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hermitthebee · 2 months

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What would be more interesting? A Charlastor Personality swap or Role swap? (I have ideas for both, and I’m curious about which would be more interesting)

Personality Swap:

Alastor, (who is still a serial killer cannibal) hates the extermination. He hates watching the (mostly) innocent sinners die while the Overlords who deserve death thrive. He has his mothers morality, and her belief that anyone can change. He can’t stand by and do nothing. He builds the ‘Hazbin Hotel’, with the dream of redemption. He hopes that if the heaven see how redeemable sinners, they’ll stop sending their angels after them.

Meanwhile a sadistic grinning princess is newly back in hell, sent by her mother to watch Alastor. She has no interest in redemption anymore and finds the whole idea ridiculous. She fell in love with the 1920s and still hosts the radio show she started. She likes to bother Alastor. And keeps trying to get him to make a deal with her. (She’s secretly intrigued by Alastor. She genuinely likes being around him and doesn’t understand her feelings for him)

Role Swap:

The kindest girl in New Orleans makes a deal. Which ends in a massacre and a new Overlord in Hell. She’s mostly seen as a joke but others are still wary to cross her. (Mostly due to how weird her arrival was) She’s still Charlie. She still hates the needless violence. She still believes that these people are good. She believes that they can be redeemed and she’s gonna prove it.

Picked specifically by Lilith. Alastor is heir to the throne. He absolutely thrives on violence. Enjoys the torment of unforgivable souls. He’s feared by most demons with common sense. But that means work isn’t fun anymore. Can’t very well make deals with those too afraid to approach you. And hearing people beg for their life before you even talk to them is annoying. The carnage just isn’t the same anymore. Charlie is a breath of fresh air. A sinner who not only is not afraid of him (at least enough to be friendly) but who also has a hopeless dream of redemption. He’s enamored intrigued. He decides to get closer to her, help her play out her impossible ideas.

#Back on my Au bullshit #Posting only to add more content to this ship #charlastor #radiobelle #charlie x alastor #alastor x charlie #chalastor #hazbin hotel

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kaleidoscopic-quiddity · 1 year

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TSATS thoughts

spoilers obviously, you have been warned

yeah wow i am glad i didnt spend money on this book

im not sure if it was the WORST rrverse novel but uhhh,, its definitely up there

ive read fanfictions that better captured the vibe of the rrverse and solangelo specifically than this book did

so many different things about tsats bothered me so im gonna list them off to make myself feel better

will felt ooc, not in the way annoying ppl who only like fanon solangelo say he was but in the i actually read TOA and enjoyed it way

i get that going through the underworld and tartarus was going to be rough on will but he was just SOOO whiney and judgey it was really annoying to read at parts

also the whole storyline of will being a hater about the underworld was so uneccesary like youre telling me will solace, bisexual 2000s/2010s texan boy, healer to a couple dozen diverse kids at chb, literal battlefield medic, would find death and darkness inherently bad and untolerable?? rather than something to reconcile and make piece with??? even though hes literally dating the son of hades????????

like, something very interesting COULDVE been done with will’s character and his feelings towards nico’s past/trauma

picture this:

will, who bases his self esteem on how ‘useful’ he can be to people feels that he has to care for and ‘fix’ nico for nico to love him, he feels inferior because he cant fight as well on his own but he CAN heal people but nico isn’t letting him do that so he feels rejected and insecure

whilst nico doesnt want to let his trauma consume or define him, he also feels like its an inescabaly horrible part of himself that he cant get rid of, and will’s urge to ‘fix’ him makes him feel both unaccepted and that he cant share the worst parts of himself with will

they argue because from nico’s perspective it feels like will is trying to be his therapist and not his boyfriend, and from will’s perspective it feels like nico is pushing him away and if will isnt able to be ‘useful’ to him he fears he wont be loved any more

reconciliation comes in the form of will learning that his self worth isnt determined by how much he can do for other people and that nico loves him for him, and nico learning that part of accepting his darkness is letting people see the worst parts of him and trusting them to still love him not in spite of, but because of who he is

boom, i just came up with a way better, more in character, relationship conflict storyline off the top of my head if i do say so myself

okay back to the other shit that bothered me

why did will not have a weapon?? like??? we literally have that scene of him and chiron stress packing for tartarus and neither of them thinks that will should be armed in some way???

yes obviously will is primarily a medic not a fighter but still, its just such a dumb choice narratively

related to will’s abilities or lack thereof, what was with all the singing will did? he literally said himself in BOO that his sonic whistle was one of his only ‘musical’ abilities and that his talent lied with healing, we’ve seen him heal people w/out siging numerous times, why was this a thing??

also, the fucking care bear stare light blast thing, WHAT

will giving nyx hay fever also bothered me but i’ll admit that has more to do with me just not vibing with plague!will as a concept rather than it being a bad writing choice

speaking of nyx she was so boring

boring villain, boring motives, boring fight, all just boring af to me

the pacing of the book was so weird too

like the jumping back and fort between the trip to/through tartarus and the flashbacks with gorgyra was grating but dealable

but the fact that it took like HALF THE FUCKING BOOK to even get to tartarus was excruciating

there was NO need for all the underworld shit to take that long im sorry

nico also felt ooc, like over the course of TOA he obviously gets a bit softier and dorkier and i really genuinely like that but in TSATS i swear he was laughing or crying every 3 paragraphs and traumadumping to anyone who was (or wasnt) willing to listen like it just didnt feel like nico

all the solangelo pet names, gags

like significant annoyance and glow in the dark boyfriend and will’s various ‘death boy’-esque nicknames worked because they were (affectionate) digs at each other and not used every other sentence, ‘my little ball of darkness’ had the same energy as pookiebear

hazel only getting mentioned like twice was a fucking violation and im genuinely mad that reyna was only kind of mentioned once

like,, i already think thanks to fanon the friendship between jason and nico was/is given way more relevance than it actually has, but reyna was the one who felt all of nico’s pain, who shared her own trauma with him, who watched him kill bryce lawrence, who joined the hunters just like bianca, youre trying to tell me she wouldnt be on nico’s mind literally just as much as jason???

nico and piper have literally never been friends any idk why this book tried to make it seem like they are

im not against a nico/piper friendship or anything but like,,, nico ‘will not share my pain with others unless its literally forced out of me’ di angelo calling up a girl hes barely friendly accquiantances with and crying in front of her as he tells her all about his latest traumas, as her gf who is quite literally a stranger is also there? wack

speaking of bad writing and ooc-ness from nico the story of how he asked out will was terrible

‘i wanted a private date but the dyrads misunderstood and set up a big extravagant public gesture’ feels like something id find in a wattpad fic circa 2015

also theres no way nico went from his levels of internalised homophobia and shame and self loathing in HOH/BOO to publically coming out in front of the entirety of chb and asking will out in literally less than 6 months tf

the real-but-not-real dream with bianca and maria felt so uneccesary and disingenuous to nico’s character like he’d already accepted bianca’s death and that his old life was behind him and to have hades somehow ‘break the rules’ to bring them back to talk to nico was just so fucking jarring

also HADES being the one to send nico the prophecy, putting the responsibility of rescuing bob on his shoulders and retraumatising him and putting him in a position where he could very much die??? the fuck happened to ‘i want you to be happy’???

yet another instance of bizzare ooc-ness in this book ig

bob reffering to nico and will as his sun and star is just,, never rlly explained lmao

also bob is just, kinda, there, despite being the driving force behind the quest in the first place

i thought we’d get some actual will backstory, get to know more about his relationship with lee and micheal and his time at chb or his experiences growing up queer but no

all we got was that will used to travel around the country with his mom and they were attacked by evil pidgeons in nyc once which is how will’s satyr found him in the first place, cool i guess

i didnt mind the story of will and nico’s first kiss as much as their getting together but it still felt really fanfiction-y and cliche ngl

percabeth were WAYYY too fucking chill about solangelo going to tartarus and shouldve tried much harder to disaude them from going

also ik obviously the book isnt about them but it wouldve been nice for their survior’s guill re: bob to be expanded on a bit more, or even just,, better than rick and mark did it

i fucking hate the cacodemons i hate them SO much its SUCH a dumb narrative choice like literally who tf convinced them this would be a good idea and how can i fight them

i refuse to call them cocoa puffs, the REAL nico di angelo would never, do you hear me

also for a hot second there i thought the implication was that nyx had sexually assualted nico and i was like WOAH thats a bit much for a book for 11yros

honestly it still kind of reads that way since taking nico’s trauma, a part of him, and making something else living out of it without his consent is certainly a violation

not necessarily saying an SA-esque storyline has no place in the rrverse or middle school fiction, i think those topics can be tackled in a way thats appropriate for kids, but it felt out of place in TSATS to me

tartarus want nearly as scary or despair evoking this time around, it was just a dredge to get through and only a bit less boring than all the underworld stuff

i do appreciate that rick and mark were obviously having fun with all the body horror elements

i find it weird that will was, like, THAT broken up about him and nico ‘murdering’ octavian when in BOO he literally spoke about how he’d shoot him if he was better at archery lmao

i get hes a healer obviously there was gonna be some complex emotions there but idk it felt uneccesarily melodramatic

why was chb empty?? no like genuinely why

it contributed nothing to the story and doesnt even make sense since surely some of the year rounders have dead or abusive guardians

like??????? im genuinely confused by this writing descision what purpose did it serve to have chb empty????

i genuinely laughed at the geryon reveal because it was so out of left field, gay rights i guess

the fact that will didnt tell nico abt his talk with persephone felt weird and the talk itself was weirder

yeah overall id give the book a generous 4/10, it if was a fanfic id probably rate it higher but this was a real published book written by rick so im pretty disapointed

heres to hoping chalice of the gods is better

#the sun and the star #pjo #og post //

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marionmorse · 7 months

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sorry okay I'm so sorry but

The visual of Engie sing-yodeling a cute little southern serenade is damn good. Think about the yodeling in Let's Ride Into The Sunset Together or a Texan'd-up cover of Mary Schneider's cover of Toselli's Serenade. He'd probably do it for Medic or Heavy - Medic not knowing how to react in the moment but showering him with love after and Heavy sitting down and soaking in the song with a happy little sparkle in his eyes (he adores operas because I said so (do you understand me? Is this making sense? Are we connected?))

Anyway, I genuinely love the idea of Bidwell and Jeremy being brothers, Bidwell being older OF COURSE! It's so much more funny to imagine spy being both of their fathers just like seven years apart, with Bidwell soaking up Spy's composed and eloquent side and Jeremy inheriting in the impulsivity, the bloodlust, the pip-squeak-ness (and the "charm.")

Their sibling rivalry just exists despite them not sharing a childhood, every time they have a chance meet there are just. daggers in their eyes. I mean - they've met before by "coincidence" and their personalities just contrast so much, they annoy each other by existing. Everyone else on the team (besides spy) is caught so off guard because "why does this random guy who works for the munitions supplier seem to know scout??"

Still, neither of them knowing about spy could be interesting, though I feel it's better that Bidwell would. Also - when they're all three together it's SO funny because the whole dynamic is just Spy and Spy 2. And uhhhh... Spy himself wrapped in a twister of weird feelings and shame when Bidwell confronts him all upset. Like as much as Jeremy annoys him, he DESERVES to know, man..! My thoughts are as scattered as Spy's children around the globe...

Finally ahh... Imo, Bidwell's mother wouldn't be the same as Scout's. One way or another, she isn't around. but when all comes out about parenthood aand.. absent fathers and.. mothers and family and stuff... Scout's ma welcomes him in with open arms. it's quite healing, okay? She's a genuine sweetheart (because I said so.)

Maybe overly fluffy but considering the TF2 universe it's what they deserve. Found family is wonderful but re-found family... ourgh...

#Also I have my first follower!#Hello sweetie! :3c #catboy bidwell vs dogboy jeremy #who will win #my goodness! my mind is gone!#But frfr on Engie doing a sweet serenade #tf2 headcanons #tf2 bidwell #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 engineer #I gotta reread the comics... Gotta relearn all about Bidwell #He goes in Husband Material/Sexy Bastards on my diagram... I think #tf2

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ntls-24722 · 6 months

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HELLO!

I have actually two things to ask you 😅😊

1-may I use your art in an edit(for DJ)😊??

2-and I’ve actually always wondered about comet and Fritz How did they met? and was Fritz scared or was it amazed or curious? AND how did comet felt about Fritz when he first laid his eyes(10)on him and did frtiz had any family member back then ??were their relationship like the movie “shape of the water” !!!!the beautiful for bidden love between a robot(that happens to work as a flesheater???!) and human

(I don’t really know exactly the backstory or a lot of of the basis of their stories together, but this is what I managed to find out so please fill those gaps 😭✨)

That’s all 😁⚠️✨😁

(I have no idea how people feel if I keep saying that their art is amazing but bro every time I’m gonna ask you I’m gonna say that you can’t stop me. I’m sorry I just need to show it’s OK I know it’s annoying but please you have to know YOU.HAVE.TO)

💖💖💖💖💖💖💕✨✨⚠️⚠️👁️👁️👁️💕⚠️⚠️✨

OKOKOKO SO I ACTUALLY REALLY REALLY LIKE THESE QUESTIONS

OKAY in short: Fritz actually used to be an asshole and their relationship only got romantic after a LOT of development on both parts

In Long: Okay so Fritz and Comet met because Fritz began working as a tech for the Pizzaplex, but not because he needed work - Fritz is a failed attempt at bringing back someone from the dead. He is now a soul in the wrong body, and has lost all memeories of his past life, and this has led him down a new life. He's lost his old family and friends and any chance of living a regular human life and has been adopted by the monster community, but still seeks a way to find his old self.

Necromancy and the like are just alternative uses of Remnant in their universe, so Fritz looks to researching Remnant, and one of the first guys who were openly Remnant users/researchers was William Afton, so he went right to the plex to find answers in the animatronics, since they had historically always been the place where Remnant fuckery was done.

That being said, when Fritz first met Comet, they didn't have that good of a relationship. Fritz straight up didn't like Comet since he found Comet to be uncanny compared to the monsters he was used to, AND considering Comet's size and casual strength, he was the most dangerous. He could totally win against the Planetarium Attendant (the DCA) and he MIGHT have a chance against the Galaxy Cast (The Glamrocks) But with Comet, if Comet wanted Fritz dead, Fritz would be dead.

Fritz and Comet's relationship at the beginning was mainly just Fritz reluctantly interrogating a very uncomfortable Comet, but Comet would go along with it because he considered Fritz the closest thing to a friend. (Comet ALSO found Fritz kind of creepy just due to the weird way he moves and his big, bug-eyed appearance). Their first impressions of eachother were not good and neither was their relationship, being awkward at best and being genuinely uncomfortable at worst.

And in the romance department, they were actually rivals - Neither of them were interested in eachother, but the both of them were actually interested in Monty! (However, that obviously didn't work out for either of them; Monty friendzoned Comet, and Monty actually went "ew" out loud in response to Fritz confessing to him. L)

Fritz and Comet's relationship actually was very romanceless for YEARS - originally they dated after 5 years of meeting eachother but now that I think of it, with everything they've been through, I think they would've only gotten together after 8

Fritz was childish, quick to violence, and didn't have a very good moral compass because of a lack of emotional development as a "child". And Comet was a lot similar, with a lack of emotional regulation but also a lack of self-preservation and a lack of self. He didn't know who or what he was when he got out of the Plex - his life began crumbling before his eyes and Fritz originally would throw him under the bus in pursuit of finding out who he was instead, but as he realized that not only was finding out who he originally was becoming more and more of a useless cause, he also wanted to actually be there for Comet and his friends as the situation grew worse and it was only then did he begin to improve as a person and be there for Comet when he was at his most vulnerable. And even THAT didn't score him a relationship. He scored a friendship. But it was a close one. And it was way afterwards did they finally start falling in love and being the sappy lovebirds they are now.

Comet craving human flesh was indeed a problem at one point, but weirdly enough it brought them closer? Both due to a compromise they made, and that even though there is an emotionally detrimental and outright traumatic aspect to Comet's craving of human flesh, Fritz also likes human flesh, so he relates.

Fritz did have "biological family members", but he's estranged from most of them on account of killing someone. He's still in touch with his mom, though, since she did eventually find out why he became the person he is now and actually somewhat forgives him.

#ntls-24722 #ask #fritz #comet

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jaccsonhyde · 7 months

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Thoughts on Morrison's Doom Patrol

overall i really enjoyed the whole run, it had its ups and downs, and it particularly annoyed me when the stories were EXTRA incomprehensible (namely the story about rhea and the weird alien war), but when morrison got going in actually telling a whole narrative i really love the concepts and characters he uses.

i love the whole of the cast, cliffs fun as ever, rebis is really interesting and a very groundbreaking character in the medium (and to this day frankly), jane was probably grants favorite from the run, tho i think i like her better in the show, mainly cuz in the show theres more of a focus on the other alters that arent jane that morrison doesnt really care to develop much at all, the twist of the chief was of course famous and infamous, i have mixed feelings on it particularly as someone that loves the original pre-crisis doom patrol books but as someone that loves especially devious characters like that, dorothy and joshua were both incredibly underused. joshua basically did nothing the whole run and then was killed off which sucked, and dorothy barely got any panel time until the very end, but it looks like pollacks run gives her a lot more focus which im incredibly excited for. i still hate that rita is the only original member that wasnt brought back (until infinite crisis) and morrison in particular when they do bring her up is very.... almost spiteful of her, in trying to turn her into a sex object thats fairly exclusive to her in this book, and again sucks when compared to the original series where rita was probably the most daring member of the bunch. and danny of course is such a fun character, and i genuinely felt sad when candlemaker was destroying him (and yeah danny uses he/him in the book which i almost didnt expect cuz of the show)

for actual plotlines, the ones i liked were the red jack plotline, the plots involving NOWHERE and the ant farm, the second mr nobody plot where hes running for president which actually did manage to get quite a few laughs out of me, and of course the candlemaker plotline (which coincided with the evil chief plot)

the ones that i particularly disliked were mainly the first brotherhood of dada, and the rhea storyline mainly cuz theyre particularly hard to follow and on the longer side. theyre also some of the wordier stories in the whole run, and theyre mostly words that dont make any sense and arent meant to make sense which made them an absolute drain on the mind to even skim let alone fully read

for how the run compares to the show, id say the show takes the whole run, gets most of the message across, and actually manages to make it make sense and have a more cohesive throughline. it also surprised me reading the run after watching all the show episodes to date just how closely the show follows the book in specific storylines, especially in the story about cliff going to the underground and how close Jane Patrol is to that, and id say jane patrol even improves on it by expanding it the way it does.

id say neither medium does amazingly with dorothy, and i wish the show included rebis at all, altho the influence is there, just replacing the transness and nonbinary aspect of rebis to a gay larry trainor, with a complicated relationship with the negative spirit. cliffs exactly the same between show and book they nailed him, niles as i knew is a lot less sympathetic in the book, but what really surprised me overall is how much less harsh jane is in the book. usually its the other way around where an adaptation will soften the edges of a particularly gritty/dark character but with jane they did the opposite, taking the base thats in the book, and giving her a lot more focus and making her downright meaner and less approachable than she is in the book, and i really love that take on her and think it makes her a much more interesting character, paired with the focus on the other alters the show provides.

even tho i cant get it physically i am starting to read pollacks run on dc infinite and 1. im excited to meet kate and 2. im VERY excited at the prospect of dorothy getting more of a focus than morrison gave her, hopefully i finish it and maybe a reread of other doom patrol runs before the shows last episodes premier

#VERY long post #i have a lot of thoughts on this as you may have guessed #very disorganized but i think thats keeping in spirit with the doom patrol ❤️#doom patrol #dc

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mello-jello · 2 years

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Drabble Challenge Day 30 (omg finally done!)

Prompt: Pillow Talk. 405 words.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Hange and Levi were both panting heavily, slowly coming down from their highs. But their words weren’t a spur of the moment thing. They were genuine, if a little late. Hange rested their head on Levi’s chest and traced patterns on his skin. She listened as his heart rate slowly returned to normal.

After a few moments, Levi broke the silence, “When?”

Hange stopped tracing as they considered the question. “Huh?”

“When did you fall in love with me?”

Hange propped themself up on one elbow, head resting on their hand. They pursed their lips in thought. “I don’t know if there was a big, dramatic moment where I suddenly realized I’d fallen for you and my heart started pounding and there were butterflies in my stomach - you know how the stories go…” They continued trailing their hand on Levi’s chest. “But I’ve always loved you, Levi. You’re my best friend.”

Levi paused to consider that answer, a smile growing on his lips. Back when he considered himself unlovable, Hange was there, loving him anyway. He liked that.

“What about you?” Hange asked. “When did you fall in love with me?”

“I have a similar answer,” Levi said. “I’ve always been particularly attached to you, Four-Eyes. You were the first person to try to welcome us to the scouts and you were the only person to offer condolences after they died… I don’t think I ever properly thanked you for that either.” Levi placed a kiss on Hange’s forehead.

“Woah, all the way back then?!” Hange teased. “I thought you hated me!”

Levi winced at their words, regretting his stand-offish behaviour. “You were weird and annoying - no - you are weird and annoying, but I never hated you,” he said earnestly, wrapping his arms around them tighter.

Hange smiled to themself. “Ah. Well… that’s good to know. Okay, next question: When did you decide you wanted to do this?” Hange gestured down at their naked bodies.

“What? This?” Levi reached down and gave Hange’s ass a squeeze, eliciting a giggle and a playful smack from them.

“Yeah. I mean, I didn’t think you were interested… like at all.”

“Honestly, me neither. Guess I just hadn’t found the right person,” Levi smiled lovingly at them, and trailed his thumb over their cheek.

Hange’s brows curled upward into a pleading expression. “I love your smile,” they whispered before kissing him deeply.

#drabble challenge #levihan drabble #levihan fanfiction #levihan

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ballwizard · 8 months

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speaking of plvaa we just started the final trial so thoughts on it so far before we actually get to the ending!! Under cut :-3

so overall the game has been VERY fun. bear in mind that I've been playing with octavius which makes games both more fun and funnier had I played them alone, so my opinion is a little rose-tinted a la having fun with my friend. HOWEVER. ive found the story and mysteries really fun and engaging!!! some of the twists have been pretty easy to call but i don't think that's necessarily bad? other than espella being bezella. that one is like comically obvious. but like the twist of both maya and layton being presumed dead?? that was fucking bonkers and i loved every minute of it (though it was obvious neither of them would 'stay dead'). i ALSO really liked the segment where Luke was a witness; it worked really well as a show of his character as well as a story beat. I'm always a sucker for distrust between good friends due to circumstances and it hit just the right pitch of desperation to be really really fun.

i think gameplay-wise it's a nice mix of both series, with the investigation portions taking after layton and the court parts taking after ace attorney (obviously). the hint coins in trials is a really nice mechanic & being thrust into an environment with new rules other than what seems most logical is a really fun way to play off the ace attorney format of solving cases.

I've had a running argument with otto that it's not actually magic and I'm genuinely excited to see how it goes. I still am convinced it's all just some incredibly convoluted plot a la unwound future or curious village or. any of the Layton games, but theres just enough doubt in my mind that it's compelling to consider. Im really excited to see how the final mysteries pan out...

visually the game looks pretty nice! though I do agree with the common sentiment that the styles clash a bit (every time we see phoenix in a cutscene surrounded by labyrinthians he looks SO out of place, or the one scene where phoenix and espella are talking and luke looks copy-pasted in). I would've loved to see the whole game in the Layton style, considering most NPCs trend that way anyways. It makes the more ace attorney-styled ones stick out like sore thumbs, like Greyerl and Mystere. Though it's so odd that most plot-important NPCs so far have been ace attorney styled, except for Kira? It caught me a bit off guard. But, even with the style mismatch, it still holds together.

I did want to talk about my disappointment with Greyerl though. Ive never been a fan of the 'secretly a girl/boy but posing as a different gender for REASONS!!' trope, more often than not because it's a) Easy to clock and not very interesting and b) Tends to lead into weird transphobic territory, a la "he's ACTUALLY a SHE?!?;?" or vice versa (or, in more annoying cases, like robin newman from dual destinies, flipping a switch in their behavior and suddenly presenting the complete opposite way. though i will admit i liked robin as a character). It kind of annoyed me with the whole thing. Either way, it was a smaller thing that didn't really impact my enjoyment all that much, but I still wanted to address in some way. I liked that Greyerl got to say it themself instead of being completely forcibly outed this time, but the whole thing with the unpinning of the hair was pretty dumb to me. I think their design could have stayed the same either way; an androgynous butler is not that strange of a character archetype, and makes way more sense than them just. Having extremely long hair somehow pinned up to make it look like a bowlcut. Blech. Whatever.

ANYWAY. This post is far too long already but I just wanted to close it out :-P TL:DR PLvAA has been a very fun and engaging experience so far and i hope and pray that it sticks the landing 😁👍💥‼️

#REALLY long ramble under cut. just my thoughts on the game so far #find later #<-so i can complete my thoughts when we finish

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nightmarist · 8 months

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Not to have the pettiest of complaints but I was reminded: I’ve been “scolded” by people interested in me being told “you think you’re so cool :/” and it’s both funny and really annoying.

I assume it’s because I keep people at what I feel is a respectable distance in general and, well, I act overtly polite nearly to the point of theatrics. I can totally understand my brand of personality just isn’t people’s cup of tea, I’m extremely slow in the race so to speak, but it’s always people I’ve only known for like. Maybe 6 months who complain about it. I’m sorry but 6 months (especially talking just once or twice a week at most) is nowhere near enough for me to be genuinely vulnerable around you.

If you mean arrogant than I’m genuinely sorry to come across that way but frankly I think I deserve to be a bit overtly confident without having to explain myself. I was raised “old fashioned” with certain etiquette. Of course I’m going to be, again my version of, a Respectable Distance.

Likewise people I meet talk about “old fashioned” dating and courtship, how much they love pining and pride&prejuduce hand scene and Victorian ankle jokes until they meet someone with the weird countenance of a 1890s Victorian fop with intimacy issues that prefers long play courtship over short term dating. I’m sorry but you can’t speed run my affections within an hour and half, and I’m totally fine walking away from anyone who tries.

When I meet new people I’m going to act different than when I’m around my best friends of 10 years bc I’ve known them for Ten Years. I always assumed that’s. Normal. It’s so wild to me when people are jealous of my relationship with my friends. And even with them I’m a theatrical dandy with a few more swear words and modern colloquialisms. Overall I’m going to act like an anachronic dandy and I neither care nor want to change that, the General Public is a sometimes enamored by it and sometimes put off by it, my usual bank teller calls me dapper and a rando in McDonald’s called me a heathen so like. What about it.

Anyway nothing particularly hurtful or anything, just a few stand out encounters out of a few dozen over the years

#the irony of me saying 6 months isn’t enough to be vulnerable while my tunglr is full of deep traumas <3 #I’ve been called shallow a few times too but like. darling. you don’t know anything about me.#and im fine leaving you here and now so you never will.#tbch tho I Am a bit vindictive and don’t really let change who I am so that other people are more comfortable with me #but it’s a bit of an internal fight I have #do I make myself easier to swallow or do I let them choke #all in all: dating sucks man how do people wade through all this

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sovpologist · 2 years

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i’m not into drifteris or whatever their ship is called, in fact it’s kind of a notp of mine bc i just can’t do ships based on people who unapologetically and purposefully annoy each other. but i do think that’s what it is: purposefully annoying each other. in one of the previous seasons, idr which, eris says she’ll stop calling him ‘rat’ when he stops calling her ‘moondust’ and then neither of them ever stopped which is kind of frustrating given that both of them just before this express not wanting to be called ‘rat/moondust.’ and they have this weird begrudging friendship thing. i think in the line you posted, ‘but you keep calling,’ that’s part of their begrudging friendship, purposefully goading each other until the other walks away from the conversation. eris’s goading is more subtle than drifter’s though so i think a lot of people miss her doing the same to him? they do it to each other over and over and over and it’s not just one-sided drifter annoying eris. idk how to explain all this. hope it makes sense. fucking sucks eris nickname for him is an antiasian slur too. its not a common one and rat is a common insult in general so i think its usage as a racial slur just gets buried and therefore unnoticed by bungie. wish it would stop especially since they have both said they want the other to stop and could easily mutually agree to do so like wtf. its been on my mind a lot and drives me nuts bc they still use it in game

okayyyy i see where you're coming from with this but i kind of disagree for a couple reasons.

one, bungie frequently switches writers and it shows in a lot of character inconsistency between expansions/seasons (this happens to a lot of characters, not just drifter and eris). the way drifter and eris' relationship is written is fundamentally different in season of arrivals, the witch queen collector's edition lorebook, and season of the haunted to the present. in arrivals, they don't like each other bc they don't know each other very well and drifter is kind of annoying (love that about him) and it very much comes off as drifter antagonizing eris and eris only antagonizing him back when she can't take it anymore. he is the one instigating a lot of their confrontations and she only gives him a derogatory nickname when he refuses to stop using a nickname for her.

they're only briefly mentioned in the witch queen collector's edition lorebook but it seems like because they worked together in beyond light they've gained a greater understanding and respect for each other. drifter calls her eris and "three eyes" instead of moondust, which to me indicates that eris explained that moondust is a hurtful nickname to her bc it reminds her of a place that is the source of her trauma and he changed nicknames accordingly. he says that eris works "with me" (not for me, suggesting that he respects her as an equal) and says ikora wasn't giving her enough "chances to grow." again, this is a huge step forward in the way they treat each other and a much more interesting dynamic.

but all of a sudden in season of the haunted, they've taken three steps back to nothing but needless antagonism. for us to interpret this as friendly banter, there has to be some kind of indication to the audience that they are actually friends who like each other now, which is simply not there. this very much comes off as bad fanfic writing, where the author simply substitutes "banter" for any kind of actual friendship or relationship growth. or it comes off as the kind of playful rudeness with strangers that is common on the internet (and can be pretty frustrating and hurtful for the target of rudeness). i'm fine with mean jokes between friends, but there has to be a balance between mean jokes and genuine earnest character moments, which we just don't see (except for maybe ONE lore piece). drifter and eris have known each other for years at this point and still interact in exactly the same way, and have the same arguments and the same antagonistic conversations over and over again. from both a writer and audience perspective, this is just lazy and uninteresting.

two, their current writer ships them which makes it hard for me to interpret any of their current interactions without knowing the writer has romantic intentions. i know, i know, "separate the art from the artist," the author's intent doesn't need to be what i take from it, but it changes the way i view and read their interactions even though i dont ship them. i still know that the writer interprets their relationship as romantic and that impacts the way she writes their interactions. when eris calls drifter a derogatory nickname its meant to be romantic bc the writer thinks its romantic for them to have nicknames for each other. when drifter says "you keep calling" its meant to be romantic because the writer thinks its romantic for eris to hate him and yet be unable to stay away from him. and the thing is that the vast majority of people ARE picking up on this romantic coding and ARE reading their interactions as romantic. go to any destiny lore vault video of an interaction between them and all the comments will be "eris is such a tsundere" "'slur' and moondust!!! <3" "theyre so cute" "they need to get a room" etc.

i genuinely dont mean anything rude by this, because i do this to their relationship too, but i think what you describe is your own personal interpretation of why they act the way they do with each other, not the actual text. and again, thats not a bad thing! i do that too, because otherwise their relationship makes no fucking sense and is super boring! but imo, there is no greater meaning behind their interactions or some deep hidden and interesting friendship, it's just bad writing and heterosexuality lmao

EDIT: just read the new lore piece for this week and i actually like how their relationship is portrayed there. it’s “banter” that is respectful. again the problem still stands that there needs to be a balance, and two nice and genuine moments between them in lore books (which only people who really care about read) does not balance out the heap of negative ones that you get at the end of ketchcrash (which basically everyone is going to hear). idk if i’m just unwilling to give their current writer any credit but we do know different people write about the same topic so i can’t help but wonder if this and the eidolon lore (which is also a much more nuanced and friendly portrayal) was written by someone different than the person who writes their ingame dialogue

#meta #negative #ask #long post

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 3 years

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Continuation of Request #14?

Request #23

Warning: mentions of past rape, beliefs of oneself being unlovable/unwanted.

Honestly, at first, I wasn't sure where to go with this, but I ultimately gave it a wholesome(?) ending that I'm satisfied with. (Of course, If y'all want another continuation, I'm down to write more in the future.)

Enjoy!

Part 1

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Welp...

It was morning now.

...

A sigh left Villain's lips as they lay freshly awake in their bed, staring at the ceiling. They had to go and deal with Hero, even though they really didn't want to. They were still rather puzzled about what had happened yesterday. Why the hell...? Did Hero actually enjoy...?

Shaking their head to clear their thoughts, the villain lifted themself with a slight groan and dragged themself out of bed. Now, first things first, they were in dire need of a shower. Their nemesis' unexpected late-night visit had drained what little energy they had at the time, so they had just collapsed into bed as they were, all sweaty and gross.

Entering the bathroom and turning on the water, Villain freed themself of their clothing and hopped right in. As they rubbed shampoo into their greasy hair, they pondered how they should deal with this situation. On the one hand, they could probably use this to their advantage. They could make an arrangement of sorts. Hero gets what they want as long as they follow Villain's orders.

Lightly chuckling, they imagined the looks on their nemesis' teammates' faces as they realized the hero had betrayed them. And only to fulfill some fucked up fantasy of theirs, too.

But on the other hand, this was super weird, and the villain probably shouldn't indulge Hero. This could get out of hand very fast. After all, the hero had already snuck back into Villain's base; who knows what they might do next to get what they're after.

With another sigh, they turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and went to get dressed.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Hero sat in the corner of their cell. Their arms had gotten tied behind their back, and the familiar power-suppressing collar was back on their neck. They weren't sure why they had come back. I mean, they knew why they came back, but they also... didn't.

It was such a stupid idea. Of course, Villain would freak out! Why the hell did the hero think they would react any other way?! What was wrong with them? Why did- Why did Hero enjoy being used like that...?

Were they into all that shit, or were they just... really that desperate for contact?

...

Hero couldn't deny that they did, in fact, enjoy being at the villain's mercy, but... physical contact was still their main desire. Even during their fights, they often let themself get pinned down, just so that they could be close to someone, even if only for a short moment. And Villain... Villain just happened to be the one person who willingly got closer to them...

...

Maybe they were just sick in the head... People probably avoided them for a reason... Villain didn't care about them; they were enemies after all. They only got close to the hero because they were fighting. It made sense, didn't it...? It made sense that Hero was unwanted-

The door suddenly creaked open, and light flooded the small room, blinding the hero for a moment. They blinked their eyes a couple of times to adjust, and once they did, their gaze met with the dark form of their nemesis.

With their arms crossed and a stern calculating look on their face, the villain stood before them, looking down at them. Hero fidgeted nervously under their stare and eventually looked away, head hanging low in their shame. The sigh that left Villain only made them curl in on themself more.

"Hero." - the criminal started, mentally preparing for one hell of a ride. "Why did you come back? I mean, you told me why, but- but why?"

Silence was all they received as an answer, and it honestly got on their nerves a bit. Hero fucking breaks back into their base and then doesn't even want to talk? Fine. They would do this a different way then.

Villain's footsteps echoed through the cell as they approached the quiet hero whose face still turned away from them. As they knelt down, they grabbed the other's chin and forced them to turn their head. The villain noticed the way Hero shivered from their touch and had expected them to try and pull away in fright, but instead, they leaned into it, albeit a bit hesitantly.

With how cold it was in the room, the villain could easily feel how hot the captured's face burned. As their eyes met, the hero looked embarrassed and like they seriously didn't want to be here right now. The sight just made Villain's blood boil even more.

"Why so hesitant all of a sudden, Hero? You were so eager earlier." - the villain spat out angrily, their nemesis' indecisiveness irritating them. Just what the hell did they want?

Hero tried to stutter out an answer. They wanted to explain themself, they really did! But all they managed to say was a quiet "I-I'm sorry..." as tears slowly gathered in their eyes.

"You're sorry?" - Villain pressed, demanding a better answer.

Tensing up as their stomach twisted in their stress, they tried to explain again, voice meek as they admitted, "I- I was just... lonely..."

Their captor was quiet for a moment, studying their face. Trying to figure the other out, they eventually asked, "You let me rape you because you were lonely?"

"Um... Well... when you... put it that way... I... um..." - the hero mumbled, their gaze darting all over Villain's face, avoiding their eyes, too afraid to look into them.

The villain was silent again, slowly catching onto what Hero's deal was. The way the other's eyes were moving all around was annoying, so they decided to test something. Using their free hand, Villain softly cradled the hero's face, making them freeze, their gaze locked on the new point of contact. The criminal's touch slowly glided to the back of Hero's head, making them shudder as their hand tangled itself in the captured's hair.

The hero's eyes looked off to the side, trying to ignore the new feeling, but Villain brought them back to attention as they suddenly gripped Hero's messy locks and roughly pulled, getting a yelp out of them. They shivered as the villain forced their faces closer and ordered, "Look me in the eyes, or I'm leaving."

With a small whine, Hero's eyes immediately snapped to Villain's own.

"Bingo." - the criminal thought as they loosened their grip on the other's hair and instead tenderly began to massage their scalp.

As another whimper crawled out of the hero's throat, they pleaded meekly, "S-Stop... Y-You- You d-don't-"

"You're touch starved." - Villain said, matter-of-factly, anger disappearing as their expression turned more neutral as Hero's tears started to flow down their face. "You let me hurt you because it meant I would touch you."

"I- I- I'm-" - the hero tried to deny their nemesis' words but ultimately failed as they broke down into sobs, still looking into the other's eyes, not wanting them to pull away.

The villain paused in their petting and instead cradled Hero's face with both their hands, the hero inhaling shakily at the feeling. As they hiccuped and sniffled, Villain continued their conversation.

"I admit, seeing you under me is fun, but you seriously need some help." - the criminal watched as Hero only cried more, still desperately keeping eye contact. They really needed help. I mean, to just let themself get raped? They could've just told Villain what they wanted, and they would've let them go!

And yeah, sure, the villain wasn't the best for doing that to them in the first place either, but they only did it because it was Hero. Raping some random person is of no interest to Villain, but the hero? They knew what they were signing up for when they picked this job, so the villain didn't mind being ruthless to them.

But still... this was... honestly just sad. Did Hero genuinely have no one who cared about them? Villain supposed they had fans, but that wasn't really the same thing. Someone liking them as a hero is a lot different than someone loving them as a person.

...

Did... Villain like them?

...

They didn't exactly hate them, but were they interested in the other like that?

...

Well, they did tell their henchmen to put Hero in that... revealing outfit...

It was mostly just to humiliate the hero, but...

...

Shit.

...

With a small sigh, they made their decision and continued talking from earlier. "And I'm gonna be the one to get you that help, 'cause God knows you won't get it yourself."

"W-Wha...?" - Hero's confusion made them pause their crying. What- What did Villain...

"W-What do y-you mean?"

"You're staying with me."

Hero's chest fluttered at that. Villain... wasn't going to push them away?

"R-Really...?" - the hero asked uncertainly, doubt still gripping at their heart.

With a smile that melted their worries away, the villain answered, "Yes, really. We'll get some oxytocin going in that brain of yours." They gave Hero's forehead a gentle boop for emphasis, and the hero found it oddly comforting.

"Also, we're getting you a therapist." - Villain added, more seriously this time. "And... you know what? Fuck it. I'm getting myself a therapist too. Got some shit of my own to deal with..."

In a slightly better mood, Hero playfully asked, "B-By 'get' do you mean you'll literally g-go and grab some therapists?"

The villain snorted in reply, and as they pulled the hero to their feet, they said, "For you? I'd kidnap a therapist any day, darling~."

The blush on Hero's face only worsened at the nickname, but they still found themself smiling, a bit giddy. As Villain undid their restraints, they rubbed at their wrists and neck, shyly looking to the other. "S-So, what now?"

"Now, we're going to go and have breakfast." - the villain answered, offering the hero their arm, which they flusteredly took as their stomach grumbled and as Villain grinned at them endearingly.

As the two of them walked, they talked about how exactly to proceed from here. Neither of them was of a very... healthy mindset, and such, this relationship probably wasn't the healthiest one out there. But... that was fine. They would get there someday.

If no one else would help them, then they would help each other.

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y0itsbri · 3 years

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Hi Bri 🥰

C-16 if you'd like to 👀

Coffee dates and disasters

au with college!lip and barista!mandy where ian is a frequent visitor at the campus café and meets mickey under rather unfortunate circumstances. don't cry over spilled milk, buddy.

which also fits under a.u.gust for @gallavichthings

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"never would have thought you the type to come to one of these places," ian mused, looking around the small café with only lamps and string lights illuminating the space. "can't believe college changed you, man," ian clutched at his heart dramatically.

"don't worry. 'm still the annoying bastard you love so dearly," lip squeezed ian's shoulder before he sauntered up to the counter.

the barista's bored expressed brightened when she saw them. her perky demeanor was matched by a high pitched voice, "hey lip," she smiled, dark lipstick striking. she appraised ian with a somewhat predatory eye, "hello, lip's friend."

"uh, brother," ian coughed.

lip rolled his eyes, "and he's gay so don't even try it, mandy."

she pouted and flicked her hair behind her shoulder, "not that it's any of your business, anyways."

ian chuckled besides him, drawing another smile out of mandy, this one kinder, sweeter.

"what can i get you boys?"

the pink highlights glistened in her dark hair as she whipped up lip's cold brew and ian's caramel macchiato, then proceeded to insist that this one is on the house. neither of them argued, but thanked her before they settled down in some stools by the window.

"fucking the barista privileges?" ian asked, raising his eyebrow at his slut of a brother.

"i think of it more like fellow south sider charity," he rubbed his bottom lip, "but yours works too," lip smirked around the edges of his coffee cup.

"you're an idiot."

"can a man who got us free drinks really be deemed an idiot?" lip philosophized.

ian paused, taking a moment of thorough consideration. he looked lip straight in the eyes as he answered, "if that man is you, then without a doubt."

lip tried to knock ian's cup out of his hand, but failed at his attempt. ian thanked his well-practiced jrotc skills and a lifetime experience of growing up in a house packed with annoying siblings for his victory.

they chatted about the robotics classes lip was taking, how he got full-time access to one of the labs, and his weird ass roommate who may or may not be gay if ian is at all interested. ian scrunched up his face. after hearing so many horror stories about the guy, ian didn't want anywhere near him. he wasn't that desperate yet.

the second that lip was out of his seat and heading to the bathroom, the beautiful mess that was mandy descended.

"hiiii lip's gay brother," she leaned against the table.

"it's ian," he spun his empty cup in his hands. he couldn't help himself from smiling at her charisma.

"well hi, ian, i just wanted to say sorry if i spooked you earlier. i just had no idea lip's brother would be so cute!"

"his ugly mug's not too hard to beat." ian laughed. "he got the short end of the gallagher stick, literally."

"cute and charming. you're funny, ian gallagher, i like you." she placed her hand on his shoulder for a moment, a movement so soft compared to her rather frantic appearance. "come back here anytime and it's on the house, yeah? i work most evenings after three."

"oh. uh- okay," ian scrambled for words, "thanks."

she squeezed his shoulder once before lip returned with a rather obnoxious entrance.

"ayo mands, stop harassing him!"

ian ducked his head in embarrassment.

"oh, shut up! i'm just clearing your cups," she winked at ian as she left.

mandy was something else. but she was kind and good company. ian could get used to the chill atmosphere over the chaos of the gallagher house anytime. he might just take up her offer.

"you'd think with all the time you spend here, you'd be offered a scholarship or something by now." mandy sipped on her chocolate frappuccino as she laid her feet across ian's lap. he always made sure to come visit during her breaks at least twice a week during the past couple months.

ian shrugged, "guess they only had room for one gallagher."

mandy hit his arm in a way that hurt. lip was fucked if he ever broke her heart.

"does fiona even know that this is where you sneak off to?"

"yeah." mandy's look said she didn't believe him. "well, kinda. she thinks i'm visiting lip, brotherly duties and all."

"yeah? how are those brotherly duties?"

"fuck if i know."

she laughed.

"i still think you should apply here for next fall," she encouraged, "could take some art classes."

"i suck at art."

"chemistry?"

"failed that."

"business?"

"yeah, no thanks."

mandy flipped him off, "fine. botany?

"ya know what? sure." he had always wanted to grow tomatoes.

"really?!"

"heart wants what it wants, mandy. we can't all be psychology brainiacs."

"brains and beauty, what can i say?" she teased. ian laughed, eyes glistening towards his friend. mandy made things better.

"hey," she continued, "there's this concert on the main campus lawn this weekend, you should totally come!"

"isn't that just for students?"

"they don't card, dummy."

"right, right, i knew that."

"sureeee. you in?"

ian mentally checked his work schedule.

"i'm in."

lip and ian strolled into the café a few days later. okay, maybe ian had felt a bit guilty for abandoning his brotherly duties lately, but at least this way he could hang out with both his best friends. well he could have if he remembered the fact that mandy had the day off for her behavioral neuroscience midterm. they had literally spent her previous shift reviewing the terms, he should have known.

ian's couldn't help his face from falling as another blonde barista took their orders, mostly eyeing lip the whole time.

"hi lip," she smiled a little too sincerely, "what can i get for you today?"

ian had ordered something new at the recommendation of the blonde and he was not a fan. and to make matters worse, he had to actually pay for the atrocity that he wouldn't even be able to finish.

"so how's your little coffee dates with mandy?" lip asked over his cup.

ian nearly choked on his god-awful americano. "how'd you know?"

"please. she's obsessed with you. every time i see her, it's 'ian this,' 'ian that,' 'ian might apply here in next year.'"

"oh."

"yeah, oh. when were you gonna tell me?!"

“it’s all mandy’s idea, i’m not even sure i want to,” ian muttered, refusing to make eye contact.

“dude, i’ve literally shared a room with you since the day you popped out of monica’s wretched womb, you think I can’t tell when you’re lying?”

okay maybe ian had been getting increasingly more excited about the idea of attending school and actually learning things that he wants to learn. something that might actually lead him somewhere real since rotc was looking more and more like a poor man's fantasy the more that he thought about it.

“I was gonna tell you, swear on it.” and he was. once he convinced himself that lip wasn't going to straight up laugh in his face. but the look in his eye seemed genuinely supportive.

“mhm, i gotta catch my english lit class," lip stood up, swinging his tattered tan backpack across one shoulder. he patted ian's shoulder in his big brother ways, "don’t be a stranger, yeah?”

“yeah, yeah for sure! have fun learning a language you already know!” lip flipped him off at his smartass remark.

soon after, ian stood up to return his drink to the counter, the anxiety from the conversation making him entirely lose whatever appetite he might have had. plus, it wasn’t the same here without lip or mandy. he just wanted to be wrapped up in a cocoon in his own bed. but that was so far away. maybe he could catch an early ride—

thump.

ian crashed into a guy’s sturdy body.

the remnants of his shitty drink spilled in an americano nightmare over both of them, ceramic pieces shattering on the floor in a truly horrific manner.

ian yipped and the other man let out a grunt of irritation.

they were fucking soaked. well, at least the coffee wasn't hot? ian tried justifying the situation, but, nah, this was bad.

"shit! i'm so sorry, lemme," ian reached out and the shorter man flinched away.

they were now far enough apart that ian got a good look at him. a leather jacket.. now covered in ian's drink -- shit. and shockingly piercing blue eyes that lingered too long on ian's before his cheeks turned a shade of pink that made ian's stomach flutter.

he might have seemed cold if he didn’t make ian feel so warm.

"it’s cool, man. i gotta go, uh," and he walked out of the café without looking back.

fuck.

ian smelled like coffee the entire train ride to the back of the yards. he laid in his bed regretting his entire life.

no mandy. no lip. no dignity.

the day of the concert that mandy had invited him to rolled around. ian wouldn’t admit it, but he was nervous to spend a coffee-less evening with mandy, their entire friendship built inside that one room. his little bubble of safety was bursting.

well, to be honest, the bubble had burst the moment that his disaster of a coffee was spilled onto one of the most ridiculously pretty guys that he's ever seen. every time he closed his eyes, he remembered the guy’s face shift from hostile to something else. he was torn between wanting to know the his name and also on never seeing him again in fear that he would simply pass away of embarrassment.

hopefully mandy hadn't heard about it. they may not have been friends for a long time, but he already knew that she would never let him live it down.

"hey ian!" her familiar voice called. that sounded promising.

his face fell with relief as he finally spotted her at the corner. she embraced him in a warm hug before pulling back and giving him a once over.

"huh, could have sworn you'd still have coffee behind your ear or something after the description karen gave me of your little disaster the other day." she smirked, quite literally double checking behind his ears as they turned hot under her gaze.

"ugh, fuck, how much did she tell you?" he itched his forehead and scrunched up his nose.

"oh, calm your tits, it's funny as fuck." she giggled, punching his arm in a way that still unintentionally hurt.

"whatever. are you excited for the concert tonight?"

their reunion conversation lulled eventually, and ian noticed that they weren't necessarily standing alone.

no. fucking. way.

just his luck, if he was being honest. he probably deserved this.

there he stood. the man that has plagued his dreams the past few days. in a light wash jean jacket that was a little tight on the biceps, leaning casually against the wall, kicking the pebbles on the ground with his boot.

"uh, what's he doing here?" ian gestured towards the victim of The Coffee Incident.

“what, you know him?” mandy asked, walking them towards him.

“vaguely.” if that wasn’t the understatement of the year.

"huh. i didn’t think my idiot brother had any friends."

brother? how did ian not realize she had a brother?

"what, did you think i was going to babysit you all night? i can't let everyone here thinking you're my boyfriend, no offense or whatever, but you're in good hands!" she kissed his cheek, clearly not helping her own not-looking-like-her-boyfriend rule.

ian eyed said brother's good hands only to see the faded letters of FUCK U-UP on them. oh.

mandy pushed ian over to her brother, "ian, mickey. mickey, ian," she introduced before pushing and shuffling her way through the crowd of college students to find herself someone’s cheap ass fruity alcohol to mooch off of.

mickey. ian's brain repeated over and over, a chime against the murmuring sea of voices they found themselves enveloped by.

"nice jacket," ian pointed out, an awkward attempt to converse before shoving his hands back in his pockets.

"it's my second favorite." the corners of his mouth lifted like there was more to the statement. ian took the bait, as if he could resist.

"what's your first?"

"first is still airing out the fuckin’ coffee smell," he smirked as ian groaned. "oh c’mon, man, don't go crying over spilled milk."

how could he not? on the bright side, he didn’t seemed to hate ian for it.

“if it was anyone else,” mickey drawled, “they’d have to get a beat down for it.”

“why do I get a free pass?” ian mused.

“well, you’re mandy’s friend, right?”

“yup,” ian tried to suppress his disappointment. he really did. but fiona always told him he wore his heart on his sleeve.

“yeah, that ain’t why, though,” his eyebrows waggled suggestively and ian nearly felt his heart drop out of his ass.

ian blessed whatever coffee god was out there for sending him both mandy and the beautiful man in front of him.

“you wanna go listen to the band?” ian nodded his head towards the stage with passionate players jumping around like they were playing lollapalooza or some shit.

“lead the way, stud, just try to keep your drinks off of me this time,” mickey knocked into ian’s own flannel covered shoulder.

yeah, ian couldn’t believe his luck. maybe karma was finally on his side.

—

mandy smirked at her brother and best friend not-so-subtly checking each other out over the course of the night, bopping their heads to the music and downing whatever free booze they could get their hands on.

she hoped that adding mickey to the equation would be enough incentive to convince ian to stick around. things were better when he was near.

the way that ian followed mickey around like a lost puppy with that dopey moon-eyed look, it seemed like her hopes would come true.

and when both ian and mickey strolled into the café to come visit her at work the next week, mickey in his worse-for-wear leather jacket and ian in borrowed denim, she thanks the coffee gods for her luck.

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aimless-imagines-for-fun · 3 years

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Damian Wayne Dating HCs

Pairing :: older/adult!Damian Wayne x fem!Reader

Headcanon :: How Damian gets into and acts in a relationship

Word Count :: 1,676

Warnings :: N/A

A/N :: The image I’m using I created with Artbreeder.

I didn’t call Damian “Robin” and referred to him as a vigilante because Dick stopped being Robin at 25, Jason 22, and Tim 18. The Damian I’m writing is 22. We don’t see much of Older!Damian, and when we do he’s either taken up the mantle of Batman or The Demon’s Head for The League Of Assassins

Getting into a relationship (all of this is in roughly a year) :

Neither you nor Damian know when you started dating, it just sort of happened

He met you at a bookstore you worked at, and you noticed he always came in buying older books about history, warfare, and strategies.

You found the warfare and strategies odd at first but chose not to question it

You asked him out first.

“Why do you always buy these books?” “I like history.” “Oh cool, I do too... Wanna hang out and talk about the First Battle of Tarain?”

You were joking, he said yes to get out of doing a thing with Tim

You each thought it was going to be a small amount of time spent together at some local cafe. You two ended up staying until closing talking about history.

This becomes a bi-weekly thing, you meet up at the cafe, talk until it closes, or go out and talk in a nearby park until sunset.

Damian’s family notices, but choose not to question what he’s doing because it’s seemingly making him less annoyed with people

Dick starts getting curious when he sees Damian smile just a tad bit looking at a text from you

You text him random facts all the time, but they’re weird. “Did you know squirrels are behind most power outages in the US?”

Eventually, you two stop talking about just history and start talking about other things that interest each of you and your personal lives.

You open up more than Damian

Damian pays close attention when he notices you’re talking about something you’re genuinely passionate about He pays attention to detail in general.

For your birthday he got you a leather swiss army medic bag from WWII. You cried tears of joy and jumped onto him for a big long hug.

That was the first time Damian’s heart skipped a beat. After seeing you overjoyed, he realized he likes seeing you happy. It gave him a warm feeling, but he doesn’t know yet he has feelings for you.

Yours and Damian’s first “official date” was to a fancy Wayne Ent. event. This time Damian asked you. He’s super stiff.

“Would you like to accompany me to the upcoming-” “Are you asking me out on a date??” “No, I’m asking you to accompany me-” “I’ll go.”

No one in his family knows your coming, except for Alfred because he was asked to pick you up and bring you to the manor the day of. Alfred is confused the entire car ride because you act super chill

When you show up, the other boys surround you. Dick realizes who you are instantly, Jason thinks you’re not human, Tim is afraid you’re like Damian.

Bruce is silent, and a bit thankful his son found a normal human

Damian picked out your outfit: A fancy dark Sacramento green dress with black heels, a pearl necklace, and pearl bracelets to match.

You panicked when you saw the jewelry and Damian instantly goes into “comfort mode” to reassure you it’s fine. The family is shook.

At the actual event, you feel SUPER AWKWARD. Your family had enough to get by in life, so you feel very out of place around all the rich people

Damian can tell you’re uncomfortable and so he tries to hold onto you at all times to help you feel comfortable

Ex: He holds your hand, puts a hand on your shoulder, stands directly next to you so your arms are touching.

You eventually feel comfortable, but, you’re both bored there, so you suggest hiding in the outside garden

Finally alone, you two start talking about the other batboys

“Does Dick always try to show off odd party tricks?” “Only when he sees a pretty lady.”

“Why was Jason just standing in the corner looking at everyone?” “He doesn’t like dressing up.”

“Come on, there’s no way Tim’s actually happy here.” “Did you see him on the dance floor?” He has awesome dance moves, he’s just very energetic.

You eventually start talking about something else.

You can hear the music from inside, so you two start slow dancing together.

He’s holding one of your hands and has a hand placed on the small of your back. You rest your head on his shoulder and have your free hand flat on his chest.

It’s in this instant you each realize you have feelings for one another.

You two swayed around slowly until the song eventually ended.

When you two pull away, you stare into his green eyes briefly before you place a hand on his cheek and pull him down for a kiss.

Once In A Relationship :

You and Damian are a good pair because he’s serious and you’re go-with-the-flow. If he starts over-analyzing something, you start relaxing him.

You two spend at least one day a week together, and you constantly text each other basic messages like “How was your day?”, “Are you okay?”, “Good morning/night”, “Have a nice day”

If you take over an hour to reply to Damian he gets anxious something bad happened to you.

He legitimately gets ready to start searching EVERY PART of Gotham until he gets a text “Sorry, I was taking a nap. Long day at work.”

When you two are together, you’re usually out or at your apartment. He only takes you to the manor if none of the other guys are there.

He took you once with everyone there. Never again.

Dick: “Oh my god! Look! He has a little girlfriend! How cute, Damian’s growing up.” “I’m 22.”

Tim: “You… You look so nice. Why? How is she so nice and you’re so… you.” “I’ll murder you and make it look like an accident.”

Jason: “How? Did you threaten her? Is he threatening you?” “Dames is super sweet.”

When you call Damian “Dames”, your nickname for him, they all lose their shit.

“DAMES?” “YOU HAVE A NICKNAME FOR HIM?” “DA-ME-SSS?” “DO YOU HAVE MORE?” “D-A-M-E-S?”

Your nicknames for Damian: Dame, Love, and Mr. Serious

Damian’s nicknames for you: Beloved, Love, and Sunflower

He briskly drags you away before you can say anything else, and you just go with it.

“??I thought we were going to talk more to your brothers??” “They’re not my brothers.” “Okay. I appreciate you.” “.....I appreciate you too.”

You two don’t say “I love you” very often. Instead, you say “I appreciate you”. You do say “I love you” in private/intimate moments, but in public/at random you say “I appreciate you”

Damian isn’t possessive, just protective. There’s a difference.

He’s never been in a serious relationship before and he’s never loved someone romantically like with you before, so he wants to make sure you’re safe and comfortable 24/7

The first time a random guy catcalled you while you were with Damian, he instantly defended your honor.

“What did you say?” He grabs the guy and easily raises him a foot off the ground. He forces the guy to apologize and lets him fall on the ground after.

Quickly, you reassured Damian he doesn’t need to go to such lengths to “defend your honor”. You tell him to ignore people like that guy because they’re nobodies.

After a few months, you start to pick up on the fact you two rarely spend time together after sunset.

You questioned him once about it and he quickly told you it’s because he helps his father with Wayne Ent. You never questioned him again.

You didn’t 100% believe his answer, but trust he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you

One time you called him crying at night. He was about to go on patrol, then dropped everything to go to your apartment and make sure you were okay.

Damian got a key to your apart about a year into the relationship.

There are times you go to sleep alone and wake up with him asleep, arms wrapped around you. He doesn’t do this often, only after a rough night on a patrol or a particularly dark mission.

Damian’s usually a realist, but when he sees you smile and laugh, he becomes an optimist for a split second

He isn’t big on PDA, so depending on his mood sometimes you hold hands when walking, other times you just lock your pinkies together.

When one of you notices the other is upset though, then you get touchy to calm the other down

Sometimes, when you two are alone at your apartment or the mansion, you don’t speak. You just rest and enjoy the silence while laying on top of one another.

If you lay on Damian, you’re literally on top of him snuggling into his chest. He holds one of your hands and rubs your back.

If Damian lays on you, you’re usually sitting and he places his head on your lap. You love playing and messing around with his hair.

When you found out Damian’s a vigilante, it was a massive accident

You called him while he was on patrol, whispering in a shaking voice that two men had broken into your apartment.

He booked it to your apartment and busted through the window, in costume.

After taking care of the guys and handing them over to the authority, he starts questioning you to make sure you’re okay. When you don’t answer he realizes he’s still in costume talking to you now.

You’re in shock because now a lot of things make sense.

You’re upset for about an hour(because Damian knows how to make you happy when you’re angry) and then you’re utterly fascinated by Damian’s other life

Damian tells you he doesn’t want you to know a lot because it could put you in danger and you’re the one part of his life that’s normal

You accept his wishes and continue with your relationship as normal.

There are only two things that changed:

One: Damian moves you to a more secure apartment and makes sure you have plenty of bats or batons you could use to protect yourself “just in case”

Two: Damian spends almost every night at your apartment after patrol now

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atlafan · 4 years

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And They Were Roommates - Part Two

a/n: I wasn’t quite done with these two, but now I am. I hope you like the second part just as much as the first! Feedback and reblogs are always helpful. (not proofread) part one

Warnings: fluff, smut, a little angst

Words: 8.9K

Harry was a great friend, but he was an even better boyfriend, which, you’re sad to admit, you were a bit surprised about. You wouldn’t classify him as a player when you were in school, but he certainly have a certain amount of girls on rotation. Maybe he had just grown up a bit since then. He was always a gentleman with you anyways, but he had gone into overdrive with it. Doors were being opened for you, he started cooking more, cleaning more, and he’d even started to offer to help with the laundry. He was doing everything and anything just to see you smile. It didn’t take much for him to make you smile before, but still. It was nice to see him putting in some effort.

You were putting in some effort too. It’s not that either of you needed things to feel different, in fact, a lot of things felt the same, but you wanted him to feel the way he was making you feel. So, you offered up more neck rubs, more cuddles on the couch, and you started going to the coffee shop more since he asked you to.

After a date, his favorite joke to make was, “Mine or yours”, since you were going back to the same place. You’d always giggle because it genuinely was funny to you. You’d roll your eyes at him, decide on his bedroom or yours to get cozy in. Usually if you had sex in one bed, you slept in the other. You and Harry weren’t exactly having vanilla sex, so the sheets would get hot from your sweat. It was kind of nice to be able to shuffle across the hall to sleep in a cool bed.

He had no idea sex with another person could feel so good. Having sex with someone he truly cared about, well, the thought alone was enough to make him hard. Harry liked being the one to decide on the positions, but god did he love it when you’d ride him. He loved watching your face as you’d move up and down his cock. He loved looking down between the two of you and seeing the muscles in your stomach clench, or how your thighs would shake around him. You worked so hard for him, not letting him thrust up into you sometimes, sweat dripping down your spine until you both would come. You wanted to be good for him, and he’d tell you that you didn’t need to work so hard because you’d be exhausted after, but in the back of your head there was this fear that he would get bored with you. Harry got bored with people easily, there were only a few friends in his life that he kept around, you being one of them. You were never worried about it before, but now that he knew you in this way you were a little scared.

Sometimes those fears were put to rest when he’d come through the door from work and get his lips on yours immediately. You knew Harry to be a clingy person with the people he liked. In every class you had together in undergrad he had to sit next to you, it was the same now in your graduate courses, of course. If you could have a meal at the dining hall at the same time, he was right next to you, and when you used to come over for a movie he had you sit on the end of the couch so only he could sit next to you. You supposed when you sat back and thought about some of these things he easily could have had feelings for you then. It made you think if you did. Maybe you did, but maybe you didn’t. It didn’t really matter now, though.

You were roughly two weeks into a relationship with someone you had known almost five years, and was your best friend in the world. Other than school, work, and dates, you hadn’t really left your flat. Harry was much more interested in getting to know the parts of you he hadn’t been privy to before. You had yet to tell your friends what was going on, and they were starting to wonder why the two of you were blowing off plans. You told them it was because of school, but you weren’t sure they believed you. Harry said he was picking up a lot of extra shifts at work and that he was too tired to go out. You both knew you’d have to come clean to all of them soon, but you were having too much fun.

“Are you sure we should just be rolling up on him like this?” Niall asks Louis as they make their way into yours and Harry’s complex.

“He’s been working himself to the bone, the lad needs some fun. What are you, nervous to see Y/N?” Louis smirks at him.

“Course not.” Niall shrugs. “That was just a one-time thing between friends.”

“So, if she offered to do it again, you wouldn’t?”

“Well, I-“

They both stop short at the door because they could have sworn they heard moaning. They did. What started out as a simple cuddle on the couch while you and Harry watched a little TV turned into having his head between your legs with his tongue fucking in and out of you.

“Fucking, Christ, Harry.” You groan, and it makes him moan into you. You tug on his hair as your back arches.

“Must be watching a movie.” Louis shrugs and knocks on the door. “Oi, oi! It’s us, mate!”

“Harry!” You gasp and yank his head up. “What are they doing here?!”

“I have no idea!” He licks his lips and wipes the rest off with the back of his hand. “Shit, and you were just about to come too.” He pouts.

“It’s fine…just…” You get up and pull your sweatpants up. “Figure out what they want.”

“Where are you going?”

“I have to pee, is that alright?”

“All my hard work, down the toilet, literally.”

“You’re…such an idiot.” You roll your eyes and walk down the hall to the bathroom.

He groans and tucks himself as to not expose the raging hard on that he was just rutting against the couch. The guys knock again, and he sucks his teeth.

“I’m coming, chill out!” Harry opens the door in a huff. “I’ve neighbors, you know?”

“He lives!” Niall says with a chuckle as he and Louis enter the flat.

“I don’t believe I invited either of you in.” Harry says, crossing his arms.

“What are we, vampires?” Louis scoffs. “Where you been, mate? You need to have some fun, so we thought we’d bring it to you.”

“I’ve been…working a lot.” Harry rubs the back of his neck and looks in the direction of the bathroom, then back to the guys.

“We totally get that.” Niall says in defense. “But you have to make time for other things. Gotta have a balance.”

“Hi, guys.” You say shyly as you come back into the living room.

“Y/N! Hey, how are you?” Louis says.

“I’m good. Um, did you all have plans tonight?”

“No, I would have told you.” Harry says to you. He clears his throat and looks back at the guys. “Look, uh, we’re staying in tonight to work on this research paper. We were just taking a break.” He points with his thumb to the TV. “M’sorry you came all the way over here…I did say I was busy tonight, though.”

“What kind of research paper?” Niall asks.

“It’s for our social behavior class.” You say. “Lot of psychology involved, which neither of us really shine in, so we’re working on it together.”

“Y/N, are you feeling alright?” Louis asks and steps closer to you. “Your face is all flushed, love.” He says softly.

“I’m fine, thank you. Um, I’m gonna go back to my room. It was nice seeing you both, I’m sure we’ll be able to get together soon.” You smile and turn back down the hall to your room.

“You don’t think she feels awkward because of me, do you?” Niall whispers.

“I can assure you, mate, she’s not thought twice about your little bathroom adventure.” Harry says, rolling his eyes. “We really are busy, so, uh…if you wouldn’t mind?”

“Alright.” Louis sighs. “Well, make time for us soon, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Harry nods and watches them both leave. He lets out a puff of air, and then races down to your room. “Okay, where…what are you doing?”

You were sitting at your desk with some papers and highlighters out, along with your laptop.

“Um, we actually do have a research paper for social behavior so…”

“Come on, Y/N, you were so close and-“

“The moment has passed, I’m afraid.” You chuckle. “You can work with me in here if you like.”

“You…you seriously don’t wanna get back to it?”

“Maybe in a little bit. I’ve switched gears, Har.”

“I’ll go get my laptop.” He sighs, clearly annoyed. He returns shortly and plops down on your bed. “Gotta say, this isn’t great for my ego.” He grumbles.

“When have I ever given a fuck about your ego?” You smirk at him. “Think I’m the only girl in your life to not drop to the ground and kiss your feet.”

“You know, you don’t have a problem praising me when I’m deep inside your little cunt.”

“I could easily lay there and not make any noise, would you like that?”

“Are you saying it’s all an act?”

“No.” You shrug. “I’m just saying, I can easily look at you and not make noise if I really wanted to, so, shut up, and do some homework.”

“You’re mean.” He mutters.

“Shouldn’t be news to you, baby.” You say as you turn back to your notes. You didn’t see it, but Harry was smiling at you fondly.

He was the one to use more of the terms of endearment. They just rolled off his tongue better. He was still getting used to you using them, and he loved it.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“These last couple of weeks have been really great, right?”

“Yes, Harry.” Your attention wasn’t fully on him.

“When…uh…when do you think we should tell our friends?” This catches your attention, so you turn to face him again. “I feel weird lying.”

“So do I.” You sigh. “I guess soon. I mean, what are we telling them exactly, that we’re fucking?”

“I hope not because it’s more than that, I mean you’re my girlfriend, aren’t you?”

Your eyebrows raise at that.

“I don’t know, am I?”

“Aren’t you?”

“Is this your way of asking?”

“I just figured it was a given.”

“Why would you figure that? A lot of people wait before putting a label on it.”

“Do you think we’re just fucking?”

“No, I’d say we’re dating.”

“But you don’t think you’re my girlfriend?”

“I never said that.” Your lips curve up in a smile. “Being in a relationship implies that both parties wouldn’t be seeing anyone else. Is that what you want?”

“Obviously.” He mumbles.

“So ask me, then.” You get up from your desk and move to straddle him.

“You’re really gonna make me?”

“Mhm.” You wrap your arms around his neck and grin.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

You giggle and nod as you kiss him. He kisses you back, smiling into it at first. His hands drift to your ass and he gives you a squeeze.

“Wow, Harry Styles with a girlfriend, angels must be crying.” You joke and swats at your bum.

“Be nicer to me.” He whines.

“I’m sitting on you, aren’t I?” You peck his lips again.

“It’s not where I’d like you to be sitting.” He mutters.

“And where would you like me to…no, Harry, I really wanna get some homework done.”

He makes an exasperated noise. He used to do the same thing in undergrad, finding anything to distract the two of you from getting your work done, but usually you could bribe him with coffee or a pastry to get him to focus. You had something much better to bribe him with now, though. You bring your lips to the shell of his ear.

“If you’re good and focus, I’ll ride your face for however long you want me to later.”

“Oh, so you’re done bribing me with cannolis then, I see how it is.” He smirks as you get off of him, and back to your desk chair.

“If that’s what you’d prefer to lick into, I’d be happy to buy one.” You wink and get back to your work.

He laughs, and starts doing his own work. You sit in a comfortable silence, the only sound in the room coming from the buzz of the TV down the hall for whatever show you hadn’t been watching. After an hour or so, you need a break. Your laptop screen was starting to bother your eyes.

“You know…” You say to him and he looks up from his own laptop. “If there’s a night you wanna go hang out with them, it’s perfectly fine. You don’t have to spend all your free time with me, Harry.”

“I know, I just happen to like spending all my free time with you.” He smiles. “I’ve always felt that way.”

You smile and close your laptop. He sets his own down and holds his arms out for you. You crawl on top of him and rest your head on his chest as you nuzzle in. He wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head.

“I’m really glad we get to do this like this.” He says and you look up at him. “No more having to be overly careful, you know?”

“Yeah.” You smile. “No awkwardness if we accidentally touch something we shouldn’t.”

“Not at all.”

You inch up his body a bit and press your lips to his. And just like that you were off again. He got you naked so fast you barely had time to blink. He had you sitting on his face, riding his tongue for nearly thirty minutes. You came twice, and your chest was heaving. You definitely understood why some of the girls he used to hook up would whine when he wasn’t available. He was really good at this. He’d say things to you while he was down there, but it was muffled. It made you moan still because of the vibrations going right up inside you.

“Jesus, ugh, Harry.” You throw your head back as you feel another orgasm bubbling up inside.

He squeezes your ass and moans into you. You cry out, gripping at your headboard and his hair as he works you through it. You slowly lift yourself off of him with wobbly legs, and lay on your back, out of breath. You look up at him and see he’s licking his lips and smiling.

“I’ve never been with a guy who liked doing that so much.” You say, voice a little hoarse.

“Love it.” He says as he looks at you. “Nothing better than making someone else feel good.”

You hum your response and slide your hand over his apparent bulge. You dip your hand into his sweatpants and palm him over his boxers. His breath hitches when you give him a little squeeze. You shuffle between his legs and pull his clothes off. He opens his legs wider for you, and bring your lips down to his tip. It was like you were suddenly addicted to each other. You weren’t sure if it was unhealthy or if you were just in a honeymoon phase of a new relationship. When you wrap your lips around him and suck you lose all will to care. You look up at him and see his head thrown back, and his hips buck up into your mouth. You choke on him for a moment, and he apologizes in a husky grunt.

“Do it again.” You say to him.

“Excuse me?” He sits up on his elbows.

“You can…like move yourself in and out of my mouth if you want.”

“Go put your hair up.” You nod and grab an elastic from your desk. You put it up in a messy bun, and he grips you by the back of the head. “Just slap my leg if it’s too much, and I’ll stop, okay?”

“Okay.”

Harry was big, but you were getting better at relaxing and letting your throat open up as much as possible for him. You open up wide for him, letting your tongue fall out, and he pushes you down on him. You close your eyes and breathe through your nose as his hips rock against you. He moves your head along with his thrusts. You gag for a moment, but you’re okay. You grip the blankets on either side of his hips, and he takes off. He was moving you fast, and hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. But you were okay. It didn’t hurt, he was still being gentle in a way.

“Christ, I’m gonna fucking come, I wish you could see yourself, Y/N.” He groans. “No one’s ever been as good as you, fuck, oh fuck, babe, I’m-“ He’s cut off by the moan he just couldn’t hold back anymore.

You look up at him, tears rimming your eyes, and slowly slide your mouth up his shift so you don’t make a mess. His mouth hangs open as he watches you swallow his come. You stick your tongue out after to show him it’s all gone, and he yanks you to him to kiss you.

This was how things were for a while. Even with your body so tired from him just using his tongue on you, you wanted more of him. You wanted all of him, and he wanted all of you.

A week or so later, Harry asked Niall and Louis to come to the coffee shop after their work day. Harry tells his supervisor he’s gonna take his fifteen, and sits down with them.

“Hey, thanks for meeting here.” Harry says as he sits down.

“Course.” Louis says. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything fine. Really great, actually. Um, I haven’t been entirely truthful about why I’ve been so busy lately.”

“No shit, let’s hear it.” Niall says.

“I’m…well, I have a girlfriend.” They both widen their eyes at him. “And it’s Y/N.”

“You’re fucking with us.” Louis says.

“No way you pulled the trigger.” Niall says.

“It’s true! Look.” He takes his phone out and shows them a picture of the two of you. You were laughing while he was kissing your cheek.

“Wow, a cheek kiss.” Louis says. “Big fucking deal.”

“You really don’t believe me?” They both shake their heads no. “How can I-“

You walked in right then, and he smiled. He smiled in a way the boys had never really seen before. You sit down with all of them.

“Hey.” You kiss his cheek. “You tell ‘em?”

“Yeah, but they don’t believe me.”

You turn to them and furrow your eyebrows.

“Why don’t you believe him? Does this help?” You were wearing a scarf, so you move it to the side to show the hickey he had left on your neck.

“He said you were his girlfriend, is that true?” Louis asks. “Like, it’s official?”

“Yup.” You say with a smile. “It happened a few weeks ago.” He puts his hand over yours.

“Well, I think it’s great.” Niall says. “I always thought you two would make a good couple.”

“Thanks.” Harry says and raises your hand to his lips. “I gotta get back to work. I’ll get you some decaf, baby.” He gets up and goes back behind the counter.

“Definitely official, called you baby instead of babe.” Louis smirks.

“He’d call me babydoll and stuff.” You shrug.

“How’s it been going so far? Like, how come you both were staying in so much?” Niall asks and you blush.

“Um…well…we were just sort of busy.” You clear your throat. Harry comes back with your coffee and kisses the top of your head.

“Don’t pester her with questions, yeah?”

“Oi, we weren’t.” Louis says. He looks down at the table as you pull your laptop out. “Seems like you have some work to do, and I had a long day myself, so we’ll head out. But we really are happy for you both.” He stands up and so does Niall.

“Yeah, seriously.” Niall smiles. “Have a good night.”

Harry gets back to work, and you set up shop with your books and laptop. It was nice getting work done for school while Harry was behind the counter. Every once in a while you’d glance at each other, or he’d come over to refill your decaf. The walk home later was cold, but you couldn’t find it in you to care since he had his arm around your shoulders.

You told Rachel over lunch one day, and she was absolutely thrilled. She held back from saying it was about time, but you could tell she wanted to say it. Now that all of your immediate friends knew, things wouldn’t be so awkward at Ashley and Kevin’s housewarming party. Okay, it wasn’t a “house” they had gotten a townhome, but still, it was a big step.

“Ugh, m’all bloated.” You groan as you zip up your black jeans.

“Why don’t you wear leggings?” Harry asks from his room as he finishes up getting dressed.

“Because I wanna look adult.” You pout.

“Just because they’re two years older than us doesn’t mean they’re any more mature.” He smirks as he stands in your doorway. “You look cute.”

“Thanks.” You sigh and grab your coat. “Let me just stock my purse up with some extra tampons, you can never be too careful.”

He nods and goes to wait by the front door. Harry was no stranger to your period. He was actually really cool about it from the second you moved in. Your pads and tampons were out on the sink counter in this cute jar he had gotten you because he wanted you to feel comfortable. You did, however, have a conversation with him recently that you didn’t like having sex on your period, and not because it was gross, you didn’t really care about that. The times you had done it you were too worried about making a mess to enjoy it, so you told him the store was closed for the week, and he respected that.

Once you were ready, he takes your hand and your fingers stay intertwined for the entire cab ride to Ashley and Kevin’s. There would be other friends at the party, of course, but the people that knew would be there and it would be fine. Even though Rachel was tickled pink about the two of you, she was sort of shocked to see how affectionate you both were being in front of everyone. Normally at parties you two would stand close to each other, maybe your shoulder would be pressed to his arm, but that was it. This time around his arm was around your shoulders, and he’s lean down to kiss your temple, or his hand would move to rub your back.

Ashley and Kevin were making their way around the room, mingling and saying hello. Ashley’s jaw just about drops when she sees you peck Harry’s lips while refilling your small plates with appetizers.

“Hold up.” She says as she comes over to you both. “What’s going on here?” She was smiling ear to ear. “You weren’t like this at my wedding. Did something that happen that night?!”

“No…but like a week later something happened.” You say, also smiling. “We’re together now.”

“Oh, that’s amazing!” She hugs you both. “I’m so happy for you. I need to hear this story. Kev! Get over here, you’re not gonna believe this. Harry and Y/N are dating!”

“No shit, good for you guys.”

“So, how’d it happen?” She asks again giddily.

“Um, well…” He looks at you. He couldn’t very well say you had taken photos for your Only Fans. “We were just chatting about something, and I sort of blurted out that I wouldn’t mind being more than friends, and um, she felt the same way. Not much more to it than that.” He shrugs.

“Well, did you kiss at least?” Ashley laughs.

“Yes.” You say, giggling. “We kissed, and then some.” You roll your eyes at yourself. “We barely left our flat for three weeks!” You all laugh. Everyone was a tad tipsy from the drinks Ashley and Kevin provided.

You had similar conversations with friends for most of the night. The only time you left Harry’s side was to use the bathroom. When you come back you see him chatting with Nadine, and you frown. They had hooked up back in the day, on several occasions. It didn’t bother you then, but it’s bothering you now. You take a deep breath, and walk confidentially back over to him. You hook your arm right around his waist, and he smiles down at you.

“Hey, Nadine.” You say.

“Hey, Y/N.”

She didn’t like you much either. You were the girl Harry always had to get to or go see. You were the reason he never spent the whole night, and you were the reason she never got to spend the night at his place. You annoyed her to no end.

“Did Harry give you the good news? We’re dating.” You grin.

“I was, um, just getting to that.” He blushes.

“You don’t say?” There was fake delight laced in her words. “Well, good for you two.”

“Yeah, it’s been great, fantastic really.” You take a sip of your drink. “What about you, seeing anyone special?”

“Not at the moment.” The eye contact between you two was intense, and Harry could feel the tension.

“Right, well, it’s getting late, don’t you think?” He says to you. “Might be good to start drinking some water and then head out.”

You nod at him as he slips away to go get some water.

“So, what made you finally decide to hop on his dick, hm? It’s big, isn’t it?” Nadine smirks at you.

“He told me he liked me, wanted to date me, and fuck me. He really made the first move, not me. It was sweet, actually. And yeah, it is big. How nice of you to remember.” You give her a fake smile and she scoffs.

“You think you’re so special, but you’re not. He’ll get bored with you, Y/N. Why do you think he had so many girls on rotation in school? He doesn’t like fucking the same person over and over.”

“Are you sure about that? Because he tells me all the time that he can’t get enough of me. He’s not douchebag anymore, he’s grown up a lot. I don’t need to defend him or myself to you, but just know you’re dead wrong.” She had said your biggest fear to your face, but as she said it you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted to laugh. He could never be bored of you.

“Here.” He says, handing you a water bottle. “It was nice seeing you Nadie. Y/N, come on, our cab’ll be here soon.”

“Nadie.” You scoff under your breath as he leads you out to say goodbye to your other friends.

“Are you mad that she and I were catching up?” He says to you in the back of the cab.

“No, why would I be?”

“Because you’re sitting there with your arms crossed. Think there’s actual steam coming out of you.” He places a finger on your shoulder. “Ow! Scalding hot.”

You look at him slowly, and you can’t help the chuckle that escapes you.

“Idiot.”

“Come on, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing! I just…I don’t know I suddenly remembered that I don’t like her very much, and she sure as shit doesn’t like me.”

“She doesn’t like you because she knows all she ever was to me was a quick fuck, and you were my best friend. She wanted more, I didn’t, case closed.”

“Well, she needs to get over it. There’s no need for her to be nasty towards me.”

“To be fair, you did sort of come over to us like you were claiming your territory.”

“I was.”

“Y/N.” Harry sighs.

“You’re the only one allowed to be jealous?”

“No.” He runs a hand through his hair. “You just…you know, you have nothing to worry about.”

You look at him wide eyed like a puppy. You nod and rest your head on his shoulder for the rest of the cab ride. Once you’re inside and changed, you both go to his room to sleep. He cuddled you nice and close all night, squeezing out any worry you may have had.

“It’s shit.” He says to you while working in the library.

“It’s not shit.”

“It is, though. I’m shit at lesson plans, and therefore it’s shit.”

“Harry, I actually really like what you’ve put together. It’s different, and you’re clearly using the multiple intelligences theory here, which is good.” Your eyes scan things over. Harry was hoping to be a year eight English teacher.

“It’s just so hard to keep their attention at that age, so I’m just trying to think of different things, you know?”

“I can see that.” You set the paper down. “This is really good. This is a great UbD.”

“The professor showed us different ways to set the courses up, but I like the UbD the best because I feel like I’m able to flesh out my ideas better.”

“I do the same exact thing, see.” You turn your laptop around to show him. “I’d be lost without it.”

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“You’re gonna be a great teacher, Harry, give yourself some credit.”

“I wish we could student teach again. I feel like I was getting the hang of it, and now we don’t get to do it again until after we graduate.” He sighs.

“I know, it’s frustrating. We’ll get there, though.” You reach across the table and take his hand in yours. “Maybe we’ll even end up in the same school district.”

“We could end up at the same school if someone didn’t need to teach at the high school level.”

“You’re the one choosing to work with twelve-year-old!” You scoff. “Disgusting. You’re gonna be talking to them more about B.O. than English.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll take that over some sarcastic too cool for school teens any day.” He smirks.

“Let’s just agree that we both have different strengths for dealing with different age groups of students.” You say.

“Deal.” He looks at you as you turn your laptop back to yourself. “Do you feel like going out for dinner tonight? We could get some curry.”

“I’d like that.” You smile. You watch as he scan over his lesson plan again, a smile creeping onto his face. He was gaga over you, and it felt nice.

After two months, you both decided to tell your families you were dating. Your parents thought you had lied about even being friends with Harry just so they’d be cool about you moving in with him, but you assured them that wasn’t case. Once they calmed down, they were actually really happy for you. They never had any issues with Harry. Harry’s family was overjoyed because they always liked you too. Everything was working out well…until Harry got mad at you.

You had fought plenty of times as friends. It happened when you were around the same person so much, but usually you could smooth it over by watching Dirty Dancing and having some drinks. You weren’t sure why that particular movie always cheered you both up and brought you back together, but it did. This time, however, he wasn’t having it. Even when you set up the living room all nice.

“You’re seriously still giving me the silent treatment?” You ask him as he walks right by the living room and into his bedroom. “Harry, I don’t even know what I did!”

“Exactly!” He finally shouts at you. “You can be so self-absorbed sometimes!”

“Me?! I’m self-absorbed?!”

“Yeah, you!” He huffs. “You really don’t know why I’m upset?”

“Obviously not!”

“Christ! Fine, you wanna know? Come with me.” He grabs your wrist and yanks you into the kitchen. “I worked three doubles in a row, barely have been here to use anything in this kitchen, however, the sink is full of dishes, the dishwasher needs to be run, and the trash is about ready to overflow. If you’re not at school, you’re home doing nothing! It pisses me off to walk through the door and see a mess like this! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you be so messy in all the time I’ve known you, Y/N! And I shouldn’t have to take care of it, I didn’t make the mess!”

“So you just passive aggressively-“

“Don’t even start, I shouldn’t have to ask you to-“

“Don’t start?! Harry, I’m the one that scrubs down the bathroom, I’m the one that does laundry for the both of us, and-“

“Yeah, because you have the time to do it! You don’t have a real fucking job that leaves you feeling exhausted!” Your jaw drops at that. “Don’t look at me like that. What you do requires no real skill or talent. Anyone can take pictures and sell them on the internet, Y/N. You’re too fucking lazy to do anything else.”

“I…I can’t believe what’s coming out of your mouth right now.” You huff as you start to run the water for the sink.

“Oh, so now you’re cleaning up?!”

“Shut up, Harry!” You seethe as you start scrubbing the dishes. You throw a pod into the dishwasher and let it run. “I knew it bothered you that I had an Only Fans, it was only a matter of time before-“

“It doesn’t bother me that you have one, what bothers me is that you act like it’s back breaking labor when it’s not! You get paid thousands of dollars for what? A picture of you sucking on a lollypop? Big fucking deal!”

“Get away from me.” You say as you continue to wash the dishes and put them in the strainer aggressively.

“You’re gonna break the plates if you do it like that.” He grabs a towel to start drying them.

“Stop! Just stop! Go take a shower or something, I don’t wanna be around you right now. All I did was neglect a few dirty dishes, and you’re acting like it’s the end of the fucking world.” You shake your head. “I’m sorry you don’t think I have a real job. Should I make it real? Should I make it more labor intensive? Maybe I’ll start taking my clothes off and doing lives where I fuck myself, would you prefer that?”

He doesn’t say anything because he knows if he does he’ll be wrong. Maybe he was wrong for blowing up at you, and bringing what you do into this, but he was pissed. He felt disrespected. He busts his ass to live comfortably and to afford school, and there you are a photo here, a video there, and two grand later you’re good to go for a few weeks. Personally, he wouldn’t want you exposing yourself like that on the internet, and he knew you’d never do it, you were way too shy. But if it was something you really wanted to do to make more money, what could he say? He had to support you.

“Do what you want, just pick up after yourself.” He says and walks away.

You sigh heavily and clean up the rest of the kitchen. You did feel bad for neglecting things, you felt awful, actually. You hadn’t even realized how much of a mess you had made. It really wasn’t fair to him. He does a lot of other chores around the flat on top of everything else, you had no excuse. And maybe you didn’t ‘work’ everyday, but you understood his point. He said some things that really weren’t okay, but unfortunately that was Harry when he got to that point of overworked and tired. You just usually weren’t the one to get the brunt of it.

Once the kitchen is spotless, and you’ve taken the trash out, you creep down the hall and stand in front of his open door. He was laying in bed, on top of his covers, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey.” You say softly. “I cleaned everything up. I’ll…I’ll try to be better about not letting things pile up, I’m sorry.” He looks at you now.

“S’okay.”

“That being said…don’t yell at me like that again. You…you said some hurtful things, and I didn’t like it.”

“I did.” He nods. “And I feel terrible, I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

“No, I’m sorry.” You shake your head.

“No, I’m sorry.” He sits up. “What you do is a real job, I-“

“I don’t wanna talk about it anymore if that’s alright.” Your bottom lip quivers. “Can I come in?”

“Of course, baby.”

You pad into his room and knee onto his bed. He lays back down so you can lay on top of him. He rubs your back as you nestle into his chest. You give him little kisses and he sighs. You look up at him and pout.

“I don’t like it when you’re upset with me, I never have.”

“That’s because it happens so rarely.” He smooths some hair away from your face. “Usually I’m the one to make you mad.” He smirks.

“Only because you’re such a brat.” You pout again. “But I guess this time around it was me being the brat.”

“I wouldn’t call you a brat, babe. I didn’t even think dirty dishes would bother me that much. I feel like I know how my mum felt coming home from work and getting mad when we didn’t pull the chicken out of the freezer.” He chuckles. “I really am sorry about what I said to you, I won’t talk to you like that again, no matter how angry I am.”

“How about you talk to me before you even reach that level of anger?”

“Deal.” He smiles and you lean in to kiss him. “You set the movie up, let’s go watch.”

“After.” You shake your head and kiss his neck.

He wraps his arms around you tighter as you mouth at his soft skin. He gets goosebumps from your hands running up and down his bare chest. He rolls the both of you over, and presses his lips to yours. His tongue slides along your bottom lip, and you open up for him. His tongue molds to yours, and he moves to bite and suck on your bottom lip. You moan softly as he does so, and he hooks his fingers into your sweatpants. You lift your hips to help him get them off. He brings your underwear with them, and slides his fingers teasingly through your folds. Your hand goes to the back of his neck to keep his lips on yours as he rubs around your slit. One of your hands dips down to slide inside his sweatpants, and you wrap your hand around his length. He grunts, and slips his middle finger inside you. You pump him slowly as he works his finger in and out of you.

“More, Harry.” You grit your teeth, and he does as you say, adding another finger inside you. He curls them up, and pets against your front wall. “Shit.” Your breath hitches, and he moves further down to get his tongue on your clit while he pumps his fingers in and out of you, thus letting go of his hard dick. “I wanna touch you too.” You whine.

His eyes flick up to yours and he smirks. You watch as he kitten licks your clit, not giving a shit about what you just said. He sucks on your clit harshly and you gasp, gripping at his blankets. He goes back to flicking his tongue back and forth on the small bundle while his fingers rub against your g-spot. You start squirming underneath him, but he holds you in place. Your breathing was getting heavier, and you could feel the beginning of your orgasm approaching already.

“H-Harry, oh my god, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, fuck!” All of the air leaves your lungs as you come to your release. He pumps his fingers inside you still, not letting up, prolonging things for you. “Jesus Christ.” You breathe once he pulls away. You watch as he gets his sweatpants off, and sits up against the headboard.

“C’mere.” He says softly.

“Want me on top, baby?”

“Yeah.” He smiles.

You get on top of him, give his cock a few pumps, and then sink down on him. You both sigh with relief, and sit there for a moment. He tugs your shirt off and kisses between your breasts as you move your hips in slow circles on him. His tongue swirls around one of your nipples and then he sucks on it. One of your hands grips his hair, and the other is on his shoulder. His hands move to your hips, and he starts moving you on him. You use your knees to help yourself move up and down as he thrusts up into you.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He moans and you lean down to kiss him. He feels like he could burst now, but he holds back. He expectantly moves you so you’re on your back once again.

“Thought you want me on top?”

“I did…but I don’t wanna come yet.” He pecks your lips and grabs both of your hands, resting them on the pillow on either side of your head. His fingers intertwining with yours. He pulls out almost all the way, and snaps his hips hard back into you.

“Oof!” You gasp and look at him. “Do that again.”

His lips move to your neck as he pounds into you over and over. It wasn’t difficult for him to make you come again, and with the way you were squeezing his hands, and with how you were clenching around his cock, it was a wonder he hung on for how long he did. He comes inside you, painting your walls and filling you up. He kisses your forehead and gives you three quick kisses to your lips before pulling out. He rests his head on your chest, and you play with his damp curls.

“Could we just watch the movie in your bed?” He breathes. “I think that’ll be cozier.”

“Great idea.” You kiss the top of his head. “So…we’re good?”

“Yeah, babe.” He looks up at you. “We’re good.”

After you’ve both cleaned up, you grab your laptop and get comfy in bed with Harry and Dirty Dancing. Like always, once Hungry Eyes starts playing, you both start singing. You giggle and feel even better once it’s over. You stay cuddled to him and he rubs your back soothingly. He tugs your leg up over waist and he sighs.

“Is this more comfortable?” You giggle.

“Mhm.” He hums as his eyes flutter closed. You lean up to kiss his cheek.

“Goodnight, Harry.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

First year of grad school down, only one more to go. It was finally summer, and you could relax for a little bit. With classes over it also meant you could do the spring cleaning you neglected to do. Usually you’d go through your clothes once a season to make room for new things, and to donate what you didn’t wear anymore.

“Who gave you the right to be so fucking sexy?” You hear Harry say from behind you in your doorway. You turn to look at him. You look down at yourself. You were wearing a pair of mesh shorts, a tee shirt that had grease stains on it, and your hair was up in a greasy bun.

“Um…sure you’re talking to me?” You chuckle.

“Mhm, when did you take this one?” He turns his phone around and you blush.

You had done a photoshoot recently when Harry worked a double shift. You wore a hot pink short-sleeve crop top and a pair of black lace panties. A lot of the shots were from above, licking a lollypop, to mimic you sucking a dick.

“Like…last week, I think.” Your face was beat red. “I posted them yesterday.”

“I can see that.”

“Harry…you paid fifty dollars for a photo I could have just easily shown you?”

“Wouldn’t be very fair, would it?”

“You give me free food and coffee from the coffee shop all the time.”

“True. Just think of it as me supporting a small local business, yeah? You really do look gorgeous in this.” You make a funny face at him. “I was just looking at your comments and I saw you posted new stuff, okay?”

“Do you ever leave comments?”

“No.” He mutters. “It be too obvious.” He comes in and sits on your bed. “What are you doing in here, anyways?”

“Going through my clothes to see what I can donate.” You watch him look around your space. “What?”

“Whose bed is comfier, mine or yours?”

“Mine.”

“Whose room is bigger?”

“Yours.” You furrow your brows. “What are you cooking up there?”

“I…well…we’ve been sleeping together almost every night now, and we’ve been together for, like, five months…do you wanna just consolidate?”

“Harry.” You grin and come over to straddle him. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

“You’re an idiot.” He rolls his eyes and you laugh. “Doesn’t it make sense? We could leave this room as a guest room, or sell my bed and put both of our desks in here as like an office.”

“Could I keep using this closet as my own? We both have so much shit.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay!” You nearly squeal as you hug him. “Let’s do it!”

“Really, you’re into it?”

“We share every other space, why not the bedroom?”

After taking a couple of weeks to rearrange things, Harry’s bedroom soon became your shared bedroom. When you could, you took some long weekends with him to travel and go on small trips. You met up with Louis and Niall at the clubs when you could, and it was always fun. You felt bad sometimes because Harry could over do it with the PDA, especially if he was really sloshed, but the guys didn’t seem to mind. They’d usually get up from the booth to go meet people anyways. Not that Harry noticed because he was too busy keeping his tongue in your mouth. Like tonight.

“Mm, Harry!” You pant and push on his chest. “Let me breathe, yeah?”

“Sorry.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Where’d they go?”

“Probably to go find someone to make out with so they wouldn’t feel so left out.”

“I can’t help it, you’re intoxicating, Y/N.” He noses your cheek and goes to your neck to suck on it. You groan and tug on his hair.

You cling to him as he sucks a fresh mark into your neck. He had one hand on the back of your head, and the other was squeezing your hip. He tugs you onto his lap as discretely as he can, and you roll your hips down onto him. You whimper when you feel his bulge.

“M’not fucking you in the bathroom.” You grunt.

“Wasn’t going to ask you to.” He says into your ear. He shifts you onto one of his thighs. “Don’t really need to go in there to get you off, do I?’ You feel him smirk against you.

“Jesus.” You say and rock back and forth on his thigh. “You better fully take care of me when I get home, this is just going to rile me up.”

“Wouldn’t dream of leaving you hanging, babydoll.”

You groan again at the term of endearment, and kiss him. He moves his leg up so there’s a little more pressure for you. You hide your face in his neck to muffle any noise you make, not that anyone could hear you over the blaring music. Harry looks around briefly to make sure no one was watching, and they weren’t. Everyone was in their own little world, thank god. He loved it when you’d get like this for him. He’d start out as the needy one, and then it would become you who was needy for him.

“Harry.” You gasp when you feel yourself just about there. “Shit.” You cry out into his neck as you come undone. He moves his thigh from side to side to really help you ride it out. You move to look at him and he giggles when he sees your smudged make up.

“Poor thing.” He uses his thumbs to wipe under your eyes.

“Does it look bad?”

“Nah, you’re fine.” He pecks your nose. “Wanna go home?”

“Yeah, I wanna get these jeans off.”

“Mm, me too.”

You suck your teeth and roll your eyes as you climb off of him. You find Niall and Louis to say goodbye, and out the door you go. Your leg was bouncing the entire cab ride back. You were excited to see what Harry had in store for you. Needless to say, he didn’t leave you hanging.

Another year of grad school down. It was a year filled with love, a few fights, and a lot of making up. Living together the way you were was still working out great. Both of your families were extremely proud of you on your commencement day. There was just a tough decision you each had to make. You couldn’t find jobs in the same school district at this time, and neither of you wanted to compromise on the year you were teaching.

You each got a couple of job offers in various places. Some closer to each other than others. You couldn’t stop yourself from daydreaming about working at the same place, though. All of the kids would know you and Harry were together, and it was just be the cutest thing ever.

“Hey, look at this. These two schools are only an hour from each other.” He says as you both look over the paperwork for offers. “We could find a flat at a halfway point to live in. We’d still be relatively close to where we are now, so we’d still see our friends. Probably make some new ones.”

“You hate making new friends.” You smirk and use your laptop to look up flats at a halfway point. “I suppose we could make this work…although, I’m really gonna miss this place. It’s like our little love nest.” You pout at him.

“Any place we live will be our love nest, babe, don’t worry.”

“So, now that you have a graduate degree you’re not gonna drop me for someone else?” You joke and he rolls his eyes.

“I should be worried about you doing that. Bet you’ll meet a nice guy at whatever school you’re working at and he’ll try to sweep you off your feet.”

“I don’t quite think so. I’ll probably end up gushing about my boyfriend too much.”

“Shame, if only there was something you could wear so everyone would automatically know you were taken.” He gets up from his seat as you continue to scroll on your laptop.

“Mhm, yeah, if only.”

“Y/N, turn the fuck around, would you?”

You huff and does he says. Your eyes widen when you see him down on one need with a velvet box in his hand.

“Are you serious?” Your eyes start to water.

“Been together nearly two years, known you for nearly seven. You’re my person, Y/N, I don’t wanna be with anyone else.”

“I…I don’t wanna be with anyone else either, Harry.”

“Alright, so…” He opens up the box and you smile at the cutest little ring.

“Once, uh, once I’ve been working a real job for a few years, and we have a wedding paid for, you know if you say yes, we can go to a jewelry store and gets a large diamond, you know, if you want.”

“Oh, Harry…it’s perfect.” You giggle and stick your left hand out.

“You’re really saying yes?!”

“Yes, you idiot, slide it on!”

He beams at you and slides the ring onto your finger. It’s a perfect fit. He stands up and pulls you into his arms. You kiss him over and over. You couldn’t believe it. You start laughing into his chest hysterically.

“What’s so funny, hm?”

“Nothing, it’s just…after we graduated from undergrad…Jenna had asked me to split a flat with her, and I had been mulling it over until you asked me to live with you, and…and if I had said yes to her and not you, I…well…who knows what we’d be right now.”

“Funny how things just work out the way they’re supposed to, huh?”

“Yeah, hilarious.” You throw your arms around his neck to hug him again. Harry was full of surprises, but this had to be the best one yet.

a/n: if you’re able, please consider buying me a coffee, love you all lots, thank you!!

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500 Followers Event!

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A - Admiration (What does he absolutely adore about you?)

B - Butter (How smoothly did he flirt his way into your heart)

C - Cuddles (How does he like to cuddle)

D - Dream (What is one dream of his he wants to fulfill with you)

E - Emotions (How does he express his emotions around you)

F - Family (At what point in the relationship does he introduce you to his family)

G - Gifts (What is the gift he loved most from you)

H - Home (What about him, makes you feel like home)

I - Ink (Would he get a tattoo with you? If yes then what?)

J - Joy (What about you always makes him smile)

K - Kisses (How does he like to kiss you)

L - Love Language (What's his favourite way of showcasing his love for you)

M - Moment (At which moment did he realize you were the one)

N - Night (His favourite late night activity when neither of you can sleep)

O - Oven (What will he cook for you)

P - Pet Names (What's an endearing term he calls you)

Q - Quirk (A quirk of his you just cannot resist)

R - Reassurance (How does he make you forget about your insecurities)

S - Song (What song reminds him of his love for you)

T - Time (How does he spend time with you)

U - Upset (What is he like when you're upset)

V - Voice (How often does he compliment you)

W - Wish (What's one wish he will wish for in a field of dandelions)

X - X-ray (How well can he read you)

Y - Yes (How does he propose)

Z - Zen (How does he calm you)

SMUT

A - Aftercare (His go to method of aftercare)

B - Back (Does he prefer your back be marked with lovebites or his with scratches)

C - Cum (Where does he prefer to cum)

D - Darkest desire (Something he is shy to tell you but wants to try)

E - Evil (How sadistic can he get in the moment)

F - Favourite position (What's his go to position to make you lose your mind)

G - Grind (Will he cum in his pants by just humping you?)

H - Heaven or Hell (random sexcanon)

I - Ignite (How he turns you on)

J - Jack off (Does he jerk off to your images in his mind while you're dating)

K - Kink (One kink he has for sure)

L - Location (Favourite place to do the deed)

M - Motivation (How does he get turned on? Is it easy to turn him on?)

N - Neck (Does he have a sensitive neck or does he want an S/O who does?)

O - On or Off (Aka is he more Dom or Sub)

P - Porn (How likely is he to watch porn to learn from it)

Q - Quickie (Will he be interested in small rounds at different times or just one long lasting one)

R - Risk (How far is he willing to experiment in the bedroom)

S - Speed (how fast or slow is he on average)

T - Tongue (Does he prefer giving or receiving oral sex)

U - Underwear (Is he into lingerie?)

V - Voice (How loud is he as a dom/sub)

W - Weird (A questionable kink or sexual wish of his)

X - X-ray (How often will he take pictures of you in erotic ways)

Y - Yearning (Does he have a high or low sex drive)

Z - Zzzzz (How fast will he fall asleep after)

DAD

*Mention if you want it during the pregnancy, after birth or when your baby is a toddler, except for the obvious ones*

A - Affection (What does he absolutely adore about your baby)

B - Bump (How does he react when your bump starts to show)

C - Cries (How easily does he calm your baby)

D - Duty (How active will he be in his child's life)

E - Excitement (How excited will he be after birth)

F - Fluffy (How easily does he resist his child's puppy eyes)

G - Gifts (How much does he spoil your child, much to your dismay)

H - Height (How does he react when he realizes that your child is growing up)

I - "I love you"

J - Jealousy (Does he get jealous when your baby chooses you)

K - Kicks (His reaction to your baby kicking in your belly)

L - Lullaby (Does he write one or sing one he was sung)

M - Moon (What does he do when your child can't sleep)

N - Nursery (Did he find it difficult to build the nursery)

O - Oreo (A food item which he and his kid love)

P - Pet name (What does he call his little one, which is unique)

Q - Quiz (Does he get annoyed at your child's pestering question about random things)

R - Rose (How will he react when his kid makes something for him)

S - Sweet (A random tooth rotting fluff headcanon about him & your child)

T - Trip (How does he console your child when they fall down/get hurt)

U - Universe (What secret not so secret way does he thank the universe for you both)

V - Vroom Vroom (How often does he take your kid on Dad-Child trips without you)

W - Walk (How does he react when your child walks into his arms suddenly)

X - XOXO (How easily does he show affection to your kid)

Y - Yippee (How does he celebrate your child's birthday)

Z - Zzzzz (How does he put your kid to sleep)

DARK

Warnings:Death, killing, hurting someone, noncon/dubcon, forced relationship? Yandere behavior. This section is applicable only for SF9 and Seo Moon-Jo (Strangers from hell).

A - Adventure (What are some things he likes to do with his darling everyday)

B - Blood & Bone (Would he hurt his darling on purpose if they didn't listen to him?)

C - Crybaby (What will he do when his darling keeps refusing his love)

D - Darkness (What's one thing he wishes his darling never finds out about him)

E - Empty (What will he do when he has nothing left, aka his darling leaves him)

F - Forced Orgasm (How does he react when his darling refuses sex)

G - Grave (How many people will he kill for his darling)

H - Home (Where does he keep his darling)

I - Insanity (What make him this way or was he born like this)

J - Jealousy (How easily does he get jealous when his darling doesn't pay him full attention)

K - Knockdown (How does he treat the people in his darling's life)

L - Love or Lust (What is the first thing he is generally attracted to)

M - Moonlight (What is his innermost self like)

N - Nurture (How does he care for his darling)

O - Ownership (How does he show his ownership of you)

P - Pain (How can his darling severely hurt him)

Q - Queen (How well will he treat his darling after they accept him)

R - Ring (How soon does he propose to his darling)

S - Suspicion (How untrusting of his darling is he?)

T - Teddy bear (How affectionate is he with his darling)

U - Utopia (How much effort does he put in to make his darling happy)

V - Violence (How does he vent out his anger when his darling does something they shouldn't have)

W - Whisper (Does he prefer his darling to be soft or loud)

X - Xylophone (What is something that reminds him of his darling)

Y - Youth (What was his life like before he met his darling)

Z - Zeal (For how long does he genuinely try to make his darling like him before forcing them to)

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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I have like... at least five different time-travel dynamics for Ahsoka and Jango depending on the AU and they’re all varying degrees of ridiculous. Like. Okay. Sometimes I reuse the dynamic in multiple fics, but overall:

Auntie ‘Soka and Little Leia (and Rex): She’s mentally older and physically younger than him. She is the best friend of his future clone, who hates him, and Jango’s trying to get on said clone’s good side, so he’s being nice. Also she cried on him the day they met so the entire dynamic kicked off poorly. They’re vaguely friends but she at no point genuinely believes he’s interested in her for reasons unrelated to Rex.

Parole Officer Fulcrum Steals Three Million Babies: She’s a mysterious stranger who ripped out a mind control thing from his head, but also she’s a bit of an asshole. She is at least competent and trying to save his literal army of children. Neither of them necessarily likes the other, but there’s a significant amount of respect.

Crack Ship Ahoy: Jango/Ahsoka: She genuinely seems to hate him but is resigned to working together and they somehow end up in a relationship. Angry aces.

Obi-Wan Declares Himself Dad-Shaped: He sees her as the slightly feral younger child of the Jedi he’s somehow let join the Haat Mando’ade.

Anakin and the Jedi Babies (chrono): THE MOST ANNOYING CHILD ON THE PLANET. He’s thirteen years older than her, but she bullies him. There are flying tackle hugs. He ends up married to her aunt(?) and there are still shrieking sneak attacks even once Ahsoka is almost an adult again. He’s her favorite Mandalorian and he has no idea why.

Fett and Fulcrum: Have you ever wanted an angry and unhinged Jedi woman to slam you into a wall while your future son trails along after her, and then after several weeks of sniping and rising tensions you fall into bed with hate sex and then resign yourselves to having a talk about Feelings the next morning where you have to decide if you still hate each other or if you’re moving past that and actually gaining affection for each other? Because that’s what you’re getting.

Commander Buir (chrono): Jango finds out he has clones from the future. Neither of them likes him very much. Both are in love with Jedi, but only the younger one has acted on it. She seems... nice enough?

The King, the Soldier, and the Spy: They enter a working partnership for Reasons, and then they fall in love but not in bed because Reasons that have to do with weird power plays. Also they seduce Quinlan together (it’s not very hard).

#Jango Fett #Ahsoka Tano #Jangosoka #time travel #Phoenix Talks

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