stand up the whole way there. It's okay; you didn't care honestly. You only cared about getting to work on time and maybe even seeing Heeseung when you entered the building.

9:30 AM. You're on your way to the company. You finally reached the elevator and pressed the button, out of breath. As you walk in, you press the floor number where your office is located. A familiar figure appears as the door is about to close. To keep the doors open, you quickly press a button. Heeseung was the person in question. He releases a sigh of relief and thanks you.

"Thank you yn." he checks his watch, "I'm glad I didn't have to run and drop my coffee to get on the elevator with you." You both exchange smiles.

Heeseung breaks the silence, "Did you have breakfast?" His concern made heat rise up to your cheeks. It felt like he actually cared for you, with all the daily check ups he would do. Whenever he had the time, he would always shoot a text message to see if you've gotten home safely or had a meal. You cleared your throat and responded back.

"No, I haven't." you noticed Heeseung's eyes get wide. "Not even a drink?" You give him a no in response.

He shook his head and said, "You should eat breakfast, yn. How else will you stay energized throughout the day?" He was cute as you listened to him blabber about the importance of having breakfast.

The elevator door opens, you and him walk out at the same time. As you're walking to the office, he taps on your shoulder. He extends his coffee towards you, causing you to make a strange expression. He realizes you don't understand what he's trying to do, so he places the cup of coffee in your hands.

"Have it." You said before he walks away, "wait what-"

"You need it more than me. I ate already so, coffee is the least I could give you right now."

"No really it's okay—"

"I insist."

He comes to a halt as you are taken aback. He smiles as he turns to face you. "Just accept it. Think of it as my treat?” he waits for you to reply. You give a slight nod, making him smile. “Let's get to work before our boss yells at us." He motions for you to walk with him, causing you to rush over. He chuckles as you blush without his awareness.

3 - HE’S JUST THAT GUY.

You went straight to your desk when you walked into the office. You couldn't stop grinning about your short interaction with Heeseung earlier. Sieun, a coworker, noticed your cheerful demeanor. You didn't notice her sneakily go behind you as you sipped your drink.

"How come you're so cheerful on a Monday morning?" Sieun's voice jolted you out of your seat, nearly spilling your coffee on your shirt. She ignores your stare and settles back to await your response. You didn't respond to her, causing her to furrow her brows slightly. It made her think, prompting her to exclaim.

"Do you finally have a boyfriend?" she asks, pointing at you. You slapped her hand away, giving her another glare. "Will you lower your voice?" you asked, "And no, I don't have one."

Sieun sulks her way back to her desk. But, she's back in less than 5 seconds to question you. She turns to face you, making you wait silently to see what she wants.

"Do you like Hee-" you quickly cover her mouth with your hand. She notices your motion and slowly smiles. You quickly move away from her, pretending to sort through the stack of papers on your desk. "It appears that yn has a crush," she teased. In embarrassment, you groaned and messed up your hair.

Sieun is amused by your current state. She straightens your hair and assures you that having crushes is normal. "What do you like about him?" she inquired. You sat up and considered it. You were always asked that question, but you never really answered it clearly. Is it true that it was love at first sight? Not exactly, but it could be. His smiles? No, there had to be more to it. Should there really be a reason why you liked him if everything about him was perfect? Sieun flicks your forehead, bringing you back to your thoughts.

"Stop thinking too hard about it. You really don't even need to have a reason to like him. If you think he's pretty then there you have it. Even with no reason, I can tell you like him a lot. You guys would look cute together."

"Oh my god Sieun stop it."

"Just being honest!"

You fix your gaze on Heeseung, whose desk was in front of your row. You noticed him completely absorbed in his work, typing away at his computer. You noticed how his glasses complemented his face and how his black bangs fell over the eye.You liked the way he pushed his glasses up and his hair back when focusing. That was enough to convince you to fold for him. Who knew you had a thing for guys with glasses? Heeseung catches you staring at him, making him wave slightly at you. You immediately broke eye contact, cursing under your breath. You were caught staring at him once more. How obvious could you possibly be?

You're still at the office, overworking yourself yet again. It was always a problem for you, and it could never be resolved. You were passionate about your work. It was always important to you, causing you to work on projects weeks in advance or assist with important events. Your dedication had undoubtedly resulted in unhealthy habits, which you needed to solve. It was, however, difficult. So, you're in the office at 11 p.m. You sighed with relief when you finished your report. You stood up to stretch, then your gaze was drawn to Heeseung's desk. His belongings remained in their place. His work was still there and so were his personal belongings. Hm. Weird. He usually gets home around this time.

You go to make yourself a cup of coffee as you pass by his desk. You notice him near the printers while waiting for the coffee machine. You hurried back to your desk after quickly making your drink. Heeseung, unfortunately, observed your movements. He isn't surprised to see you working late at night again. Almost everyone knows you work the hardest; you certainly deserved to be named employee of the month. He's smiling because of your dedication to the team.

When he has finished printing his copies, he returns to his desk. Due to the cold weather outside, he notices you don't have a coat. He becomes concerned when he notices you packing your belongings. As a reflex, he grabs his jacket and holds it in his hand, wondering if he should give it to you. Was he always like this? He assumed it was just because you were his friend, but it could be much more. Why would he give up his coat for the sake of a friend? He has no idea; perhaps you are special to him. While you had an obvious crush on him, he was still figuring out his own feelings.

He approaches you, ignoring his thoughts. What exactly does he want from you now? You try to divert your attention elsewhere—it was unsuccessful. Heeseung hands you his jacket but you refuse. "There's no need, Heeseung—I'll be fine out there! It's also your jacket, I don’t want to take something you need. " You said in shock. "I drove here, are you taking the train? I just need to turn on the heat in my car. It's quite cold outside." He elaborated. "Unless you want a ride?”

He laughs at your nervous expression and as you take the jacket he offered you. "I don't want to be a problem, so..." You mumbled something. "Yn, you're never a bother. It's the least I can do for you once more." He returns to his desk. He calls you again while packing his belongings. "Let's walk out together and then say our goodbyes."

He walks alongside you while you finish packing. He rushes to open the door for you as you get closer to the exit. You shyly thank him before leaving. The silence is evident as you make your way to the elevator. The only sounds heard were the elevator opening and closing, so it's a calming silence. No one bothered to initiate the conversation, leaving him to fidget with his watch and you to fix the jacket he gave you.

Ding!

He waits for you to exit first as the elevator door finally opens. He comes to a halt and turns to face you. He smiles and gestures to his car in the parking lot. "It appears that we must part ways." He takes his car keys out of his pocket. "Will you be there tomorrow?" "Yeah... " you nod slowly. “I'll see you tomorrow. By the way, thanks for the jacket." Heeseung hums in response, “I hope you reach home safely!” He sprints over to his car, waving his hand. You chuckle at him and wave back.

You smile as you walk away from your workplace. The cologne scent was noticeable on his jacket. You couldn't believe he offered you his jacket, having you turning red not because of the weather, but because of his kindness. You knew you'd be thinking about it all night, let alone telling your friends about it. Just why couldn't he be yours already?

4 - THE JACKET

You've only had 5 hours of sleep. You didn't want to get out of bed because it was too cold. As you walked, you collided with your desk, causing you to groan in pain. You rubbed your knee as you made your way to the kitchen. Making toast with jam, you remembered Heeseung's words, “always make sure to have breakfast.”

You checked the time: 8:30 a.m. You dashed out the door, wearing the nearest jacket you could find. You had to wait 30 minutes for the next train. What else could possibly go wrong with your day? You've finally arrived at your workplace, rubbing your eyes as you walk to your office. You notice Heeseung as you sluggishly make your way to the elevator. You quickly fixed your appearance and walked towards him.

You greet him, and he gives you a surprised look before looking away, leaving you perplexed. Did you have something on your face? Did you look that bad this morning? He returns your gaze while clearing his throat. He pointed to your jacket after you made eye contact. When you look at the jacket you're wearing, your eyes widen from shock, and you become fully awake. His jacket is the one you're wearing right now. It’s the same one he gave you last night.

You decide to take the stairs before he says anything. As you rush up the stairs, you remove your jacket. You hear him calling your name yet you avoid him. You made sure you got into that office before he got onto the same floor as you. Sieuns, you were met with a familiar pair of eyes as you entered, out of breath. She looks at your exhausted state, confused.

You neatly folded Heeseung's jacket and placed it on his chair. Sieun notices, smirking slightly as you walk to your desk. She shuts down your laptop before you can begin working. You let out a sigh and locked eyes with her.

"What did you just walk in with?" Her voice had a playful tone to it. "It's just a misunderstanding. He gave me his jacket because I was going home by myself without a car." You confirmed it to her once more.

"It's clear that he likes you back!"

He clearly likes you back. Those words kept repeating in your mind, forcing you to think hard. Does he really? He was always such a nice guy; there's no way he only treats you this way. You were convinced that you were the only one who felt anything. But you never thought of him actually liking you. No, Sieun was simply trying to keep your hopes up. She’s just joking, obviously.

"No, he doesn't!" Sieun gives you a glare after you clear your throat. She thinks about what she wants to say before her anger takes over. This time, she was going to get a bad headache because of you—the roles had been reversed.

"What kind of guy gives you his jacket on a COLD—emphasis on COLD—day? That's only if you're in a relationship!"

"Please don't boost my ego up."

"I'm just saying you might have a chance! Make the most of February 14th when it arrives. Time flies by!"

Gosh, feelings are sure complicated.

So this is love? If so, you suddenly feel the need to explore it more.

5 - HE MAKES YOU GO CRAZY

Everyone else is clocking out except you. You're working on something for the company while Sieun packs her bag. "Yn, don't overwork yourself." She warns you before leaving. You hum quietly to her, knowing you won't listen to her words.

You look at your watch, and 11:30 PM appears when you click on it. You sighed and went back to work. To stay awake, you begin blinking frequently and rubbing your eyes. A quick nap wouldn't hurt, would it? You rested your head on your desk, dozing off within two minutes.

12:45 AM. The timer on your phone went off. You sluggishly pressed the snooze button and began to straighten your posture. You felt something heavy on your shoulders as you stretched from your nap. The scent of cologne is strong, similar to what you smelled yesterday. You're smelling things now, too? When you saw the black jacket, you grabbed the item from your shoulders. Didn't you just give him that jacket back? What was the meaning of it being draped over your shoulders?

Confused, you noticed a sticky note placed onto your laptop. You took the note in your hand, slowly smiling as you read it.

“Working late again? You should really take care of your health! Also, keep my jacket, it looked nice on you when you walked in today :)

Get home safely~

From the jacket owner!”

He surely knows how to drive someone crazy.

6 - THE MONTH OF LOVE

February, the so-called "Month of Love," has already arrived. There must be Valentine-themed decorations everywhere you go. Colorful hearts and pink and red themed foods begin to arrive. It was the month everyone was looking forward to—at least for the people who had been taken.

When you walk into the office, you notice heart streamers hanging from the ceiling and desks covered in red and pink paper. Everyone was chatting, which you'd assume was about their potential Valentine's date. Sieun appears in the distance, wearing a noticeable heart headband with hearts that can swing from side to side.

"You're certainly wearing a lot of pink today," you observe as you place your bag on your desk. "The company went above and beyond for this."

"I know right? They most likely did this to persuade people to ask each other out."

"Oh, Sieun, be quiet."

“Whatever!”

10:30 PM. People are crowding around the sweets-filled table. For the month of February, your company always provides coffee and other desserts. Perhaps it was their favorite month as well. Sieun is long gone—she went to get some sweets for herself. You looked at the crowd, unsure whether you should go get something. You open your laptop and decide not to satisfy your cravings. Someone eventually calls out your name in less than 5 minutes. You look around and see Heeseung approaching you.

He smiled as he placed a paper cup filled with coffee and a chocolate donut topped with the words "BE MINE?" written in pink frosting.

"I didn't notice you over there. So, I got something.” You stared at the sweets—you felt like exploding on the spot.

"Oh, and is that how you like your coffee?" He appears pleased with the sweets he chose for you, believing they were ideal for your tastes. "I remembered."

"How so…?"

"There was an elevator incident. Remember? My memory is pretty good—well in my opinion.” You nod slowly, looking at the cup, fighting the grin off your lips.

Before he walks away, you quickly call out his name. He's looking at you, waiting for you to say something. "I appreciate the coffee and donuts, as well as remembering my favorites."

"I see that you like chocolate frosted donuts! I'll keep that in mind for the next time." He gives you one last smile before entering the meeting room. You grabbed the coffee, it was still warm. You took a sip from your cup of coffee. It was exactly the same as before.

Heat began to rise up your cheeks and ears. "Don't panic, yn. Don’t. Remain calm." You returned to normal by whispering to yourself. Sieun shouldn't think of you as a blushing mess. Just maybe February was the month you were looking forward to the most.

The first week of February went by quickly. During that week, Heeseung would always leave sticky notes on your desk while showing no signs of making a move—or so you thought. You knew you shouldn't have had such high expectations, but you were disappointed. Maybe Heeseung did all of that because he considered you a friend? You sighed as you walked to the printer.

Sieun is the first to notice your mood shifts over the last week. She's right behind you, requesting that you print a few papers for her. She asks you a few questions as you slowly press the buttons to get the printer to work.

“YN, why are you so down today? Well, I mean for the past week?”

“Was it that noticeable?”

“Oh trust me it was.”

“Oh. Well, then I guess yeah. It’s nothing serious though.” You waited for the printer to print out the pages of your report.

“Do you have a Valentine’s date yet?”

You sighed and shook your head slowly. "I don't believe so. To be honest, I'm not sure." Sieun looks at you strangely, unsure what you meant. She moves quickly over to your side to whisper something.

“Aren’t you and Heeseung a thing?” You considered her words carefully. Were you? Do friends allow each other to wear their clothes, write them sticky notes with heart drawings on them, or even remember their favorite things? Yeah, it’s not uncommon. You've come to the conclusion that you're going to be nothing but friends to Heeseung. And, to be honest, you might be fine with it. Maybe. (You lied! You wouldn’t want to be stuck in the friend zone forever—nobody does).

You shrug and grab the papers from the printer as your response. You walked away from it with your friend. What you didn't realize was that Heeseung had been listening all along. He didn't mean to, he just needed to print some papers. Yes, he did hear a few whispers here and there, but not clearly. But he did catch you saying you didn't have a Valentine's date. For some reason, he is content and feels compelled to change that. This time, his heart is beating faster than ever.

7 - WAIT WHAT?

February 13TH. There is one more day until Valentine's Day. You could just ask him out at this point. You're only afraid of being rejected. The only advantage is that you'll finally figure out the answer. Should you approach him? Or not? You're nervous about approaching someone and saying, "Do you want to be my Valentine's date?" That’s just scary.

You were getting tired of seeing these heart decorations and posters with "Happy Valentines!" written on them. It's as if it's telling you to confess while knowing you'd be too nervous. But that's okay—another Valentine's Day without a partner is fine, right? You still had your friend! You tried to reassure yourself, but you kept feeling bad for no apparent reason. You've started to develop a dislike for February, which is stupid.

You're in the break room, leaning on Sieun's shoulder. You fixate on one spot while she texts her partner on your phone. You were bored; time seemed to drag on forever, yet the days flew by way quicker than you thought. "Why don't you ask him out?" she asks. You sighed deeply and shrugged. "I'm just scared," you say. "Don’t be! It's okay to make the first move every now and then." "That's the thing—it’s difficult to be the one to ask the other person out."

"What is it that makes it so difficult?" She puts her phone down to listen to you speak.

“Heeseung? He's far too attractive. Quite out of my league I must say. If I try to maintain eye contact and speak with him, I'm going to end up a blushing mess. I'd probably puke on the spot."

Sieun laughs at your remark, and just as she's about to say something, someone walks in. When you see Heeseung walk in, you let out a quiet gasp. Oh, how you hoped he didn't hear what you were saying. You noticed him standing there awkwardly, as if he wanted to say something. "May I speak with you, yn?" Your friend pushes you in his direction, wishing you luck. You followed him out of the room, dragging your feet across the floor, unsure what would happen next.

You find yourself in a different room, with just you and him. You wiggle your fingers as you wait for him to say something. You noticed his ears turned red, is it that hot here? You can tell he's nervous because he cleared his throat. But why so?

"Okay, so where do I begin?" He sighs, which makes you nervous. Was he going to turn you down even if you didn't ask him out? "Would you like to be my Valentine's Day date?"

You were dumbfounded. Did you hear that right? Your heart began to pound—you couldn't hear your voice over the sound. You clear your throat as you notice him waiting for your response.

“Are you serious? Like you’re not joking?”

“I’m serious. Do you want to be my Valentine’s?”

Before you let that opportunity go to waste, you quickly nod. When you accept his confession, he smiles and breathes a sigh of relief.

"Wait- so you've always had a crush on me?" You asked him a question, and he nodded in response.

"I’m assuming the donut wasn’t enough? Sorry about that. Thought my signals were clear—I guess not.” He chuckles a bit. “I overheard your conversation with Sieun about not having a date, so I seized the chance to." He maintains eye contact with you.

"I was terrified, just like you. I'm afraid of being rejected. But I heard you mention me in that break room, which took away all my worries." Your stomach started forming butterflies as you watched his big smile form.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting.” Your stomach begins to churn with butterflies, just as it did when you first met him. You thoroughly enjoyed this sensation. You wished this kind of feeling would never leave you, especially around Heeseung.

“Let’s go back to the office together?” You nod, walking next to him.

“So, did you mean what you meant back there? You know, me being attractive.”

“Oh god, please don’t bring that up. I’m embarrassed.”

“Don’t be! And to be honest, you’re way out of my league. Can’t believe I’ll spend Valentine’s Day with someone like you.”

“Is this your way of making me feel good about myself?” You giggled at his words.

“A pretty lady deserves all the compliments, don’t you think?”

You notice your friend giving you a thumbs up as you blush over Heeseung's remarks. You give her one back, indicating that the conversation went well. She rushes up to you and interlocks arms with you. You motion to Heeseung while Sieun drags you away. He chuckles and waves back.

"You're going to have to explain what happened." Sieun rushes over to your desks, eager to hear everything that occurred earlier.

You were a happy mess—even when you got home, you couldn't stop smiling. Finally, you like February and the entire holiday, February 14. Maybe this is your favorite month right now. February 13, the day he asked you to be his date. It has to be fate.

8 - THE SPECIAL DAY.

You got up extra early to prepare. You were only doing it to look good for yourself—and maybe for him as well. You were putting different outfits together, unsure of what to wear. Should you dress comfortably? Perhaps just put on some jeans and call it a day? Or how about a simple dress? You dug deeper into your closet, hoping to find a suitable outfit.

You decided to wear a heart-printed dress to get into the Valentine's Day spirit. You completed the look with a flounce shirt, pearl earrings, red heels, and a white headband. You were certain that everyone would be dressed up, so you didn't have to worry about being the odd one out. Putting on one swipe of lip gloss, you walked out the door. You were way too excited for today.

You were in such a good mood. As you walked by, you smiled and said hello to everyone you saw. You even whistled a love song as you passed through the city. As you waited for the elevator, you hummed your favorite song. Someone tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned to face Heeseung. He was dressed simply in a buttoned-up shirt and black pants. He wore the same glasses that made you smile every time you made eye contact.

The way he walked over with gifts for you in his hand made him look great. You stared at the rose bouquet, the letter peeking out, and the box of chocolates he got you. He hands them to you with care, pleased that you are pleased with what you have received.

“You look great today.” He says this with a visible flush on his face. He couldn't keep his gaze fixed on you for long. You thank him and even compliment him on his appearance today. He was more nervous than you thought, despite his adorable appearance.

You walk into the office together, eliciting teasing and oohs from everyone. You saw Heeseung's friends congregate around him, congratulating him. You approached Sieun and placed the gifts on your desk. She looks at you in awe, admiring how well you put together your outfit.

"You look stunning, YN!!" she exclaims, causing you to smile. "Heeseung is a lucky guy."

“Oh stop it Sieun. You look great too! I’m jealous of your partner~” You make a lighthearted remark. She lightly hits your shoulder before pulling you into a hug.

"I'd be keeping my eyes on you if I were Heeseung."

"To be honest, nobody here could beat him."

"All right, loyal lady—we love to see it." You smiled as she spoke. "Let's go get some more sweets!" Sieun made certain that you were coming along this time.

Heeseung tried to stay with you as much as possible throughout the day. Whenever he needs to go into a meeting room for a quick discussion, he quickly places a sticky note on your laptop. You'd always smile when you saw his doodles or kind words. He would always try to make eye contact with you and would be all giggly when you paid attention to him. How can someone be this perfect? Ask Heeseung that.

It's already 11:00 p.m., and he persuaded you to leave at the same time everyone else did. "If you don't mind, I'll drive you home." You nod and slip your laptop into your tote bag. You grab the gifts he gave you and trail him behind. He opens the car door for you, ensuring your safety. He rushes over to the driver's seat and starts the engine.

You were able to maintain a conversation in the car. Heeseung would ask you random questions, and you'd respond with an answer—you did the same. The advantages of working together for a long time. You were laughing the entire time. He comes to a complete stop because of the red light. The only sound was soft music coming from the radio. You both look at each other, intending to do something.

“May I?” He asked for consent. You said yes, prompting him to give you a quick peck on the lips. When the light turns green, he smiles and resumes driving. It's as if he's finally accomplished a major goal of his. Did he actually just kiss you? So quickly? He's a dream come true. You looked out the car window shyly, surprised at how beautiful the night sky looked with all the tall buildings.

He arrives at your apartment and parks nearby. "We've arrived." He looked disappointed, as if he wished he could have spent more time with you. You asked him one last question before leaving his car.

“What are we?” He responds quickly to your question with a smile.

"My love, let's go on a proper date tomorrow." You flushed as a result of the sudden nickname. “My love?” He sees you cockily raise your brow, laughing at your reaction. "Does that mean yes?"

"Of course," you says. You return your gaze to his. You moved closer to him to kiss his cheek. "Not on the lips?" he says with a big smile.

"Bye, Heeseung." He laughs at your quick reaction. He watched you enter your apartment safely before driving away once you were inside. He couldn't stop smiling, and you couldn't either. He couldn't wait to meet you on a date. He made sure he arrived home safely so he could call you.

So this is love. You finally found the answer you were looking for. The event you'd been waiting for your entire life finally occurred. Younger you would’ve been shouting in joy (I mean, who said you weren’t doing the same thing right now?) You wished that this moment would never end. You wish your relationship with Heeseung was still full of love. It just so happened that it did. What does it feel like to finally have your happily ever after? It’s great isn’t it?

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Hi! Can I request for headcanon with the Itoshi brothers, nagi or chigiri which they are teaching their children football? Thank you!

𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔❦︎

╰┈➤ ❝ [let me pass down my dream to you alright?] ❞

Headcanons for:

Itoshi Brothers (seperately), nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma,

Sorry if it's not what you asked for. I'm still new to request...

Itoshi Rin

When he found out his daughter was interested, you swore you saw stars sparkling in his eyes

So when they got started you must say rin was quite rough on her but yet he was careful

To think rin would be a good coach was surprising

You were happy for rin though...I mean since he lost the opportunity to share a dream at least he gets to past it down

But what you don't like is when the two of them won't catch a break

Almost everytime you tell them to rest both of them would say "not now, we're still training love/mom" or "wait we still have to perfect our goals,"

It annoys you alot but you can't really say anything as it seems like your daughter inherit her dad's stubbornness

I swear everytime they train it just gets more stressful for you to watch and wait

Rin teaching her was practically not even beginner stuff, like for example he would try to get her do one of the hardest tricks

And the older your daughter gets, the more she becomes like her father

Istg I think the thing that frustrated you the most was when rin told her to disguise as a boy to play in the national teams..

"(Daughter name) you should disguise as a male and then we can put an effort—"

"WHAT NO RIN LOVE NO!"

"what a brilliant idea dad!"

That wasn't the only thing that frustrated you...Another was when rin told her that he'll try to get in contact with his ex mentor for her...

"(daughter name) what about I get help from my ex mentor?"

"ooh you mean that ego guy?"

"yes exactly that could work,"

"rin my love..I don't want our daughter to be stuck in a football jail and having you train her is enough..."

"but I did, what's wrong with our daughter doing the same thing?"

Yep you're happy yet frustrated with dealing with both your daughter and your husband...most of the time

But of course you love them, just have a struggle in putting up to them

Nagi Seishiro

Nagi played football because of reo bringing him in, so that's when he decided to get his son to do the same thing

So when they first started, I think nagi had a hard time to convince his son

After all his son is exactly like him (nagi 2.0 youd like to say)

But after your son took a lot of consideration it kinda worked.

Although most of the time when nagi teaches him, he gets tired himself

And guess who takes over? Yep reo. Reo stops by to help sometimes

His son calls it unfair tho knowing he can't take a break but his father can

But most of the time, it's nice to see them bonding! Cause it's quite rare

"c'mon you two we have more to do!"

"I agree with reo on this one, you can't just lay down there and play games!"

"huh why not, dad and I are tired.."

"mm yeah..just let us have a break.."

Itoshi Sae

Okay sae and his son, are both very blunt people

So when you heard your son in the bluntess way possible ask his dad to teach him to play football

Both you and sae weren't expecting it. Your jaw dropped.

I mean if your son is going to play football now..just imagine how much pain you will deal with both sae and him

Now don't get me wrong, you love how sae is willing to teach him

But you know the training isn't going be harsh

But what surprises you is that your son doesn't complain and just told you the way sae trains him is right

But you're honestly happy because you don't really see your son bonding with your husband alot since he's mostly overseas

But when sae does get back, the two end up practicing. You wonder how they managed to have so much energy.

"okay let's try to perfect your dribbling next"

"Sae Mon amour.. that's enough it's been 2 hours and half,"

"I'm sorry mi vida but it's not up to you..what do you think (s/n)?"

"let's just get this over with,"

Yep..most of the time your soul almost does end up getting out of your body...

Chigiri Hyoma

Chigiri having twins? One girl and one boy? And both of them ended up asking him to teach them to play football

Let's just say he was surprised

You weren't...it was you to blame since you showed them how their father plays on the field

But chigiri does end up teaching both of them

It's sweet how chigiri trains them,he's not really hard on the two, just a little bit hard but yeah

He mostly tells them to focus on their speed...

He does teach them dribbling as well as others but not that much, he doesn't want to give them pressure

He also shown them a few tricks just to entertain them at first but did end up teaching them

And when they do take a break or just end their session, the kids would whine but somehow he manage to convince them

"alright its getting late now so we'll end it here okay?"

"but we'll still train tommorow right?!"

"yeah we are right?!"

"well you're father is quite busy so if he does have the time he might?"

"oh not to worry darling, I'll be sure to find the time"

Reblogs are highly appreciated

Do not claim as your own

(my ask box is free to be spammed, request are excepted but might be shortly delayed as I have other works to finish)

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A Day Just For Them

Blitzø sat at the table in his tiny apartment. His thoughts from the argument with Stolas still refusing to leave his mind.

Fuck it. He thought as he rifled through the fridge for his Belzejuice but it didn't turn up. He must've already drank it. Or maybe Loona drank it

Oh well, he'll just have to wallow in self pity while sober. He sat down and poured himself some cereal

The silence while Loonie slept in was usually so peaceful but now it felt so lonely. More lonely than ever before

Stolas struggled to find the motivation to get out of bed. Via was visiting today. He needed to be up and ready to greet her (and to pretend like everything was fine)

Why was Via supposed to be over today? It was the weekend wasn't it? She was supposed to spend weekends with her mother. Not that he didn't want to see her but he wasn't sure how well he could put on a happy face for her

Although that's what he'd been doing for years

Why was she coming today? His brain was so foggy and tired he couldn't seem to remember what was so important about today

He really didn't want to forget something important to Via again after Esther thoughts tears when she ran off with his book

He felt terrible that it was he who compelled her to do that

So with all the strength he could gather he groaned and got out of bed

Blitzø sat there letting his cereal get soggy when he saw Loona exit her room. Oddly enough she was already dressed

That was unusual. He didn't think much of it though

"Alright espresso depresso, get dressed and let's get going" she said as she stretched

Blitzø blinked obliviously. "Going where?"

"To your father's day surprise"

Oh shit! That's right it was Father's day!

Stolas put on his usual wear and took his morning meds. He stepped outside to see the limo pulling up.

He took a deep breath and forced a smile and waved

Via jumped out of the car and joyfully bounced over to him. She seemed to be in a good mood

Anxiety spread over him at whatever it could possibly be that he had promised to with her today and how she would take the news that he forgot

She ran into his arms

"Hey dad! Happy Father's day!"

Stolas almost tripped over his words

"Th-thank you... Via. I'm glad you're here"

Of course! It was Father's day! That's why she was here. He didn't know what they would do together but maybe it would actually be quite nice

He could use a little love today

Blitzø ran into 3 different signs and a telephone pole with his blind fold on as Loona was not putting a lot of effort into leading him

But he was actually a little excited. He could use a distraction. And it had been a while since him and Loona did something fun together

"Alright, check it out" Loona said casually

Blitzø began to take his blindfold off but as he was doing so heard a noise. A noise that sounded like a certain animal

A noise he knew anywhere

"No way! That's not what fucking think it is. Is it?" He rushed to take off his blindfold. His eyes practically bulged out of his sockets when he seen it

A ranch filled with horses

Wait! Were they in the wrath ring?

"Ta da!" She said not so enthusiastic although she was smiling at him

"It's a whole day across the mountain on horseback" she explained

He began to tear up. "Loonie you did this for me!?!" Loona groaned in an annoyed tone "don't cry" she complained

Blitzø whiped his tears away "right yeah sorry. I'm just... I needed this. Oh my God Loona you have NO IDEA how much I needed this."

Loona smiled "I think you'd be surprised. I kinda had a feeling. Now pick out your horse for the day"

Stolas had managed to find something for them to do together. Put put. Then he had decided to get them a last minute reservation at a restaurant he knew she liked. Being royalty had its perks

Via just seemed happy to be with him. "Dad you didn't have to go through this trouble. This is my day to do something for you" she spoke appreciatively as they sat down at the restaurant

"I know, I know. But nothing makes me more happy than to see that smile. That's the best gift I could get today" he cupped her cheek with his hand as he said it

"Well dad. I did get you another gift if you would like it now" she began to pull something out of her bag

Stolas's eyes lit up in anticipation.

Via reached in and pulled out a present in a box and wrapped up with a bow on it

"Oh Via you really didn't have to do this" he said with excitement as he carefully opened the present

His glee on his face fell when he saw his gift

In the box, was a book entitled "memories with dad"

He carefully opened it to see it was filled to the brim with pictures of him and Via together. A lot were taken from her hellphone. There were funny and lighthearted captions on some of them

He was too stunned to speak

"Is it alright dad? I know it's not the most expensive gift but I-" she was cut off by him hugging her as tight as he could

"This is the greatest gift! Thank you so much! I think I have a new favorite book" he said as he began to flip through more of the pages

After Blitzø FINALLY decided on a horse they were off. Blitzø decided to call this beautiful baby "little lawnmower". Loona didn't have the heart to tell him it's name was "Sunny". She picked out a big white horse with a fiesty attitude named "Phantom"

They rode up and down a windy path to the top of a tall mountain. The view was gorgeous so of course Loona wanted to snap a pic with Blitzø for Father's day

They took a photo and Loona immediately tried to post it.

"Shit! No signal up here. I guess I'll have to post it on sinstagram later" she noted.

Blitzø looked on to see two eagles building a nest together

He begins to tear up

Loona looks over "hey Blitzø I said no crying"

Blitzø tries to calm down "sorry, it's just... did you know eagles mate for life?"

"I did not know that" she responded

"Even after they grow old and get fat or ugly! They stay together. They stay together cause they want to" he broke down crying

Loona pulled him in and comforted him as he cried in her arms

"Big. Beautiful. Dumb bird!" He sobbed.

"You should talk to him" she replied

"He doesn't wanna see me." He mumbled

"I think you should still try. I don't wanna become your tissue every time you see something that reminds you of him. Now go."

She was right. He was gonna make it right.

Blitzø hopped onto Little Lawnmower and took off. He was gonna make it right. He was gonna talk about his FEELINGS like a FUNCTIONAL PERSON! And it was gonna super romantic him riding in on a horse

He took out his phone to see Loona's post finally up...

On top of the world with my dad on Father's Day

He did feel like he was on top of the world

And he didn't want this feeling to go away

Ever

[2737377474883]

Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Lena thinks Y/n is transferring to Lyon…

English is not my native language. Sorry for incorrect grammar and spelling.

I´m finally sitting on my sofa, a bowl of pasta in one hand and the remote and a fork in the other. Ready to start my favourite movie and enjoy my dinner all by myself. I really need this right now. The last few weeks were quite stressful. We travelled a lot to important matches, done a lot of media stuff and besides that I had to finish an essay for my writing class. I press the play button, place the remote on the little living room table and lean back into the pillows. I can feel how my muscles relax for what feels like the first time in weeks. I take a bite of my pasta and grin a little at myself. The pasta was even better than expected. It was something I craved for weeks. Not only the pasta but some time for myself. Don´t get me wrong I love my girls, but they can be quite a lot sometimes. I wiggled a little from side to side to get into the most comfortable position on my sofa.

I hear my phone ring and frown a little. Who has the audacity to disturb my much-needed movie night. I reach my hand out to take my phone from the table, but my arm is just a few centimetres too short. Amazing now I must leave my perfectly comfortable position to pick up my phone. I´m finally able to take my phone and answer the call.

“Hey Poppi, are you alright mate?”

“I´m fine thank you, but this is not about me it’s about Obi.”

“What´s going on? Is she alright? Is she hurt?”

“She´s not hurt, well not physically. I´m calling you because I noticed that she was a little off today and I asked her about it, but she didn´t want to talk about it.”

“Oh, I hope she is doing alright.”

“I just wanted to ask you if you could check on her for me, I´m kind of busy right know.”

“Yeah, of course I will see what I can do.”

“Thank you, Y/n, you´re my saviour.”

“No problem. Calm down, everything is going to be alright.”

I´m about to text Lena when I´m disturbed again. What´s wrong with people these days, you can’t do anything you want without someone disturbing you. This time I´m disturbed by the doorbell. I groan out loudly and try to free myself from my blanket to make my way to the door. I´m struggling not to fall while climbing down from my sofa and the ring doesn’t stop.

“You are starting to annoy me, one day I will rip out that bloody doorbell I swear to god!”

I surprisingly can make my way into the corridor without tripping over a pillow. I make my way to the door, I´m ripping it open ready to yell at the person to fuck off. But when I open the door and am about to start complaining I see the person in front of me.

It´s Lena, to be specific its Lena Sophie Oberdorf soaking wet and probably freezing. My eyes meet hers. Her eyes are red and puffy.

She looks at me and I can see that she wants to tell me something but is struggling to actually say it. I furrow my eyebrows. To be honest I´m quite confused.

I shake my head to get rid of all the thoughts in my head and pull her inside by the sleeve of her hoodie. I close the door behind us and am about to ask her why she isn´t wearing a jacket when I hear her sobbing. What the hell is going on.

“Y/n... you...you...don´t-”

I pull her into a hug and hold her closely. She is clutching at my hoodie and buries her face in my chest. I rub my hand up and down her back trying to give her some comfort. She lifts her forehead from my collarbone and looks up at me. Tears stream down her cheeks and sobs make her body shake. Her look changes and she furrows her eyebrows at me. She lifts her hand and makes a fist with it. She looks angry at me and starts hitting my chest.

“Hey what´s going on, what did I do wrong?”

“Oh, you know exactly what you did wrong. Who is going to make my hair before games and training, who is going to sit next to me in the changing room and on the coach, who is going to give me their strawberries because they don´t like them, who is going to hit the gym with me at 3am,who is going to nutmeg me all the time, who is carrying me around after leg-day, who is going to wear number 7 and who will stand next to me in the line-up.”

She is hitting me really hard one last time. I don´t understand what is going on.

“That is going to be me, It always has been, and it always will be me , unless you don´t want me to.”

“Then why are you leaving, why are you going to France?!”

“I´m not leaving, why do you think I´m leaving?”

“You are transferring to Lyon.”

“What no, why would I want to do that?”

“I know you don´t get much playing time at the moment and all that but that doesn´t give you the right to buy a fucking plane ticket to Lyon and leave me behind!”

“Lena calm down!”

“Hey don´t you dare to tell me to calm down you are the one leaving me behind, I´m the one who is going to suffer while you are happy in France making new friends!”

“I´m not transferring to Lyon. I´m happy here in Wolfsburg with you and the whole team.”

“You are not leaving?”

“No, I´m not I promise I won´t.”

She lays her forehead back down on my collarbone and takes a deep breath. I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her. Her legs are shaky, and I slowly place her on the floor. I sit down next to her, lean my back against the wall and pull her between my legs. I lay my head on her shoulder and mumble a little sorry.

“Why did you though that I´m leaving?”

“I saw your plain ticket to Lyon, I heard Tommy and you talking about your trip to France, you didn´t got that much playing time in the last games and you talked a lot to Maro and Sara about their club at the last national camp.”

“Oh I´m so sorry Obi. I should have told you this sooner. I´m going to Lyon for probably a week or two because I need to get surgery for my knee and there is this really good surgeon who told me that he can help me. That’s why I talked to Tommy and Maro and Sara. My knee got worse again and because of that I´m not allowed to play that long.”

She gives me a little smile in return.

“I promise I won´t leave you. Come on I will give you some new clothes yours are soaked.”

We both stand up and make our way into the living room I continue to make my way to my bedroom to get her something to change into. I`m re-entering the living room and see Lena looking around the room curiously. I hand her the clothes but she doesn´t leave the room to change in the bathroom. She turns around and looks at me.

“Are you alright?”

“Of course, why wouldn´t I?”

“Oh, come on. Your favourite blanket, pasta and a movie, to be specific how to train a dragon 2. I think I will change and leave you alone. It seems like you really need some Y/n-by-herself-time.”

“No, it´s fine. I`m good. You can stay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah of course. You can have some pasta because I accidentally cooked enough for the whole team again and if you want, we can watch the first movie.”

“What about your social battery?”

“I don´t need one for you. ”

"Wow okay and the second movie is totally fine I have already seen the first one.”

“Really, you said it was childish?”

“Yeah, but I know much you love the movies, so I watched them.”

“Oh, my days, you're so cute!”

“I`m not!”

“Of course not, I’m sorry.”

“It´s fine."

I hope you liked it. If you have any improvements or suggestions, please feel free to contact me.

[bingoboingobongo]

task force 141 + ice skating

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: none

A/N: screaming crying throwing up i have my two hardest finals tmmrw halp

guys we've finally got the gang back together

alright so let's be real for a minute

the 141 is definitely not the kind of group to coordinate an ice skating date outside of work

i mean can you imagine like six grown behemoth men at an ice skating rink with like some rando child whizzing around while half of them struggle to even get on the ice

yeah right

so when they do ice skate i see it happening while they're on duty

it's winter (duh) and they're up north so it's extra cold

the base they're staying is right next to a giant lake, which has finally frozen over

gaz was the first to notice

he was eating some breakfast (cocoa puffs) and he looked out the window and saw the lake all icy

and he pointed it out to price who was drinking some coffee and reading the newspaper on the couch

price got up to go check it out too (and u bet he did that thigh slap grunt combo men do)

and gaz was right, the lake was completely solid

and i like to think that the 141 usually has breakfast together/hangs out in the commons in the morning

so price asks if everyone wants to go skating

ofc most of them are happy to say yes

ghost needs some convincing but he gets there eventually

for some reason that base had a bunch of skates

but it worked out so no one's complaining

and don't ask how they had the right sizes or why they would be there in the first place (it's through the power of i have to sleep soon and i can't come up with an explanation rn)

so everyone starts making their way outside to the lake

alright time for some super speedy individual headcanons

simon "ghost" riley:

sorry but ghost definitely does not know how to skate

that's one of the reasons he was so apprehensive to join

it's hard to look intimidating when ur falling on ur butt

and it's not like he has a wall to hold onto

this is also his first time ice skating because he never got to do it as a kid

so yeah going into it he was pretty nervous

he doesn't even have the best balance to start out

but he's a fast learner and he was able to get the hang of it pretty quickly

definitely fell over a few times

much to the delight of soap who got to gloat as he helped him up

and ghost definitely said something like "watch your tone sergeant im still your commanding officer" to try and defend himself

it was not very effective

but once he gets the hang of it he can actually skate surprisingly well

he doesn't skate very long though until he goes back inside

much to the disappointment of everyone else

definitely skates with his hands at his side or in his pockets tho

except one time he almost face planted bc he couldn't use his hands to catch himself

so now he's extra paranoid about skating with his hands in his pockets (as he should don't skate with your hands in your pockets, it's dangerous)

john "soap" mactavish:

surprisingly good at ice skating

skated around a lot when he was a kid

roller skating and ice skating

so it comes pretty natural to him

he hadn't done it in a while but skating sorta like riding a bike in that you never really forget once you know how

he can do the like crossovers and stuff but not any super fancy tricks

def knows how to skate backwards tho

likes to skate super fast and then just go around in loops

laughs at ghost whenever he falls but ways helps him back up

he also had to teach ghost how to even skate

ghost was not very happy about that arrangement

but only because soap kept joking that ghost looked like bambi

ghost got his revenge though when after soap laughed at ghost for falling, he immediately faceplanted

and it was like a comical faceplant

his legs almost went over his head and everything

soap had to go inside after that because he got a bloody nose

in the end it was fine though and he went out and kept skating

soap's definitely the kinda guy to build up speed and then coast on the momentum with his arms out to his side

it makes him feel cool what can i say

kyle "gaz" garrick:

alright so gaz is a pretty decent skater

he's gone a few times recently with his younger siblings

so he knows the very basics

he's definitely a little more timid about it though

especially after watching everyone else keep falling over

for what it's worth he never fell over once tho

but he was also super duper paranoid about falling through the ice

he had to help out price a little bit too at the beginning

he wasn't very good at it though so soap ended up taking over

definitely is a more mild skater

he's just down to coast and do whatever

he gets cold pretty easily too so he's usually rubbing his arms or his hands together while he skates

also is really really really bad at stopping

especially since there's no wall

so he just kept continuously skating like the entire time

and then he had to coast until his momentum ran out when he wanted to go inside

john price:

alright so price skated a little when he was younger imo

he went on a lot of roller skating and ice skating dates back when he was a young adult

but it's been a long time since then and so it was kinda hard for him to get back into it

so he had gaz and soap help him at the beginning

after a while though he got back into the rhythm

and he started to get more and more gutsy

and started to try little tricks that he was able to do before

skating backwards, turning a little, those fancy stops where they like skid on the ice

at one point he messed up and fell though

and like a true old man he hurt his back

and lord was it a struggle to get off the ice

he had to get gaz and soap to come help him up

when he went back inside ghost was drinking some tea and asked him why he was holding his back like that

for fear of sounding like an old man, price told ghost it was nothing

the next morning though his back was super stiff though

but nothing he's never experienced before

alejandro vargas:

bro man's is actually cracked at skating

like price he definitely went on ice skating dates back when he was a young adult

but unlike price alejandro has actual moves

like he can skate backwards, forwards, on one leg, he can do turns, jumps

it's actually insane

like nobody knows how he got this good and he refuses to tell anyone anything except that he just went on a lot of ice skating dates

because the truth is that one year he had a crush on this girl who was super into figure skating

so he spent like the entire year watching figure skating clips from the winter olympics and stuff and practicing and his local skating rink so he could impress her

she ended up moving away before he could show her though

but he still kept on practicing because at that point he had just sorta fallen in love with ice skating

so yeah when he pulled up on that lake he shocked everyone

alejandro spent a lot of time helping rudy too

and yes they did that thing where alejandro held rudy's hands and skated backwards while rudy got pulled forward

i mean it's a skating staple it has to happen

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

alright so like ghost rudy's never skated before

he didn't realize they had a skating rink and he's also not really a fan of the cold

like i said before he tends to run cold so he needs a lot of jackets when he goes skating

alejandro had to teach him bc rudy truly had no idea how to do it

unlike ghost he was not successful quickly so alejandro spent most of the time holding his hand and guiding him

he definitely fell down a lot of times

wanted to give up at one point but alejandro made him keep going

and it was worth it because pretty soon after that he started to get the hang of it

he actually really enjoys ice skating

what can i say it makes him feel like elsa

definitely jokingly did elsa's hand movements and pretended he was controlling the ice or something

he had to start off skating super duper slow though because he was really nervous about falling

but by the end he was able to speed up and live his ice queen dreams

[effervescentdragon]

Vampire AU - whatever pairing you want I just want biting and some rancid vibes 😹

not quite rancid, except for your hate towards certain people. but maybe funny? im still in a certain headspace, as you can see. i call this "the one in which carlos is bella swan" in my head

Carlos remembers the story Fernando once told him, about his grandfather and the way he worked in a factory. He was pretty sure the story was bullshit, but Fernando was hillariously drunk, and that's when he usually let things slip. Carlos has learned more about the incestuous fuckfest that was the grid in 2010s than he ever wanted to know that way.

He also learned more about Sebastian Vettel than he ever could imagine wanting to know, but that's another story.

The point of this story was - quality control. Nando's grandfather apparently worked in a factory furing the war (and Carlos isn't asking which one, because Fernando is old), and he complained about there not being enough quality control about - shelling? Or shelving. Carlos isn't sure, and he definitely isn't going to ask because he doesn't really care and it's not even that relevant for the story of now, except it's all he can think about when he watches Lando hiss in pain and struggle to get the new watch Carlos had brought him off his wrist.

"It's got fucking silver in it!" Lando yelps, and throws the watch on the floor.

"No it doesn't," Carlos says, more confused than he ever has been in Lando's company (and those couple of times when he fell asleep beside Lando in the hotel rooms all over the world before and after the races and Carlos woke up dizzy and disoriented and hard don't count). "It's pure gold. I know you don't like silver, so I bought you gold."

Lando scoffs. "The fuck it is," he says, pain evident in his voice as he rubs his reddened wrist. "I don't know what bullshit your sponsors are feeding you guys, but there's definitely silver in this."

Carlos frowns, coming closer and taking Lando's hand in his. His wrist is swollen and a very unhealthy shade of red. "I didn't know you were alergic."

Lando's eyes shift to the side. "Yeah, I - I'm alergic," he says. "A pretty bad allergy." He chuckles. "Life-threatening."

Carlos feels like he's missing the joke. He feels like that a lot with Lando, except it never feels like the joke is on him, more like Lando is being hard on himself.

"I'm sorry," he says sincerely, trailing his fingers over Lando's skin. "I didn't know. I'll have a word with Richard Mille representative."

Lando's eyes are huge in the dim light of the room when he looks up at Carlos. It takes everything in him not to tighten his hold on Lando's wounded wrist.

"No problem, mate. It's the thought that counts anyway." Lando shifts a bit, and Carlos lets go. "I'll be fine. Wanna play FIFA?" He shakes the sleeves of his hoodie until they are covering half of his hands.

Carlos feels like he's missing something. He feels bad about the watch, though, so he only nods. "Sure."

Lando grins at him, and it's alright.

-

Except.

Except, when Carlos says goodbye that night, he catches a glimpse of Lando's wrist.

It's pale pink, and not swollen anymore.

-

Carlos watches Lando during the post race interview. His cheeks are a bit flushed, but he's still very pale. They've just spent a whole week on the beach and Carlos has an even darker tan than usual, but Lando is still extremely pale.

Carlos can't remember Lando using sunscreen once on their vacation.

He watches Lando until Caco elbows him in the ribs, muttering "Obvious and oblivious, my fucking God."

-

"He never sleeps," Oscar says offhandedly. "He texts me the weirdest shit at like, four in the morning, and then he's right as rain in the sim at seven." He turns to Carlos. "Was he always like that?"

Carlos ignores the gnawing in his stomach at the fact that Lando texts Oscar randomly. Before he can answer, Alex does.

"Oh my God, yes! He used to be the same when we were kids, never fucking sleeping. George, do you remember that one time..." he continues, but Carlos isn't listening.

Carlos can't remember a time when they were together and Lando fell asleep first.

-

"Aren't you hungry?" Max asks Lando on the plane taking them all back to Monaco.

"Nah," Lando replies, eyeing Max's burger with a mix of apprehension and disgust. "I ate before, plus, that just looks like an extra hour in the gym, and I don't wanna do that."

Max shrugs. "Suit yourself, weirdo."

Lando kicks him under the table and then leans back in his seat, fishing his earphones out. He catches Carlos' eye as he does so, and smiles.

Carlos smiles back instinctively, as he always does. Lando's lips look very red in his pale face. When he ducks his head, Carlos thinks he sees a flash of something sharp.

It must be the light, he thinks. Or the exhaustion.

It's probably both.

-

"Do you have an oral fixation, mate," George laughs, leaning on the fence. "You're always sucking on that straw, what are you even drinking?"

Lando shrugs, flipping George off for good measure. "You have an oral fixation," he replies, pulling his lips away from the straw. "And it's a protein smoothie, you dickhead."

Carlos watches him lick the remnants of his drink away. His lips are still stained red with it.

"Does it taste good?" he hears himself ask.

Both Lando and George turn to him, but Carlos is focused on the way Lando's eyes shift to the side for just a second before he scrunches his nose. "Not the best I've ever had, but good enough." He shrugs. "New recipe. Strawberries."

Carlos has a mild allergy to strawberries, so he can't ask to try it, at least not just before the race.

Lando knows Carlos is alergic to strawberries.

-

The race was a disaster, as are most of them lately. Carlos lies in his bed, finally free after the debrief. He can't sleep. His mind turns and turns around, and for once, he isn't thinking about the race data.

His phone is opened on the Google start page. Before he knows what he's doing, he types.

allergy to silver aversion to food paleness doesnt sleep symptoms disease

-

He knocks on the door too loudly for the early hour of the morning. There is shuffling, and then Lando opens the door.

"Carlos? What the fuck, mate, it's like, three in -"

"I thought silver was for werewolves."

Lando stops speaking. Carlos thinks he might have stopped breathing, too. That wasn't what he was going to say, but fuck it, it's what came out.

"What?" Lando says slowly. "What are you talking about?"

Carlos would've thought he was crazy, except. Except Lando's eyes flicker to the side, and Carlos knows how Lando looks when he is lying.

"I thought silver hurt werewolves. That's the myth," he repeats. "But you're not a werewolf. I don't think." He takes a breath. "You're a vampire."

He isn't looking away from Lando. He can't. He stares right into Lando's eyes and sees the emotions and the calculations in them as they happen, and he isn't going away until he knows, because he isn't crazy, he knows what he knows, he knows he isn't imagining things and -

"Fuck," Lando breathes out, his shoulders sagging. "Fuck, I'm so screwed," he says, and then pulls Carlos inside his room and shuts the door, but not before Carlos sees his fangs elongate and protrude, biting into his bottom lip.

Fuck, he thinks, and then, hot.

[ms-cartoon]

Sorry for the long wait for this review. Life has been biting me in the rear lately and I’ve been unmotivated to get anything done. But I’m finally finished with this commentary and I haven’t forgotten about the “Unhappy Campers” episode that was uploaded recently. That will be done as well!

Okay, FINALLY Season 1 Episode 8 came out and about, after a year I think. Why was it taking so long? 

Well, short story; professional (or personal?) reasons involving Kesha. Also, copyright issues. 

Long Story? Well, as we all know, Kesha, a pretty known popstar, was voicing the role of a character Viv created for this episode named Beelzebub. As you can see from the gif I put on top, you can tell that there are some similarities there. Not just with the voice, but also appearances here and there.... which was one of the problems and reasons why Kesha didn’t wanna voice this role, at least initially since she clearly changed her mind after a year or so. If you’ve seen this episode, you’d probably know by now that Beelzebub is a party girl; she likes to drink, party, and eat junk food n stuff. And Kesha is ALL those things; party girl, likes to drink and eat. Or at least... she was like that? Thing is, she went to rehab for all those things and is recovering from it from what I’ve heard.

Not that I wanna assume anything but... creating an oc that has certain traits that the voice actor was struggling with and had to get cleaned for, not to mention that Beelzebub is a literal reference to Kesha and how she was back in the day? I don’t know what Viv’s goal was there, but doesn’t she think that might be a little insensitive?? Now, I don’t know if Kesha is sensitive about that, but she must’ve felt some type of way about it considering she wanted nothing to do with HB in the first place and had to wait almost a year to finally decide to do it.

Also, I still don’t get why this episode had to wait a year for this. Like, I get that Kesha is Vivzie’s idol and it was her dream to have her voice someone in her show, but did she really want her to voice a role so badly she wanted to put a pause on the season 1 finale and completely skip to season 2 until finally uploading it a year later? Why couldn’t she just get someone else to voice Beelzebub? Kesha didn’t even sing the song that was played in this episode, and she wrote it!! It just kinda feels like all this was for nothing. This should probably be the last time Viv EVER tries to get big-time celebrities to voice over characters in her show. Especially when it gets so complicated to the point where you have to keep certain famous youtube videos private, when animators can’t even upload animation roughs from the episode, and when you can’t tag Kesha about her association with Helluva Boss on ANY social media. Yeah . . . It’s that complicated. Hopefully, Viv will learn some kinda lesson from all of this, cuz she had to take her “Die Young” animation off YouTube because of it, which honestly sucks (mostly for her anyway). It really is messed up, especially when considering that Viv’s Die Young video was what mainly started her whole career in the first place before Hazbin. I really hope it was worth it,Viv. . . .

Anyway, let’s just jump to the review...

So episode 8 was kinda... meh. It was alright I guess, still like always, I was expecting something outta nothing. Of course, some things happened on here that I just had to complain about, and I’ll explain later. But the gist of it is that... not a lot happened in this episode. As always, the writers were just rushing things. This whole episode might as well have been a 5-minute clip after so much wasted time on some stupid song which I’ll admit is pretty catchy (gives me 2010 vibes). And also what bothers me about this whole thing was that this was about Loona. 

Lemme explain; so y’all remember Ozzie’s right? That whole thing with Blitzo spying on M&M and bringing Stolas along just to get in the club? Yeah, that episode. Now correct me if I’m wrong, but that was supposed to be a Part 1 before episode 8 before Viv decided at the last minute to change that. At the end of episode 7, Blitzo pushed Stolas away after dropping him off. He went home and was scrolling through pictures and started to cry after seeing a picture of him, his sister, and mother. I was expecting this whole episode to be about just Blitzo and what he got going on, similar to Stolas and his episode in the second season. Like maybe a flashback of his past or something with the people that was a part of his life and left at some point over what he did. We have yet to know what happened between him and Fizzarolli that ended their friendship. Or what about his sister?? Cuz apparently, she doesn’t like Blitzo either and is holding a grudge about something. With Verosika, well we already know the two dated and why they broke up sorta, but I still feel like we have yet to explore the relationship they had. Like, how the hell did a scrawny little imp like Blitzo get with such a baddie like Verosika??? What was their relationship like?

So yeah, I just feel like this episode could’ve given us a whole other different plot. If anything, the story in this episode could’ve been saved for another. Not that there was any plot to tell anyway, especially when it’s 15-minutes long and rushed as hell. 

It’s literally just Loona at a party...

In episode 7 S1, Blitzo got a text from Loona saying Vortex invited her to a party and that’s where we are. The whole time, she’s having difficulties socializing with folks and is very awkward. Plus we have our new character, Beelzebub to lighten everybody’s mood. She’s also Vortex’s girlfriend, but I’ll get into that in a little bit. Also, after a while, Blitzo comes by to pick her up initially but later joins the party with Loona.

Let’s just get started....

-- Hold up, so no disclaimer of “This is for adults! You have been warned!” warning?? We’re just gonna jump straight into the episode? I’m not sure whether they forgot about that part or if they just don’t care anymore, but to me, it feels rather off. Especially since they’ve been doing it since the first episode of season 1. If you’re wanting to go all out with the r-rating anyway, it would still be best for you to put that disclaimer every time before you start the episode, especially when folks of a younger age are watching it for the first time and don’t like to be caught off guard with anything vulgar.

-- I couldn’t tell if Loona just hung up on Blitzo or just left him on read when he tried to call her. Regardless, she didn’t answer the phone while knowing fully well he’s trying to call her and its pretty rude. I know I’m being nitpicky about this part, but as someone who has parents who’d get onto you a little for not answering the phone sooner and not calling back immediately after finding out you missed the call, it can get a little triggering.

-- The hellhounds in this party don’t even look like actual hellhounds; just over a hundred different breeds of dogs with red eyes. If anything, Loona and Vortex look more like hellhounds.

-- Is it just me, or does the animation and clean-up here feel . . . . off? I mean- Look at the outlines!!

Do you see how different the outlines are in size in each different scene??? They’re thick in one part, totally thin in another, but right back to thick again, and so on. Honestly, the more I notice it, the more irritable it is. I get that there are hundreds of animators working in this show, they like to animate their way, and I’m no animator myself (not yet), but would it kill y’all to stay consistent with the clean-ups here? Why can’t you stick to the same brush size while outlining?

-- While we’re on that topic, Loona’s character model looks much more off than the outlining. I’m not sure how I can explain it, I don’t critique art or character designs often (ironic cuz I draw a lot, lol), but Loona has been drawn so stiff and thick lately. . . . . I dunno. It just doesn’t look the same. You might see what I mean if you just look at the pictures above. Once again, it just seems like the animators and artist cannot stay consistent with the animation and character appearances.

-- Loona butts in on a conversation with a couple of people she apparently doesn't get along with. I get that she's trying to socialize, but why, out of everyone in this party, did you choose to talk to someone who takes embarrassing photos of you and talks shit??

-- So this poodle hellhound took a photo of Loona throwing up that one time at a party she participated in. A party before this one of course. But last I checked, it was implied in ep 3 season 1 that Loona had never been to a party before and the one that Tex invited her to (the one in the episode) would be her first one. The party that Loona vomited at should’ve been her first one instead of the one Beezlebub is running. Not to mention that she has met some of these hellhounds before and is known as “Lunatic Loona” by most of them. This folks is yet another retcon.

-- Loona calls the poodle a bitch, leaving everybody completely shocked for some reason. “Ooooh! Teacher! She just said a bad word!” That’s seriously what they’re acting like. As if NOBODY in this wasted ass party (or in hell at all) has ever said a bad word before. If y’all don’t grow tf up-

-- I’m sorry, but if y’all asked me what I thought The seven deadly sin of Gluttony would look like, NEVER in my LIFE would I have pictured THIS--

I know I cannot have been the only one high off shrooms the moment I seen this character design. . . She looks like a concept art of an OC that was made a 12-year-old Vivziepop. 

 So first off, she calls herself Queen Bee... but is shaped like the rest of these furry fanservice mutts. She’s just another wolf/fox with only a little bit of bug-like features to pass off that she’s only. . . part bee. But why not just make her a FULL BEE??? Why does she have to look like a whole lava lamp hellhound??? Like, I know the lava lamp feature was supposed to be based off her personality, but why can’t that just be her hair?? Why do you have to add that part to her STOMACH!!?? I can’t even tell if that’s just apart of her clothes or her actual body! Either way, its too much!! It must’ve been hard as sh*t to animate her!!!

It doesn’t even make sense that she looks like a hellhound anyway!! Hellhounds are supposed to be in the lowest rank right beside imps and Beezlebub looks like one of them, only with an extra pair of arms!! Once again, why can’t she just be a BEE or something???

-- I always forget that Helluva Boss is supposed to be a musical. Probably because it just doesn’t fit as one at this point, especially with this pop music. When it comes to musicals, the point in the songs is that we would have to feel empathy for whoever’s singing and they also tell a story while we get a sense in what we’re about to see, and it also drops hints in what will happen next. But THIS song, it’s just a little pop music talking about sweets while also introducing Beezlebub. I get that its the point in pop music; there’s not much meaning to them and it’s only meant for you to enjoy and sing along with, but you can’t really call this show a musical when music like this is being played. Like I said from before, it’s still fairly catchy. I’ll admit that, but I could hardly feel for it.

-- I don’t wanna badge Kesha for her acting skills. It’s not like she’s been in a lot of films anyway. I mean, she’s a pop singer first and always, so that’s fair. But it was pretty, meh? Like, she kinda sounded like she didn’t even wanna be there in the studio and is only reading her lines instead of actually ACTING them while putting little emotion in what she’s saying. Honestly, most of Beelzebub’s lines are kinda pointless anyway. Like she’s just saying random bizarre monologues that I can hardly care about or even listen to. I can’t even tell if I was supposed to laugh at them or what. Seems like to me the writers only put those lines in the script just to hear the famous Ke$ha talk more. Not to mention that some of what she said sounded completely unnecessary and weird. For instance, Beelzebub mentioned how she was associated with Satan and thinks of him as her brother, but also finds him hot without his shirt on and said that she could “hit that”. . . . . Uhh, not exactly something you should say or even THINK about your brother figure ma’am. Why y’all gotta have Kesha say all that?? I can definitely see why she wouldn’t wanna act out these scripts!! She must’ve felt hella uncomfortable reading them!

And Viv, WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND THE INCEST JOKES!!??

-- Okay, so . . . . Vortex, a lower class hellhound, and Beelzebub, one of the seven deadly sins being Gluttony (which means she a higher rank) dating?. . . Um, last I checked, a lower class and someone of higher up than that is kinda frowned upon by most of the demons in hell, as seen with how some people reacted to Blitzo and Stolas’s relationship. But for some reason, no one seems to react to Tex and Bee’s relationship?? Why is it that people mock Stolas and Blitzo for being a thing, but Tex and Bee can walk around and hold hands scott free??? I can tell that Viv just doesn't care anymore about the ranking system SHE made up.

-- I don’t really see Vortex and Bee as a couple anyway. Don’t get me wrong, I actually find it cute they’re together and even like the ship a little bit. But from what little interactions I’ve seen between them, kinda just seems like they’re more platonic best friends then boyfriend and girlfriend. I guess if we we’re to dig deep into they’re relationship, then I might see something, but . . . . I dunno, that’s probably just me.

--  Loona is so hard to read, especially now. The whole time she’s there, she’s just feeling super uncomfortable, like she doesn't even wanna be there even though she's with Vortex, who's the only person she seems to be more at ease with out of everyone in the party. Even when Bee is super welcoming and nice to her, Loona still feels bitter while not even liking her (Probably because Bee is dating Tex). And then for some reason, she just ups and leaves then starts to... tear up?? It's not too clear to me why she’s feeling sad. You can’t blame me for not knowing or picking up on it. It’s not like she was doing much of anything other than standing there and barely talking. How am I supposed to know what she’s really feeling and why she’s feeling it when she’s given no dialogue?

-- I'm reminded that Loona still acts so bitter around Blitzo and it's honestly irritating. She calls to ask him to pick her up and when he asks her if she was doing okay, she responded with such attitude! Aren’t we supposed to be sympathizing with her here??? I don’t care how frustrated she feels right now, especially since she has no reason to be. And I just love it how when people see her and say, "Oh hey Blitzo! Is that your daughter?" And she quickly responds, "I'm his ADOPTED daughter!" Like bitch. . . WAS ANYONE ASKING THAT!! He’s your family!! Paper or no paper!! DEAL WITH IT!! And no shit your adopted!! People can see that he’s an imp and you’re a HELLHOUND!!! Stop being so defensive!! 

-- Are you for real right now. . . . . . 

You were getting all teary-eyed n shit, wanting to go home but as soon as some hellhound hottie starts flirting with you, you immediately get over it and change your mind in less than 5 seconds before you’re about to leave???? Like you don’t even think about it?? Viv, where are you getting at here???

-- I can’t really say much about Blitzo right now. He’s barely there anyway, only making an appearance in the last 10 minutes of the episode for comic relief and a pity party.

-- Viv must really don’t know what to do with her female characters and how to go about ‘em. Loona’s shown to be introverted and sad at first to straight up confident and lively around everyone in a matter of seconds. She’s so quick to make friends and get along with other hellhounds at the party as if it was no issue from before when it was. We don’t even get to see any progression of bonding with these out-of-nowhere friends she’s making. And all because of some dude that called her hot!!! It kinda makes me question on why Loona was even feeling sad in the first place since it was so easy for her to gain confidence.

-- Y’all, I think I’m convinced right now that the only reason Loona doesn’t like Beelzebub is because she’s dating her crush! Like- there’s nothing else to it. Bee and Tex are dating, Loona is still crushing Tex and that’s why she doesn’t like Beelzebub. Not to mention she’s possibly jealous because she feels inferior to her. She’s super outgoing, social, and could easily get along with anyone, something Loona can’t easily do (though that alone shouldn’t even matter because Loona already managed to make friends and some random hellhound flirted with her). You CANNOT convince me otherwise. And if that is the reason, then honey, you’re gonna have to let that go. For real!! You’re lucky that Tex even likes you enough to want to be your friend.

So Bee and Tex confront Loona about Blitzo, saying that he’s been drinking a lot (obviously) and that he’s going overboard with the partying. They suggested that Loona go check on him to make sure he’s okay and that he doesn’t cause some kind of scene (Then again, I don’t see why Bee would care. The point of her being the sin of Gluttony IS to go overboard with nearly anything. I mean- not the whole point, but it’s a common characteristic, so I don’t think she should be worried about it. I guess it’s good to know she’s considerate though.) Then all of a sudden, Loona snaps mainly at Bee and gets so hostile towards her saying, “You don’t know anything about my dad.” such and such, and I’m just like, “Ugh, again with your attitude!!!” 

For one, its pretty bold of you to stand up to a higher rank considering she could squash you in an instant.

But I mean- WHAT IS WITH THE SUDDEN HOSTILITY??? And most people wanna validate her, saying, “It was only a trauma response. You gotta understand that Loona is new to this and she’s not used to people suddenly caring and being kind. She’s just having a hard time trusting people and she did apologize.” Y’all. . . don’t even- First off, Loona's reaction to Bee felt too rushed and forced to be considered traumatic. Second off, someone having trauma does not excuse an unnecessary shitty attitude, especially when Bee has been so kind to Loona this whole episode. Third off, for someone who doesn’t trust people so easily and isn’t used to being given kindness, Loona seemed pretty quick to make friends with everyone at the party who were nice to her. She was sure as hell quick to get along with Vortex after only knowing him for a short amount of time! And he was kind to her too. She wasn’t being bitchy to them then. But when BEELZEBUB is showing care or kindness, Loona will suddenly start to act bitchy??? And because of some past trauma?? PLEASE!!

And some fans would go on to say, "She's just getting over a heartbreak. It takes a while to get over your crush."

They're saying this as if Loona is head over heels in love with Vortex when she was simply CRUSHING on him and from the moment she saw him. And yes, there IS a huge difference especially when Loona only knew Vortex in that short amount of time. I would understand Loona falling in love with Tex if they actually had the time to bond after ep 3. . . . but they didn't. At least there was no indication that they did. And on top of that, just for the record, Loona already knew that Tex had a girlfriend the same day she met him!! Which was five episodes ago!! So before y'all go on and say "She needs time to get over her crush", she should've already gotten over it by now!! I dunno why she's still crushing and blushing around him as if she believed he liked her back!

Why did she seem so shocked after Tex introduced his Bee anyway? As if Loona never recalled him mentioning he had a girlfriend back in ep 3. And say that was the reason why she was sad . . . why would it would it make her sad!!?? Like I said, she should’ve already known Tex had a girlfriend since he brought it up straight to her face. I would understand her being upset if he didn’t tell her and she didn’t find out about Bee until the last minute when Tex introduced her as his girlfriend. Then it would actually make sense for Loona to still crush on him the entire time because she wouldn’t have known he was taken and would believe she still had a shot with him. In this case, it would be understandable why it would make her sad. . . . but we didn’t go that route. Instead, we had to go about it the “Vivzie Way” (the more complicated way).

Point blank, Loona seems to only dislike Bee because she's with Tex and is jealous. And she shouldn't have reacted the way she did out of jealousy when Bee was only showing concern for Blitzo. Trauma or no trauma, I don’t care. It was unnecessary.

-- “Blitzo! BLITZO! Where are you, shithead!!”

Loona . . . . how’re you gonna get all defensive about your dad and then go straight back to calling him names?

-- For once, Loona decides she actually wants to care about her dad (mainly cuz she was told to). I guess its nice to see a cute father/daughter moment between Blitzo and Loona for once. Can’t say I feel for it at all though especially when it immediately starts to become completely pointless a season and two episodes later when we see this happen-

Seriously, how're they gonna have Loona and Blitzo bond by the end of the episode only for Loona to go back to treating him like shit the next? It’s like whatever build-up was being made between them immediately collapsed a season later, and over something as petty as a mild criticism Blitzo gave Loona. You can just TELL that Viv and the other writers don’t think before writing these scenes down!!

Also, how is it that Loona will get all concerned for Blitzo making out with folks in the party while wasted even though she was literally cheering for him to chug a whole barrel of liquor in order to beat Bee in a game. What’s sad about this is that it was one of the only times Loona calls him “Dad”. . . . In a drinking game . . . . .

-- Blitzo: "Loony, will you be there for me?"

Loona: . . .Be where?"

Be invisible, obviously. . . . Frickin' idiot. . . .

-- We're supposed to feel bad for Blitzo, but it's kinda hard for me to do that when he wasn't even the main focus in this episode at all when he should been. Still, it's not like I could feel sorry for him anyway since he brought that whole Ozzie's mess on himself.

For now, I think that's all that could be said about this episode. I might just make some edits if I feel if I left something off. But the whole gist of it is that I feel like this episode was just a whole lotta nothin'. I don’t even think Loona learned anything this entire episode. Of course, the whole plot here was Loona learning to socialize and make friends with everyone, but we didn’t even get to see any of that. And she clearly didn’t learn anything since she was influenced by some rando calling her hot. It’s honestly sad, for real. The females in this show needs some serious work not just in their stories, but their characters too.

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Listen, like, genuinely, jjk is sad to me cause there is barely any room to wiggle or explore cursed energy. We don’t know where cursed techniques came from, we just know they depend purely on your blood, you either are born with a good one or not. This post isn’t really an analysis, sorry, there isn’t much to analyse in the first place with just how much the jjk’s worldbuilding is lacking. This rant is so long im forced to put in under cut im being SILENCED(by myself)

Which is like so insane considering cursed energy is heavily realiant on your negative emotions. This energy, this power, and curses themselves, are something so so deeply human, made from them, by them and because of them, it should be more flexible than that. Like currently my best theory on cursed techniques origins are either a binding vow made long ago or idk someone fucked cursed spirit. I’m willing to give the benefit of the doubt and propose something like what Ajin did (which is genuinely fucking genius. Like we have barely a couple of pages of explanations that’s purely speculative but those couple frames of ancient humans desperately struggling for survival that their struggle made one of them return from the dead is so fucking powerful and just gives all the possible answers and gives you freedom to think whatever) but that honestly sounds like absolutely too good to be true I don’t think we’re going to be that lucky.

Its such a powerful energy that it can turn a city into dust. Are you telling me no one had tried to convert it into electricity? Are you telling me that sorcerers are such a concervative society thet haven’t evolved for the last thousand years AT ALL? No one running to another corner of the earth to study in peace? If it was at least confirmed that you can create your own technique with enough suffering it would have made much more sense. Like okay someone did before and now it runs through the family alright. My smart thoughts are that the most logical thing would be if someone created it and then made a binding vow to bind it to their bloodline, because I kind of don’t accept the connection of cursed techniques to blood because we literally do not see it. There is no blood test that can yield whether you’re a sorcerer or not, there is no inherent physical differences between normal people and sorcerers.

But also that same theory would imply that it’s technically like making a binding vow with that cursed technique which implies it having some sort of intelligence, which would mean a symbiotic relationship which all leads me to the fact that cursed techniques are parasites surviving through blood thanks for coming to my ted talk. THAT would be a great twist and a very sexy conclusion and would be very cool to run off with but its still just my speculations that i was thinking about for a while. I like to personally explore that in my writing, it’s equally interesting to write about cursed techniques being parasites OR them created by people and just being another sort of power, shaping the culture around them, not a blessing from some higher power but a thing made purely by humans.

Like if I just try and look at jjk from worldbuilding’s perspective, literally nothing makes sense. There should be scientists trying to create sorcerers artificially, for war or other purposes, usually sponsored by government. There should be more influence of cursed energy on historical events, dictators cursing nations, there should be a lot more sorcerers using their cursed techniques to make way in politics. There should be much much many more sorcerers trying to negate the their weakness of cursed techniques by creating new ones or by other means.

I know I’ve complained about that before and obviously thats not something that I can change, but from my point of view as a writer trying to make sense of the world of sorcery, like basically nothing fits. Why are the higher ups so strict? Do they just want power? Why? What does that power give them? Can they influence the government? Do they have a monopoly on sorcery? Its not a dumb question because obviously they want it for something, but for what exactly? We don’t even know, and the answer “just because they’re evil” is not a proper one? Can i have some details. Are you telling me the government just takes it without trying to make their own alternatives how to fix the curses problem? Just accepting that sorcerers have monopoly over it? Nothing about the universe and politics in it makes sense which means I have to do everything myself when I write which basically means I might as well just write original work. Which is obviously my own personal problem, but jjk is so SO close to being great. Cursed energy is a very interesting concept and I love it but boy does it lack any sort of logical progression. Like the reversed cursed technique, I get it its hard to master. But are you telling me that for a thousands of years no one has ever developed any shortcuts for it? I feel like jjk has basically no faith in the indominable human spirit despite it being the actual central point of the narrative and the source of cursed energy itself. Sorry I know I complain about it at least once a month but its so CLOSE just give me SOMETHING. This is not like demon slayer where we have a specific one progenitor which is the reason they have demons in the first place and they all bad. No, here we are told curses existed always, and sorcerers have also always existed, this is not a situation where you can destroy all of them by destroying the source. In jjk curses are just part of life, and you would think sorcerers would have gotten more mechanisms to deal with them during centuries but I guess not. Sorry this is more rambling than anything else but do you get it? Do you get the gaps?

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Down The Rabbit Hole ⚝ Killian Jones x Reader (29)

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summary: Alice's plan to overthrow the Queen of Hearts is thwarted by a dashing pirate with a hook. Years later, after the curse is broken, they reunite once again.

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 Emma decided it'd be a good idea to go back to Archie's office and check for anything we missed. So far we've turned up empty. There isn't even blood or signs of a struggle. The Charmings came along, as I expected them to. I don't complain though, four sets of eyes are better than two."Regina's file. It's Empty." David says, holding up a manila folder that has Regina's name neatly written on it. His expression is sever as he looks to his wife who practically crumbles at the discovery.

"So she did it. She killed the kindest soul in this town. A man who only cared about helping." She walks over to David who immediately goes to comfort her.

"Don't jump the gun. This has 'set up' written all over it." I say with a shake of my head, getting down on my hands and knees to look under the furniture.

"I promise we'll find whoever really did this." Emma chimes in and I don't need to look to know her parents are giving her a chastising look.

"Isn't it time you guys admit we already have? Regina had a fight with Archie, Ruby saw her outside last night, and now her file is empty. That's a lot of evidence." David implores softly and I roll my eyes.

"Circumstantial evidence." I correct, standing back up once I don't find anything.

"Alice is right, this all screams that Regina is being set up." Emma says and I nod in agreement.

"What do you mean?" Snow asks. I sit down next to Emma once I realize we've searched every inch of this office.

"Well, I don't know how it is in fairy tale land, but in the real world, it's usually hard to find evidence." Emma explains and Snow looks at her thoughtfully.

"It's even harder if the alleged murderer has magic." I add on and thankfully they actually seem like they're listening for once.

"Exactly! This has been way too easy." Emma says and Snow comes over to sit beside her.

"So you think someone is framing her?" She asks, clearly having a hard time believing it.

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time this happened in this town." Emma says with a pointed look to Snow.

"Who would want to frame her?" She asks and I laugh.

"Um...only most people in town." I say and Snow nods her head, conceding.

"Yeah, but there's only one name on that list that would resort to killing to get what they want." Emma says and I nod my head, glad we're still on the same page.

"Gold."

We walk into Gold's shop to see Belle and Gold together, clearly planning on going on a picnic. I feel my face lighten up a little when I see Belle. I haven't seen her since our reunion in Gold's shop after the curse broke. I have really got to ask her about her relationship choices soon. Belle and Gold turn to look at the group of us.

"Ah! Nothing warms the heart more than a family reunited. You have your mother's chin miss swan." Gold says casually, still packing the basket. Belle's face lights up once she sees me and I give her a little wave.

"Alice! Thank god you got back alright. I was worried." Belle runs over to me and throws her arms around me, which I return with a small smile.

"We know that you killed him." Emma's words shock Belle out of the hug as she walks back to Gold's side hesitantly.

"And your father's tact." He says with a condescending smile.

"Someone's dead?" Belle looks horrified and I give her a sympathetic smile. I may not be a fan of Gold but that doesn't mean I can't feel sorry for accusing her... boyfriend of murder.

"Archie." I inform her and she looks stricken.

"Why on earth would you think I had anything to do with that?" Gold asks and I roll my eyes.

"Besides being evil? All the evidence points to Regina." I tell him and Belle lets out an incredulous laugh. I look over to see her looking at me with confusion.

"Alice, after everything she's put us through, you don't think she's capable of doing something so vile?" She asks rhetorically and I smile a sad smile in return.

"I know she is. Which is why it should speak volumes that I'm not jumping at the first opportunity to put her behind bars." I tell her and while she still doesn't look convinced, it's clear she at least believes that I don't believe Regina's guilty.

"And it wouldn't be the first time you used someone to try to hurt her." Snow adds on, unamused by Gold's glibness.

"Nice to see your memory's still intact, dearie, but this time I'm afraid I'm gonna have to disappoint you. It wasn't me." He says and I shake my head.

"And we're supposed to just take your word for it?" I ask sarcastically.

"No, but I can prove it. Ask the witness." He smiles condescendingly but his words cause all of us confusion. From what Emma told me, the only people known to be in Archie's office that night were Archie, Regina, and his dog.

"No one was there." I say with a roll of my eyes.

"Well, that's not strictly true, now, is it?" His smile only grows as realization comes over me. There's no way he's serious.

"You want us to interrogate a dog?"

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Alright so rant time: people constantly argue that making a character a transwoman is the same as making them a ciswoman and frankly that’s wrong. I’m sorry but it is. As a small disclaimer: I’m nonbinary and I am in school getting a sociology degree. I will be using sex to refer to biology and gender to refer to otherwise.

Using Tim Drake as an example: the stories you tell with a transgirl or a cisgirl version are incredibly different from each other. Because men and women are socialized drastically different from one another. While the character of Tim Drake (fierce, loyal, hard working, generous, and wanting to do so much good) wouldn’t change so much else about Tim would in either option.

With a transgirl Tim Drake, you have how society would react to her and coming out. I’d also argue that she wouldn’t come out until her teen years because of Jack. No one can tell me that this man would be okay with his kid being a transgirl. You just can’t tell me that. Janet is a toss up because of the limited information we have on her as a character. She however did neglect her kid, and in general I think that as new or old money, whichever you want to use, she would have problems with image, considering that a trans child could go bad for the PR. But even ignoring the parents, a transgirl!Tim would have a totally different story. I expect her story woudl go much like canon for a while until she is able to articulate that she is a girl. Then I expect backlash from people, one of them being Stephanie.

I’m probably in the minority when it comes to my thoughts that Steph is a straight woman who would react to her partner coming out as a woman badly because ‘what does that say about ME?!’ I won’t go into my issues with Steph. Others have done it way better but I do think that she and Tim both messed up their relationship even if frankly most of the blame is on Steph’s feet. BUT ANYWAYS: Tim coming out would cause issues there. A harsh reaction is never great for a baby trans kid and I can see Tim retreating as Steph goes off to complain to someone like Babs. Who I then think would be upset with Steph for outing Tim. Baba then acts as a pillar for Tim who slowly can come out on her own terms. Bruce and Dick I don’t think would have an issue and Jason? Let’s be real: Jason wouldn’t give a fuck in the sense it’s “okay wait, girl? Okay… I’ll still beat the shit out of you”.

The media would pitch a fit and I think that YJ would become closer over this, but I also think that there will be backlash from other members of the cape community. There just isn’t a way there wouldn’t be because while sure a lot are accepting you can’t tell me everyone is. Also the rouges. Unless Bruce asks Tim to pretend to be a guy still which… OUCH. I feel that is on brand and also something Tim would struggle so much with but want to obey while everyone is yelling at Bruce.

Then a transitioning Tim when her father wakes up probably wouldn’t go back to him because I doubt his reaction is a good one, and so she stays with Bruce. Probably becoming adopted. She and Cass would bond and I can see Tim developing further and becoming more confident as time goes on. She is less confident as Robin as she is not allowed to be herself.

The Damian and I’m torn. On one hand: I kind of like the idea that the League are all assholes but they also are chill with queer people cause Ra’s is creepy with canon Tim. In the other this is something he can attack Tim over and I doubt he’d give up the chance the little psycho.

So… Damian would be a thorn but I think that Dick steps in way more here because ‘baby assassin trying to kill Tim since he doesn’t know better’ is very different then ‘a transphobic kid being a shit to Tim’. Sad but true.

Tim’s story drastically changes by being a transgirl and it’s one that is VASTLY different then being a ciswoman because Tim still was socialized as a boy from birth. There is still a level of privilege she got from birth that a ciswoman doesn’t. People would react to her being trans in multiple ways such as denial or disgust.

But a cisgirl!Tim? Well…

People expect different things from the sexes. Women are supposed to be soft, gentle, not to loud and are supposed to be kind. Boys get to be demanding and loud and smart and rough.

Tim as a girl would have Jack and Janet reacting differently. It’s a personal headcanon for me that Jack imposes a lot of his traits onto Tim as a boy because ‘it’s my son and he is thus like me’. A girl though he’d expect to be a ‘cute and soft girl who is there for me to pull out of the closest’ because frankly the guy who willing marries someone not even a decade older then his kid who uses to be his physical therapist is a LOSER who would. Janet is again a toss up but I feel she’d have more of an impact for this Tim as being a woman in buisness or archeology is a field she had to climb and claw her way through. Things she would then pass on to her daughter.

Women are expected to be feminine and gentle. I’m actually fond of a girly fem!Tim compared to others, but I think it’s more of a punk girly then not. Janet totally would have weaponized her femininity in a way Tim tries to mimic. Dresses, soft smiles, doe eyes but a sharp mind about to rip you apart. Her interests in photography would be dismissed as ‘artsy girl’ and she’d be put into ballet or gymnastics with some comments over martial arts.

Women will have people talk about them if they do anything out of the ordinary. They aren’t supposed to ride skateboards or things because that’s what boys are expected to do. They aren’t supposed to like climbing things or other shit.

Tim as someone born a girl, and as either new money or old money, would be expected to have certain traits a boy is allowed to not have. So without a doubt she had etiquette lessons and dance lessons and anything else her mother might have decided were useful because Jack wouldn’t have noticed anything. Even if it’s cause Janet got mocked by people for not knowing I can’t see Tim not having these lessons.

Tim who has a great mask and who keeps her lives seperate this would have her high society mask, her vigilante mask, her public self and her real self because girls are still expected to act a certain way in public. Any interest that deviates form what society expects is brushed off as ‘she’s trying to be unique’ or ‘tomboy’ or ‘fitting in with the boys’.

We finally get to Robin now because Tim is still Tim and I don’t doubt she would do the same thing, fight to become Robin, but with this comes it’s own problems. Threats of sexual assault, comments about being a girl, crude comments about opening her legs or how she fights: all of these would follow her. We can go: some rouges are nice all we want but not all of them are.

Then we have Stephanie and that relationship is already drastically changed because Stephanie again is straight, and I think that Tim would be able to connect to Steph much better as a girl. I still think it wouldn’t be the healthiest of friendships because of everything but I also think that Tim being a girl while having hard lines is very different from a boy with boundaries because Steph knows as a girl what it’s like to have boundaries. She would feel bad for breaking them compared to ‘Tim is upset I found out his identity boohoo why is he upset with me?’.

We have Dick to and I’m going to be real honest: I think Dick is sexist enough to make assumptions of Tim. He doesn’t have issues with women but in general he’s a bit of a douche bag (sleeping with Babs while inviting her to his wedding with Kori anyone?) that he would put some expectations on this Tim related to being a girl. Of course Tim tosses those out of the water and I think he’d adapt but still: Dick is just… I think he’s the guy who puts a lot of stock into blood relations more then we know (ala Damian) and that he’s got a few assumptions about the Robin title along with thoughts on girls.

Bruce is… I think his expectations would be similar to canon with an emphasis on her being a girl. He knows competent women but in his world most of the female heroes are super powered or criminals, with Barbara being a shining example of a non-powered hero who got hurt. He’s going to compare it. I think it would either be worse then canon or he’s going to shove her off on female heroes more because he isn’t sure how to handle her.

Barbara as well I think is closer then canon to Tim being a girl and sort of the Batfam early compared to Stephanie. I actually think Babs would be a lot more posessive of Tim because of this, but this miiiight just be me. I know Tim and Cass would be incredibly close as well much like canon.

Jason and Damian though? Okay so I’ll be blunt: Jason is the kind of guy who is a feminist and supports woman’s rights but has a few issues with women he’s never been able to articulate. Society would press on him women are supposed to be fantastic mothers who put their families first and then he gets Sheila and Catherine. And while Catherine may have loved him society says she’s a terrible mother. Then we have Talia and no matter what the ‘sleeping together’ thing is fucked up. It just IS. So Jason has issues. However I think said issues being thrown into his face would make him stop short. Yet his reaction to a girl taking the mantle is one that would be… tricky as hell.

Damian? Damian is sexist and could go one of four ways: a) canon, b) WORSE then canon, c) dismissive and arrogant assuming she is just there to be trained and would be shoved out of the role as soon as he’s there no need to fight which turns into canon reaction when she isn’t or d) an assumption she’s there as a bride for someone. Because frankly it is something I can see him assuming. Bruce training a girl much like how Dick/Jason was trained so eventually they would marry to be solid heirs. The LoA is messed up and Talia might be a woman but she was raised there so there’s probably a ‘exception to the rule’ mentality with her. And I can see Damian either then: deciding he would be Tim’s groom as the true heir to the Bat or he would go: well time to marry her off now.

Either works. He’d still be violent and cruel towards her but that’s just Damian in general until he mellows out.

I think losing Robin in this world would be much more of a blow for Tim because of the sexism she’s faced. Being the lesser Robin for being a girl, how people reacted to her being feminine, seeing how Dick so easily tosses her aside for a male child. How people probably would go: yes! A good Robin finally! Or how his more violent reaction probably gets praised over her. Mixed in with the dismissal of Bruce being alive which feels worse as women are always getting dismissed by people and Tim lashes out harder then in canon.

We then come back to Babs because there’s only two ways she can react: canon or she goes ‘I’ll listen for real as I know the guys suck at listening to the girls’ and making her decisions that way. (And let’s be real Babs would know. Give me more female solidarity in comics and not the weird catty crap we get otherwise)

We then have canon happen with Ra’s being just as creepy mixed with a lot more sexism on her world tour.

One thing I do think would happen like canon is Tim realizing she’s bisexual when Fem!Bernard comes along and gets her thinking about it because girls are allowed to be touchy with each other so her not knowing is twice as likely.

These stories are VASTLY different from one another and the assumption that they wouldn’t be is insulting. Yes, transwomen are women but there’s still a huge difference in a story about either of them. Both these stories have very different thoughts and reactions from characters.

Just pretending that they’re one in the same is wrong. And pretending there’s a moral high ground when you claim they are is just being a dick.

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roommate!Alucard you’re barely even acquainted before you met. He was just a friend of a friend, but he doesn’t bother you, doesn’t take your stuff, he has no randos coming in and out, and he gives you a little more than his half off the rent.

(you obviously let him know and he just nods and scurries away). You set the money aside for if he wants it back or if you need a repair for the place, and just go on your way and you question to yourself and you friend.

“Soo he’s weird because there’s nothing weird about him?? How does that work y/n?” You sigh frustrated. “That’s just the thing! I feel he’s not there at all like a fuckin ghost or something.” The strawberry blonde haired girl sighed dreamily.

“I wish I had a damn ghost that pays more than half the rent money instead of Trev who just lounges about, you wouldn’t see me complaining.” You pick up a carton of eggs making sure they’re not cracked. “You’ll complain about almost anything.” “Alright I’ll give you that but if my rent was handled I wouldn’t be complaining about that.”

You hum offhandedly, heading to check out. “Aye I know him okay, and yes he’s weird but he just never really had a lot of or any friends, but if you really feel in danger call and you know I’m right there okay?” “Yea I hear you, but lemme call you later, finna go home with these groceries.” She hangs up telling you to get home safely.

You walk into the air conditioned apartment not hearing or seeing anything out of the ordinary as you place the bags on the kitchen island and head to your bathroom. You pause seeing the light luminating underneath the door, your anxiety shoots up try to think if you left it on before you went to get groceries.

‘Fuck it.’ You mumbled under your breath, grabbing the metal bat hidden behind your door, tiptoeing across your room to your bathroom. You rose your elbow that held the bat outstretching your foot pushing open your door, a scream fell from your lips as the sight in front of you shook you to your core.

Your roommate locks eyes with you, a shocked expression on his redden face as you see cum erupt from his unexpectedly large dick, he struggles to hold in a whine. When you finally pull your eyes away from his lower region you notice he’s sat on top of your toilet, a pair of your underwear balled into his fist right up under his nose, his neck bloomed a fiery red as his pupils shook.

You could see tears filling his waterline as you slowly back up, gripping the bat tighter. “What the fuck dude!” “I-it’s not what it looks like I ca- I can explain!” He stood up fixing himself up placing your panties in his sweats pocket not being discrete at all.

You narrowed your eyes at him tilting your head. “Nigga!! Are you serious?! I knew you were a fucking weirdo!” He steps towards you freezing in place when he saw your grip tighten around the weapon, he fell to his knees his hands in a praying motion blonde hair draped down his shoulders, pale yellow eyes flooding with tears at this point.

“‘M sorry ‘m sorry. Please let me continue to stay here! Don’t kick me out! Don’t tell Sypha.” You sigh looking to the left letting out a puff of air before cross your arms, relaxing the bat in a way where if he tried something you had a good enough grip for the hits to be effective.

“Soo how many times have you done this?” He pouts his hands in fists in his lap as he looks away a steaming blush coated his face. “ALUCARD?!” He looks at you and you can see the tear stain lines on his cheeks.

“A few times… for the past three months.” You paled fisting the bat. “Do you come in here when I sleep?” He furrows his eyebrows waving his hands frantically. “No no never! Just when you’re away or taking a while to get back home.” Your gut felt weird a mix of disgust, pity, and something else that you refused to acknowledge.

“I won’t kick you out Alucard but never come into my room again. Do you understand me?” He nods his head so hard his neck could’ve flown from his shoulders, you tsk throwing your bat on your bed picking up your purse heading back to the store.

Burying that unwanted feeling deep in your gut, you shake your head freeing yourself of those thoughts, your face heated. “Finna buy me some new damn locks.”

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