#when im in a stupid dumb dumb competition and they show up

[cloudwasdead]

She court on my emm till I a

[minhosimthings]

imagine … feeding jake grapes while on a picnic together … or maybe just watching a movie, snuggled up at home… you bring up smth about how you used to peel grapes with your teeth growing up and challenge him to see who can do it the best. but someway somehow, things get heated, and he starts teasing abt you having an oral fixation after you peeled the grape better than him, ofc ;), and he decides to prove you wrong by showing you just how skilled his mouth can really be- 🧎‍♀️

This has been marinating in my asks for so long istg (i think since 2023), so i wrote this extremely quickly, and im so sorry i couldnt make it a full fic annonie! But, as always, enjoy this quick dumb blurb on mine (i know its really short BUT BEAR WITH ME)

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI 18+, oral (f receiving), mention of food (grapes), swearing, use of nickname 'doll' NOT PROOFREAD (forgive me)

“Now that—” Jake slumped back against the tree, “—is definitely something you learnt at Hogwarts, you beautiful witch.”

You threw your head back as your entire body convulsed with laughter, bringing a goofy smile to Jake’s face as he realized how stupid his silly joke was. The sun was still peeking out from the horizon, bathing the skies in a shampoo of oranges and pinks. The soft spring breeze pushed Jake's hair back, prompting his body to relax into the soft grass which he sat upon. The checkered blanket which you had brought was sitting peacefully on a side, as you had decided that the grass was far more comfy. In front of you lay a basket filled with cotton-candy grapes.

“How are you even getting them to stay in your hands?” Jake whined, picking up a grape which happily slipped out his finger. You stifled a giggle.

“Just watch and learn babe.” You said with the air of a sensei, “watch and learn.”

You picked up a nicely rounded grape from the basket, pretending to observe its dimensions like a professor before you brought it to your mouth. Jake watched in pure awe as your teeth easily managed to pull off the slimy green outer layer, leaving the fresh fruit behind. You peeled one end, then the other, and the last strip went onto your tongue as you proudly showed off the skin-less grape to your boyfriend. 

“Yep.” Jake sighed, “Witch material.”

“But the hot kind right?” You laughed, popping the grape into your mouth, “You’re just jealous I could peel more grapes than you could.”

“Well, you practice it throughout your childhood!” Jake defended himself. You rolled your eyes playfully.

“It’s alright baby.” You put on a cheeky smile, before checking your watch. The sun was now fully below the horizon and nighttime was falling, “Some of us just weren't born for grape peeling.” You laughed at Jake's scowl.

“Home then?” You said, picking up the basket.

“Yep.” Jake replied with a pop of his lips, before helping you pack up.

……………………………………………………………………

"Ohh Jake, more–please I need you," you whisper hazily, hand reaching back to grab his head desperate to have his tongue buried as deep as possible. Apparently, the bragging rights of the grape-peeling competition didn't sit well with him, especially when you looked so sexy, peeling them. He had you pushed against the bedroom door as soon as you had changed into your pajamas, and now—he was devouring you like a starved man.

He took his time, savoring the taste of you, the feel of your body responding to his touch. His hands slid under your hips, pulling you closer, his tongue delving deeper into your depths. Your fingers tightened on his hair and his lips stopped coordinating with your pulsing cunt. Jake pulled away to look up at you and smirk.

He was glistening with a light sheen of sweat, his hair sticking to his damp forehead, the buttons of his shirt—once done up to near his neck, now trailing open to the middle of his chest, exposing the warm glow of his skin underneath.

“Do I win the competition now, doll?” The lowered tone of voice Jake was using sent you swimming in a pool of insanity. And it wasn't like it was any different for him. Your willing pussy throbbing for his tongue and touch were driving him to the limits of his self-control.

Before you could respond to his words however, his face disappeared between your legs. You couldn't take the tension anymore and you threw your head back with a moan. Just the feeling of his breath and the knowledge of how close he was to your pussy was driving you crazy. 

You couldn’t help but rithe under his touch, bucking your hips at his face–on instinct, overwhelmed by the way Jake was relentlessly drinking you up, his fingers gripping tighter to the meat of your thighs to hold you in place as you could feel the tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine, your back arching in desperate anticipation.

A sort of whimpering scream escaped you as you began to gasp for air, far too fucked out, just by Jake’s persistent tongue. Everything was getting hazy, and soon, your eyes were rolling to the back of your skull. Instinctively, you clenched your fists tightly on the sheets and tried to move your hips out of his reach, but his hands on your waist effectively stopped your movements.

“Oh shit- fuck, fuck, Jake, I’m so close oh f-fuck, I’m–” Just like that, you were falling over the brink of collapse, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave, pleasure flowing through every inch of your veins as you met your high. His lips completely wrapped as he suckles and continues to flick where you’re most sensitive, working you through your orgasm.

More arousal poured from you, and Jake was quick to lap it up. You grabbed his hair tighter, driving your hips into his face at a ravenous pace—practically fucking his face—and then it hit you again. Eyes rolled to the back of your head as your back arched in an awkward angle, your orgasm hits you hard. It’s without warning, heart-pounding, with a certain addiction—as sweet as cotton candy grapes.

Dividers by the talented @drizztdohurtin

[phoenixfangs]

tagged by @rizaposting HOLDING UR HAND AND PRESSING MY FOREHEAD AGAINST UR SHOULDER i never get tagged in these so this is fun huehue

are you named after anyone? not technically, ive asked my parents multiple times about How they came up with me and my siblings names, but they just. didnt think very hard about it. fjkdlsjfdlas. but in a way im named after my mom, because me and saturns given names start with the same letter as our moms; my younger siblings names start with the same letter as our dads. i guess me and saturn could also be named for one of my dads uncles?? our names mixed make that uncles name. but idk im not willing to believe my dad cares that much about Anyone in his family to honor their memory through our names lawl

when was the last time you cried? i think the other day watching atla, when zuko and iroh reunite before the final battle. zuko trying to stumble through an apology and thinking iroh must hate him, but iroh just without even saying anything grabbing zuko and pulling him into a tight and tearful hug... man ;_;

do you have kids? HELL NO!!!!! im barely halfway through my 20s i should be at the club. dont want kids, never wanted kids, will never want kids. i will tolerate being my nieces and nephews cool auncle when my siblings start having kids of their own, and No More, thanks

do you use sarcasm a lot? i guess so?? its hard to gauge. i feel like most of the time i speak sincerely, but i will also throw in the occasional sarcastic quip. shrugs

what sports do you play? i dont play any sports anymore, but up until high school i played softball. i was pretty good i think! pitcher and second base. also in middle/high school i was a baton twirler for band and i guess dance competitions (i have Never thought of it as 'dance' but i guess technically i was dancing... blegh), and im gonna count that as a sport. any activity with the possibility and probability of being hit on the head by a metal rod counts as a sport to me

what’s the first thing you notice about people? probably their height. most people are taller than me but i will make an immediate note of people who are Shorter than me

what’s your eye color? grrrreen gray? i spent a few minutes staring at my eyes trying to figure out the color but all i did was strain my eyes jfldks

scary movies or happy endings? hmmmmmm i love both. i like blood and gore and guts and evil, but i also like heartwarming fluff where everything works out. i cant decide!! it just depends on my mood hehe

any special talents? i hesitate to claim i have perfect pitch because it sounds self congratulatory, but im pretty sure i have perfect pitch lmao. i cant Identify notes by name but i can recreate pretty much any note i hear, as long as its in my range. im not a good singer though lawl i dont have the technique. in the same vein, i can recreate other noises i hear pretty well, like i taught myself how to do the perry the platypus clicking sound Thing he does just by listening to it

where were you born? texas born and raised! everyone i knew growing up was a redneck or a 'cowboy church' christian

what are your hobbies? drawing, writing fanfic oneshots or rps with friends, bideo games, rewatching the same handful of tv shows and letsplays and video essays over and over again

do you have any pets? my son, my sweet bubby, apollo :> my stupid little man, hes gonna be 3 this year i think! flame point siamese kitty, dumb as rocks, currently i think hes burrowed in the sheets on my bed taking a nappy

how tall are you? 5'2", but add a couple inches because i almost exclusively wear shoes that add height, like my Big Dyke Boots i wear every day hehe

favorite subject in school? any of my electives probably, like art and music/band. in college my favorite classes i ever took were film appreciation, screenwriting, and theatre directing (which i signed up for thinking it was film directing, but it was still so fun and interesting)

dream job? honestly?? i think anything on the set of a movie or tv show would be awesome. maybe creative consultant, so that i can interject my own ideas into other peoples projects. i tend to feel my most creative when im working Around other peoples ideas tbh. all that, or lead writer/director on my own tv show/movie/video game, if i ever feel like i can handle that pressure

GET TAGGED @applescabs @lizardyeast @cottagegay and anyone else that sees and wants to participate :>

[daiseukiis]

SHARE A THOT ABOUT F/Os

i have no idea what you're talking about bestie

EDIT OH I AM SO DUMB

RE-EDITNG AND ADDING JSDFW

kaiser - i actually started liking this stupid koolaid hair dipped man because of a few smaus. yk those like scenerios of like 1/2 ss yea... fell for him there. i dont even know why i have so much appeal to him, probably because he's s smug cocky little shit and his tattoos honestly get me. but still, that little ass needs to be humbled and i am here all for it ;)

despite me and him like being so suffocatingly flirtly with him that almost everyone hates it, they also appreciate the times that i am the only one that can smack his stupid ass up right again and humble him. he really does listen to me, and he most likely admires my determination and super blunt ass lol. before games he makes sure to kiss me, he thinks it a good luck charm. we play pass sometimes, though i'm not any good at football he still enjoys playing with me ( or so he says he does ). he remembers the small things surprisingly, how i love the colour purple and though not into dresses, loves buying ones with blue roses ( ironically enough, a very pale or royal shade of blue rlly suits me so if he sees it he's buying it ) and he lets me use his card to go shopping!

kise - i cannot get this dumb blonde idiot out of my head like what the actual fuck. when i saw him i'm like oh he's pre cut, but omg the more scenes of him i ended up liking him and how determined he is. esp that scene of kasamatsu telling him off, this guy also needs to be humbled. i rlly liked his character development and i like how it shows that kise isn't just some 'good guy' everyone says he is. also, this bitch has been nerfed so many times in the anime like ??? HE IS UNSTOPPABLE HE ISTG THE STRONGEST GOM AND THEN BOOM INJURED.

me and kise is me turning down his flirtyass sometimes haha, he needs to be humbled like kaiser! he is another that most likely admires me for my attitude. i'm no gom player like him, nor am i like outstandingly amazing at ball, we play tgtr and this stupid asshole never lets me win! i give him pointers since i used to coach, he absolutely loves my dedication to the sport lol. i hate how he teases me, regardless of my competitive dancing background could not for the love of me survive dance dance rev. i hate him for that. we go shopping tgtr and when we go out we're lwk matching ! he dresses me up, i dress him up. he takes me to his modelling gigs sometimes and when they need an extra i model w him :3

sting - my first anime crush ! the owner of my heart, kise, kaiser and everyone else be renting ! ( real ! ) literally would melt again in his presence. pre gmg sting was such an asshole, like he was michael kaiser asshole it is so astonishing. but he actually does care a lot though under that masked cocky crop top he's always in. istg when lector disappeared and he cried for him back rlly stung, and i love how he cares so much about other post gmg !!! like omg, i could fall to my knees im so in love with him it's so crazy.

i would nag at him to do his guild work, because as guild master he really needs to get his shit together or else we can't go on jobs tgtr. he sucks at cooking, so i'm the one who cooks for him; depending on how busy he is doing paper work i'll feed him too! always pecks me a kiss if he has to go on a mission and will always come back with souvenirs for me. he's a bit forgetful, but i can see that he makes up for it for surprise dates, lots of cuddles and kisses.

[theuniverseawakens347]

Me putting your body out there for you bitches in botched competition is NOT A COMPLIMENT- ONLY MEN N WOMEN CHECKING FOR IT IN FLATTER OF YOURS VS THEIRS IS WEAK MINDED MEANING RAPE VICTIMS.

- MANY LEVELS TO RAPE CULTURE.. psychological physical sexual and emotional and ME FUCKING SPIRITUAL - ALL THESE BITCHES WHO LOOK LIKE ME OR PUTTING MY DETLA DNA BREAK DOWNS N THEM ARE LEADING W THEIR TITS ASS OR FUCKING CURVES BEFORE SHOW CASING ANY FUCKING REAL TALENT TO ASPIRE A YOUTH OR ELDER TO WANT TO MOVE THEIR BODY TO A PLACE OF HAPPINESS AND JOY - NICE MURDERING OF INNOCENCE- UR INNER KIDS STARVED N LEFT FOR DEAD.

… you made a society that forces ppl into a hole of I gotta starve or do some dumb shit for what they deem a necessity for their living lifestyle to be played off as okay to the public.

- cash when have you last showered and why!? - at a rapist apartment bc the water offered had the option of being warm - PLANET FITNESSES DOES ICE SHOWERS IM TINY AS FUCK - ST FRANCIS HYPOSHOCK “therapy “ DOESNT WORK FOR SOMEONE W LITTLE TO NO BODY FAT NATURALLY … “gut health” … I DONT HAVE THE ISSUES THE OTHER GIRLS WHO LOOK LIKE ME GOT - LEE FORGED MY MEDICAL RECORDS DR WATSON BUT HER MALE DOCTOR AT UCLA “ur anemic based on the whites of ur eyes” ABSOLUTELY SO YOU CAN PULL MY FUCKING BLOOD FOR EVELYNS FUCKING BBL AND JASMEAN BOTOX N INDIA BBL FILLERS WIINTR..

IM BEYOND HEALTHY EVEN WHEN YOU CUNTS STARVE ME - IM DEAD WALKING AROUND IN MY GHOST FORM BUT W FLESH - THE BODY AND FUCKING FLESH OF CHRIST YOU CANT COMPREHEND VISUALLY SO YOU THINK DRAINING ME IN FULL W BRING THE FUCKING HOLY GHOST UR STARING AT - IM GAUNT AND THEN WHEN AROUND SPIRITUAL NATURAL FAMILY OR SOMEONE IS SYPHONING OFF MY BLOOD …

IM THICC WHEN IM FULL NATURAL IN MY OWN ZONE - SHANYCE YOU PUT ON WEIGHT LIKE EVELYN TO GET LIPO AND MY FUCKING STEM CELLS YOU NASTY STUPID FUCKING CUNT COI LERAY TO SAY UR MY MOM DARNIECE WEHN I GET OFF THE STREETS.

NO. YOU CANT FUCKING KILL ME BUT IMA FUCKING LEGALLY KIKL ALL YOU STUPID FUCKING HOES. AND LEE FUCK YOU IN FULL MISUSING MY MOM DARNIECE AND DAD LIKE ME TO DO YOUR FUCKING TERRORIST THREATS - THE WORSE FUCKING SNIPER EYE PI YOU. - WHY YOU DONT COME TO THE LIB TO ACTUALLY FEED ME .. how you gon give money to a stranger to me but someone you had rob Howard your wedding night or beat him up so you cud sue the church back for the $$

“Oh im so sorry well comp back 1/2 of ur wedding rental for the incident please don’t hold a grudge to our business”

Lee “oh it’s fine I’ll just have Judy Carter and other lesbian friends of mine specifically get married and this church and my brother n cousin and do the same shit now that I know it worked for demi mores wedding too”

- I BLEW A HOLE IN MY CREDIT NOW I GOTTA DO FINACIAL FRAUD BY RISKING 2 pac Naz and others lives bc welp “fuck blacks and gays white supremacy Westley victor Raymond taught me in the church 1961 watching black gay girls die” - Harvey milk let me help ur campaign grow but then get you raped sexually and START AN AIDS COMMUNITY WHERE WE PURPOSELY RAPE VICTIMS THEN SUE THEM FOR EMOTIONALLY AND BODILY HARM while I get you murdered AFTER BEING THE FACE OF A CAMPAIGN- ANY WAR HALL BENEFICIARIES - JAMAL RON HENDERSON WHYD YOU MAKE ME URS AFTER WE BROKE UP 2020 in like Aug Sep?? LEE GARLINGTON OR HOWARD NUGENT FOR FUCKING ME OVER .. then a yr later lets kill cashay and work him like a slut to make back our money but eqsy kill on her and Tristan bc like welp double the pleasure lot I got slaves turning who need to eat - MAY 2021 “robbery” of Victoria park house … but like Aug 11-15? 2021 let’s send men cashay doesn’t know to her apartment to kidnap her .. RANSOM … how would that work Lee when UR LEADING IT AND THEIR ASKING YOU FOR MONEY BC NO ONE SAID ANYTHING BOUT WHO MY REAL PARENTS ARE YOU NIMROD!

- nefarious crimes from the penthouse executive suite of Victoria park where Lee pretends to be “nothing more than a mother and wife w hobbies [i] don’t have time to do the crazy lunatic things you accuse me of bc for whatever reason THEN W UR GRANDMA AND MOTHER THEY WENT SMOOTH BUT WITH YOU STUPID LITTLE SHIT FUCK IM CLEARLY GUILTY”

- I know you fucking dumbass ass cunt ITS CALLED GOD. YOU GOT MANY PORTRAITS OF ME HANGING IN THE HOUSE YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH A REMINDER IM GOING TO FUCKING KILK YOU FOR ALL THE BLACKS AND GAYS AND MINORITIES RACES AND SMALL POCKETS YOU BIG BANKED HUNTED IN THAT SHIT FUCKING HOUSE.

- ur fucking dead and I’m pulling the trigger personally WITH YOU IN FRONT OF LAPD. STUPID BITCH. FOR HOWARD.

[imnotreal-png]

>:) -- Entry 1

OK i just smoked a joint after i wrote the date and now im kinda chillin but imma still yap on dis hoe.

I am a loser. Like a huge loser, okay? Like im not dumb or wtv, i may have reached a weird and insane level of self awareness, but im just as much of a loser as anyone else.

I keep catching myself trying to people please and overstepping my boundaries and justifying it with "oh everyone else does it, so what, its normal" like ok dumb bitch that doesn't make it okay, get a grip.

But i will be yapping away abt alot of stupid bullshit i deal with and stupid things make me sad. I am very well aware that I am irrational, but these are things i feel in those moments that i always hold in because i don't want people 2 see that weak side of me. It's embarrassing and it's not me.

In truth, i have nooo idea what i'm doing. I have 0 clue on where i'll be in the future. I didn't think i'd make it this far and not on some suicidal shit (idk if u can say that word here, oops.), i just genuinely thought that i'd somehow perish?? Like i wasn't really real in some weird way. I just didn't exist. Even though i was always the center of drama or the cause of all things chaotic, i was always misunderstood. god that's so fucking cringe but hear me out.

I always said shit that i believed was clear enough to be understood and yet it wasn't. Even my tone apparently has been rude this entire time. But no one would actually tell me how i come off, they just ate it up in silence and then spaz on me. Even now i don't really understand because i truly believe i am very clear on what im saying. Yet it's still...not seen the way im trying to show it? Idk if im making any sense bruh but whatever. Maybe im narcissistic but no one understands my brain the way i attempt to express it...or i guess how i see it. Idk i guess im just frustrated that no one understands me or gets my brain.

Also it's super cringe when people tell me im mature for my age. Literally eat my shit. actual ick. get away from me.

I hate my mom. She hates me too but she hates me bc I'm not the pussy she wishes she was when she was my age. She's the most childish person i know. I genuinely do not care what she thinks of me whatsoever. She's just power hungry and immature. Actually, I don't even hate her, i just hate that she gets to have all this power over me. I just want my freedom, thats it. She can hate my lifestyle or whatever the fuck, as long as im not living with her. At the end of the day, im truly content with who i am as a person and my moral compass etc, she cant affect that. I just need to have my own space and leave her household to finally be free and actually experience life in a comfortable and more peaceful way. I guess that's all i can say rn. I just wish she would respect my boundaries and stop treating me like im her competition and she'll always be superior. She won't and i cannot wait for the day she finally see's that lol.

!! super irrational moment alert !!

LMAO this is super cringe but like when i started music i put "listen 2 my moozik" in my bio bc we say muzik in albanian but americans wud have 2 read it as moozik to get it right + its funny? Ever since i started rlly getting exposure and performing out there, all these NON SLAVS/BALKANS have started putting it in their bio's 🙄 like be fr, its sooo obvious (at least to me). And now some of these mfs i've interacted w startes stealing my lingo and the way i type [this isn't how i type when i txt friends. its worse and i shorten everything in a miserable way cuz its funny] and it's cute at first but now mfs on social media posting the way i do and talking the way i do. [insert side eye bc yeah] and it's kinda cringe cuz they're actually rlly shallow and mainstream people, they just look like they trying 2 hard to be quirky. lol.

im probably tweakin tho idk.

i wish i grew up with art. i wish my parents had that and were able to introduce it to me. I feel like a fraud when i try to be creative and do things. Even with making music. As much as i enjoy it and love it and it really does make me happy, it feels fake. I can't play any instruments, i can't sing, im far from a good writer, fuck if know anything abt music theory...i literally just click buttons and make sounds on my computer lol. I didn't grow up indulging in art and creativity, i was actually always super bad at it. I wish i had a deeper connection with it. I wish i understood it better. I wish i expressed it better. I wish my ideas were my own. I want to be able to create something that is truly mine without feeling like im a fake.

UHHHH so imma just come on here and vent whenever i feel like i have something i need 2 say. This is intended for the void, if u come across it...cringe.

[mirkoluvs]

★ BUILDING A SNOWMAN WITH MHA CHARACTERS

characters: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki

genre: fluff !!

notes: first post !! hope you guys like it : )

izuku midoriya

- this man is EXCITED

- although he’s excited, he will literally refuse to let you go outside until you have all your winter gear on

- but once you both get geared up and go outside

- it only goes downhill from there.

“IZUKU, THE SNOWBALL”, “WHAT?!”, “IT’S ABOUT TO BREAK-“. you both just watched in silence as the final snowball needed to make the base of your all might inspired snowman collapsed back into a pile of snow on the ground. “you know, how about we just make mini ones instead?”, you suggested, coming to the conclusion that snowmen weren’t either of your thing’s. “yeah… that’s probably a good idea…”, he muttered. you both crouched down and began working on your mini snowmen, which soon became a whole army of mini snowmen.

katsuki bakugo

- he thinks it’s the stupidest idea ever

- “why would you waste your time doing stupid shit like that?“

- but with enough begging, you finally convinced him to do it

- same as izuku, he wouldn’t let you go outside until you had all your winter gear on

- “if you catch a cold, i’m letting you suffer”

- who knew how competitive one could get when it comes to making snowmen.

- you honestly think he’s discovered a new talent

“i thought you said this was stupid?”, you questioned him, looking at the perfect snowman in front of the two of you. “IT IS STUPID. i’m never wasting my energy on something dumb as this again, i only did it so you would quit nagging me”, he grumbled. “i don’t think someone who finds making snowmen stupid would be capable of making a perfect one”, you chuckled. “well duh, im good at everything. AND IT’S STILL STUPID. we’re done here anyway, so we’re going back inside”, he complained, grabbing your arm and dragging you back into the dorms, despite your complaints and protests.

shoto todoroki

- since he was stuck with endeavor as a kid, he didn’t really have a clear idea of what snowmen were.

- “snowmen? are they men with snow?”

- “you’re so close yet so far…”

- after you showed him a picture, he recognized the figure from seeing them out on patrol multiple times during the season

- he was still a bit confused but went along with it anyway

- whenever your hands got cold with the snow, he’d take your hands into his and warm them up with his quirk

- for someone who didn’t really know what a snowman was until a few minutes ago, he honestly did pretty good?

- well, almost.

- somehow, the hardest part for him was the decorations.

“shoto, dear… why is the carrot on the snowman’s head…?”, you asked him. he looked over with innocent, confused, eyes. “i thought this was his hat, is it not?”, he questioned, looking back at his creation. scanning the whole thing, you realized that he completely misused everything. he gave the snowman a hat and buttons, but no face. “so he just has no face, then?”, you asked him. “i’d prefer not to do that, i heard that they may come alive if you give them a face”, he said in a very serious tone. you held back your laughter as you nodded, snapping a picture of his snowman before heading back inside

© mirkoluvs. please do not copy, modify, or repost on other platforms. thank you !!

[milksnake-tea]

Hiya!! would it be alright to request the dorm leaders with a s/o who does that ol tiktok trend of “who I would cheat on my boyfriend with, none,” and then the next page is like Barry B. Benson or something 😂 before quickly going back to the none page. I think this would be a bunch of head canons if I read the rules right 😅

i should probably say that i have no experience with tiktok but i went there just for you anon

also i have no sense of humor when im typing with good/decent grammar so i’m sorry if this isn’t funny

...almost takes it seriously. At first, he’s a bit irritated that you’re taking him away from his work to show him who you would cheat on him on. Riddle is already bracing himself to hear all of the other people who are much, much better than he is. It doesn’t really help that his self esteem is shorter than himself.

A relieved smile makes its way onto his face once he sees the “None” slide. Riddle crosses his arms and huffs righteously, as if he weren’t just doubting both him and his s/o before this. That was ridiculous. Of course his darling s/o wouldn’t cheat on him.

His smirk immediately drops when you “attempt” to close the presentation and instead the slides opts to show a humanoid bee of all things. Riddle whips his head at you just in time to see you lunge to slam the laptop shut in fake panic. 

You already know that the prank has gone terribly wrong when Riddle doesn’t even try to talk. At least, until your little hedgehog sighs and releases all of the tension in his body.

“What was that?” he said, his voice almost terrifyingly calm. “That... thing.”

After you quickly explain to him about the glories of Barry B. Benson, Riddle immediately covers his face and groans. You can see the tips of his ears go red, and with an impish grin on your face, you ask him what’s wrong.

Riddle slowly uncovers his face, but refuses to look you in the eyes. Quietly, so quiet that you almost can’t hear him, he mumbles with a bright flush across his cheeks.

“...please don’t scare me like that again. I don’t know what I would do if you left me.”

Please protect him.

...leaves the moment he spots the camera. I’m sorry Leona lovers, but this man is not going to put up with this nonsense and he is going to walk right out the door. He went through ONE of your TikTok pranks and it was enough for him to never want to go through it again.

And added that you wanted to show him a presentation about who you would CHEAT on him with? Please, count him out. He’s a possessive little crap who isn’t going to sit down and have his fragile ego shattered.

Eventually, with quite a bit of asking (and you will have to wear him down for this, trust me), he gives in to your pleas. And no, it’s not because he’s a weakling who can’t say no to you for long, he’s just scouting the competition and figuring out who he needs to beat into submission.

Then again, Leona isn’t dumb. He’s pretty sure that you’re going to show him something stupid, like a character from a TV show. That’s how these “pranks” always went - and he could tell that this was definitely one of those.

That’s why he doesn’t let his guard up even once you switch to the “none” slide. There has to be a catch, or you wouldn’t be filming. Still, he plays along and lets a loose grin slip, slinging his arm around you. 

You’re prepared for at least some reaction when you switch to the next slide, but unfortunately, even with the glory of Colonel Sanders smiling upon him, Leona’s face doesn’t change. When you look up at him, you expected him to be staring at the screen in shock or even anger, but no, he’s still smirking down at you like he was the prankster.

“Did you really think that would work on me?” he drawled, tightening his arm around you. For a moment, he seemed to tower over you, trapping you like a predator cornering his prey.

Soon enough, though, he broke the facade and chuckled. You looked at him confused, only for him to bury his face into you and mumble into your head.

“You’ll have to try harder than that to get to me, rabbit.”

...doesn’t want to see it. He really doesn’t. Azul wants to stay in whatever safety net he has that you wouldn’t leave him for another person, someone who was probably better for you in all the ways that he wasn’t. So for you to walk up to him after hours with a presentation about who you’d want to cheat on him with?

Yeah, he’s not happy. And he will let you know. But does he watch it anyways? Yes, because he sees the camera and he knows it’s a prank.

Azul is pretty weak when it comes to refusing the one he loves, so he’ll begrudgingly set aside his paperwork and sit back to watch. He doesn’t get what you’re so excited about, but if his past experience with you has told him anything, it’s that he shouldn’t take it too seriously.

His tired and exasperated face turns into a sweet smile once the first slide, showcasing a simple word: none. Weren’t you just precious. Azul turns to give you a sweet kiss on your cheek, only to catch a brief image in the corner of his eye when you “accidentally” press the next button.

Even after you slam the laptop shut, Azul’s eye is quick and he has already taken in the image. He narrows his eyes at you, squint through his glasses almost as to ask you if he really just saw that.

“Dear,” Azul says slowly, and you can practically hear the disappointment in his voice. “What, pray tell, was that?”

He doesn’t let you answer as he pinches the bridge of his nose and covers his face in disappointment. You bite back the chuckle at the pure disgust in his voice from seeing the glorious image of Handsome Squidward.

“That’s not what squid merfolk look like, dear.”

You’re lucky he loves you.

...is too innocent for this kind of thing. He’s willing to go along with whatever you want, as long as you’re happy. Although, he’s a bit confused on what the point of this is - he doesn’t get why you would make a slideshow about this kind of thing, but you know what, the Internet’s weird, so he’ll just go along with it. Whatever floats your boat.

Oh, and he absolutely knows what cheating is. He lives in a higher society family, he’s probably heard plenty of scandals and other things. Kalim just tends to ignore those kind of things, though. But enough about that, back to the TikTok.

He chuckles and grins happily when you show the “none” slide. Kalim’s pretty sure that there’s something in store, but he doesn’t really care as he snuggles into your side with a chirp that he would never cheat on you either.

That said, he does take a moment to comprehend the character you’ve put on screen when you push the next button. You have plenty of time to shut the laptop because he’s trying to figure out what the actual heck he just saw. But as soon as he hears the laptop shut, Kalim snaps out of whatever daze he was in.

The smile on his face suddenly seems a lot more threatening when he lunges for the laptop, snatching it out of your hands and opening it up. You’ll have to fake wrestle him to get it back, but Kalim’s surprisingly strong and probably pushes you away with his foot while he takes a second peek at your slideshow.

“A chipmunk?” he mutters to himself, staring at you innocently. “You have weird taste.”

Setting aside the laptop, he tackles you in another hug, smooshing his cheek against you. Honestly, he doesn’t really care about whatever or whoever this Alvin is.

He’s just glad to spend some time with you.

...knows exactly what you’re doing. Vil has been all over TikTok and Magicam since the beginning of time, he probably saw this trend the moment it went viral. He brushed it off as just another trend that the others could take advantage of, but Vil is a loyal man and he has better things to do than this.

That said, if you want to follow the crowd and hop onto this train, then go ahead, he’s not going to stop you. Vil plays along with your antics, and he’s a perfect actor - as one would expect. He’s amused at how excited you are to do this. You’re just so cute, how could he not be?

Vil barely pays attention as you switch to the none slide - how could he, when he knows exactly what’s coming? Well, not exactly, but he has a pretty good idea of what you’re about to show him.

And sure enough, when the picture of a green orge flashes on screen, Vil is less than surprised. In fact, he almost chokes in surprise because he’s never seen THAT before in his life - and its teeth, disgusting! What kind of ears were those?

Vil isn’t even offended by the fact that you might cheat on him with this orge - he’s offended at its hygenie. The look of pure disgust on his face is enough to send you cackling - brows scrunched together and his mouth pulled back into a grimace.

“What in the heavens is that?!” Vil manages out, physically recoiling away from the sight.

He barely listens to your explanation of the holy Shrek before grabbing you by the shoulders.

“Sapling, flower, promise me this. You can do whatever pranks you wish on me, but by the Seven... don’t ever show me that again.”

Yes, he’s scared of Shrek. What are you going to do about it.

...is offended by your taste. Like Vil, he’s been lurking around TikTok and he’s seen the trends and the videos - and honestly, he would’ve done one too if it weren’t for his crippling social anxiety.

Idia hates being seen on camera, so once he sees the presentation, he’s going to ask that you don’t record him. One, he doesn’t need that out there for his family to see, and two, he knows that Azul is going to blackmail the ever loving crap out of him if he catches wind of this.

Once he sees the actual presentation though, Idia is flat out disappointed. What kind of taste was this? Sonic? Please, Knuckles is so much better. You actually like Levi? Satan is far superior to that weeb, don’t you have eyes? You decide not to mention that Levi is practically identical to him.

Look, Idia spends more time on the computer rather than interacting with actual people, it’s practically guaranteed that he’ll know the characters that you’re showing him. And it’s also guaranteed that he’s going to have certain opinions on the characters you show him.

You’re wheezing on the floor while Idia critiques each and every one of your choices, and for almost all of them he insists that there’s another character from the same franchise which is far better than any of the characters you showed him. It's adorable how seriously he's taking it. Well, not really. Idia knows that none of these characters are real, so you'd never cheat on him with any of them.

That said, he does have something special for you. The moment your presentation is over, Idia slams down his own laptop.

"This is how a professional does it.”

He opens the laptop to show you his very own presentation that he made, and ended up not showing you due to his anxiety. Even if his tone is a bit too smug for you, you love him anyway.

Plus, you want to see how he reacts when you diss his own characters.

...nearly attempts to burn down the computer himself. We all saw this coming. Malleus is one of the most possessive characters in the series, and added with the fact that he is as hopeless with technology as someone from the 16th century, he isn’t going to be taking this well. 

The moment he hears “cheating” and sees the first slide of the presentation, flames begin to form around his mouth and his pupils turn into slits. You can practically feel the air around him begin to warm, and Malleus almost seems to glow.

Just barely before Malleus sets the entirety of Ramshackle on fire, you manage to calm him down and assure him that it’s just an Internet thing that you wanted to try out - which did not help him in the slightest.

Malleus is one of the few people who you should absolutely not show or even attempt this kind of thing with. He has the possessiveness of a dragon, and he takes things very seriously as the Crown Prince of the Valley of Thorns.

Let’s say that you went and showed him the presentation anyway, and Malleus somehow didn’t go into a primal rage. When you get into the none slide, he is more than relieved - but he doesn’t say anything. No, Malleus has his pride and you don’t need to know just how affected he was when he even considered the possibility of you falling for another.

Then you switch to the next slide, and all hell breaks loose.

Malleus looks ready to murder whoever that purple thing was - you might’ve thought that he wouldn’t be able to catch a glimpse of anything, but Malleus’s eyes are keen. He knows what he saw, and he saw competition.

He doesn’t blame you, of course. He knows that you love him no matter what, but still... better safe than sorry. Malleus claims that he’s just going to give that creature a warning, but you know better.

You still haven’t figured out how to tell him that Barney the Dinosaur wasn’t even real.

[neon-junkie]

Something that has been living rent free in my head since I entered the fandom is Tech with a bimbo gf 🧍🏽‍♀️ (Definitely not me projecting since I’m very unintelligent jsjdhdhdh)

i know this isnt a request, but this is right up my alley, so im gonna write some headcanons about it >:) 1.3k words. female reader. general hc's and some nsfw ones at the end🤤🤤🤤

As we know, Tech is quite cocky about his intelligence. I'm sure the Kaminoans have hyped him up into developing that cocky persona, but then again, if you possessed almost all the knowledge in the galaxy, then you'd also be cocky about it, right?!

That being said, Tech can get somewhat... irritated around people who don't have common sense.

Tech finds intelligent people attractive. He likes that competitive aspect, and he yearns for someone who might be able to put him in his place.

And then you come along.

You're a bit ditsy, your heart is in the right place, but your mind is... full of air. Maybe you've lived a sheltered life, or maybe you just can't soak up information like the average person can. Dumb is the kindest way of describing you, but you're well aware that knowledge isn't your strong point, and you excel in other areas.

Maybe weapons is your speciality, and you've been partnered up with the Batch as an extra set of hands on some upcoming missions.

Wrecker loves you from the start because you're just like him - not the brightest in the bunch, but you know your speciality.

Hunter and Echo like you because you're kind, friendly, selfless, and you're clearly trying to show your worth, which they appreciate.

Crosshair thinks you're cute, a "little airhead," as he likes to call you. He's patronizing, scruffing your hair up after praising you on a mission, but later when the Batchers are asleep, he'll come over just to talk about weapons with you.

Tech, unlike the others, hates you. You're just so... stupid. Seriously, how can't you grasp even the tiniest bit of information?!

"I refuse to repeat myself for the fifth time. If you cannot grasp basic information, then you clearly shouldn't have been stationed with us," Tech will grumble every time he has to repeat himself.

Hunter has pulled Tech aside multiple times to scold him for being so harsh on you, to which Tech brushes him off and goes about his day.

It isn't until you one-up Tech, that he realises that hey, maybe you're not so bad, and yeah, he has been too harsh on you.

Wrecker and Tech are knee-deep in a conversation about explosives, when you chime in and inform them that they're both wrong.

"I don't remember seeing this explosive in the Kaminoan armoury, which would explain why neither of you know much about it, but..." you say before explaining the ins and outs of said device, followed by explaining how you know so much about it.

Wrecker is beaming with joy as he watches you relay the facts, which Tech is turning redder by the second.

"-I can assure you, I'm not wrong. You must be mistaking this device with another, similar one. As you can see..." Tech cuts you off, and whips out his holopad, searching for the device in the armoury archives.

He begins reading out the basic specs, only for his words to trail off as he comes to realise that, actually, you're right.

You're so right, it hurts.

"Oh..." Tech mutters. "It appears that... you are correct," he sheepishly admits.

Wrecker bursts out into laughter, nudging Tech, teasing him about being wrong, for once. Tech shoves his holopad into Wrecker's hands and tells him to "read up on it, seeing as you were also wrong," before excusing himself and scurrying off.

Tech disappears down the Marauder, locking himself into the refresher. He pulls his goggles off, giving his eyes a much-needed rub, as his brain turns into mush. How the kriff was he wrong?!

As his hands move away from his face, he locks his gaze onto his reflection, and begins internally questioning how he's just been one-upped by a woman who didn't even know her left from her right when she first joined.

That's when Tech comes to realise that Hunter, along with the others, are right; Tech has been way too harsh on you. Yes, you're dumb in some areas, but intelligent in others.

He needs to apologise for the way he's been treating you.

And that's exactly what Tech does. He pulls you aside when the timing is right, during a late night on the Marauder when you're on watch duty, and everyone else is asleep.

Or meant to be asleep.

Tech enters the cockpit, asking if you're free to talk, and you greet him like a friend, not a co-worker who lashes out regularly at you.

"I've been meaning to apologise for... my treatment of you. I mistook you for a lesser intelligent being, someone who doesn't deserve to be working with us, when my perception of you has been completely wrong," Tech begins apologising, keeping his gaze locked on hyperspace, unable to look at you.

He begins babbling away, stumbling over his words, explaining over and over how he shouldn't view anyone as 'lesser' than himself, begging for your forgiveness.

"Does this mean that you aren't going to correct me from now on? Because I've been enjoying your information dumps," you tease, cutting his apology short before Tech runs out of breath.

"You do?" Tech stutters, his curls bouncing as his head snaps over to gawk at you.

"Mhm," you say with a nod. "I've learnt a lot from you."

"Oh..." Tech blinks hard, wrapping his head around this turn of events. "Well, I'd be more than happy to continue... teaching you, if you'd like?" Tech suggests.

"I'd like that," you say with a smile, agreeing to his lessons.

Through each lesson, Tech's unknown soft spot grows more and more. He's blind about his feelings towards you, but the rest of the Batch can see it clearer than the light of day.

"At least they're getting along now," Hunter comments whenever you two are having 'lesson time.'

"Tech never helps me out like that," Wrecker sulks.

"Guess she won't be our ditsy girl for much longer," Crosshair chimes in.

"Or our girl at all, Tech's clearly got a thing for her," Echo points out.

And Echo is totally right.

NSFW headcanons:

You're the one who initiates things with Tech. He may be book-smart, but you know what you're doing in bed, and you offer to 'show him' one night.

However, despite your sexual knowledge, Tech still likes to act as if he has the upper hand in this area. You'll be on your knees between Tech's legs, looking up at him whilst he relaxes in his pilot's chair, keeping your mouth busy.

"A little lower, love. That's it, you can take more. You know exactly what you're doing, don't you, darling?" Tech will blabber on. He's mostly cheering you on, but he's also subconsciously remind himself that he's the knowledgeable one out of you two.

Tech loves teacher/student role-playing. That is how you two got to know each other, after all. He'll pull you over his thighs, your bare ass turning a deep shade with every spank he lands. He'll order you to resite what you learnt today, and every slip up earns you another slap.

However, every fact that you get right earns another pump of his finger, working you open for his cock.

"You almost feel ready for me, my student. Resite a few more facts for me, and then I'll praise you for being so good. Don't slip up now, I'd hate to remove a finger from you."

Tech didn't realise he had a kink for degrading until you two became a thing. He loves pet names, especially when they're mean and nasty.

"My silly girl, dumb girl. You're lucky to have me, else I'm not sure how far you would have made it. At least you're pretty, you stupid slut. Now, come here and show your Technician just how much he means to you, hm?"

not to promote myself, but if you're into the dumb/smart kink, and a bit of degrading, then I'd suggest reading this fic I did a while back >:)

[writingabouteverything]

A Blink of an Eye

a/n I WENT TO MY HSLOT SHOW IT WAS EVERYTHING YOU GUYS !! BEST NIGHT EVER! this isn’t like born from that exactly but it is a being at a HSLOT tour show vibes lol

if this is bad im sorry,, it just got so long so fast and ahhh it’s here 

summary: y/n is a college student that has basically become a celebrity over night after being casted in a live action Coraline adaptation, and her first real outing post-blowing up is a Harry Styles concert she bought pit tickets for a year ago. Things are more hectic than y/n imagined them being, but they’re not unenjoyable...and then the Harry Styles’s narcissistic side has to come out after realizing that he’s not the only center of attention at his own show. And that changes a lot more than just the outcome of a concert. 

a/n part 2 lol: i can see making this a series or like a mini blurb series where harry like introduces the reader to the celebrity world and helps her through it and thats like what draws them into a relationship?? idk? 

also could see myself making a fake social media post for this!!

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It’s 2021...technology has advanced far too much for me to still get blindsided by stupid mistakes like forgetting to set the right alarm. How dumb can one person be? Now that my schedule is as tight as it is, I can’t afford to do things like this. 

I was supposed to finish a math assignment due tonight at midnight in the morning, because my mid-morning and early-afternoon are taken up by classes. When I finish that, I have my first video interview since the...whole getting casted in the upcoming live action Coraline and then blowing up on twitter because of a series of youtube videos that had less than a hundred views before the world found out that I’ll be playing Coraline and Timothee Chalamet will be playing Wybie. Okay, it’s kind of my first real interview ever. 

The only acting credits I have except for a couple of indie movies are a two-episode arch on Criminal Minds when I was eleven and a rarely recurring character on ABC’s comedy, Superstore. I didn’t know if I wanted to keep acting in college..but then my old agent reached out with something secretive and highly competitive and...wow. Things really can change in a blink of an eye. 

“It feels like I’m speed walking with a celebrity.” 

My best friend’s voice distracts me from my thoughts. I turn towards Blythe, sarcastically glaring at her as she hides a smug grin by taking a sip of her pumpkin cold brew. There are a few...onlookers...and two camera men were excited about my appearance at the only Starbucks within walking distance of my campus, but it’s not like people are gawking. It’s not like I’m some megastar now. People only care about me because they know that soon I’ll be filming with Timothee.  

That’s why people are watching me. Some are even hoping for some romance on set because someone found a clip of youtube video in which I said that Timothee Chalamet was exactly my time. As soon as they realize that I’m the most awkward person on the planet, and that even though Timothee was extremely nice about my lack of major project experience, he won’t be seduced by my excitement over this project’s every development. 

“I am not a celebrity.” I adjust my grip on my drink. “People found out that the girl who’s going to be in a movie with Timothee Chalamet has a failing vlog channel that she only updates when she’s bored. The three people that notice me in public are going to forget about me in two minutes.” 

Blythe raises an eyebrow, which is fair considering that we both know I’ve gotten more than attention from three people. My social media stats went off the charts the moment the live action cast for Coraline was announced. 

“You’re starring in a movie with Timothee Chalamet,” Blythe corrects, “You’re literally playing Coraline in a live action Coraline--you’re going to be film twitter’s new obsession, I know it.” 

Rolling my eyes with a slight laugh, I ignore the odd warmth in my chest. That’d be...it’d be unbelievable. I’m doing all I can to not let this chance go to my head. It’s one project--one amazing, coveted project, but I can’t just assume that my life is made now. Besides...playing such an iconic character is so much more pressure than playing someone unknown. What if people hate how I portray Coraline? Live adaptations keep getting hate, what if this is like that and I ruin a story so many people love?  

Blythe blinks at me, waiting for an answer, but these aren’t the kinds of insecurities you just blurt out. “If you’re right, you’ll be my date to the premiere.” 

She narrows her eyes at me. “Excuse me, I was always going to be your date, and then I was going to leave you for Timothee Chalamet--who you have to introduce me to at some point, or you’ll no longer be considered a good roommate.”  

I let out a small laugh. “I’ve talked to him like three times, give me a chance to get to know him before I start carting him around.” 

Blythe sighs. “I guess, but when Harry Styles invites you back stage tonight you have to take me.” 

This time when I laugh, it’s completely genuine. “You’re delusional.” 

“What? It could happen, you’re like a celebrity now--” 

“I am at most a social media trend, and Harry Styles isn’t exactly known for being up to date on social media trends.” I take another sip of coffee. “And I probably won’t even be recognized.” 

Blythe presses her lips together, amusement leaving her. “Are you sure you’re--are you sure it’s okay for you to be in such a public space? I mean Starbucks was awkward, but in a pit full of people--” 

“No one’s going to look at me twice. It’ll be dark and the odds of one of the three people that care about who I am being there and near us are low, and they’ll be distracted by Harry Styles.” We stop in front of our campus’s library. “Now stop worrying about that, and start worrying about the math homework you said you’d help me with. You know I need to be done by 3:00.” 

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The evening comes faster than I expected it too, but I’m not mad about it. I’ve been looking forward to this concert for more than a year and now it’s only a few hours away.

Blythe insists on us taking a selfie before we can head out the door. I consider doing the same for my Instagram story, but decide against it. Knowing that people are actually monitoring my social media activity makes it feel weird to post. I’ve never been one to post everything online, but on the occasional night out in which I like all parts of my outfit, I don’t mind posting to Instagram or my Snapchat story. Now I don’t know if that’s sending some kind of message. Especially because I didn’t tell my agent about the concert and she said to run things by her until I officially find a manager. 

I should have mentioned it to Fiona, but a tiny part of me worried she thought the exposure would be too much right now and I wouldn’t be able to go to the concert. No one expected me to get as much attention as I’m getting right now this quickly. 

“Ready?” 

Whatever. It’s not like this is a bad thing that’s happening. It’s good--it’s what I’ve worked for, I just wish I knew what I was doing. And i don’t have to think of it tonight. “Yeah.” 

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The atmosphere is everything I wanted it to be. Blythe and i should have gotten to the venue earlier, but schoolwork made it impossible. We shuffle in behind a group of fabulously dressed girls and join a small line before getting wristbands put on us. 

“Excuse me?” I turn my head, expecting for an employee to ask to see my ticket or vaccine card again. Instead, I see a girl who can’t be older than maybe fifteen. When I nod, her eyes widen, “Can I get a picture with you?” 

“You want a picture with me?” 

That strange flutter in my stomach returns. I’ve been asked to take pictures with strangers multiple times over these last few days, but I didn’t expect this here. Okay, one girl--one picture. I guess it’s cool to know that there’s at least one case of overlapping between people that now care about me and Harry Styles fans.

“Yes! You’re y/n l/n, right?” I nod. “I’m so excited for your movie! I watched all of your youtube videos last night and you seem like the nicest person ever and I can’t believe you’re going to be working with Timothee Chalamet.” 

“Me either.” 

Blythe spares me a side glance. “I can take the picture, if you want.” 

The girl grins, handing Blythe her phone. After a few pictures are taken, I compliment the girl’s outfit and she thanks me before running off to catch up with her friends. 

“MIss celebrity--” 

“Shut up, it was one pict--” Turning, the rest of the word dies in my throat. 

That interaction was noticed...a small crowd of people are now watching me, some standing with the cameras of their phone open as if they’re waiting for something. A few snap pictures of me as I stand there, but others start to approach me. There’s nothing chaotic about it at first, the people that want to meet me form a line. I don’t mind i, everyone is nice and encouraging, claiming that they can see me portraying Coraline well and that they understood why I got cast.I thought I’d have more time to talk to Blythe, but she doesn’t seem to mind the flock of people.

By the time Jenny Lewis comes on stage, I’m done with the people that want a picture with me. Towards the end of her set, new people start to take notice of my presence. No one approaches me, but I can see the way I’m being monitored. Some people record me for their snapchat stories or take quick pictures. Eventually, a group of friends walk up to me to tell that they love my videos and that they’re looking forward to my movie. I’m quick to thank them, hoping to become unnoticeable the second the reason we’re all here takes the stage. 

When the introduction video begins, I am glad to be forgotten. Golden is so amazing live I almost lose it. Blythe feels the same way, she grabs my hand as Harry begins another song. I’m so lost in the music, the stares and not-so-subtly angled cameras seem to disappear into the background. 

Until Harry pauses between songs to introduce himself. A teenage boy gasps, steps towards me, and asks me about TImothee Chalamet. I keep my reply brief but polite, but I’m cut off by a middle aged woman telling me her daughter has always been a fan of my videos and is so happy to see my success and that she’d love a picture. How could I say no to that? The girl hugs me so tightly I can’t breathe, and the mom snaps a photo. At that, a group of girls the same age as me start talking to me about how much they love the original Coraline. A few more people become more blatant about their ‘secret’ pictures and more people approach me with commentary. It gets to the point where I’m struggling to be able to pay attention to Harry Styles. 

“Hey!” The loudest voice of the night. Everyone pauses, their eyes snapping to the stage. “This is my show, eyes on me...not on her.” The audience laughs, a nervous giggle escapes me as the screen that projects the concert shifts to project me to the audience. Harry steps forward, approaching me. “What’s your name?” 

Blythe has to nudge me in order for me tor register the fact that he’s speaking to me. Oh my god, I’m talking to Harry Styles. “Y/n.” 

“Well, everyone, this is y/n.” He steps even further towards the side of the stage that I’m on. “She’s cute, right?” Did he just call me cute in front of an entire arena of people? “Okay--now you’ve seen her and you can all focus on me, because, y/n, you’re hurting the narcissist in me.” 

Everyone laughs, including me. Is being called out by him right now even more surreal than how many people have recognized me here? Yes--but at least he doesn’t actually seem mad. I feel comfortable enough to call out a genuine, “Sorry!” 

He steps forward, moving around a chord. “At least she’s sorry for doing whatever it is she did to get all the attention off of me.” Harry’s still joking, that much is clear from his slight laugh. “Which was--how’d you do that?” 

I press my lips together, unsure of what to say. I’m a celebrity now, but because I’ve only been one for two minutes, people are really excited about it. Yeah, that won’t work. “She’s going to be in a movie!” 

I could kill Blythe. 

“A movie! How exciting.” My face has never bene this hot in my entire life. “What’s it’s name?” 

A tiny part of me doesn’t want to reply. It’s not like I can ignore him, but something about me always feels awkward about telling people about acting jobs. I don’t need anyone thinking I’m self obsessed. “Coraline!” 

He pauses, expression twisting in partial confusion. “Isn’t that the claymation one?” 

I nod exuberantly to make up for my mask and our distance. “They’re making a live action one.” 

Harry makes a show of playfully grimacing. “That’s the scary one, right?” He doesn’t wait for me to react. “Accidentally showed it to a little girl once, her daddy almost had my head.” The audience laughs. I join in, still feeling insanely awkward and like I’m in some parallel universe. He pauses, something behind his gaze shifting...perhaps the disappearance of his humor. “You don’t seem scary, though.” The words are said softer than anything I’ve heard all night, the gentleness of them making me wonder if those words were meant for the entire stadium or just me. Harry begins to pace away, “Right!” He exclaims, letting the strange (and one-sided) tension disappear. “Stop stealing my show or I’ll show up to your premiere and steal that.” 

The audience laughs. I’m frozen until Blythe touches my arm. That pulls me back into this realm of reality...and that’s how I become aware of the fact that what just happened wasn’t in my head. I turn to Blythe, too aware of the people around me to react the way I really want to. 

The moment we’re alone we’re doing that weird, girly, jumpy-squealing thing. “Told you, you were famous. Harry Styles knows you!” 

“Does not! He saw a bunch of people taking pictures with me, that’s all.” 

Blythe rolls her eyes, moving to grab my hand so that she can excitedly jump around to the next song. I force the odd interaction out of my mind as the intro to Canyon Moon begins. At least after Harry’s warning, people think twice about invading my space. Until he temporarily disappears, a few girls take their chances, the bolder ones calling my name so that I’ll look at their cameras. I know that more attention than ever is on me, and that Fiona will definitely be asking why I didn’t run such a public outing by her. But that’s tomorrow morning’s problem. Okay--probably later tonight’s problem.

By the time Kiwi begins, the last song of the night, I’ve basically shaken myself free of all my weird feelings. Things are good. Harry wasn’t mad...and he talked to me, which is something I never thought would happen. And yes, I’d rather not have had people taking pictures of and with me throughout the entire concert, but they’re being nice to me. No one has expressed any negative opinions, and I really didn’t see that coming. 

I haven’t always been the most comfortable in my body. Everyone thought it’d pass with the teenage years, but here I am...almost twenty-one and still overly aware of how my body compares to beauty standards. So aware that I’m not always as good to my body as I should be. 

At least things are good right now. Really good. Because Kiwi is an absolute banger, and even though I know I’m not as anonymous as I’d like to be, I can’t help but give that song my all. Blythe and I did come here with the intention of losing our voices, after all. 

Harry says his goodbyes, blowing kisses to the audience. The moment he disappears, leaving the fans on a high, I find myself feeling like I’m in a pool of piranhas. Most of the people around me already got their pictures, but after the attention Harry brought onto me, I can already see people further in the pit preparing to cue around me. If they didn’t know I was going to be in the live action Coraline before, they do now...

Blythe latches onto my hand, as both a way to hold onto me and a way to say we’re in for a long night. A tap of my shoulder is all it takes for me to turn. I put on the smile I’ve been using more and more lately, prepared to greet the person that’s prepared to start what could be chaos.

I expect to see some kind of teenager: a girl a few years younger than me, more curious about asking me about Timothee Chalamet than anything else. That’s not what I get...

The man who just tapped me on the shoulder introduces himself, “Hello, I’m Jeff, I work for Harry, and if you’d like to go back stage to avoid the attention he accidentally put on you, I can take you.” My eyes fall to the VIP passes in his hand. “Your friend can come, too.” 

Backstage escort at the Harry Styles concert? The meek part of me wants to say no. He did call me out for taking some of the attention from him at his show...but he was joking, right? Besides, my life isn’t random backstage opportunities. My life also isn’t almost getting mobbed in the pit of a concert. 

“That sounds great, we really appreciate it.” Blythe answers before I can form a response. 

I’ll scold her for that later. “Yes, I’d really appreciate it. Only if it’s not any trouble, though, I didn’t mean to cause any commotion--” 

“No trouble at all,” he says, handing me the passes, “and you didn’t cause any commotion--it’s good for him, to realize he’s not the only star in the world.” 

The implication of me being a star...let alone a star in the same universe as Harry Styles, is enough to  force me to be silent. Jeff leads Blythe and I pass what remains of the crowd. A tiny part of me feels like I can breathe better when we disappear behind a door that promises the anonymity I’m more accustomed to. I’ve always loved acting, and this is the kind of success I’ve always dreamed of...but it happened so suddenly. No one was prepared for that, and it feels like I keep doing the wrong thing. Fiona keeps saying that things will be easier when I finally have a manager, but there’s no guarantee I’m good at this.

We’re led to a comfortably set up backroom. People I don’t know mill about, Jeff is called over by someone almost immediately. He politely excuses himself and leaves Blythe and I. 

“This is the most excited I’ve ever been about anything,” Blythe almost squeals. 

I smile. “I know, but act calm, please--I don’t need another zoom incident.” 

“I only wanted to say hi to Timothee--” 

“Which would have been fine if you hadn’t tried to take my spot in front of my laptop while we were trying to read through some scenes.” 

She half sighs, knowing that I’m right. “That was an ambush--I had gotten back from class and I had no warning. And it was online, you can play anything off over zoom. It’s not like I’m going to shove you out of the way right now.” 

“What does ‘right now’ have to do with anything?” 

Her eyes widen slightly, “Don’t freak, but Harry Styles is walking over here...’right now’.” 

I turn my head, prepared to tell her that her joke’s so funny, but the words die in my throat the second my gaze has settled on the person crossing the room. Harry Styles is walking towards me. 

“Hi.” 

“Hey.” Really? ‘Hey’? 

After a moment. of silence, he continues, “I’m Harry.” 

“Y/n.” 

He nods once politely, “Y/n, I need to apologize about the amount of attention I drew to you. I didn’t realize who you were...and then--” 

“You’re fine, you had no way of knowing and it’s not like I got mobbed or anything. I really do appreciate you getting me backstage before people could notice me, though.” He nods once politely. “The show was amazing.” 

He takes the praise well, smiling slightly. “Appreciate it, though it was almost stolen.” 

The teasing coaxes a genuine smile from me. “Key word is ‘almost’, you beat me.” Harry lets out a slight laugh. “In all seriousness, though, I am sorry about any--” 

“Oh, don’t apologize to the narcissist in me,” he waves my words off, “it’s good for him to be on his toes.” 

“I imagine that’s rare.” The comment earns me another partial laugh. 

“Not an unfair assumption.” 

He holds my gaze after that, maybe for a little too long. I drop my eyes after a minute, my gaze landing on Blythe’s feet. She’s been uncharacteristically quiet. “Oh, this is Blythe, my best friend.” 

Harry smiles, greeting her. This is the most awkward I’ve ever seen Blythe, a part of me finds it funny. Her nerves usually make her more outgoing, but she’s truly starstruck, struggling to manage bare minimum politeness. Harry probably thinks she’s just shy, which is the funniest development ever. 

“The show was great,” Blythe says, “And it was really nice to meet you.” 

“You as well.” Harry’s attention returns to me. “I also enjoyed meeting you, y/n.” 

“Me too.” 

I expect that to end our interaction. He will disappear to talk to more important people, and I will be free to go home and freak out over everything that’s happened to night. “I’ll see you at the movies, I guess. You must be a great actress to get cast in something so scary.” 

I laugh freely. “Coraline’s not a horror movie.” Though the version I’m in is meant to be even darker than the original. 

“I won’t feel that way in theaters, might need someone to hold my hand.” The humor behind his eyes evaporates the same way it seemed to on stage. 

“I’m sure you’ll find someone.”

The up-tilt of his lips almost drops. “If not, you can always talk me through the jump scares.” 

My face feels warm again. Just polite banter. “I promise I’ll warn you about anything you want to know about.” 

He grins. “I’ll hold you to it.” I smile, waiting for him to excuse himself. He’s talked to me way longer than he needs to, and there’s no way that he’s not in demand. “I’ve got to talk to some people, but if you’re staying I could come find you in a few minutes.” 

He wants to talk to me more? He wants to talk to me more! I’m hallucinating, and I’m about to have to ruin everything. “I’d love to, but my ride has an 8AM tomorrow.” 

I gesture towards Blythe, who might kill me for putting her sleep schedule over talking to Harry Styles.

“If your friend doesn’t mind me stealing you, I can make sure you get back.” 

The offer floats there for a long moment. “I don’t mind at all.” 

Great--now I have no excuse to not think about what I want. I don’t want to impose, but it’s not like he had to invite me to stay out of politeness, right? And it’s not like I’ll make Fiona more angry. “As long as it’s no imposition.” 

“Not at all.” 

[sunshinestardrop]

Very dumb thought but since I always wanted to be a teacher Twisted Wonderland has me thinking:

Like, there’s obviously issues with bullying and mental health help within the school- I could even go as far to say its existence is either ignored or just not well known about- and I keep thinking about how Human MC that is more aware of this stuff could handle shit. Like giving the teachers a seminar on how to spot signs of depression/anxiety/overblotting and how to either prevent it or who to reach out to.

Give the kids the option to reach out anonymously. Give them someone they can trust to confide to or a support groups within the school grounds. Have Idia set up online support groups where kids can hide behind a screen if they need to. Set up those stupid cliché antibullying posters because for every 100 kids that make fun of it there’s gonna be one that takes it to heart. As silly as it is all this shit happens in schools for a reason. If it helps even one kid it at least Helped. 

And maybe more varied classes, because it seems like all the kids stick to their own Houses ATM and that causes an Us Vs. Them mentality within the student body. A little healthy competition is good but it should be limited to sports events and such. Other times kids should be encouraged to form friendships outside of their normal social groups. Give group projects with different partners. Have a spirit day where the Kids are grouped together by either grade and/or random lotto. Give kids a day where they can pick a different House to spend time in and have the Perfect in charge of showing them what their day is like. Make afterschool activities that aren't just clubs but rather small get togethers where kids can do crafts/ learn life hacks and shit. Anything to get them interacting with people that would have never before. 

Teachers should dispel rumors like the one with Malleus ASAP- it only leads others becoming isolated and lonely and at risk of overblot- and make more effort to reach out to those that have rumors spread about them. Don’t give the perfects so much responsibility and if you do make sure there’s an adult they can go to that has their responsibilities on hand to help lead them on the right path.  In fact, an adult should be assigned to each Perfect if they’re so insistent that these kids should be in charge of a whole House. 

In conclusion, Crowley, get your head out of your ass. help these fucking kids.

(Im not very far in the story yet, but this is something that is constantly on my mind when I play a game in a highschool setting. Like, please I need these kids to be ok.)

[doberbutts]

This is maybe a dumb question. But how did you get good at your job? I’m a dog trainer at a popular pet store and I think I’m pretty good at the basics and actually really enjoy the job. I do research for stuff I don’t know, but I don’t have anyone to shadow or anything. What are some ways I can improve and learn more. The dog training world is so mixed and kinda fucked up, I have a lot of trouble figuring out what works and what doesn’t. Does that make sense? Maybe im just being stupid and insecure

Well, this is going to sound a bit silly, but... I didn't get decent at dog training by working at a pet store. I already knew how to train dogs up to their standards before I worked there.

I got decent at training dogs, and continue to improve, by pursuing dog training skills on my own dime and time. I take classes, I apprentice under people, I chase competition titles, I speak directly to working dog handlers and listen to what they have to say about training. I go to workshops and seminars, I attend online classes, I talk to friends who are better trainers than me about training problems I'm having.

If I just stopped at pet store level training I would be just barely good enough to work at a pet store.

Work your own dog. Pick a practice you both enjoy and reach for the stars. Find your local kennel club and see who is offering classes. Attend dog events just for funsies to see what you might enjoy. If an opportunity presents itself, don't be afraid to chase it. I talk about this all the time on here: almost every single thing I do nowadays is because I wanted to do it, I saw the opportunity, and I chased that opportunity until I had what I wanted in my hands.

When I was in high school, I met a woman at a dog park who ran a shar pei rescue who needed a hand with rehabbing some of the dogs, so I offered to help in exchange for education. When I was in tech school, I was given a client that ran a SAR club and once I was done with their project I asked to be taught how SAR works. When Creed's litter appeared on my radar via my SAR contacts, I messaged his breeder and asked if I could have a puppy. When I met someone with a dutch shepherd by chance at a dog event, I asked to speak to her about dog stuff and we ended up talking about mondio and I told her I'd always wanted to try it and she invited me to come to her club and have fun. When I was at another dog event I wanted to meet some Swissy people and ended up bumping into what would eventually be Sushi's breeder while she was showing Sushi's parents. When Tiki died, one of my chi breeder contacts posted that they had a lot of people back out of their waiting list due to the pandemic, so I asked if I could have one of the puppies. When Petco screwed me over, I put in an application to every dog training place I could find and went with the highest bidder. When the place I take the girls for conformation posted on their socials that they were looking to fill apprentice positions, I called them. When that same place said hey, why don't you join our rally classes, I think you'd have a lot of fun, I did so.

You will continue to get no where and to spin your wheels if you do not pursue what you want. I simply chased what I was looking for every time I saw the chance.

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

What do you think being child katsuki’s friend/crush would be like behind the scenes? Personally I see it as constant teasing and like pulling of the hair on his part but also some wholesome fun moments like pushing each other into like a stream or something and just splashing one an other or being competitive with the most random things and such

I love how you wrong the angry Pom Pom so I’d love how you’d see his friendship

no wait bc now im thINKING bout it,, rllY thinking about it

-firstly, i agree with everything u have said so far.

-little katsuki would absolUTELY pull ur hair. And not like, playful little teasing tugs either, no, he’s full on yANKING. ofc it hurts, so then u turn around and yell at him, but too bad for u bc that’s what he wanted the entire time. for u to pay attention to him.

-on the stream thing, absolutely. the second that little devil sees even a dROP of water, he’s trying to push u into it. i’m talking puddles, streams, rivers, lakes, even rain runoff from a gutter. doesn’t matter. if he can somehow push u into it, he will. he just thinks it’s funny when ur hair is all wet and u get angry, alright, and that’s the only reason he needs.

-challenges u to races. all the time, over everything. eating? race. tying your shoes? race. brushing your teeth? race. everything is a race with tiny bakugou, and he is determined to win.

-he builds the best forts. he just does. he’ll be like “look at this, i did it. bc i’m the best.” and point his little grubby hands at like, a three-story blanket fort complete with a garage. no one knows how he did it, but he did, and ur the only person he lets in for free. (everyone else has to sacrifice snacks)

-bro he’s a jealous/possessive adult, but holy shit, little katsuki is 100000x worse. if ur his best friend/crush than that means he’ll choose u over every one else, every time, no exceptions; now, that also means he expects you to choose him every time too. will throw an absolute fit if u dont. like, u wanna make more friends?? too bad bc he’s screaming at all of them until they cry and leave both of u alone. pls, i would love to say differently bc it would be -cuter~ but no, he is an absolutely toxic child. he just is.

-he will share his food, but only one piece. and it’ll be the 2nd to last piece so u have to sit and watch him eat the entire bag first. bc he’s a little shit. don’t ask me about this one i just know it okay

-kleptomania. i mean it. if he sees some weird shiny thing he thinks is cool and wants to show u, he’ll just take it. just completely swipe it out from wherever and whomever and somehow get away with it bc he’s a devious, devious genius child. but he’ll just stockpile these little things and throw them at u if he thinks ur upset. like his brain is just a constant loop of “wow, ur sad? what if shove some assorted trash at u? how bout now? wait- ur still sad? why? it’s a gift, and a good one bc i’m the best, so suck it up and be happy.”

-bb katsuki is constantly bragging. just constantly. like, and u can’t even tell him to stop bc he’s not rlly saying anything that isn’t true. he rlly just is stronger and smarter than most other kids. it sucks but he is.

-he is still somehow weirdly attentive?? as a child. like, similar to how he is as a teenager/adult, but be more obvious about it since this is before all that pride and embarrassment forms. so he’ll try his best to take care of u and make sure ur not getting hurt.

-tiny katsuki’s best misguided ~protective~ hits include:

1.) mercilessly targeting other snot-nosed children. pls bc one kid in ur class could throw a miLD insult at u, like “you’re a butthead” or something equally dumb and katsuki will turn around, slow and terrfying like he’s possessed and just ~explode~. lil mans beats the kid into the ground, even before his quirk develops, and then tops it off with a comment like “i bet your mommy doesn’t love you” while the other kid lies bruised and writhing.

2.) property damage. when his quirk does develop and he figures out u like watching his explosions, he’ll just blow things up when ur upset. like, as a way to try and comfort u. now, ofc it works bc what child doesn’t like loud noises, but he gets in big trouble for destroying things. not that it matters, he still keeps doing it. again and again and again.

3.) being an absolute stain on civilized bug society. like, if u don’t like bugs then he’s hunting them down. scouring for them and flipping over logs just to smash all the little fuckers right in front of u. and then saying “ur such a baby, Y/N. Look they’re all dead now so stop crying.”

4.) and finally, yelling at ur parents...... no fr. like, lets say, for example, ur mom is just doing her job, parenting you, right, but all katsuki sees is u crumbling and crying so he’ll just yell right back at her. ur mom will be like “i told you no for a reason, Y/n!” after u get hurt doing something dumb, n katsuki will look her dead in the face and “that’s stupid. ur stupid. stop yelling it makes you look dumb and ugly.” pls pray for him bc mitsuki beats his aSS when she finds out.

-ultimately, tiny bakugou katsuki is a menace. he is a biggest little shit on the face of the planet, okay? but even if he takes great pride in being an absolute holy terror to everyone and everything, he tries to be a little softer for u. maybe. if he feels like it that day.

so in conclusion, good luck charlie🧍‍♀️

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no pls bc i love writing for requests sm!! this was so much fun ty ty!!! also,, deadass never thought much about child katsuki before, surprisingly, but holy shit i think i’m gonna fixate on it for probably forever- like he’s just so funny

hope u enjoyed @onepiece-baby !!!

[actualbird]

Hello! Soooo, I happened upon one of your MarLuke posts, and out of sheer curiosity, decided to read it!

And boom. I was in love.

I saw a couple of people ship Marius with Vyn before, so I never thought of shipping him with Luke instead!

Please, tell me how did you first start shipping these two babies? And tell me more about their dynamics? I'm quite thirsty to know more.

I hope you have a good day ♡

hello!!! im glad u like my marluke stuff :DDDD

i actually hc'd marius as having a crush on luke very early. my first tot ao3 fic is basically just marius having a crush on luke HAHA. i only started shipping them for real recently when i realized that their dynamics together are GREAT ACTUALLY.

so yeah, here are my views/dynamics on the two!!!

characterization stuffs

luke and marius are pretty similar in a lot of ways. both of them are a little arrogant, both of them have the tendency to show off, both of them have their moments of brazen confidence. this would make them clash at first, yeah, but also would be a catalyst for them connecting and understanding the other.

their differences tho is what makes me very intrigued though like

first, luke is a very emotionally honest person most of the time. when he's pleased, when he wants to give a compliment, when he has something nice to say, he's open and upfront about that. marius on the other hand is throwing up masks and facades every second of his life. for example, when marius wants compliments and gets them hes like "HA! I TRICKED YOU! (pls dont notice how much i actually crave this oh my god)" it drives me CRAZY. marius, when he inevitably becomes the target of luke's emotional honesty, would be very overwhelmed. marius would think "you're okay just...being honest about all that? especially to me? oh. oh."

second, marius is a very hopeful person actually. it may not look like it because he hides it a bunch, but he is (link leads to marius analyses delving deeper into this). luke seems to be very resigned and even hopeless at times, time and time again, he's so scared of not being good. so when marius comes into his life, im pretty sure he completely believes in luke's goodness, pretty sure that marius would share his (cautious yet persisting) hope about the world and the people in it to luke. luke would be very overwhelmed by this. luke would think "you're okay just...believing that things are going to be alright? that im alright, that i'll be alright? oh. oh."

THEYRE VERY GOOD FOILS FOR EACH OTHER, IS WHAT IM SAYING!!!

okay moving on, heres some cuter lighthearted thoughts

luke and marius are in the early twenties gang of the nxx investigation team. yeah, even the late twenties gang have their moments of childishness, but luke and marius ksjdbfkjds they are a bit more obvious with how they can be fun dumb young people.

for example, them playing video games together and getting STUPID COMPETITIVE OVER IT. "loser has to give the other a kiss," marius smirks. luke smiles sweetly and says "marius, if you want to kiss me, you dont have to lose to me in Smash Bros, you can just go for it." marius immediately tackling luke as he, affronted, says "WHY ARE YOU SO SURE IM GOING TO LOSE, YOU ASSHOLE!!!"

height difference. marius is 188cm (6'2) and luke is 180cm (5'10). i know thats only an 8cm difference and none of the nxx boys are short but like, IT'S CUTE OKAY, and marius does not let luke forget about the 8cms. marius being like "awwww does my short boyfriend need something from the top shelf?" and luke being like "does my tall boyfriend want to be ignored for the rest of the day?" cue marius going "NOOOOO, I WAS JUS TEASING, UR SO MEAAAAAN 🥺🥺🥺"

these two can switch from flirting with each other to roasting each other at the drop of a hat, it gives everybody in the immediate vicinity a LOT of whiplash.

marius, when he wants to fluster luke, calls luke "babe." never fails. the first time he does that when around the other team members, luke quite literally trips on NOTHING, face RED AS A TOMATO

luke hasnt quite figured out how to get back at him for this, luke doesnt really do terms of endearment (nothing is more romantic to him than the cadence of his lover's name!!!) but im sure he'll figure out something. for the time being, he has to admit he enjoys being called babe.

thank you for the lovely ask!!! i hope you have a good day too :D

[ctntduoarchive]

Ok hear me out,

Tntduo being stubborn idiots with their typical dick measuring contest type arguments

But they’re ice skating and are both god awful at it

So like they have this awkward clumsiness of needing to find something to grab onto to keep them steady, continuously losing balance, falling on their asses, or they have trouble directing their feet to go in a direction and don’t know how to properly stop from gliding, etc.

All while trying to prove some elaborate stupid point that’s basically can be dumbed down to how they’re better than the other or how the other is ‘incompetent’

(This is for the writing prompt btw)

ask game

been ice skating once and i SUCKED at it . so im way out of my comfort zone here for this thing but here you go!

Training was fine, Quackity supposed. He thought it might have been a little better if it was private, or if one specific person wasn't here.

Wilbur Soot. It was obvious he looked down at him, Quackity only saw it as jealously. Ever since he had disappeared from skating about a year ago now, it was clear his skills had decreased dramatically.

He didn't really care about the jealousy, more the fact of how Wilbur was either constantly trying to challenge him or show him up. He didn't hate it completely though, one could say he enjoyed the challenge.

"Hello, Big Q." There he was, the devil himself. Wilbur loomed over him, that stupid smirk on his face. Quackity was sat on the floor, trying to tie up his shoes.

"Wilbur, I'm surprised you still show your face here," he grinned.

"You shouldn't be, I'll be around here for a while," Wilbur replied. "Anyways, I'll see you in the rink. We'll see if the hype around you is worth it."

Q scoffed, letting him walk over to the ice while he tied up his shoes. Soon, he came to join him. He wobbled while walking on the ground, having to hold the railing to not fall over.

Finally, when he stepped foot onto the ice, his body finally felt balance. Quickly, he skated smoothly out to where Wilbur was waiting for him in the middle.

"Not too bad," he said when they came to the middle. "You got any signature tricks, or do you just blow the judges away by doing circles?"

Asshole, Quackity thought.

"I've got a couple, but I didn't really come here to show off. Maybe if you actually showed up to the competitions, then you'd you to see them," he taunted.

"I might have to, wouldn't want to miss the mighty Quackity out on the rink. But, c'mon, there's got to be something you can show me now," Wilbur prodded.

"Sorry, I'll just be doing circles around the rink today." He smirked and skated to one of the outer walls. It didn't take him long to start slowly circling Wilbur in the middle of the rink.

He watched Quackity, eyes trailing him all around. He had been ironic before about impressing the judges with doing circles, but there was something so captivating about his delicate yet bold movements. So caught up in it, he almost didn't respond when he was shouted at.

"Are you not gonna join me out here, Wilbur?" he teased.

The reason he hadn't been moving around too much was because he had fallen a bit out of practice since last year. The ice felt unnatural to him. Still, he wouldn't let it deter him.

Slowly, he tried to slide closer and closer out to Quackity. His fingers felt the fresh bite of the cold ice under him from their position at his side. It felt like nothing compared to the chill of Quackity's enveloping stare.

Suddenly, his feet slip out from under him, landing him bottom first on the cold surface. He didn't even care how uncomfortable it had been, more concerned with the laughter coming from Q.

"You need some help there?" He had come over, leaning over him with a smile.

"No, I'm fine, Quackity," Wilbur responded sharply.

"C'mon, I can help you get back into the swing of it," he offered, laying out his palm face up in front of him.

If anyone ever asked, the only reason he took his hand that day was because it was the easiest way to get back up.

Quackity slipped his other hand into Wilbur's, now holding both of his hands. Pulling him up, he surprised him with how strong he was.

"Just follow me lead, alright?"

Wilbur scoffed, but followed him anyways. Quackity didn't let go of either of his hands, instead starting a slow, gentle rhythm. Taking him around in circles of the rink.

It was a little embarrassing he could do it so easily backwards while Wilbur could barely do it forwards, but something light and airy bubbled up in his chest. He never remembered having this much fun ice skating before, except for when he used to do it with Tommy or someone else from his old group.

After a while, Quackity only held onto one of his hands they slowly spun around the rink. They started up conversations on almost everything and somehow their fighting just slipped away from them.

He heard someone say from the side lines "I told you they liked each other!" and he could be it was Quackity.

Somehow, he didn't even care.

[viktoriakomova]

ok i just had to drive 5 hours so i caught up on gymcastic to pass the time. and (im about to shock you all, especially the anons who have said for weeks i hate the world and exist to spread negativity lol) im...... gonna defend jessica here????

i heard the n*zi quip she made about mailie on beam. i saw all the commotion surrounding it but hadnt really gone to listen for myself. jessica has become so annoying over the last couple years, she used to offer like.... actual analysis (that i rarely agreed with but hey) and now she just speaks in hyperbolic flattery of the gymnasts and tries very very very hard to be funny (typically fails), and spencer is the one moving the show along and sharing information of actual substance about the athletic performances that happen in competition and the scores they receive.

all that is to say, that soundbite wasnt really...... a n*zi joke...? dont get me wrong, i 100000% see why someone (esp a jewish person) would be really really put off by so casually invoking that whole very dark chapter of history, esp when she was talking about it like it was a CoD game or some shit. sigh. it was like 14% offensive, it wasnt even really a joke ABOUT n*zis or anything ideologically relevant to that, she was just saying it as a stand-in for "bad guy." which is annoying and #problematic in itself, BUT, saying she made a n*zi joke kind of just strikes me as like........ the worst-faith interpretation of the whole thing you could possibly take away???

it was stupid. it was cringey. it was an astoundingly poorly executed attempt to be funny, because that's her gimmick now i guess. and it was also not taken out of context, because the context of the whole comment was just as shallow and dumb as it was in sound-bite form lol, so thats not a defense of what she said. but (and again, i know its shocking coming from me!) it seems pretty obvious to me that people latched onto it bc they (we...) already cant stand her, so every dumb thing she says is going to be nitpicked lol.

tl;dr is it Really that serious? esp relative to all the other actually really unsavory things shes said completely genuinely? :/