#that's saying a lot because everyone else did an absolutely amazing job

[wishywashysmoshy]

I can't believe we got to see Damien get assassinated on camera what a time to be alive

#smosh #damien haas #saige ryan #this was the best part of the whole video #that's saying a lot because everyone else did an absolutely amazing job #but Saige's entrance is by far superior to everything else #Damien's reaction is PRICELESS #combine that with her out of nowhere going UWU omg this video is perfect #video

[starkwlkr]

the sound of my voice will haunt you | mark webber

part 1 part 2

Grace sat in a chair watching you and Mark talk. She was so bored that she started to imagine herself as you. She found a head set and slipped them over her ears. While she played pretend, you were facing reality talking with Mark.

“Does she know about me?” Mark asked.

“She only knows your name. I never talked to her about you. Why would I? You threw it all away so easily, Mark. You broke my heart.” You snapped at him. You had to calm yourself since your daughter was just a few feet away.

“I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness and the amount of times I say I’m sorry isn’t going to fix it.”

“If this is you telling me you want to be in Grace’s life, you have no right.”

Mark knew that. It absolutely broke him that he had a daughter and he couldn’t be with her, but he had fucked it all up. He looked over at the young girl and saw how she played with the head set. She was a miniature version of you.

“I know and I won’t ask for forgiveness of any kind, not from you or Grace. You’ve done an amazing job raising her.” He continued. “Maybe one day you could tell her about me? If not, i understand.”

“As if you told anyone about me in your book. Mark, I did everything for you. I got in trouble for driving you to races, my parents almost took away my keys! I worked day and night in a shitty restaurant, I almost missed my own graduation because of you! A little note would’ve been nice, but it’s as if I never existed in your world. It hurt me.” You held back tears. Suddenly you’re a teenager again hearing all the loud yelling coming from your parents for driving Mark to his races.

“I didn’t think you wanted me to mention you at all. . . ” He said quietly.

“You’re my past now, I would love to stay away from the past. So when you do attend any of the upcoming races and Grace is here, don’t talk to her. It would be better if she didn’t know about you. Please.” You stated.

My own daughter won’t know about me

Mark understood. It would be better after all.

“Okay.” Was all he managed to say. He nodded and lanced one last time at Grace. “Goodbye.”

Before he could leave, Grace looked at him. She wondered why he looked sad. “Why are you sad? Is your favorite team not winning?” She asked Mark.

“Grace. . . It’s time to go.” You hoped Mark wouldn’t start a conversation, but he did. Of course he was making it harder for you.

“Actually, I used to drive for the team that’s winning and I was okay for a number two driver.” Mark crouched down to talk to Grace.

“Did you win lots of races?” She asked.

Mark let out a chuckle. “I won nine races.”

Grace gasped. “My dad won nine races too!”

At that moment, you wished you were anywhere else. Why couldn’t Mark just leave? Why did Grace have to be nice to everyone and be so curious? And why did you tell Grace that her dad was a driver?

“Your dad? He drives?” Mark questioned.

Grace nodded. “Well I think he doesn’t anymore. Mom said my dad was a driver and that he won nine races, but that’s all I know. I had to make a school project about my family and I asked mom about my dad. Do you know my dad?”

Before Mark could reply, you stepped in. “Sweetheart, it’s time for him to leave. Come on, we’ll get ice cream on the way back.”

“Bye!” Grace waved to the unknown man as you grabbed her hand and walked away from Mark.

He felt a little okay knowing his daughter knew something about him. Maybe one day you would change your mind and let Grace know the truth.

MIAMI 2024

Mark wouldn’t see you or Grace until the Miami Grand Prix. He honestly didn’t feel like even going, but Oscar insisted. At least he wasn’t going to be alone, Jenson was also going, but the British man would be conducting interviews. He kept busy looking at his phone until found him in the Mclaren hospitality. He wasn’t sure why you were even looking for him in the first place.

“Can you look after Grace? My friend couldn’t make it and she was the only person I trust to look after her. I wouldn’t ask if I had another option.” You sighed.

“Yeah, I’ll take care of her.” Mark nodded, putting his phone away. “Where is she?”

“She’s with Oscar in his driver’s room. Just please don’t mention the obvious.” You demanded.

“I won’t, but can I ask one thing?” He stared at your eyes that he still loved after many years. “Why did you tell Grace that her dad won nine races and that he was a driver? You could’ve lied.”

You didn’t want to lie to your daughter, you just couldn’t so you told her part of the truth. Technically, you didn’t think she would even meet Mark ever.

“I can’t lie to her. She knows when I’m lying anyways.” You said.

“What’s her favorite color?” Mark suddenly asked. “I want to know at least some stuff about her so I can talk to her. What if she gets bored halfway through the race?”

You hesitated even telling Mark, but you did anyway. “Her favorite color changes everyday, but today it’s purple. She loved coloring with chalk, she wants to have a puppy and name it Goose like the character from Top Gun, her favorite book series is Junie B. Jones and she tells everyone that she’s tall for her age.” You listed several things.

Mark smiled as he listened to you. “Top Gun? We watched Top Gun on our first date, you know?”

“You’re so annoying.”

You and Mark walk back to the Mclaren garage, which obviously made several people confused. Were you back together? No, you couldn’t be . . . right? By the time the race was close to starting, photos of you and Mark were everywhere. Even Sebastian had texted Jenson wondering about you and Mark.

Grace was sitting next to Mark when the race began. She occasionally glanced at him then grabbed his paddock pass and read his name.

“You’re here with Oscar?” She asked.

Mark nodded. “I’m his manager.”

“So you’re like his dad when his dad is not here?”

“That’s one way to put it.” He chuckled. “Your mum told me you like want a puppy.”

Grace’s eye lit up with joy. “Yes! The puppy is going to be named Goose and they’re going to sleep in my bed.”

Mark hardly payed attention to the race. He kept asking questions in hopes that he could learn more about her. Once in a while, you would look back only to see Mark and Grace laughing.

“One time, my mom almost lost her necklace because she was dancing too hard to her favorite song. It fell and we looked everywhere for it but we couldn’t see it because it was a small letter. But I found it!” Grace said which made Mark question if it was the same necklace that he had given you years ago.

“What letter was it?”

“I think it was M?”

The ‘M’ necklace was a gift from Mark on your first anniversary. It was old, but you couldn’t bring yourself to get rid of it. If anyone asked what the M stood for, you lied saying it was your middle name or for someone in your family.

“Does your mum always wear it?” Mark asked.

“Not anymore. But I think it’s pretty.” Grace replied. “Your name starts with M!”

All Mark did was nod.

The race had finished and soon you were back to your daughter. She had told you how Mark has dogs and invited her to meet them.

“Grace, can you go sit over there for a little while? I need to talk to Mark.” You pointed to the seat that she was sitting during the race. She obeyed and now it was just you and Mark. “Thank you. I really hope she wasn’t too much to handle.”

Mark shook his head. “She’s very talkative when it comes to her favorite things. She’s a great kid.” He debated whether to tell you about the necklace story that Grace had told him. Finally, he decided he would keep that to himself.

“I wanted you to hear this from me instead of the media. I’m leaving the team after this season.” You said only loud enough for him to hear.

“But you’ll be back, right? I mean the team is doing well, Lando just won his first ever race, obviously it could’ve been better for Oscar, but you are the heart and soul of this team.” Mark could see a frown forming on your face.

“I love this team, but it’s time for me to be a mom. Grace needs me, Mark. I already told Zak and it’s final. They’ll announce my departure soon. Thanks again for looking after Grace, this is the last time you’ll see her.”

He was glad that he could at least spend some time with Grace. She was a joy to be around. Their time together was something Mark would cherish forever.

For the rest of the 2024 season, Mark stopped calling you the Mclaren team principal and, instead, used your name. He praised you, gave you the credit you deserved and defended you any time. Mark had even made a statement about the person who had leaked the information about you and him when he talked with Fernando. It was rumored that a photographer had leaked it. He knew nothing was going to change, but he needed to correct his wrongs. It all started with an instagram post about you.

INSTAGRAM

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aussiegrit everyone i meet will have to know you, to understand me. anyone that truly knows me, knows your name.

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[the-modern-typewriter]

First off I LOVE your writing! It’s amazing and I love reading them for hours!! 🫶🏻 Can we get some more hero x villain duos? Maybe they both get kidnapped and the villain is overprotective to their hero?

"You need to stop provoking them to protect me."

The villain raised a delicate eyebrow, even as they wiped the blood from their mouth. "Is that what I'm doing?"

The hero shot them an agitated look. "Yes."

None of the hallmark uncertainty on that front, then. The hero did tend to be so devastatingly fragile, an unending well of anxiety and conflicts, right up until the disarming moments when they were absolutely not. The villain had to smile, causing their cracked lip to well more blood.

"So cut it out," the hero added. "I'm pretty sure I'm the one who's supposed to be doing dumb heroics."

"Oh, please." The villain slumped as close to the hero's cell as they could. "You couldn't stand being covered in drying blood. You're so fastidious. It's a lot sexier on me."

The hero scowled at them, even as they edged to be as close as they could possibly be too. "Please."

"Aw. If this is all it took to get you to beg, I would have done it ages ago."

"They might really hurt you!"

"Mm. But, you see, if they really hurt you, I'd have to cave and give them everything they want immediately because I lack moral principles. And then where would both we and the world at large be!"

The hero opened their mouth. They closed it.

The villain shot them a chiding glance, tender as a bruise. Please.

The hero swallowed, closing their eyes briefly. "I don't like seeing you hurt."

"But you're strong enough to bear it, love."

"And you're not?" It came out barely above a whisper.

"I'm strong enough to get punched in the face." The villain shrugged, closing their eyes. "Also, I get to say all the fun insults. Really, I have the easy job here."

"Your ribs are broken. I'm pretty sure your ribs are broken."

"They just lost their temper. They don't actually want me dead."

"They don't want me dead either!" The hero grimaced. "At least not yet."

"And we're back to me looking sexier than you covered in blood."

"I'd prefer it wasn't your own."

"Noted."

"That wasn't a-" The hero huffed. Their shoulders sagged. They strained to reach a little closer, but they both knew there wasn't enough given in the chains for them to actually reach each other. Still. "I think I'd kill them. For you. For what they're doing to you."

The hero said it quietly, almost absent-mindedly, like it didn't matter.

The villain glanced over sharply.

There was that certainty again. Absolute. Terrifying. Magnificent.

That wasn't really an 'I think'. That was a 'I will'.

The hero shrugged, twisting their perfectly clean fingers in their lap; a useless effort to busy themselves when all they wanted was to touch, to cup the villain's face in their palms, to clean away the blood and the pain and the marks of someone else's unkind hands.

To an outsider, to a stranger, they would look so lost, so helpless.

"It is a little sexy," the hero said, with the same idle air of musing, after some time of silence. "You're kind of annoying like that."

And the villain - despite everything, because of everything - barked into a delighted laugh.

God help everyone the second they were free.

#hero x villain #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #heroes #villains #protective villain #creative writing #writing #enemies to lovers

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

HI! IVE BEEN READING THROUGH YOUR BOLG RECENTLY AND ITS MADE MY DAY!! I was wondering if I could request the DormLeaders with an Mc who asks them to turn the light off during Seggs because they are insecure?

-Galsscup Anon🥃

Hello! I'm so glad you like my blog! I only did a handful of the dorm leaders because I only write for characters that are 18+. Nonetheless, I do hope you enjoy your request!

Warnings: Vil being petty, gn reader, talks of insecurity, body worship, praise.

Request: Yes.

Words: 607.

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Leona Kingscholar

He literally stares at you for a minute with an unreadable emotion on his face. He looked a bit amused, in fact. 

"Herbivore, you do know I can see you clearly even with the lights off, right?" 

Leona is one to tease you about it lightly, especially since he can easily see in the dark being a beastman. Though he won't fight you against turning off the lights. He's too lazy too.  

And, if it makes you more secure he'll let you too. As your boyfriend, it's his job to make you feel comfortable. At least, most of the time it is. 

He mixes in slight praise with degradation when you have sex, as well as some slight body worship. 

He's going to try to change your mind about being insecure about your body, by showing you every single area he loves. I hope you're in for a long night. 

Vil Schoenheit

What?

He stares at you, almost with a gaze that makes you uncomfortable before just shaking his head no. Absolutely not. Vil has high standards. 

And because Vil has high standards he's not going to sit around letting you be insecure about yourself. This man cares for looks more than personality I feel. He flat out says he wouldn't be with you if he thought your body was ugly. 

Now your about to fuck in front of a mirror. 

Vil painstakingly shows you over the course of hours whole fucking you how good your body is and just why you should hold pride in your looks. After all, you are the most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes on. 

And he will make you feel just that. He'll stop at nothing to absolutely vanquish any bad thought you have about yourself. Because you are perfect. And you aren't allowed to think otherwise. 

Idia Shroud

He's also insecure. He was probably going to ask you first anyways lmao. You're both insecure and awkward. 

Very awkward sex. That's pretty much it. All you both really do is test each other's bodies. 

Of course, once you get into it he's probably going to fuck like a rabbit. He's whimpery too, and he hides his face in your neck in embarrassment too. 

I imagine his hair is a reddish color too from how flustered he is during this whole ordeal, though in the end he is a bit more confident and he hopes you're also a bit more confident. 

Afterwards there's a lot of cuddling, and mumbles between the two of you. In the end, he is happy you both had sex. 

Malleus Draconia

He's flabbergasted. This man is shocked beyond comparison. His brain is literally buffering as you said this. Throws him into auto drive. 

You're.. Insecure? About what? Your beautiful body? 

He's immediately praising you, and while he does turn off the lights, unlike Leona he doesn't say that he can see you- even though he can. Very clearly actually. 

This man has stamina beyond everyone else. He also worships you and your body like you're a queen. Because to him, that's exactly what you are. 

He fucks you dumb and makes you call yourself pretty, and beautiful, and amazing, and then praises you for that too. He wants you to feel special. So special. Because you are special. 

He does this all night until you're whiny under him. 

#gn reader #x reader #twisted wonderland #twist smut #malleus draconia #idia shroud #vil schoenheit #leona kingscholar

[hrwinter]

Question: if you were one of the Supergirl writers and had been tasked with explaining how or why Lena didn’t know Kara was Supergirl (given how generally obvious it would be when Lena— the world’s smartest woman— has interacted with both Kara and SG) would you have written something fundamentally different than what the show decided to go with?

i couldn’t sleep this morning, suddenly remembered this ask, and decided i desperately needed to answer it.

so my absolute favorite explanation for this was in "The Love of Forgetting" by KL Morgan. i know it would've been extremely difficult to execute on film, but i would've really liked if the explanation had been that kara used cloaking tech or the "image inducer" and that it slightly changed her face. i thought this was SO smart in the fanfic, and one of the few explanations i could actually buy; that lena doesn't recognize kara because they LITERALLY don't look the same. just both blonde, fit, and beautiful, but not the same faces. it would've been amazing if they'd just used her stunt double, but then you wouldn't have your star actress in the dramatic scenes, so. i get it.

the only other explanation i liked was for superman. i'd think i'd seen a post on here about it, but it was the idea that no one THOUGHT superman had an alter ego. no one imagined that he would pretend to be human in his downtime and hold down a job and have friends. no one was looking for superman in the real world, so no one saw the similarities between he and clark kent. that might get us to lena not recognizing kara, but my god... the evidence was abundant and insurmountable on the show which leads us to fanfic's most popular explanation...

denial. i think this one treads water a bit because we know lena's had a highly traumatic, dysfunctional upbringing. they even show us that her one other friend CANONICALLY GIVEN, andrea, lied to her and betrayed her. she just doesn't want to see it. we also see her, quite regularly, show a form of disappointment with this highly idealized concept of supergirl. she moved to national city for her. does quite a lot to get her attention and impress her. and then still believes that supergirl doesn't trust her, that she can't move past her last name. "never meet your heroes." i think maybe denial might stop her from thinking her only friend in national city and second in her life (maybe third if you cound sam) would be SO duplicitous for four years, even if lena did see all the signs (the most egregious of which to me was Supergirl SAYING HER NAME WAS KARA!) it's just extremely difficult for me to believe that a smart woman like cat grant would figure it out but not lena, so it really leaves the only explanation is emotional for lena, which sort of tracks (but not really.)

we know the show dragged it out for years because it was the most important (and only) emotional element to the show, which to me is a critique of how little they managed to build for kara than anything reasonable about lena being unable to see it. lena "finding out" was always going to be a seasonal arc, but they kept pushing it off while failing to make us care about anything else in the plot. then it's this massive amount of time that's passed but a genius hasn't guessed, but EVERYONE ON THE SHOW INCLUDING CHILDREN, have guessed kara is supergirl. it was never going to make sense. what i would've fundamentally done differently is known how to write a la ali adler in season 1 and given us real conflict, stakes, character development, etc. for kara that didn't weight her conflict with lena SO heavily that it had to be drawn out until the show was literally ending.

#hr's askhole #supercorp #that said i did enjoy the 100th episode #but what a joke that it took 100 episodes for kara to acknowledge what a lying ass the writers made her for that whole time #and melissa and katie acted the shit out of the reveal #it just made NO SENSE to wait that long #i love fics too that have lena be like 'yeah i knew already' #because she would

[buckgasms]

How did daddy Bucky x princess meet?🥰🥺

I think this is my Magnum Opus 🤭 it's mega long so forgive me but I just have a lot of feelings when it comes to Daddy Bucky and Princess 🩷

I'd love to hear your thoughts, feedback and obviously do keep sending me asks and ideas because I could write for these two for the rest of my life

Also a huge thanks to @mandijo17 and @clara-geekhime specifically, but to all of you who love them 🌷

- So I think it's a sure thing that when they met you, (Princess) were working at a really boring, horrible office job.

- You took the job at Peirce Enterprises because it was a chance to be creative and use your artistic skills, but as time went on it was becoming more strict, the workloads were humungous and all your colleagues were just plain mean.

- Most of the time you could hide at your little cubicle and get on with your work without being bothered, but sometimes mean guys would come around and steal your little plushies, move your stuff and leer at you.

- When you had to go to meetings the boss would shout, making you nervous as hell, so when you were called upon, you would stutter and struggle to speak.

- That just made everything so much worse.

✨

- One afternoon it was really bad. Mr Peirce had a big business meeting with Bucky Barnes.

- Everyone knew who he was.

- He owned almost all the real estate in Brooklyn, had fancy hotels, nightclubs, restaurants and god knows what else in his portfolio.

- He was also absolutely gorgeous, not that you were looking....

- So anyway, it was a big fucking deal and your work, some of your absolute best, was on display.

- "This is trash!" Pierce yelled and threw the paperwork at you knocking over your tea in the process.

- "What's your excuse?" He continued as your work soaked up the brown liquid and your eyes began to sting.

- "I...I...um, I thought..."

- He mocks your struggle and scoffs. "Get the hell out of my office...."

- Jumping out of your seat you run to the door, tears streaming down your face as you flee to your desk.

✨

- Not long after your colleagues drop by, saying it's all your fault they have to stay late and do more work. "Cost us our fucking bonus you dumbass" one of them says.

- Under the desk you squeeze at your little plushie, before dashing off to the supply cupboard.

- A few moments later there is a knock at the door. Before you can say anything it opens, and to your total shock, there is Bucky Barnes.

- He smiles, a kind smile but it's like he's holding his tongue.

- "This is a nice supply cupboard..." He comes in a bit further and hands you a handkerchief. "I fucking love stationery, nothing like a new notepad, or a y'know when you get a really good pen? And don't get me started on laminators... fuck those things are cool..."

- Before you can stop yourself you start giggling, hiccuping as he looks back at you and smiles more openly than before.

- He walks you back to your desk, admiring your cubicle, pointing out the pretty drawings and giving your little teddy a squeeze before placing it carefully on your desk.

- "Listen, I really loved your work. I thought it was excellent. If you want a change of scenery, let me know and I'd be happy to find a place for you in my organisation."

- He hands you a business card before giving you a wink and leaving. He shoots glares of death to all your co workers who are staring totally bemused at what they've just witnessed.

✨

- About a month later you are sitting at your desk and a parcel is dropped off by the moody receptionist.

- You sit confused for a moment before your curiosity peaks and you tear into the parcel.

- It's full of the most amazing things. A new iPad, apple pen stylus, notepads, pens, a fluffy pencil case and a little bunny teddy. It's an explosion of pink and you can't help tap your feet in excitement at this mystery parcel.

- Then your phone rings.

- It's Bucky's number.

- You know that because you have put his business card on your desk and memorised the number and each letter of his name until you know it by heart.

- "Hello?" You say quietly and look around, making sure no one can hear.

- "Did you get my parcel?" His rumbly voice tickles your ear, and you imagine him whispering just behind you. Your feet keep bouncing.

- "It's from you? Why?"

- "Well I thought maybe it might convince you to up sticks and work somewhere you are appreciated?"

- You smile and play with the ears of the bunny, "and what made you think I'd like this particular sort of thing?"

- "Just a hunch Princess..."

- Well that was nice. You struggle to breath a little but manage to pull it together for a sort of half laugh.

- "There is a condition though. You can only keep that stuff if you come for an interview. Otherwise I'm going to need it back..."

- Just then your boss storms through the office, eyes on you. You quickly say goodbye before he unleashes a tirade on your team. You manage to hide your parcel as he rants and raves, feeling oddly soothed by the soft bunny ear running between your fingers.

✨

- You knock on the door of Bucky's office later that day. You have the box in your arms and your backpack weighing on your shoulders.

- He let's you in with a smile which drops when he sees the box in your arms.

- "Don't tell me you're bringing that back?" He says incredulously as you softly smile and place it on his desk.

- The office is light and spacious, expensive furniture everywhere, a plush couch and of course a statement desk that you imagine he looks quite imposing sitting behind.

- "I was offered a better job today. I just don't feel right taking your gifts when it makes sense to stay there right? I'm sure once I'm in control of things, it will get better?"

- You seem to be asking him, rather than telling him and despite his downcast face, he doesn't press it.

- He flicks the lid open and peruses the contents, before clicking his tongue and raising an eyebrow.

- "Hmm I thought there was a bunny in here?"

- You face flushes and you even feel yourself pout. "I didn't think... I mean it's..."

- He grins, boyish delight on his face as he holds out his hand.

- "C'mon, it belongs here, not in that place."

- You control the urge to stamp your foot and have a total temper tantrum, which is totally not how you would ever behave in front of anyone. There's even a little scowl on your face as you hand it over and and takes it in his arms.

- You feel jealous of both of them before staying a firmer goodbye and leave, but not before his chuckles reach your ears and make you smile.

✨

- Monday morning you make your way into your new office. It's pretty bare but you gasp when you see the bunny sitting on the desk, a little note wishing you "Good luck x" in it's arms.

- You kiss its head and beam as you start unpacking, feeling lighter than air.

- Maybe you couldn't work for Bucky anyway. It wouldn't be good to have a crush on your boss?

- You finish sorting everything out and get to work, making sure Bucky's card is back on your desktop.

- Then an email dings up and you are called to a meeting. 2 hours!! It should be illegal. You give your bunny a squeeze before heading off.

✨

- You were feeling exhausted from the meeting when you came back to your office. Everyone in the area was quiet for a change. No snarky comments, no cruel joke.

- But you soon realised why.

- Opening the door of your office you found it trashed. Paper everywhere, screen scratched, books ripped and nasty words carved in the wood of your desk.

- Worst of all, the head of your bunny left sadisticly on your chair.

- It was too much. All the pain and awfulness you had taken on in the last year was too much.

- You had never done anything to them and they just continuously bullied you and made your life miserable.

- Looking around the room you felt utter dispair until you saw Bucky's card, ripped in half.

- Grabbing your bag you walked out of the room and didn't stop until you reached the lift. They shouted something at you but you didn't care. You couldn't take on any more of their hate.

- You walked through the city in a blur. Tears streamed down your face but you just kept walking and walking until you were there. You'd walked all the way to Bucky's building.

- The security desk looked quite disturbed to see you so emotional but you asked for Bucky and they pointed towards the lifts and made your way up.

- In that moment you wondered what the hell you were doing? Why were you in the lift?? Heading closer to his office looking like an absolute lunatic??

- Before you could stop them the doors slid open and there he was waiting. Without saying a word he pulled you out of the lift and into his arms.

- The dam broke fully and you sobbed into his chest. You managed to wail something about the bunny, your office, how mean they were...

- He managed to walk you into his office and sat on the comfy sofa and held you tight until you finally took a shaky breath and stopped crying.

- "Why are people so mean?" You whisper as he wipes the last few tears from your cheek before taking your hand in his.

- "I'm so sorry sweetie. You don't deserve that..."

- You feel so exhausted that when he takes you back in his arms and gently strokes your hair you just release a deep breath and slip into sleep.

✨

- A little while later you wake up, a soft blanket over you and you mumble a quiet 'hello?' as you sit up.

- "Hey, are you feeling ok? I got us some dinner I was worried you hadn't eaten all day..."

- You feel mortified but he shushes your apologies and puts a plate down in front of you.

- "Be a good girl and eat" he says smiling and you can't help but tuck in as your hunger (and praise kink) kicks in.

- You both sit comfortably, talking about various things, avoiding the reason for your arrival, keeping it light.

- Still, you find yourself unable to be sad around him. He makes you feel so safe and happy. It's addictive.

- He drops you home a few hours later, walking you right to the door, his hand resting on your arm, keeping you close.

- "So maybe I can come in for an interview in the end?" You say, feeling awkward but ultimately worried about what you are going to do now you can't go back to your actual job.

- He chuckles and takes your hand in his. "Do me a favour, don't worry about it. Will you let me figure something out for you?"

- He pulls you in a little closer and looks down at you, a cocky grin on his face.

- "Umm well, I worry about a lot of things Bucky... How can I not?"

- He rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to your forehead.

- "Because Princess, you can trust me..."

- Speechless, you nod before planting a rushed kiss to his chin/cheek before speeding into your apartment.

✨

- Then next few days are filled with texts, flowers, phonecalls and gifts from Bucky.

- You can't help the huge grin that spreads across your face when something from him appears, or his name lights up your phone screen.

- "Hi Bucky" you say one morning as he calls first thing. You roll over in bed and squeeze the huge bunny he sent you the day before.

- "Good mornin', tell me what you're doing today?" He says with slight growl as you snuggle down deeper under the covers and giggle.

- "Umm I don't know, maybe you should tell me?" You tease, biting your lip and listen to his deep chuckle.

- "Well first off, you are coming here for that interview, and then I'm taking you out to dinner to celebrate you're new job..."

- You giggle again and huff at his silliness. "Bucky that's cheating! I would feel bad if I didn't deserve it..."

- He tuts at the other end of the line and tells you, if you aren't there at midday you were going to have your first disciplinary.

- You were intrigued by that but you figured you better get moving.

✨

- You showed up on time, dressed in a pretty dress, your portfolio of artwork in your arms and a smile on your face.

- Bucky's secretary greeted you with a big smile and even hugged you when you arrived.

- "Hi I'm Wanda, I feel like I know you already! Go straight in, he's waiting for you!"

- You smiled, feeling flustered as she ushered you into the room where he is indeed waiting for you, his crisp shirt and checkered pants looking divine, his hair slicked back into a bun. It almost makes you drop your folders but you manage to hold on and plop them onto the desk before taking a seat across from him.

- The 'interview' goes well. He asks for your work history, where did you study and what you want to achieve.

- It was silly really. But you actually enjoyed it. You did have a big brain in your pretty head and it was nice to talk positively about yourself and not fear mocking, snarky comments.

- After an hour he smiled and stood up, reaching for your hand so you mirroed him and he shook your hand.

- "Welcome aboard darlin' now let's go celebrate."

✨

- Hours later you were back in Bucky's office, a little tipsy and full of delicious food.

- He had taken you to one of his restaurants, one of the fanciest in town and both of you had gotten a little drunk on champagne and each other.

- You had insisted that a part of your interview had not been completed, so you headed back to the office, giggling all the way up in the lift.

- Back in his office you 'ah-hahd' as your portfolio sat on the desk untouched. "You haven't seen my work properly Bucky."

- He looks at you a lot more hungrily than he ever has before as you beckon him over and push him into his seat before placing yourself on his lap and opening your book.

- "See now look at this one" you say as his hands drift over your thighs and rub small circles into your skin. He hums as you turn the page and show him another, this time his lips press to your bare shoulder. "Very pretty" he murmers as you turn again.

- Suddenly his hands glide up your body and you drop the book, turning in his lap and crashing your lips to his waiting ones.

- He wastes no time lifting you up onto the desk and gripping your face before dragging you into a crazed kiss.

- You are moaning in moments as you help him push off his suit jacket and watch hungrily as he pulls the shirt over his head, revealing his tanned, toned chest.

- He leans in and captures your lips again as your hands drift over his body and his hands push your dress upwards and pulling your underwear down, stopping for a moment and breaking the kiss.

- "You gonna let me see you Princess? Let me take care of you?"

- Wrapping your arms around his neck you bite at his lip and nod, doe eyes staring up at him.

- "Please... Please Bucky..."

- He pushes you down slowly and removes your underwear with a firm rip making you gasp and moan as his hot breath fans over your folds.

- "Fucking.... So pretty baby, knew you would be" he growls before diving in, licking and sucking at your soaked folds, one hand pushing your thighs wider as the other toyed with your entrance, eliciting a loan moan of pleasure when he sank his finger in and curled it towards him.

- He teased you and drove you closer to the edge until he pulled back, dragging you upwards and planting a kiss to your lips as he presses his thick cock to your pussy.

- "You taste so sweet princess but I wanna feel you... You want that babygirl?" You can only nod and reach between you, guiding him to you.

- "Please... Da... Bucky need you..." You stutter and he can't help but pause, a sly grin on his face.

- "What did you say baby? Were you thinking about someone else?" He's smiling like the devil because either the truth will be delightful or the lie will be ridiculous.

- You shake your head and grab for his face, pressing kisses to his lips.

- "No, no, didn't mean, da- um Bucky please, please just.... Fuck, fuck me please da- shit Bucky please??"

- He fully laughs at that before resting his forehead against yours, slipping his hands under your thighs and lifting you, until he's seated and you are straddling him, his thick perfect cock just pressed against your soaked heat.

- "Princess, you aren't a very good liar" he says and rubs his nails along your sensitive skin. "Just say it baby... Say what you wanna say to me when I'm fucking that pretty little pussy...."

- He lines himself up as you whimper, chewing your lip before you lean in and whisper it, so quiet as if someone else in the world might hear it.

- "Daddy.... Please?"

#daddy!bucky #princess!reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut

[lynnieos]

Best Commissioned song from each character except I don't know anything about instruments and am bad at describing things.

Ichika (Hoshi wo Tsunagu): eh it's good. I don't really like any of her songs and this one is the best out of all of them. (I'm sorry bbg). Runner up is Made To Order

Saki (Tera Tera): What do you want me to say. Tera Tera is Tera Tera bro. Okay no lol it's a really good song and extremely catchy, the guitar is very fun and ichika saki and miku and a wonderful trio. Aioi is the runner up

Shiho (Peaky Peaky): I want 🎸🎸 to be 🎸🎸 legit-

What do you expect. The guitars. The basically trio of KAITO shiho and ichika. SHIHO. it's so catchy and funky and fun, which isn't normally something Leo/Need gets to be in their songs (which is fine I just wish they got more spunky stuff). Kaito is really well tuned and the guitar goes so fucking hard along with shiho and ichikas vocals. runner up is purpose

Honami (Flyway): literally gorgeous. Like. What else do I say. It's so different from Leoni's usual songs and it's better for it? Like the violins and whatever string instrument they're using is beautiful while still having some guitar or bass in there (I think) is just a wonderful mix of instruments and I wish they got to branch out more like that. Don't even get me started on the vocals HONAMI IS KILLING IT HERE. ichika's voice when the key changes is fucking amazing and everything about this song makes me want to scream. Ily honami. Runner up is Regulus

Airi (Momoiro no kagi): Holy fuck the everything about this song is just. Phenomenal. Everyone's vocals are on point, the instruments used are soft while still carrying, just like Airi's voice, like it was made for her (because. Well. It was.) This song is a lot different from her other songs and while I love (most of) them, this one is special to me because it's just so unlike her other ones and allows us to see a different side of her voice, one that's more melancholy. I'm going to stop here omg airi I love you sm. Runner up is Parasol Cider

Shizuku (Metamo RE:BORN): this song is so fucking stimmy and bouncy I ADORE it. The little click clacks in the background, the percussion doing absolute wonders, the vocals being so bouncy and matching the instrumentals perfectly, the buildup in the bridge (?) Is fucking amazing omg. Bopping so hard to this song it's so fun. Runner up is Hug

Haruka (Ai No Material): THE BEGINNING. THE SPARKLY SOUNDS. THE FUCKING VOCALS. everything about this song is so beautiful. I love everything about this song (except MEIKO'S tuning but. That's a whole other issue.) The chorus is so happy but in that calm, almost reserved way that reminds me of Haruka. It feels like floating on a teardrop. The guitar solo is good and so are all the parts after it omg. The soft quiet moment before the song picks up again for the end makes me want to bop my head i cant this song makes me so happy. THE ENDING ALSO. OH MY GOD. I CAN'T. I LOVE THIS SONG SM. runner up is float planner

Minori (World Wide Wander): this song is so fucking good. Why did y'all never tell me. This used to be in the bottom now it's one of my favorites. This song is so non-minori but it's literally perfect for her at the same time? The guitars, the overall... Vibe it gives off, you wouldn't expect a song like this from MMJ but they pull it off flawlessly. The guitars were an unorthodox choice but once again are actually really good. Also airi in this song omfg she sounds so good I can't- just. It's so catchy and fun I love it. Runner up is Teamate

An (Overthrow): I am so sorry An. This song is good. Rin's tuning is good and the chorus is great. The part where akito and an go off is good. I think this song does a good job of displaying everyone's unrest and upset after learning about such earth-shattering news. But it's nothing amazing to me. Runner up is Awake Now

Toya (Utsuro wo Aogu): everything about this song is so great. GOD. like. Holy shit Toya. The instrumentals are super good and do a fuck ton for the song, but the vocals are definitely a highlight in particular. Everyone sounds amazing and the girls acting as almost backup singers while still having their time to shine in the song is really charming to me. Of course the part where everyone says a part of their partner's name makes me want to rip at the walls/pos. But the part right after that makes me want to get up and scream omg. Everyone is on their A-game in this song and that makes this songs so fucking amazing omg. "Runner up" is blender

Okay so this was written pre-blender and now my opinions have changed blender is the best Toya comm but I don't feel like writing another analysis so it's the runner up

Kohane (Hitsuji ga ippiki): EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SONG IS PERFECT. the vocals the tuning the instrumentals the everything. Everyone is pulling their weight and akina and jiena went OFF in the recording studio. The buildup is so fucking good you don't understand. And Akina's like. Rolling of her Rs at the end killed me dead/pos. Kohane got to shine in a way she NEVER does in other songs and really got an opportunity to show how she can fit so so well into grungier songs and also MEIKO'S tuning is good for once so we all knew this song was gonna be a banger. Runner up is Beat Eater

Akito (Cinema): This song singlehandedly made me love Akito. And it's the first song to make me cry. I LOVE Cinema. The song to me isn't catchy or anything that scratches my brain but it's so fucking good that I love it a lot anyway. The lyrics speak to me a lot because of my experiences with not feeling like enough, wanting to give up but pushing through anyway because maybe, maybe one day I'll be able to be someone with something. But the lyrics progressively get more hopeful throughout the song, and I get more hopeful along with them. I don't have to wait around for the day to come when I can make that day today or smth. Idk man that song fucks me up. Like. A lot. Runner ups are Moonlight AND CRaZY

Kanade (Tricologe): I don't have much to say about this song. It's funky and fun and literally Kanade's only good comm (I'm sorry samsa). The vocals are good and I like Miku's tuning in this song. Um. Kanade's vocals are really good. NILFRUITS being commissioned for Kanade of all people is really surprising but done really well. Idk man this song really is good I just don't have anything much to say about it. Runner up is Kanadetomosusora

Ena (Nomad): all of ena's songs are around the same level of good but nomad beats out the others because of just how much of an improvement the full version is. I Nandesu is good either way and so is Infinitely Gray, but Nomad's full version is so much of a glow up in comparison to the game version that I can't help but appreciate it more. That and mizuki and Ena murder this song with their phenomenal vocals so this one takes the cake. The instrumentals are as per usual good and the like. Idk what it is but the little high pitched noise that plays is so so good. I love it. Runner up is I Nandesu

Mizuki (Kitty): you know what this song shouldn't be my favorite. It's just. So. Fucking. Catchy. It was the song I listened to the most over the summer. I was playing it non-stop and it somehow became my favorite that way. The guitars in particular goes so fucking hard in this song for no gaddamn reason and Ena's "1, 2, 3, 4" followed by the mizumafu part was a fatal combination. This song was nothing to me at the beginning because I was low-key tired of electric guitar but this song is so absurdly good it kinda trumps that. How did this happen. Runner up is IDSMILE

Mafuyu (Bug): Everything in this song is perfect and it was my favorite song in the entire game for so long. You don't understand. The instrumentals the hard intense beats and the fast pace. It's addicting. The small little noises and vocals that they added are so so good. But what really majes this song is mafuyu. This song has the best vocals in the entire game and Mafuyu is the reason why. The buildup then the sudden key change with Mafuyu fucking belting like she never has before. I stim so fucking hard to this song. Niigo has literally never sounded better than in this song and no other Nightcord song has been able to top this one since. Runner up is Jackpot Sad Girl

Rui (Showtime Ruler): this song is really good I like it. The lyrics are super sweet the instrumentals are so fun and spunky and so very Rui. Everything about this song is Rui. The instrumental the lyrics the fucking 3DMV. The little robot sounds in the bg (listen with headphones to hear it better.) Tsukasa and Rui's solos nearing the end of the song are so fucking good. This song is the embodiment of fun and quirkyness and Rui in general it makes me sick I love this song. The guitars are also really fun. Runner up is Donketsu

Nene (Glory Steady Go!): NENE!!!! THE GIRL!!!! Now THIS is how you make a song featuring mainly a duet between the VS and the Character of the song (im sorry leoni ilysm just not your songs). Nene is so perfect in this song, she sounds so free and happy in a way she doesn't normally mainly because she gets so many solo lines WHICH IS A GOOD THING!! ITS HER SONG IT'S ABOUT HER!!! The others do a perfect job of enhancing nene's vocals while still having a spot to shine without taking the focus away from Nene. The line distribution in this song is masterful and that's one of the main reasons why I love it so damn much. The instrumentals are fun as fuck and encapsulate Nene really well for me, still being chaotic and fun (because it's wondersho) but still keeping that slight subdued-ness that Nene has. It feels like Nene letting loose and just. Letting herself be a bit less... Reserved? She sounds like she's having a good time I mean. Luka is tuned really well here and adds a lot to the song, which is a trend in Luka comms. The small chants and tiny little noises of laughter and screams and talking is just so great man. The moment before the final chorus where Nene is like "you guys are a headache but doing shows with everyone is super fun!" While slightly crying I fucking hate wandasho I need to run them over oh my fucking god they love each other so much. That's it. That's what this song makes me feel. The song doesn't just feel like Nene cutting herself loose it feels like her letting herself get caught up in the rest of wandasho's antics. She's letting herself be influenced by the rest of wandasho and by a result the song is more chaotic than what you'd expect from Nene. Because Nene would have never gotten to this point without her friends. Without wandasho. I'm gonna fucking cry omg Nene is literally the best character in this game omg. Runner up is Hoshizora no Melody

Emu (Kira pipi Kira pika): this song is perfect. It's perfection. It's literally one of the best songs in the entire game. Words cannot describe how much I love this song. The instrumentals are amazing, but they also don't go as hard in favor of letting the voices shine instead. And the fucking voices. Emu sounds really cute here, matching the songs tempo to near perfection, but honestly I have to give this song to the entire group as a whole (which makes a lot of thematic sense considering how integral her friends are to her as a person and by extent her story). The small little exchanges and rapid-switching from one singer to another does a perfect job of keeping the energy high and fanciful, and when the song does slow down, it feels just the right amount of somber (especially since this song is so happy otherwise) while picking back up in a natural and very impactful way. It mirrors the relationship in wondersho; whenever Emu is feeling down and needs some reassurance, the others are always there to pick her back up and help her get going again. this song feels like it's telling you a story; the story of Wonderlands x Showtime, the story of Emu learning to move on and go to her next adventure with her friends omfg I love Emu so fucking much I would kill for her. Runner up is Niccori ^^ Survey Theme

And last, but definitely not least...

Tsukasa (Mr. Showtime): Okay. Okay okay okay. This. Fucking. Song. I literally cannot type because I keep getting swept up in the fucking PERFECTION that is Mr. Showtime. This song is the best song in the entire game. And I do NOT say this lightly. The instrumentals. The vocals. Luka. FUCKING TSUKASA TENMA. Oh my fuckinf god. Everyone and everything in this damn song is fucking PERFECT, this is Wonderlands x Showtime pushed to their fucking limits with how fucking hard they can go with a song. This feels like something straight out of a fucking musical and I mean that in the highest of praises. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, is on their fucking A-game here. Tsukasa of course steals the show with his PHENOMENAL vocals, but Rui Nene and Emu are not taking a backseat in this song. Holy shit it is the opposite. They carry this song on their fucking backs (along with tsukasa) because if they weren't there the song would be SO much worse. Like so much. God this song is so smooth and seamless and mesmerizing, it's too easy to get swept up in the song and dance along with it. It makes you want to get up and dance. Actually no I'm nowhere near done this song makes me want to CRY OMFG. I'm abt to go into specifics about EVERYTHING be Warned.

Okay so the instrumentals are perfect. Literally perfect. The saxophone (I think) is THE MAIN REASON WHY THIS SONG IS PERFECT. i have no idea what kinda percussion that is in the background but it does a perfect job of keeping you following along with the beat so I never go off track. The piano is SO GOOD. I know it's most major appearance is in the beginning but you can hear it if you listen closely, right before the chorus, kinda like a lead-in to it? It makes me sick. Hitoshizuku x yamaP put crack cocaine into these instrumentals. And no I'm not done btw. I have no fucking idea what it is but the like. Percussion. In the part where tsukasa is holding the balloons (In the 2dmv) is great. And I love that part. The instrumentals atp have only stopped like once so the sudden lack of saxophone and other stuff makes this moment more impactful and makes it HURT I LOVE THIS SONG. Another thing I'd like to mention is that they have never gone so fucking hard on the instrumentals before. There are a BUNCH of subtle changes, such as putting more or less emphasis on an instrument and stuff like that. How do I say this the song feels like it follows along with the vocalists and adjusts things depending on the current mood of the characters. Dare I say. Like a musical

Idek what to call it but the SFX are also amazing. The tape reel in the part after the first chorus and the clapping before the Intermission part always gets me really excited. I'm also including the little small noises that the others make and classifying them as sound effects. Emu and Tsukasa's little cheer in the part right before the second chorus is so good I rewind it over and over again I hate them they make me sick.

And now the vocals. I am going to be going on an incoherent rant now. Tsukasa is obviously the lead but he's also the leader of this song, so yes he gets the most impactful parts but it also feels like he directs when the rest of the cast respond (0:19-0:23 is a good example of what I mean), like he calls and they call back to him i guess? words are hard. Anyway the vocals are so well coordinated and perfect. Every character gets to have their own moment and the way the song switches from vocalist to vocalist (a perfect example is 2:37-2:44 if you're confused) keeps the song from ever feeling stagnant which then means I always get distracted by it cause it keeps you engaged the entire time.

I'm not good at interpreting lyrics but the lyrics hurt me/ pos. Read them and you'll understand. The double meanings hurt meeee- tsukasa loves his friends so much he loves being an actor so much he wants to keep going he wants to hold on he wants to remember he is so full of determination and love and that is a potent combination. I love you tsukasa tenma. Can you tell I like tsukasa tenma. Fuckkkkkkkk. Runner up is 88* and Filament Fever

Okay that's it! You can definitely tell where my biases kicked in and it's very obvious I know nothing about instruments but otherwise I think this is okay. Thank you for reading and if you have any input to add please do I would love to hear it

#project sekai #prsk #tsukasa tenma #emu otori #nene kusanagi #rui kamishiro #mafuyu asahina #mizuki akiyama #ena shinonome #kanade yoisaki #ichika hoshino #shiho hinomori #honami mochizuki #saki tenma #airi momoi #shizuku hinomori #haruka kiritani #minori hanasato #akito shinonome #an shiraishi #kohane azusawa #toya aoyagi #im sorry leoni

[giddlygoat]

whatever. i keep thinking about dt17 LP and drake.

launchpad has been all over the world and made tons of friends and connections, but can’t seem to connect with anyone on a more meaningful level. i think it’s safe to say watching darkwing duck was his only constant in the time he spent traveling and he looked up to the character as a guiding light amongst all the uncertainty. iirc he was kicked out at a young age by his parents [in the classic shows at least] and honestly at this point that is cemented as part of his character for me. the majority of my LP hcs are total speculation bc we don’t have much to go off of but. i think the people who mattered to him most probably told him to get his head out of the clouds or get out of the house and the next thing he knows he’s up in them for good. isolation is launchpad’s nightmare.

drake’s autistic ass got bullied big time as a kid and darkwing imprinted on him heavily because he identified with the character and latched onto the idea that he would stand up against injustice and prevail because that’s the only option he has. he couldn’t even consider staying down after being beaten so many times, it just doesn’t register as a possibility for him. he would just get back up. he doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who had much support at all growing up, but he still chooses kindness. you can’t separate drake from his natural inclination towards compassion. and yet ….. ! he absolutely FEEDS off attention. he’s starving for it. he just needs someone to notice him and look at him and listen to him or he will wither. he needs love and validation and respect or he becomes a shell. been there, buddy

do you think when he got the role as DW in the movie he even thought of it as a job at all. i think drake didn’t have to act. i think drake knows the character so well and embodies all he stands for to such an extreme that playing darkwing was like breathing. it’s not hard for me to imagine that drake had moments where the line between him and the character faded, and he would stand at the top of some high tower in the lonely shoes of his hero and look down at all the broken teeth and singed feathers waiting for him and it would not be this profound or unfamiliar thing. i think drake recognizes himself better in the mask.

or you know, maybe he’s a totally normal well adjusted person with no self image issues whatsoever, but somehow i doubt it.

launchpad, meanwhile. hewboy. what if your worth is inseparable from the services you provide for others? what if you give everything you have every chance you get and never ask for anything back? what if the pain and the loneliness that follows the headfirst run into the emotional divide feels more like home than any one place ever did. what if every night you watched a cartoon about a flawed and flamboyant hero who protects a whole city and never takes his mask off for anyone - except maybe a very close friend - because this silly and attractive man can provide the ultimate service on an extreme scale and still be deeply flawed and still be loved.

i think LP naturally needs to follow someone. he’s not a leader, and he doesn’t want to be one. he takes charge when he’s needed, he’s dependable and kind, he cares so much it hurts. but i think following a lead makes him feel secure. he needs to see everyone else rise into their best selves and become self sufficient and content in their lives, but he doesn’t know how to do any of that without someone to build up in turn. launchpad needs validation, especially from the ones he admires, but he’s so programmed to give that he doesn’t know how to ask for anything. i’m guessing half the time he doesn’t even know that he needs help.

launchpad has put himself apart from everyone else, not on a pedestal, but down in the well that never runs dry. he’s forgotten that being happy to help isn’t the same as never needing it.

when him and drake met i think something amazing happened. i think there were a lot of emotions but the strongest had to be relief. drake let launchpad praise and encourage him and launchpad had someone to support and take care of, with the same hyperfixation, no less. two people who had made themselves unreachable suddenly couldn’t separate from each other, and they both know what it’s like to need to look out for everyone else. i think letting their guard down with each other came naturally and vulnerability put itself on the table. they’re both experiencing an easy and strong connection for the first time and it’s beautiful!

i hope these characterizations aren’t too far off, but i wouldn’t be surprised if it seems askew. it’s very difficult for me to keep my thoughts in order but i hope it’s coherent enough. this post is long enough already so i’m going to end it before i talk myself out of sharing it lawl

#darkwing duck #ducktales #dt17 #launchpad mcquack #drake mallard #drakepad #i write everything with drakepad in mind so i think it counts even though i didn’t elaborate much on their relationship here #man. a little voice in my heads says this is ridiculous and delusional chicken scratch. that’s unfortunate #long post

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being a Hunter and Mentor

to Gon and Killua

*it's was the most generic hxh gif I could find 😅

Hunter x Hunter characters (probably a large variety of them) x gn! Reader

Warnings: light Swearing, Hisoka

A/N: I'm currently on a HxH fixation because I've binged the entire series 😃 I wanted to try my hand at some headcannons because I have zero self control ✌🏻 back to the regularly scheduled programming Thursday!

Honestly YN, I'm not sure which job is scarier

Being a Hunter or dealing with everyone else who is also a Hunter 😐

Because like, it's a lot

Like I'm exhausted just watching the anime I can only imagine how you feel

Let's just say you passed the Hunter exam on your first try 💅🏼

Honestly ✨️MATERIAL GWORL✨️

You've been a pro hunter for about 5 years now

Love that for you

It's a lucrative business and you absolutely love your job

You meet all sorts of interesting people and get to do some amazing things

One of those interesting people just happens to be Ging Freecss 🙃

At first, he seems like a nice guy and I'm sure he is

But then he ruins it 😐

"YN when my son comes looking for you, I want you to make his life miserable. Teach him but make him miserable"- Ging

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 pardon

First off all, this man's has a son ✋🏻

Not only that but he wants you to make his child's life miserable?

"Wow dad of the year much?"- you say

"Never claimed that YN, just please do this for me. I owe you one"- Ging says before he disappears just like he did from Gon's life

OH BURNNN 🔥

I'm so sorry Gon 😭

You can't tell me he wouldn't be all "ITS OK MY DAD IS THE COOLEST :D"

NE WAYS you continue on your life's path until you "accidently" bump into a less than friendly white haired boy

"Watch out!"- he yells

"Excuse me?"- You 😃 🔪

"Killua apologize! We are so sorry!"- a black haired boy says looking at you

Boy does he look familiar 🙃

"Quite the temper you got on you there kid. No worries, it would take more than a child to knock me over"- you

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME??"- Killua, giving Bakugo level anger issues 💥

"I mean we are children technically. I'm Gon by the way"- Gon says extending his hand

Finally the prophecy has come full circle 🔵

"Ahh yes, Ging's son. Nice to meet you, I'm YN"- you say

Gon 👉🏻😐😳🤩 you know my dad!

"I do! In fact, you're dad told me that when I meet you, I'm suppose to make your life miserable" you add

Gon 👉🏻😃 whet-

"But since your dad is kind of a jerk, how about this? I'll show you a few things and send you on your way"- you say

Gon 👉🏻🤩 yes please!

Killua 👉🏻😐🙄 whatever

*intermission*

Dear YN it's me, the person writing this headcannon set, just making sure you are ok because like do you know what you are getting yourself into??

Well I guess we all have to learn the hard way sometimes 🤷

*intermission over*

You begin your journey with Killua and Gon

Surprisingly, everything is going smoothly

🎶 don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious 🎶- me singing to myself before I ruin your life 😅

You see, at first, everything WAS fine

You meet Kurapika and Leorio

"Wow Gon, that's awesome that YN is training you!"- Leorio says

"Yeah and that you're getting closer to meeting your dad finally"- Kurapika adds

You were training the boys in their specialized Nen abilities

Helping them to strengthen them as well as teaching them more about the world of hunting

You were walking down the streets if YorkNew City when you sensed a strange presence 🤨

"Dont be alarmed but someone's watching us. Just walk normally and don't look suspicious"- you say as you walk with Gon and Killua down the street, turning into a side alley

"Alright show yourself"- you say, gearing up for a battle

"Oh no it looks like I've been spotted"- a creepy clown looking man says emerging from the shadows

You 👉🏻😳🤨

"Who are you? Sorry buddy I don't think the circus is in town right now"- you

Oh good one YN 😜

The creepy clown man just laughs

"That's Hisoka YN, he's a hunter too"- Gon says

"Oh I've heard of you before"- you say, squinting your eyes at Hisoka

"All good things I hope" he says smiling at you

"Honestly no but I judge people on my own interactions not the opinions of others"- you add

"How noble of you YN"- Hisoka says 🤡 🔪

Hisoka totally knows who you are and let's just say he's weary

See I forgot to mention that you are not only a skilled hunter but in incredible Nen user as well

A specialist 💅🏼

Your ability is known around the Hunter world and you are one tough cookie

Your training for Gon and Killua is much like how you learned to train

"So... we just run..."- Killua questions

"Run yes but also while producing aura. Now go!"- You shout

"But YN, aren't we going to run out of energy quickly"- Gon asks

"Sure you will"- you shrug and set your things down

Killua 👉🏻🤨 so what's the point?

"The point is you do what I say"- you add

Please Killua is ready to fight you YN 😭

However you aren't as tough on the boys as Ging had wanted

You never were one to do as others asked YN 🙄

So you not only taught the boys but you nurtured them as well

Kindness goes a long way, even in the world of Hunters 🥰

Unfortunately for you, kindness doesn't extend to most of the underground of YorkNew City

Namely a certain group 👀

Or shall is say Troupe...

Look at me rhyming 😏

That's right because it's just Gon and Killua's luck that they would walk right into the Troupe's hands

Honestly 🤦 have you taught them nothing YN?

"Well I guess I should probably go and rescue them?"- You think as you head in the direction of the Troupe's hideout

You didn't PLAN for this to happen but you can't say you're disappointed

What fun training am I right??? 👍🏻

Thankfully the whole gangs here when you enter the Troupe's hideout

"Alright give me my students back"- you say as everyone watches you waltz in like you own the place

The troupe 👉🏻😐😲

Chrollo 👉🏻 😏 interesting

Gon and Killua 👉🏻😬😬

"How- how did you find this place?"- Phinks asks

"Oh its really not that hard, I put trackers on Gon and Killua so I don't lose them. I'm always losing things"- you say shrugging

Same YN, BIG SAME

"Want me to torture them?"- Feitan asks

Chrollo puts his hand up before you interject

"Don't bother, I'm only here to get these two"- you say walking up to them, studying the nen thread binding them

"Well this is unfortunate. I'm going to need someone to remove this nen thread"- you say

"You can try-" Machi says before she watches her Nen thread fall to the floor

Gone and Killua just stand there 🧍‍♂️ 👁👄👁

"Impressive YN"- Chrollo finally says

"A Nen ability like that is superior"- Illumi adds emerging out from the shadows

"Chrollo Luciler and Illumi Zoldyck, how nice to see you again"- you say standing up and peering at the two men

"YN it's always a pleasure"- Chrollo adds as Illumi nodds

"Well I'd love to stay and catch up but we need to get these two kiddos to bed"- you say pushing Killua and Gon to the door

"It's like 2pm YN!"- Killua growls

"Do you want to get killed? No? Then shut it!"- You whisper yell at the boys

"I'd love to fight you YN"- Hisoka says emerging from behind a large crate

Well would you look at the time ⌚️

"I'd love too BUT unfortunately I have plans so let's do a rain check"- you say, practically hauling Killua and Gon under your arms and out the door

I AM SPEED 💨

"Why don't we go after them boss?"- Franklin questions

"Now is not the time. Not with YN there"- Chrollo says smiling as you quickly leave the warehouse

"Seriously can you two please not"- you say as you finally make it back to your hotel

"YN you were awesome! Can you teach me more about your Nen??"- Gon says 🤩

Please the golden retriever energy ✋🏻

Killua just huffs 😤

You smile, knowing these boys are both going to be amazing Hunters 🥰

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[maddipoof]

This is the steddie fic i've been promising for months but always forgetting to write and I know my thing is Steddie midnight thoughts, but i don't want to stay up that late or schedule it because I'm lazy and whatever it's midnight somewhere probably (i lied, i did stay up that late)

Anyway, I love Steddie people, Steddie people love me, we all love Steddie

Steve Harrington knows how to sew. Eddie can mend things, he can fix a button, he can sew a patch, but he's not good at it. It's very messy, very visible, he doesn't care he just needs it to get the job done.

Steve cares a lot. He needs it to look good but more importantly he needs it to look right. If he's going to do something, he's doing it right. He makes sure the thread matches the fabric, he always makes sure to wear his glasses so that he can keep his stitches very straight and tiny (Eddie loves it cus he looks like "a hot Rick Moranis" often accompanied by "Honey, you could shrink my kids." "What the fuck does that even mean?!" And he does not know).

It's not like he's really making anything, he doesn't have projects lined up. He keeps his grandma's sewing machine up in the attic, and gets it down if he ever needs it. All the fabric he has is either scraps or he just reuses things that were beyond repair or just didn't fit anymore. He likes fixing things more than he likes making them. His grandma taught him how, how to make things fit right, take seams in, let them out. He's a master of hems, jeans, skirts, dresses, you name it. It's at the point that Max doesn't even go straight home from shopping, she'll go to his and Eddie's house first so he can hem all her jeans.

You know who went prom dress shopping together? I promise you it was Steve, Joyce, Will, Max, and El who went prom shopping together (maybe nancy too) But I will tell you they found nothing! These are 3 of the most wonderful kids on the planet, there is no way in hell that he or Joyce are letting them look anything less than absolutely perfect. So of course they go to the fabric store instead and they find the most perfect patterns and "Ooh, I like the skirt on that one, but I really like the top of this one" AND THEY MAKE THEM LIKE THE SCRAPPY LITTLE GREAT DEPression children they are.

Now I know what you're thinking, where is the Steddie, I see no Steddie, patience patience (my wifi literally died and there is no service at my house, the universe will forever be against the steddie midnight thoughts).

So, Eddie really wants to go to a renaissance faire. It's been long enough since everyone thought he was a satanic killer, and no one really recognized him unless they were saying hi, so he invites begs Steve to go with him. But this is like as soon as he hears about it, so like a few months in advance.

"What am I supposed to wear?"

"Whatever you want. You could do like this if you wanted."

"But aren't you supposed to get into costume and stuff?"

"Yeah, I mean, if that's your thing."

"Are you saying it's not my thing?"

"You want to dress like an elf?"

"Do you want me to dress like an elf?"

"Yes." So they go to the costume store and Steve is APPALED, revolted. He feels that weird polyester crushed velvet situation and he thought he was going to be sick (i was gagging just writing about it) So he says fuck this and they go to the fabric store and he tells Eddie to pick out whatever he wants and pick whatever fabric out for him too.

Then he patterns their outfits himself (because I said so) and they are perfect, Eddie loves them, he is over the moon and under the sea and into outer space about these things. But what he loves more is being able to say "Thanks, my boyfriend made it." And of course like with so many creators, all Steve can see are the mistakes, the seam connecting the gusset to Eddie's sleeve not lining up at a perfect angle, the one loose thread he's afraid to pull on his cuff. It's a mess, but everyone else is blinded by how amazing they are. Eddie's dark brown cotton shirt, with an old braided leather belt that he definitely did not steal from Wayne, and a green cloak. And Steve's deep red linen one, using the same method of pattern, just with broader shoulders and fuller sleeves since the fabric was wider.

His blush is almost close to matching his shirt from all the compliments, and also Eddie showing him off is a very new and very different feeling than he's used to. He likes holding hands and letting Eddie pull him around to different stands and games, even if he almost tripped on his cape more than a few times. "Can we get a sword?"

"What? No, why would we need a sword?"

"I'm not saying we need it, but it could be good to have."

"Why would a sword--" Eddie pushed one into his hand and he had to admit, he liked the weight of it and he was immediately fascinated by the idea of being able to swing it around in their back yard.

"And look!" Eddie picked something up off the table next to them under the tent. "They have frogs!"

"What?"

"Like a holster. Look," Eddie put the belt around his waist then put the sword into its sheath with a suggestive raise of his eyebrow that Steve rolled his eyes at. Then he pushed him towards the long mirror hanging on one of the posts. Eddie stood behind him and spoke over his shoulder, "Can we get it?"

"As you wish."

#heeheehee #i cant help myself #steddie fluff #steddie headcanon #steddie #steddie hcs #eddie x steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #steve harrington hc #steddie fanfiction #steve x eddie #steddie prompt #i tell you #they love ren faires

[harrysballerinahouse]

Take me.

LHH

smutty, friends to lovers beachy Jamaican goodness

T/w: lots of unprotected sex and not much else

Harry Styles. Arguably one of the most talked about pop stars you had ever worked with and you were ok with that.

You had worked with him more than any of your other clients in the last six months. Harry appreciated your work as a writer and producer and even appreciated the smaller things you did for him like teaching him to re-string his guitar and set up a studio so he wouldn’t get feedback through his mics.

It was these little things that Harry appreciated you for that made you appreciate him, not only as an artist but as a human being. His self titled album was the first major project you had worked on so it was a learning curve for the both of you, which also meant a lot of late nights in the studio together sometimes working through the night if inspiration struck at a late hour.

The first few months working with Harry and his team were a little intimidating and to be honest his status alone intimidated you, considering you were in your early twenties with just enthusiasm and an eye for something interesting. Harry himself had stumbled across some low key demos you had produced just a year prior to starting to work with him and wanted you to lead his first solo album. So you did.

After the first few late nights and opening up to one another you and Harry had gotten quite close some things still weren’t spoken about like relationships and whether or not you were both single, it always felt like you were both holding back from one another a little. You would text on and off and Harry was quite fond of the filters on Snapchat which lead to some late nights at your home working on songs for Harry while he spent his evenings seeing if the filters would work on your dog Mish, to his absolute joy, they did.

Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore turning to Harry in your chair one weekend that you were at the studio together “tell me Harold…” you say interlocking your fingers across your torso leaning back in your chair a little, “what gives?” You ask causing him to turn and glance at your stance before turning back to the computer.

“What do you mean softy?” He asks smirking at his nickname for you, he often called you this on the account that you were a bit of a sook when it came to your job even just the slightest bit of raw emotion in a song and you were rendered to tears. He knew this thanks to Sign of the Times. You glare at him after the use of your nickname shaking your head “we spend most of our time either in the studio or at my place working, I’m just about certain that if you had a girlfriend she wouldn’t be super keen on you spending every waking moment with me and not her, so what gives?”

He turns in his chair to face you “ok smarty pants, those are some pretty bold assumptions” he smirks before continuing “but your right, it’s just me and it’s honestly a little lonely, when I’m with you it’s comfortable we can go hours without saying anything to one another and I don’t feel awkward or lonely” you couldn’t help but smile at him “H, that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard”.

He chuckles covering his face with his hands his long hair falling forwards, you lean over to push it out of his face and he peeks through his fingers, he slowly moves his hands taking yours in his “come to Jamaica with me” he says out of the blue you sit there looking at him, mouth agape “what?” You ask still processing what he asked.

“Come to Jamaica with me” he repeats a small smile sneaking into his lips “it’ll be amazing, we can work or we can go scuba diving we could do anything…please come with me” he begs.

You couldn’t even process the words coming out of his mouth, you were still stuck on being asked to go with him “why?” You ask softly. Harry let’s go of your hands and sits back in his chair a little “because, I like spending time with you and you pretty much work for me full time, let alone everyone else you write and produce for, you deserve a break”.

You watch Harry’s face for a moment trying to read the expression he was giving you “are you sure?” You question pulling your knees to your chest on your office chair. He nods “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t” he comments. You suck your teeth for a second thinking before looking directly at Harry. “Ok…” you say softly “I’ll come with you” you nod. Harry’s face moves from being one of anxiety and a little frustration to pure joy. “Really?!” He exclaims sitting on the edge of his seat his hands gripping the arm rests. You nod laughing a little “Yes! I like the idea, I think it’ll be good for both of us”.

Harry launches towards you pulling you into the tightest hug you’ve ever received, you hug him back laughing softly “ok Styles, I need to breathe” you say tapping his shoulder. He lets you go before sitting down again. In all the excitement Mish had come into the room and was now sitting between you and Harry whining. Harry chuckles taking his phone from the desk “I’ll let him out and start looking at flights” he grins getting up from his seat before you even had a chance to respond.

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Just two short weeks later you were sat next to Harry on a plane on the way to warm, sunny Jamaica. You glance at Harry who’s was staring at his phone intensely trying to find a movie to watch. “What are you doing?” You ask noticing he was scrolling through Google at a bunch of different movies “just looking for a rom com to watch” he responds straight away without peeling his attention away from the device. “Harry…just search romantic comedies on Netflix” he glances at you, thinks for a moment and then does exactly as you suggest “thanks” he smiles putting his headphones in. You do the same putting on an audiobook, you only got through about a chapter before you fell asleep.

You woke several hours later to Harry pushing your shoulder lightly “y/n…wake up, we’re getting ready to land” he whispers you groan a little “I was having the best sleep, you suck” you glare at him. You were never the nicest person when you were woken from a slumber “I’m not the one flying the plane I don’t make the rules” he bites back. You wake a little more sitting up in your seat putting your seat belt back on you look over at Harry “I’m sorry” you apologise “I’m a bit of a grump after a nap” Harry looks at you again, scanning your face “it’s ok” he smiles.

You make it safely to the ground, collect your bags and make your way to the accomodation that Harry had organised. Pulling up out the front you get out of the car and collect your bags before looking up at the house Harry had rented for the next month “Harry, did you rent the whole house?” You ask he nods smiling over at you “yep” he says walking up towards it “there’s only two of us, not two hundred” you laugh. Harry shrugs “we might get sick of each other the place is big enough we wouldn’t even know the other was there” you see Harry’s point and follow him up to the front of the house. He finds the key and lets you both inside. You look around “wow” you whisper “Harry… this is incredible, how did you find this place?” You ask heading towards the doors that open out to the beach “Jeff actually recommended it” he says coming up beside you “this is going to be the best month ever” you smile.

“Y’up for a swim?” He asks you nod “yes please” you smile “c’mon, I’ll meet you back here in 15?” Harry asks, you nod and head off to pick rooms, even though the place was huge Harry still insisted that you have the master bedroom, it had a huge bathroom with the tub overlooking the beach. You open your suitcase grabbing the first bikini you could find. Pulling it in your realise it may not have been the best choice for a platonic trip with a man who was basically your boss. The mint green triangle top only just covering the round of your breasts, and the hi-waist cheeky bottoms that in actual fact didn’t cover much of your ass. Grabbing a black cover up you pull it on before heading back out to find Harry.

Walking out onto the warm sand your sunglasses covering your eyes your hair blowing in the breeze, you find Harry already situated on one of the lounge chairs in yellow and white stripped swim trunks his hair in a bun and sunglasses adorning his eyes his shirt already missing. Harry peers over his sunglasses as you walk past him and smiles to himself before laying his head back again “thought you came to swim Styles” you comment placing your towel down placing your sunglasses on top before pulling your cover up over your head throwing it to the lounge chair. You glance over at Harry to see him already looking at you.

“I thought you only had one tattoo?” He asks noticing the tattoos dotted around your ribs, next to your breast and on your thigh close to your hip. “It’s a growing collection, I just keep them hidden most of the time” you smile a little before heading towards the water, once your up to your hips in the warm, clear water you hear Harry coming up behind you as he moves past you he smiles “green suits you”. You blush a little and try to hide your face “thanks” you smile a little. Harry keeps walking a little further before diving in you watch him for a moment before you follow suit.

Coming back up to the surface you lay back looking up at the sky as you float to nowhere in particular after a few minutes you feel a tug in your foot. You look up and see Harry at your feet staring at you “I’ve got an idea….on the plane remember how you said to search Netflix, it gave me a bit of inspiration for a song”. You come back to stand on your own two feet “did you want to put it on paper?” You ask. Harry thinks on it for a moment before nodding “I don’t know if it’ll turn into anything but I’d love to try” he admits. You nod “lets give it a go and see what happens” you give him a brief smile and begin to walk back to shore. Harry watches as the swell of your hips begins to reappear from under the water, then your ass. He takes in a sharp breath your bikini didn’t leave much to the imagination, but he liked that.

“Y/n” he says coming up behind you “yeah?” You ask turning your head slightly but still walking “you look great” he smiles you respond by smiling back at him blushing a little “thanks H” making your way up to the sand you grab your towel and sunglasses drying yourself off a little before pulling on your cover up. You head inside with Harry and he sits down on the couch with his guitar in hand. He starts playing a few chords. “What are you thinking Styles? Where’s your head at with this one?” You ask he looks over at you “I think I’d like it to be a Betty and the jets kind of feel? Like a steady tempo but still solid.” You nod and sit at the piano that was in the middle of the room “ok, we can work with that”.

You and Harry work for a few hours and managed to get the chords for the new song. You grab your laptop and start adding the different elements in until it’s basically just a backing track for a verse, “this is good Harry” you smile “it’s got that kind of Elton John era vibe, it’s great” he smiles and thanks you. You’d been working for a few hours and you were starting to get cold, the sun was starting to disappear and you were definitely getting hungry. “Should we get some dinner?” You ask looking over at Harry he nods “I’m so hungry” he sighs causing you to giggle “why didn’t you say something?” You ask Harry shrugs “we were on a roll” you giggle standing up “I’m just going to shower quickly” you smile, ruffle his hair and lean down to kiss his cheek briefly before heading up to the bathroom.

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After getting dinner you and Harry decided to just relax for the night and put on a documentary he spreads himself out on the couch with you curling up in one of the corners, halfway through you glance at Harry in his grey t-shirt and soft cotton shorts you smile to yourself a little, he looked good, domestic, it was nice. “Tea?” You ask going to stand up Harry glances over at you with sleepy eyes “yes please love” he responds giving you a lazy smile. You head to the kitchen making two cups of tea before coming back to Harry he had paused the documentary not wanting you to miss anything. He watches you as you walk across the living space the oversized t-shirt you were wearing showing off your legs in a way Harry could appreciate.

“Thank you” he smiles softly “cold?” He asks noticing the goosebumps covering your thighs you nod a little “yeah but I’ll be ok” Harry grabs a blanket that was sitting on top of the couch “c’mere” he says softly unfolding the blanket to cover his own legs. You shuffle a little closer to him and he tosses the blanket over your legs, you pull it up snuggling down into a little sipping your tea. “Hey” you whisper softly shoving Harry’s side a little he glances at you smiling “yes boss?” He asks giving you his undivided attention, you smack his chest lightly at his comment causing him to chuckle “thank you…for letting me come with you” Harry smiles “thank you for coming” he responds “it’d be pretty lonely without you” he adds causing you to giggle a little. You curl up next to him resting your head just next to Harry’s shoulder. He looks down at you trying to hide his smile.

You both spend the rest of the documentary stealing little glances at one another, as the credits start to roll through Harry glances towards you expecting you to be wide awake, as he looks closer he noticed you were fast asleep. He slowly pulls the blanket off the both of you and tucks one arm under your legs and the other around your waist picking you up carrying you to the master bedroom. Harry tucked you into bed leaving a soft kiss to your forehead that caused you to stir, opening your eyes slowly you look up at Harry “sorry love, didn’t mean to wake you” he whispers “you fell asleep on the couch” you smile to yourself “thank you for tucking me in” you grasp Harry’s hand for a moment giving it a squeeze. You fall back to sleep and Harry let’s himself out to his own room.

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Waking up to the sun beating into the master bedroom was the perfect way to be disturbed the next morning. You sit up looking outside for a while before getting up heading to the shower. You throw your hair into a braid and pull on a sports bra and bike shorts throwing a pump cover over the top, your grab some socks and your runners before heading down to the kitchen to find Harry already up, his shirt missing but the cotton shorts from last night still hugging his hips.

“Morning” you smile Harry looks up and takes a moment before responding “Good morning” he smiles “where are you off to?” Harry asks “morning run, Mish and I normally go for a run everyday before I start working, wanna come?” You ask sitting on a kitchen chair to pull your shoes on. “Umm yeah actually I’d love to, give me five minutes” Harry says before racing down to change his clothes, he returns a few minutes later in running shorts and a muscle tank white crew socks adorning his feet his runners in hand. He quickly pulls them on doing them up pulling his hair up into a bun. You stare at him for a moment “you look cute with your hair up” you blurt out before even realising what you had said. Harry glanced at you a cheeky smirk on his lips “do I now?” He chuckles you blush standing up walking towards the front door “c’mon let’s get this run in” you smile. Harry follows close behind you.

You make it to the front of the house and stretch a little bit to ensure you won’t cramp. You start with a light jog just to warm up a little Harry following suit, you pick up the pace a little bit once you’re warm. You run around five kilometres before slowing down a little coming to a stop to catch your breath for a moment. “How you feeling there Styles?” You ask as Harry’s wiping sweat from his forehead that’s been dripping down his face for the last few kilometres “you do this everyday?” He asks you just nod before responding “I usually run until Mish starts to get tired then we run home before he’s out of steam”. Harry just looks at you “no wonder you’re so fit” he comments, you bite your lips softly and smile. “And you’re not?” You ask rhetorically “your abs exist H” you comment. You enjoyed cardio more than work outs, you felt like you got more from being outside and running instead of being in the gym working out, which in most cases you knew Harry had to opt for the gym otherwise his workouts would probably turn into accidental meet and greets.

“This is the first time I’ve run outside for ages, it’s great” he smiles in your direction “ready to go back?” He asks and you nod. You pick the pace up again and begin to run back towards the house, once you were about a kilometre away you glance at Harry who again was pouring with sweat ��race y’back?” You ask, he just smirks and runs off on you. You chase after him eventually catching up and getting in front a little you run right around to the back of the house to the shore line “I hate to say it, but I think I beat you” you laugh as Harry finally catches up placing his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah yeah ok” he pants. You just laugh breathing deeply to catch your own breath. You cool off a little before kicking your shoes and socks off as well and pulling your shirt over your head “coming in?” You ask referring to the ocean that was directly behind you Harry nods just watching you for a moment admiring the body that you hid under your pump cover. You push yourself out into the ocean wading against the current cooling off in the Jamaican water.

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After a quick swim you both head inside to shower before meeting back in the kitchen to have breakfast. By the time Harry made it you were halfway through preparing omelettes for you both and putting together a small fruit platter for you to share. Harry starts some coffee before sitting at the table with a guitar in hand. He starts playing a little picking pattern while he watched you cook, as the coffee finished you look up glancing at Harry catching him staring at you causing you to smile and blush a little. “I like that, is it new?” You ask as Harry gets up to pour you both a cup, “I started playing around with it before we left, the more I play it the more I like it” he says placing a cup of coffee next to you stealing a few grapes from the platter on his way past.

Harry continues plucking away at the guitar and starts humming along “wherever I go….you bring me home.” You lean against the kitchen counter a little just watching Harry smiling. You finish up cooking breakfast and place Harry’s plate next to his notebook squeezing his shoulder lightly as you walk to your own seat grabbing your laptop to do some work. You both work in silence Harry humming and singing here and there eventually coming up with a hook to work around the rest of the song. “Just two hearts in one home….we’re both stubborn I know” Harry sings softly, the words resonated with you a little you look up from your laptop seeing Harry smiling in your direction. “What?” You ask softly a smile creeping onto your lips “I really like this” he smiles turning back to his notebook “you’re something else Styles” you whisper.

After another hour Harry had managed to get a hook and chorus somewhat under control. You’d cleaned up from breakfast and were setting up a makeshift recording booth for Harry to use. “It’s ready for you H” you whisper kissing Harry’s head ruffling his hair a little as you walk past him to grab your coffee “you’re the best thank you so much” he smiles heading in towards the setup.

Harry spent a good half of the day working on the song while you caught up on other work only helping him when he needed it. By the end of the day he’s recorded a demo and you were sitting on the couch with him tying up some loose ends. “This is really good H” you say after listening to the song a few times. Harry looks up at you with slightly red cheeks “what can I say, Jamaica is inspiring” he smirks “what do you say we get out of the house for a little while? We’ve been inside all day” Harry suggests. You nod standing up “why don’t we go and try something fun?” You suggest Harry starts packing some things away before speaking “what did you have in mind?” He asks “what about paddle boarding?” You ask pulling your hair up into a high bun.

Harry comes over to you smiling widely “I’ve always wanted to try that!” He says “get changed and meet back here in 10?” Harry asks you nod giggling at how excited Harry was. He pecks your cheek before racing off to his room. You pick out yet another bikini before heading back down to the beach to find Harry and a single paddle board. “H what happened?” You ask giggling a little walking closer to him. “I thought maybe we’d help one another until we get used to it?” He asks grinning. You ponder Harry’s idea for a moment before nodding “that actually sounds like a great idea”.

Harry watches as you both wade out into the water until the little waves were lapping at your waist he lets out a small chuckle splashing your back “heyyyy” you giggle turning to face him “what was that for?” You ask splashing him back causing him to let out a laugh then shrugs “you looked too pretty, had to mess you up a bit” you move back towards Harry a little “what do you mean I looked too pretty?” You ask knowing full well what you were doing to the poor man. “Y’know…we’re not even a week into a month long trip, if I’m going to see you in a bikini everyday the least y’could do is look worse doing it…it’s distracting.” You blush a little at Harry’s words.

You step even closer to Harry until there was just the paddle board between you “I’m distracting?” You ask. Harry let’s the board float past the both of you before nodding stepping close enough his hands could graze your waist “have you looked in the mirror lately? Ever since we’ve been here you’ve had a shirt on maybe twice, and you expect me to work in these conditions?” You smirk teasing him. Harry looks at you a little gobsmacked, you wait a moment before looking away “Harry” you say bluntly, he hums a little coming back to reality “yeah?” He asks ruffling his hair from his face “your paddle boards floating away” you say matter of factly. “Shit” he mumbles wading off after it causing you giggle, watching the muscles in his back relax and contract as he tried to catch up with the board got you a little worried for the rest of the trip.

Why couldn’t he have picked somewhere that would have required more clothes.

Harry catches up to the board and pushes it back towards you “maybe we should try paddle boarding tomorrow?” He asks out of breath. You nod “sounds like a good idea Styles” you walk back to shore together and lay on the sand for a while before Harry speaks up “so softy, how would you feel about going out for dinner tonight? We’ve worked pretty well the last few days we’re on track I think we deserve a little break” you glance over at Harry for a moment before rolling onto your front to look at him properly “isn’t this whole trip technically a break? We both just seem to have an inability to stop working” Harry sighs softly “that a good point….do you think it’s a bad thing? That we don’t stop?” You shake your head reaching over to push some of Harry’s hair from his face “I think we both love our jobs so much that it’s not actually work to us…what’s the saying ‘if you truely love your job you never work a day in your life’ I think that’s us.” Harry waits for a moment before speaking up “y’know a lot of people were skeptical about me asking you to produce for me, but I definitely think I made the right choice” he glances at you once more before laying his head back.

You sit in silence for a while just enjoying the sun and the sound of the waves behind you as the tide started to rise you could feel the ocean lapping at your feet “c’mon H, tides coming in” you say standing up holding a hand out to help Harry up. He gladly obliged taking your hand in his, as your about to pull him up from the sand Harry takes the liberty of pulling you down instead, you fall onto his chest a small shriek leaving your lips causing Harry to chuckle his hands grasping your waist “you didn’t give me and answer about dinner?” He smirks looking at you over the top of his sunglasses. You pause for a moment chewing on your lip “didn’t know I had to” you wink squirming from Harry’s grip before standing again “but if you really need one, yes, I’d love to go out for dinner” you answer holding your hand out to help Harry up again.

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Rinsing conditioner from your hair you couldn’t help but worry a little about dinner, you were close with Harry and couldn’t deny that you found him attractive, but blurring the lines between work and play was something you weren’t sure of. You also weren’t sure if you were reading way to far into this and Harry was just being a good friend.

Pulling your hair into a low bun, some little wispy pieces falling around to frame your face you admired the sun kissed glow you’d acquired these last few days. You felt pretty, something you rarely felt within the industry you’d dedicated your life to, it felt nice, different. Slipping into a flowy cotton dress and sandals you spray a little bit of perfume before heading back to the living room finding Harry sitting on the couch waiting scrolling through his phone. He looks up as he hears you coming and stands to meet you halfway, he stops in his tracks seeing you, your dress hugging your torso perfectly Harry would have swept you up off your feet there and then. “Wow, y/n you look beautiful” he smiles leaning over to kiss your cheek softly causing you to blush “you don’t clean up too badly yourself H.” You retort causing Harry to chuckle.

Being seated at dinner you didn’t realise how intimate the setting was, you thought Harry would have just picked somewhere that he found appealing, but this was almost as though he had put genuine thought and care into picking a restaurant. You were sat outside the warm breeze flowing throughout the dining area, you could hear waves crashing in the distance, while you were watching Harry peruse the menu through the warm light provided by the string lights and candles dotted around the venue. Harry groans a little from the other side of the table, “you ok?” You question opening up the menu yourself “I’ve never had so much trouble picking something to eat, it all sounds so good” he grumbles causing you to giggle “Harry, I think that’s what they call a first world problem…” you wait a moment before continuing “why don’t we order a couple of entrees and share them, kind of like tapas?” You suggest. Harry ponders your suggestion for a moment before nodding “you’re too smart for me sometimes” he smiles.

You both pick a couple of things each and decide to have some fun with drinks letting Harry pick for the both of you for first round. This went back and forth for a while until you were noticeably tipsy, mostly due to your lack of filter. Harry was staring at your across the table while you were both waiting for desserts, you try to hold back your smile “I still don’t get how you don’t have a girlfriend Styles” Harry looks at your surprised by your admission “what do you mean?” He asks leaning back in his seat a little diverting his attention to you “you can give a girl so much, like this holiday, we’re staying in a gorgeous house on the beach, going out for nice dinners, but you’re still so down to earth…and I mean look at you, your so attractive it’s annoying, you’re just…perfect” you sigh. Harry stares at you for a moment trying to find the right words. “I guess I’m just waiting for the right time, the right person, you know as well as anyone m’life is hectic, can’t afford to be emotionally unavailable and I guess physically, that wouldn’t be fair.”

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The food you and Harry decided on was some of the best food you’d ever eaten, but the cocktails may have been partially responsible. Walking back to the house after dinner you were a little out of hand just about running rings around Harry. He had been a little glum since leaving dinner, you wander back to Harry and settle at his side walking next to him “what’s wrong Styles? You’ve been quiet since we left dinner” you ask bumping your elbow to his side. Harry glances at you before wrapping his arm around your shoulder giving you a soft squeeze letting you go again “I’m ok” he smiles softly. You stop walking and pull Harry back towards you “Harry…c’mon I know you well enough to know somethings up” you say softly.

He stops walking and faces you looking at his feet “I…” he pauses before looking up at you eyes wide “I’ve got an idea” he says reaching out for your hand which you gladly take. You walk, almost strut back to the house to try and keep up with Harry’s pace. He goes straight to the piano and sits down starting to play a few notes finding the right key. You sat watching as Harry started to hum “Oh, tell me something….” He sits back a little writing a few things down “I don’t already know” he goes back and forth humming a few words writing a few things down as you sit back watching. Before you know it Harry had the hook, chorus and a verse for Ever Since New York.

You sit back just watching Harry giving him his space to get out what he needed to get out. When it seemed he’d gotten as far as he was going to for the night you moved to sit next to him. Listening and now reading over the lyrics Harry had just birthed they resonated with you, you felt he was holding back you glance over to see him already looking at you. “We met in New York” you whisper softly Harry nods his expression not changing “I know” he responds “Harry, what is it?” He sighs a little chewing the inside of his cheek “I like spending time with you, I really like having you around, I like you a lot y/n.” He admits his eyes searching your own for some idea of how you were feeling. You look at Harry a little shocked at first before you even had time to process things his lips had connected with your cheek “m’sorry love, I shouldn’t have said anything” before you knew it Harry had got up from his seat and left to his bedroom leaving you sat alone in front of the piano.

It took you a few minutes to try and collect your thoughts. Did Harry just admit he had feelings for you? You weren’t sure of what to do, part of you wanted to go to Harry’s room to confront him about his expression, but another part of you wanted to respect his boundaries. You decided to leave it for the night not wanting to upset Harry and wanting to respect boundaries. You head to bed and toss and turn for hours on end eventually at around 3am you go out of bed and head back to the living area where you’d setup the make shift studio, to find Harry already there.

You make some tea before coming up behind Harry placing his cup on top of the piano where he was sat “couldn’t sleep?” You ask softly sitting next to him, Harry just shakes his head “thank you for the tea” he says softly, you smile a little “it’s ok H…hey” you say wrapping your hand around Harry’s “I’m sorry about earlier, you just caught be off guard H, look at me please” you ask softly as he grasps your hand moving to face you “I really like you Harry and spending time with you here just made me realise how much I like you” you lean over kissing Harry’s shoulder before resting your head against it. You tuck your hand under Harry’s and start playing the intro to a song you’d been working on for a while but not shown to Harry yet.

You feel his gaze burning into your side before his lips met your temple “is that new?” He asks pulling you closer to him you stop playing snuggling to Harry’s side shaking your head “I’ve been working on it for a while just kept getting stuck, I promise I’ll play it for you when it’s finished” you smile. Harry looks down on you smiling “I like that idea…why don’t we put a movie on to see if we can sleep?” He asks. You nod “yes please” you say softly getting up Harry follows closely behind you one hand on your waist to guide you. Harry let’s you snuggle up on the couch next to him he pulls a blanket over you both before flicking the tv on once you both agree on a movie he wraps an arm around you pulling you closer placing a kiss to your temple.

Not long after the movie started you began to drift off you rest your head on Harry’s chest and finally let sleep take you over. Harry noticed how quickly you fell asleep and couldn’t help her smile and admire the woman before him, he let you settle into your slumber before deciding you tuck you into bed. Harry slowly and carefully moves to pick you up carrying you to your room, you stir a little snuggling yourself into Harry’s arms further. He lays you on the bed gently and pulls the covers up to keep you warm, you whimper at the loss of contact and begin to wake “Harry…” you whine he stops in his tracks kneeling down next to the bed “you’re ok sweetheart, get some sleep” you reach out to take his hand, “stay please” you whisper taking Harry’s large hand in your own small ones. Harry couldn’t help but melt he leans over kissing your forehead softly “of course” he smiles sliding in next to you pulling you closer by your waist. You both drift off to sleep quite quickly snuggled up in one another.

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The next morning things felt surreal, waking up next to Harry in Jamaica, you still had so many questions about what was happening but just knowing you both got your feeling out in the open settled your anxiety. Sitting up a little you expected the sun to be shining through the bedroom window illuminating the sea in front of you but what you were met with was stormy skies and rain. You sigh a little laying back on your pillow watching the rain for a while. You glance over at Harry to see him still sound asleep you smile leaning over kissing his cheek before sliding out of bed.

Regardless of the day you still had full intention of going for a run. You head down to the kitchen to grab some water before coming back to shower, you return to the bedroom in just your towel to grab some clothes “good morning” Harry greets causing you to jump “H!..I thought you were still asleep” you pant trying to catch your breath. “Sorry” he chuckles smiling “still going for a run? In this weather?” He asks raising a brow you nod smiling a little “it’s just a little bit of rain, do you want to come?” You ask grabbing some activewear opting for just bike shorts and a crop not wanting a pump cover due to the humidity.

Harry glands out the window then back at you then throws the covers off himself “let me find some clothes” he says getting up rushing off to his room you giggle a little as he runs off. You pull your shoes on and wait at the front door for Harry. He eventually appears just in running shorts, his shoes in his hand he pulls them on before meeting you at the door leaning down kissing your cheek “apricot suits you” Harry smiles referring to your activewear. You blush a little and open the door “c’mon you flirt, let’s go” you giggle looping your fingers around Harry’s in a loose hold. He looks down at your hand and smiles giving your hand a quick squeeze.

Much like the day before you start with a light jog until your warm before stepping things up a little. You were a few strides ahead of Harry still when you hear him coming up behind you, he makes it out in front of you and you notice his hair was dripping where it had come loose from its bun and his body was glistening with a mix of rain water and sweat. You got a little caught up watching Harry and almost trip letting out a little shriek catching yourself before you fell, you tried to play it off but you’d slowed down and lost a bit of distance on Harry. He looks behind him when he hears you shriek and sees you were a little further away than anticipated.

Harry comes over to you panting a little “are you ok?” He asks. You couldn’t even give the man a proper answer just gawking at his body you mouth hanging open a little your chest heaving. You wanted to box this memory up and keep it forever. You motion for Harry to come closer to which he obliged, he reached out pushing a little bit of hair from your eyes tucking it behind you ear caressing your cheek a little “sweetheart…y’ok?” Harry asks again stepping closer concerned that you hadn’t answered him. As you opened your mouth to respond there was a flash of lightning followed by a huge clap of thunder. You jump looking up at the sky before it went from tolerable rain to torrential Harry’s hand drops to your waist squeezing your side a little trying to hide the fact the thunder and lightning had also scared him. You take a moment before glancing at him “let’s get back” you say over the sound of the rain. Moving away from Harry’s grip turning back towards the house you begin to run, you glance to your side and see Harry next to you, he was glancing at you on and off.

Harry still wasn’t entirely convinced that nothing was going on, he had told you about his feelings and he felt you may have been holding back in your own. Arriving back at the house both of you completely soaked you kick your shoes off and pull your wet socks off at the door. Harry doing the same. “I’m going to head to the shower, meet you in the kitchen? I’ll cook us breakfast?” You ask. Harry nods smiling lightly not saying anything. You head off and shower warming yourself up a little before throwing on an oversized top and some cotton shorts before heading back to the kitchen. You cook breakfast for yourself and Harry who was yet to return from his own shower. After breakfast Harry still hadn’t come back so you head into the living room sitting at the piano.

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After almost two hours Harry still hadn’t come back, but you had managed to finish the song you had been writing and you wanted Harry to have it. It was like everything you felt for Harry and your struggle was in the song. You sit fiddling with it a little while longer trying to work on some of the harmonies, ‘same white shirt, couple more tattoos’ you try this line a few times before sighing moving forward ‘we’re not who we used to be, we’re not who we used to be, we’re just two ghosts…” you smile a little to yourself finding the harmony. You jump a little as Harry speaks up “you sound incredible, better than I do” he smiles. You look over for him seeing him standing at the edge of the living room with some grapes in hand. “How long have you been standing there? I was getting worried about you” You ask he chuckles softly “long enough, just had to take a few calls” he moves closer to come and sits next to you “I want you to have it” you whisper looking at him “I want you to sing it H, but only if you want to.” You say softly glancing at him. Harry couldn’t help but smile “what? To sing it? Pet it’s yours” he groans bumping your side a little, you shake your head “just….listen to the whole thing then decide?” You suggest repositioning yourself at the piano..

You begin playing Two Ghosts for Harry and by the end of it he had a few loose tears on his cheeks. He breathes out heavily “fuck” he sighs “you’re too good at this, y’know that?” Harry asks and you reach up with wipe his cheeks “y’ok?” You ask softly taking his hand, Harry squeezes your hand leaning over to kiss your head softly “I want to do it” he says wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You glance up at him surprised that he said yes. “Really?” You ask Harry just nods shifting his body to face you “it’s perfect sweetheart” you blush looking up at him with pleading eyes “thank you” you whisper resting your forehead to his.

“Y/n…” Harry whispers, you hum in response brushing your nose against Harry’s. All you could think about was how close your lips were to his. “Can I-” you cut Harry off before he can finish his sentence pressing your lips to his own. Harry immediately grips your wasit as you turn your body more to face him his soft pink lips encapsuling your own perfectly after a few minutes both you and Harry must have realised what you had done, you pulled away almost at the same time, each giving the other a moment to say something, anything. Harry’s hand moves to push some hair from your face before cupping your cheek “I- umm, was that-” Harry fumbles with his words a little looking at you in absolute awe. You just nod leaning closer to Harry wrapping your arms around him “I love Jamaica so much” you whisper Harry just smiles leaning in to kiss you again pulling you into his lap.

He slowly pulls away running his hands up your back causing you to break out in goosebumps, Harry bites his lip softly not being able to contain his smile “I wish we could stay like this forever” he mumbles kissing your jaw causing you to giggle, “I think Jeff would hate us if we did that” you smirk. Harry hums reaching up to peck your lips softly. You stay in each others arms for a moment before Harry’s phone begins to ring. He sighs softly placing a small peck to your nose as you climb off his lap. Plucking his phone from the top of the piano Harry sees Mitch’s name pop up he answers putting it on speaker “hey mate, y’alright?” Harry greets you stand and kiss Harry’s cheek before heading off the kitchen wanting to give Harry at least a little bit of privacy. “I’m good mate, just checking in to see how everything’s going?” Mitch’s voice echoed through the living space “great, everything’s really great, we’ve made great progress” you could hear the smile in Harry’s voice which caused you to blush knowing he wasn’t talking about the progress with writing.

Harry and Mitch chat for a while about the album and some of the songs they had written together before Harry came to Jamaica. After around thirty minutes of chatting they sound as though they had covered everything they needed to. “Ok, I’ll see you when your back in town then…oh! Wait how are things going with Y/n?” You perk up at the sound of your name wondering what Harry could have told Mitch for him to ask about you. The three of you had done some work together prior to the trip and you had a very annoying brother sister type of relationship with Mitch which got you wondering if maybe Harry had said something to him prior to you coming away with him. “Y’know it’s great” Harry chuckles softly “she’s amazing and we work really well together, this trip has been incredible” you hear Harry sigh softly “but?” Mitch asks sensing Harry wasn’t finished “part of me wants to just stay here with her, Y’know? M’happy and I don’t know the last time I was genuinely happy” he admits which overhearing the conversation surprised you a little. “Mate, Y’know she’s coming back to the same place you are, you’ll still see her and work with her, just enjoy it while y’can yeah?” You peek into the living space seeing Harry nod before responding. They chat a little longer about when Harry will be back in the UK before ending the call. You decide to leave Harry be for a moment heading over to open some door and windows now the weather had cleared up.

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The sea was screaming for you after you and Harry had spent the afternoon working on the album and trying to keep your hands off each other. “C’mon you, let’s get out of the house for a while” you smile kissing his cheek before racing off to change into a bikini. The high rise cheeky bottoms showing you off to Harry the way you wanted and the tie front top pushing your breasts together in a way even you could admire.

You head outside sighing softly at the way the sun hit and warmed your skin perfectly. Harry soon followed behind you “I like the view” he smirks from behind you. You turn and glance at him blushing slightly “shut up Styles” you bite your lip softly as he moves closer kissing your cheek softly before moving past you into the water “coming in?” He calls out already waist deep in water. You giggle a little at how cute he was being before following suit until you were standing directly in front of him. His hands automatically reach for your hips pulling you closer to him while your arms wrap around his shoulders, hands playing with the hair on the nape of his neck “I know Dunkirk is coming up soon, does that mean you have to cut your hair?” You ask softly looking up at Harry who nods a little “yeah, it’ll be cut and donated the day after we get home” he says just loud enough to hear over the waves lapping at your sides. “Do you not want me to cut it?” He asks curiously. You shake your head “I love that you want to help someone else and donate it H, it’s humble” he simply smiles and leans down kissing you softly.

You spend most of the afternoon in the water together and finally trying to paddle board which just led to Harry laying on the paddle board soaking up the sun instead. Eventually you both got out of the water and found comfort on the beach lounges “so Styles….how’s the album looking, what have we got so far?” You ask grabbing your phone opening your notes to make a list of what Harry and already written and what you had written together so far. “Well” he starts “we wrote and recorded Complicated Freak, Medicine, Baby Honey, Anna and Kiwi before we even left, oh and Sign of the Times and Only Angel, so far we have written Ever since New York, Two ghosts and Sweet Creature and I’m part way through probably four more songs, so we’re close”

“We’ve done a lot for only being here for a week” you smile at Harry who was already looking at you. He reaches out to push some hair from your face tucking it behind your ear “we have, haven’t we” he smiles pulling you into his lap taking your phone putting it aside before resting his hands on your thighs that were straddling his hips. You lean down pecking Harry’s lips softly dropping your hips a little so your torso was aligned with his. You could feel him growing hard in his swim trunks as he connected his lips back to yours humming against them.

You slowly pull away slightly just enough to be able to lick and suck at Harry’s bottom lip without completely losing contact. Harry’s hands move from your thighs to your rump pushing your hips down into his growing cock eliciting a groan that could have been music to your ears. The way you were straddling Harry’s front meant your clit was being stimulated by his tip driving you wild causing you to grind harder. “Is this ok?” Harry mumbles on your lips as he hooks his thumbs into your bikini bottoms “this is perfect” you respond instantly lifting your hips allowing Harry to push your bottoms down you kick them off to the side as Harry’s fingers graze up the inside of your thigh until they reach your centre. You connect your lips with Harry’s again slowly moving to kiss down his neck and chest paying particular attention to his butterfly tattoo. “H, can I take these off?” You ask wrapping your fingers around the waistband of his swim trunks. Harry simply nods not able to take his eyes off you. He helps you to take them off lifting his hips until his hard on springs free resting on his stomach. You bite your lip softly taking in Harry’s size before making your way down to kiss laurel tattoos. Harry moved to rest an arm under his head to be able to see you he inhales a sharp breath as you kiss up his length before taking him in your hand giving him a few lazy pumps.

Harry begins to leak a little causing you to smirk up at him “that desperate for me Styles?” You giggle “well you’ve been teasing me long enough” He smirks tucking your hair behind your ear. Without saying another word you settle a hand at Harry’s base to steady him, slowly licking up his length. Harry lets out a sigh, his eyes closing over and head resting back on his arm letting your mouth go to work. You place your tongue under Harry’s tip lapping up the pre-cum that had accumulated, working your tongue around his tip Harry groans out moving to hold your hair back. “That’s my girl…” Harry whimpers softly as you take his length in your mouth, trying to fit as much of him in as your body would allow before gagging, “taking me so well baby” Harry sighs thrusting up a little to meet your own movements. You come up for a moment to catch your breath when Harry pulls you back onto his chest connecting his lips to yours “so perfect” he mumbles on your lips moving your legs to straddle him. His hard cock nestled perfectly between your folds, you hum on Harry’s lips slowly beginning to grind against him the movements stimulating you both, causing the wetness between your legs to build, lubing Harry up perfectly. He shudders feeling your wetness against him, his tip grazing your entrance “c’mere” you whisper lifting your hips ever so slightly before positioning Harry at your entrance.

You slowly sink down onto his member, you suck your breath in before letting out a satisfied moan, loving the way Harry was filling you up, you simply stay as you were for a moment letting yourself adjust to Harry’s size leaning down placing some slow soft kisses to his lips, leaving your hands on his chest you slowly begin to rock finding a nice slow rhythm that was causing Harry to squirm “feels so good sweetheart, m’not gunna last long like this” he whimpers placing his hands on your rump pulling your hips towards his a little quicker. You speed up your pace and soon enough your both turned into one big sweaty mess as Harry turns you over onto your back without even needing to pull out and reposition himself.

He begins pounding you from this position running a hand down your calf until it reaches just above your ankle, Harry hoists it up to his shoulder kissing down your leg a little. You moan out gripping the edge of the lounge chair as Harry leans down pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss, teeth and tongues clashing and moaning into each others mouths you start to feel your orgasm building rapidly in this new position, you kiss down Harry’s neck before looking him in the eye mouth agape “H…” you groan tipping your head back “I’m so close, gunna make me cum” you whimper holding his bicep your nails digging into the skin.

Harry just groans nipping at the skin on your neck and around your nipples kissing each one before coming back to your lips “let go for me baby, cum on my cock sweetheart” Harry grumbles on your lips as he reached down with his spare hand rubbing circles over your clit with his thumb driving you wild. Your breath hitches in your throat and your hips lift as you place your hand over Harry’s pushing him to rub you faster sending your over the edge. Letting out a shriek your hips drop back down as your orgasm takes over your body your entire body shaking as your pussy pulses around Harry’s cock seemingly sending him to his own climax his thrusts turning to lazy pumps as he fills you with his ribbons of white fluid he collapses onto your chest breathing heavily “shit” he whispers softly as his member twitches inside you “I’m sorry love, didn’t mean to cum in you, you’re just….wow” he sighs glancing up at you pecking your lips loosely. Your hands find his hair before responding “it’s ok H, I’m on birth control, cum in me all you want” you whisper on his lips. You feel him smirk and buck his hips forward a little teasing you, you gasp at the pleasurable overstimulation.

You stay tangled in one another for around twenty minutes as you both come down from your highs Harry’s hand stroking your side “y’ok?” He whispers softly kissing across your cheek before making it to your lips “amazing” you whisper back pecking his lips as some goose bumps begin to form on your arms “cold sweetheart?” Harry asks, but before you’d even responded he’d bundled your up in his arms and was carrying you inside to the master bathroom. Harry sets you down on the counter in the bathroom before heading over to the bath turning the water on adding some bubble bath to the water before returning to you his hands coming to rest on your waist “you should use the bathroom pet, we don’t want you getting an infection” he whispers kissing your cheek softly “I’ll go grab some clothes for us” Harry goes to walk away but you grab his hand pulling him back towards you wrapping your arms around his neck “why don’t you bring all your clothes back?” You whisper just loud enough that Harry could hear over the running water he simply smiles “want me to stay with you?” He asks picking up on what you were implying. You simply nod biting your lip trying to hide your smile Harry breaks out in that trademark grin and leans down kissing your passionately “I’d love nothing more” he whispers on your lips “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes ok?” He asks kissing your nose. You nod as Harry reluctantly let’s go of your body scooting off to go and collect his belongings. While he’s gone you go to the bathroom like he asked before making some room for his things on the counter.

On Harry’s return you were turning the water off for the tub turning the lights down so you were able to watch the sunset together. Harry wanders back in with his toiletries in hand placing them on the counter before coming over wrapping his arms around you from behind kissing along your shoulder you hum placing your arms over Harry’s. “Baths ready for us, I’ll grab us some towels” you say softly escaping Harry’s grip heading into the bedroom you grab some towels and yours and Harry’s phones before coming back. On return Harry’s was standing at the floor to ceiling window that over looked the beach as the sun hit him perfectly you quickly swipe across to the camera app on your phone taking a quick snap of Harry, illuminated by the golden sun, ass on full display. Unfortunately you hadn’t had your phone on silent, so the click of the camera gave you away and Harry’s head instantly swung in your direction. “What’cha up to miss?” He asks making his way over to you “just admiring” you giggle a little trying to hide your phone “give us a look” Harry chuckles trying to grab your phone from your hands as your cheeks flush bright red trying to keep your phone away from him, eventually Harry’s long arms prove your short ones useless grabbing your phone looking at the photo “who’s this? Do I know’im?” Harry asks you scoff a little smiling up at Harry “I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself, you looked too good” you smile softly. Harry places your phone down on the counter and cups your cheeks “don’t apologise sweetheart, I’m just messing around” he smiles leaning down to kiss you softly “ready to hop in?” He asks hands moving down to rub your hips. You nod “yeah, just need to tie my hair back” you smile pecking his lips before moving out of Harry’s grip to grab a hair tie. You pull your hair into a loose bun with a few pieces hanging around your face turning around you see Harry already in the water smiling over at you admiring what he so badly wanted to be his.

Heading toward the bath Harry holds his hand out to help you climb in before settling your back in his chest his legs either side of yours, his arms around your torso rubbing circles into your skin as you both watch the sun go down. “You’re so beautiful” Harry whispers in your ear causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin, you hum softly resting your head back on his shoulder as he kisses down your neck a little before going to back to watching the sunset, it was in this moment that you realised Harry wasn’t watching the sunset at all, in the reflection in the window you could see you both, Harry had been watching you the whole time. In that moment you knew this is what you wanted with this man you had fallen for Harry because Harry had fallen for you, you turn in his hold a little placing a finger under his chin directing his face to yours before placing your lips to his in a delicate kiss.

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Snuggling into Harry in bed he kisses your forehead softly “Harry?” You ask looking up at him, he hums resting his forehead to yours “what are we going to do?” You whisper softly “what do you mean pet?” He responds placing a kiss to your forehead. “What happens when we go home? Do things go back to how they were?” You ask nervously. Harry rolls over onto his side to look at you properly, “is that what you want?” He asks a worried look covering his face. You shake your head trying to hold yourself together “no…not at all” he smiles a little cupping your cheeks. “Well, I’d love for us to see where things go in our normal lives, see if we can make us work, go on dates together, keep writing and working together, even go for runs together with Mish?” He asks, you smile giggling a little, feeling like a giddy teenager. “I’d love that” you say pecking Harry’s lips he pulls you closer deepening the kiss as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, next thing you know Harry’s under the covers with his curly mane between your legs eating you out perfectly.

“Fuck your gorgeous” Harry mumbles on your skin as he kisses back up to your lips “roll onto your side baby” Harry whispers before tucking himself behind you kissing down your spine a little before slipping his boxers off “y’ok babe?” Harry asks kissing your neck, you twist to look at Harry nodding “I’m amazing H” you smile pulling him toward you kissing him passionately as he pushes himself into you causing you to gasp interlocking your hands with his.

Harry pumps himself into you slowly cradling you in his arms. He made slow love to you for hours wanting to spoil you and be as close to you as he possibly could. There was no sense of urgency, and no race to finish, it was just you and Harry enjoying the intimate moment together.

Eventually it got too much for Harry cumming inside of you for the second time this trip. “Why do you have to be so perfect” Harry groans smiling up at you his chest glistening with sweat. You giggle a little leaning down to whisper in his ear “I’m not done yet superstar” Harry smirks his hands running up your back pulling you into him kissing you in a needy fashion. “What is it baby?” He asks slowly pulling away “I wanna ride the tiger” you whisper on his lips smirking winning at him.

Harry looks at you a little dumbfounded “you wanna cum again sweet girl?” He asks you nod looking at him with pleading eyes biting your lip “yes please” you smirk. Harry chuckles softly “how can I say no to such good manners” he smiles as you lift off him nestling yourself onto his thigh. You lock eyes with Harry as you reach your hand to your mouth licking across your fingers before reaching down to your clit to help with moving against Harry’s thigh.

Watching you Harry groans placing his hands on your thighs giving them a squeeze as you begin to move against him, before long your movements were paced and stimulating including for Harry who was holding your hips guiding over his permanent art “you…are so fucking stunning sweet girl” he pants on your lips causing you to moan as Harry moved his leg a little stimulating you further, his cum leaking from you coating his thigh.

”Harry…” you pant squeezing your eyes shut “I’m…” you couldn’t even bring yourself to finish your sentence “I know sweetheart” he whispers within seconds your nails were digging into Harry’s shoulders as your head tipped back Harry’s mouth attached to your nipple adding another element to your climax “fuck!” You moan out as your body convulses against Harry practically clinging to him.

Calming down Harry helps you to lay next to him body’s entangled in one another Harry leaving delicate kisses over your face and chest “can I tell you something?” Harry whispers pushing your hair from your neck placing a few chaste kisses there before pulling away slowly as you nod “I’ve had feelings for you since we started working together, you’re kind of my muse for a lot of my writing, Mitch is the only one that really knows how deep they go” Harry sighs a little “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner” you look up at Harry shaking your head “don’t apologise babe, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have feelings for you within a few weeks of working with you” you giggle a little.

Harry pulls you closer wrapping his arms around you kissing you softly “staying in Jamaica with you for good is sounding better and better” Harry smirks on your lips. You giggle a little on Harry’s lips “don’t tempt me, I might be in trouble with your fans and Jeff for keeping to you myself” you mumble kissing him back. “I’d be ok with that” Harry responds before rolling you onto your back starting what was to be a long strenuous night.

enjoy this little but not so little one, it’s been sitting in the drafts for a while and not proof read super well so please be kind!

#harry #harry styles #harry fluff #harry angst #harrystyles harrystylesimagines #harry fic #harry smut #harrystyles harryimagines #imagine #long hair harry #one direction #Jamaica harry #dunkirk harry #hiatus harry

[starshipqstar]

On a supportive queer fandom, community, and making our first ever animation

Making the Starship Q Star animation has largely been wonderful - we got to make a show we love and learnt a LOT. As two writers new to producing the format (Lauren had only written for kids animation) - it was a huge learning curve. A learning cliff if you will. Whilst we had to cut a lot out for time and budget, we're really proud of how they turned out within the constraints. And by the end? Lauren and I coloured most of the final episode and I did all the compositing and VFX myself (all in Toon Boom Harmony - a program neither of us had used a few months before).

Animation is also still a bit of a boys club - so we committed to finding a design and animation team that was diverse as possible, and reflected what the project was about. I'm proud to say that we managed that (out of our cast & crew of 24, only 3 were cis-men - and most were queer). We also gave opportunities to diverse creatives who hadn't had jobs in the industry before - and have since seen some of them use the experience to get more paid work. You simply love to see it! All of the cast and crew are incredibly special and brought amazing things to the show - an absolute dream team.

It hasn't been easy at all - animation is a LOT of work, and the budget didn't allow for all the support we probably needed, so it was months of unpaid work for the two if us, and a number of weeks working 15-20 hour days to get it done. But we bloody well did it!

But since the show has been out, it's been a bit of a... reality check? Having been immersed in the audio drama community with Starship thus far - we perhaps got a little too used to how incredible supportive (and perhaps queer?) everyone is.

Another animation project is part of the same initiative as we are, and it was one of the first projects released. The creator is a really lovely and talented guy who has made a special show we really enjoyed. His show went kind of viral - which is AWESOME! It's great! However due to his experience on certain other projects... some of the fans of his show... aren't necessarily our audience? And the nature of the initiative means only some projects get chosen to make more.

The first comment on YouTube a few minutes after the Ep 1 of Starship Q Star was published was "make more [the other show]". Then our socials started getting homophobic and really negative comments (and trust me I have spent a long time curating that tiktok algorithm lol). At first I thought it was weird or maybe it was just because we were being shared by a third party so the wrong audience were finding us - but then they also included comments like "[the other show] is better".

I honestly find it odd that some fans take it upon themselves to do stuff like this. Making art is hard! And liking one thing better than something else doesn't mean you have to actively hate that something else! There's room for us all to succeed (well, once we take care of that pesky thing called capitalism). And maybe remember that when it's an indie project the people who made the thing are usually the ones running the socials lol.

We are so grateful to have had so many incredible people love and champion the show in both audio and animated format. And we feel so lucky to be a part of both the queer and audio drama community (yes I know that venn diagram is a circle) - it truly is such a special supportive environment that lifts one other up.

Anyway, I'll probably delete this (way too earnest - eww) but thanks to all the lovely ones out there. We really love and appreciate all of you and all the nice comments and messages and shares. Means the world!

#audio drama #fiction podcast #lgbtqia+ #animation #queer #queer community #lgbtq community #audio fiction

[soracities]

Ur so eloquent and i love ur posts about the societal pressures associated w makeup!!!! 💗💗💗 u put everything I feel & think about into coherent words and I so appreciate that! Also I would like to hear ur thoughts on plastic surgery bcuz I am also annoyed. If I see that smug smiley little dickhead plastic surgeon tiktoker on my FYP one more time saying “ohhh my patients r beautiful. Anyway here are all the procedures I’m gonna do to alter their ethnic nor unique features and make them look totally different” I’m gonna scream. The patronising pseudo-kindness is almost worse than when he goes completely mask-off about exploiting insecurity - like the vid he made laughing w the caption “when a 20yr old says she’s doesn’t need Botox bcuz she’s gonna age gracefully.” I’ve spent a lot of time cultivating a healthy self-esteem & generally not defining myself by my appearance - yet even I felt a flicker of my old insecurity seeing that post. I block every post referencing plastic surgery and I STILL get them. It’s incessant & so insidious - esp for poc. My 13yr old cousin (who watches lots of tiktok) told me she’s saving up for a nose job and a BBL when she turns 18 and my heart fkn broke. No 13yr old shld even KNOW the term BBL.

I feel so much for your younger sister, anon, because whatever else I may have gone through with my own insecurities at 13 (and they were profound and absolutely did a number on me), I genuinely cannot begin to imagine what it's like to cope with all of that in the age of TikTok and IG and the added pressure of beauty influencers magnifying everything.

Honestly, my thoughts on cosmetic surgery are very complicated--I don't think it's something that's ever going to go away, and to be honest I'm not even sure if it's about that. I know people who've had cosmetic procedures done and I know it was something deeply important for them and I know how much happier and at ease they felt afterwards--I'm not going to judge or begrudge anyone that happiness because the reality is, as much as it would be amazing if we all loved and celebrated ourselves and each other, everyone's individual constellation of insecurities and worries is completely different and not everyone will be able to address them in the same way.

To live in a world where we are not defined and punished for our physical differences would be an incredible thing, but we don't live in that kind of world--and so learning to be at peace with yourself in the midst of the world we do have, learning to accept your body or any individual aspects of your appearance is incredibly difficult--and these difficulties are influenced even more by gender, or race, or the culture in which you live etc., or even just the people around you. Do I wish my friends could see what I see? Of course. But I also don't know what they see, or how deeply that runs, or the impact that has on them. Because I also know that, when it comes to myself, I don't see what they see, either. I've said before that I find prominent noses absolutely beautiful--but I know that I cannot impose this on someone who has had to live their life under constant comments about their nose (or any other feature), to the point where they feel that is all they are to people. I don't condemn people for the choices they make in this, but I do condemn the structures and societal expectations that force some people into certain choices in the first place by normalising this idea that there is a "correct" way to look (and I'm not immune to it either--I have a lot of profound insecurities that are incredibly difficult to get past).

It's very similar to how I view makeup in some respects because whatever choices people make when it comes to cosmetic procedures should feel like choices to them. But not all cosmetic procedures are made equally and my real issue with cosmetic surgery (and in my mind I distinguish it from plastic surgery because they are not the same to me), more than anything else, is when it becomes a tool for upholding and celebrating particular beauty standards that are deeply gendered, politicized and racialised while claiming it is "just" a matter of aesthetics, which is deeply, deeply insidious to me. "Aesthetics" have never been neutral. Even the language we use in talking about it isn't neautral: "fix", "adjust", "improve" etc. Improve according to whom? Why do they decide this? At the end of the day, no matter what you say about the golden ratio there is nothing wholly objective about beauty because human beings are not static Ideals; you cannot distill beauty into a mathematic formula like a conch shell because beauty is not something separate from the thing it occupies. These ideals work for Plato, but we are living, breathing, moving, exsiting in the here and now. A static image of a beautiful woman in a Vogue covershoot is just that: an image. And all the rules that govern that image fall apart the moment the model moves again, the moment she becomes a person again.

And besides, nothing can be "just" aesthetics in a world with the warped beauty standards that we have. There's nothing neutral about nose jobs in a society marred with as much anti-black racism and antisemitism as ours. There's nothing neutral about BBLs in a society that fetishizes black women's (and other woc) bodies as ours. There's nothing neutral about buccal fat removal in a society so plagued by thinness as not just a physical but also a moral ideal. I read a horrifying article on GQ a few months back about men undergoing cosmetic surgery to widen their jawlines so they appear more "manly"--and a surgeon in the article casually said one of these patients also "needed a rhinoplasty" which made me see red: nobody needs their face smashed open for the sake of an arbitrary standard whose very purpose (Beauty) requires the existence, and therefore manipulation and condemnation, of its opposite in order to appear valid. These beauty standards only have value so long as their opposites have no value--but these "opposites" are not disembodied traits: they are real human features that belong to real breathing human beings who have to live surrounded with this rhetoric for their entire lives. There's nothing neutral to me about looking at a human face and dissecting all of its features, ascribing values to some, and disparaging others, as though they exist as separate building blocks you can rearrange at will. In some instances, it skirts too close phrenology for me, and I'm not saying that lightly.

These are some of my thoughts but as I said, my views on this are very complicated and I have to be careful how I talk about some of it because there are some things that genuinely make me deeply angry. Again, I don't believe the solution is to get rid of cosmetic surgery, because I don't think that will ever really work and I think it misses the point--most people will always have something about themselves they'll want to change or just wish was different and for some people more than others they will want to make that change: and I would much rather people have access to legal, qualified, accountable medical professionals when they do. But in cases like your sister, in cases like that GQ article, in cases like that TikTok surgeon (I have no words, anon, truly...), or really just TikTok in general, in cases like ethnic rhinoplasty and eyelid surgery, the fact that the number of people getting Botox has grown since the increase in video calls and Zoom meetings....in all honesty at this point I am just tired and infuriated by our refusal to have an actual conversation about the society these procedures exist in and are normalised within and I'm especially tired when influencers and celebrities make a point of not being upfront about their own procedures. I don't care what people get done or why (as long as its a freely made choice for no one else's sake but yours), but I do care when we make it as acessible as these procedures are now, when they are tacitly (and in some cases outright) encouraged, and yet talking about them or admitting to having had that work done is somehow gauche and I am incredibly tired of it!

#it would break my heart too to hear my sisters talk like that anon truly....all the work you've done building your self-esteem verbalise it! #praise yourself and celebrate yourself as often as you can around your sister and maybe hopefully she can begin to see herself in your word #too. im not saying it will get rid of tiktok but maybe it will provide an important counterweight. and if you can maybe try talking to her #also about the nature of things online vs irl....i dont know but i deeply feel for you both and i hope some day your sister is able to see #herself beyond the reach of these things <3 #ask #anonymous

[whoops-im-obsessed]

(More) Things I Noticed in UKsies: Fansie Night Edition! (Act 1)

I was lucky enough to see newsies again at the fansie night last night and it was incredible!! Here are more little moments that I loved :) This is gonna be long.

The absolute roar from the audience as soon as the lights went down to start the show, fansies are something else, man, this audience was on fire

At the very beginning Race looks so happy reading the paper I can't his smile was so big - Josh Barnett has said that this is his favourite part of the show and it shows!!

Lady behind me tried to buy a paper from one of the newsies but he wouldn't give it to her because she didn't have cents

Matthew Duckett (Crutchie) can do the fingers-in-the-mouth loud whistle thing and uses it a lot during the show, first to call the newsies to work

Not me wondering the entire time how Race's cigar and Morris' cigarette work only to be reminded that e-cigarettes exist

My mum's face after Splasher did a backflip whilst skipping - Ross Dorrington, my God

'Hey! Hey! *spin* Get ya papes!'

The way the newsies just slide around the stage and careen off of it, its an accident waiting to happen but it looks so fun

Santa Fe Prologue, Jack yanks Crutchie away from that railing so fast poor guy he just wants to go down

Crutchie flinches away from Jack and laughs when he suddenly leaps towards him at 'close your eyes'

For like half of carrying the banner these boys are just half naked, you can see their mic packs running up their backs

Crutchie pickpockets Darcy

At some point Crutchie does something to offend Finch and gets whacked with his slingshot

Guy in front of woodside looks so sad the whole of the 'curdled coffee' bit and is contemplating life only to stand up and sing 'all I can catch is fleas'

He then proceeds to flick said fleas at another newsie who runs away and calls him disgusting

Wiesel descends from the ceiling

Alex James Hatton Davey!!

Alex's Davey is more mature than Ryan's, he seems more sure that he's here to do a job and isn't confused or intimidated by the newsies, he genuinely seems like an outsider who isn't in on the joke and is not impressed by their antics

'that's disgusting'

Henry gets on his knees and pretends to be a child in the line to get papes and keeps going 'I'm new too'

Right behind them a distraught Mike carries a limp Jojo who opens his eyes and says 'I'm dead' to Wiesel

Hannah and Bunsen squabble over a notebook in Bottom Line and Nunsio looks ready to commit

(Lindsay Atherton Hannah is amazing she is hilarious)

Alex Davey is very unsure selling papers to the audience he just kinda mumbles and seems a bit hopeless at it while Les just swindles everyone

The relationship between Alex!Davey and Les is very different to Ryan!Davey, Ryan is all over Les and is very affectionate whereas Alex seems to show the other half of large age gap sibling relationships, meaning he clearly cares about Les but also occasionally looks at him like he is the bane of his existence. Relatable.

Spot's actress is also a bowery beauty it's amazing, the bowery beauties also dance behind Medda during her performance and wink at the audience.

Newsie controlling the light for Medda's performance is concentrating Very Hard

Bobbie Chambers Katherine!!!

Bobbie!Katherine is very sarcastic and very uninterested in Jack but when he gives her the drawing makes a 'huh thats pretty good' face

The newsies watching Medda's show pick up the lights at the end of Don't Come A-Knocking and dance in a circle around them, mirroring their dance moves

Josh Denyer (Mush) has his moment to shine in the bit just after don't come a knocking and has a little solo which was heavily applauded, rightly so

When Race 'tells Wiesel (him)self' he literally goes up, closes the money box and just says 'no'

Katherine watches World Will Know from above the Bronx

When Jack writes on the chalk board he shoves Oscar out of the way very harshly several times and he ends up sprawled over some stairs unable to get up

There's a slide

Crutchie joins in with some of the dancing but his face screams 'help me idk how to do this' I love Matthew Duckett

Jack, Les, Davey and Crutchie confer before marching up through a corridor of newsies to the doors of the World. Crutchie stands facing away from the doors when they go in like he's standing guard, when they get thrown out, he falls to the side directly into the arms of another newsie trust fall style.

Despite already being given a borough to go to, Tommy Boy dives face-down under a table to avoid going to Brooklyn, Mush and another newsie (didn't see who 😅) put their bags on their heads

Bobbie!Katherine is a lot more sure of her self which makes it more meaningful when she shows the vulnerability of 'I'm just busting out of the social pages'

Les follows Crutchie at the end of the World Will Know mini-reprise and Crutchie looks sad when Davey calls him to go home, he then calls to Jack who is staying behind to talk to Katherine and says 'for fuck's sake' when he doesn't follow. This was confirmed by the girls in front row Brooklyn who he said it to because they couldn't stop giggling

Crutchie breaks the forth wall a lot

Katherine's hesitation on giving her last name is more played as she doesn't expect to have to provide one

Katherine physically puts distance between herself and Jack when he starts flirting

Watch What Happens is amazing!! Bobbie puts more frustration into it and speaks a lot of the lines, often punctuated by 'ugh'. Fun fact: Watch What Happens was Bobbie's drama school audition song and she has been working on it for actual years, it definitely shows, it was a brilliant delivery.

Davey really shows hesitation before Seize the Day and his voice goes wobbly in all the right places when he calls for Jack to help him out

'Maybe Pulitzer will see it out of his window and feel sorry for us' 'Heh?? *offended Crutchie noises*'

Crutchie is physically restrained from beating up on the scabbers

One of the scabbers is slipped extra money by Wiesel

Seize the Day was incredible as always, all other productions pale in comparison it is seriously next level, mid-song applause and a standing ovation afterwards (which really, really doesn't happen mid-show on the west end)

Splasher's box jumps!! I counted twelve last night. TWELVE.

Military snare in 'behold the brave battalion'

Crutchie stands offstage with Les to watch the Seize the Day dance break and whistles So Loud to cheer them on

And Mush's pirouettes!!!

Crutchie's agonised coughs when he's being arrested jfc Matt is good at that

The fight call for this show is insane, there is so much going on and its all so expertly done, something went a little wrong and Les' rope ascension didn't happen but so much goes on it wasn't missed

Crutchie whistles to signal the arrival of the police

Newspapers fall from the ceiling at the beginning of Santa Fe

Santa Fe was so good, Michael has such a pretty voice even while literally crying and he uses his little postcard a lot throughout, physically leaning over the railing of the tower like he's reaching for the idea of Santa Fe.

Aaaand end of act 1! This is so long so I'll do a part 2 🤣

#newsies #newsies the musical #uksies #britsies #west endsies #jack kelly #crutchie morris #crutchie newsies #davey jacobs #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #les newsies #race newsies #newsies london #david jacobs #michael ahomka lindsay #matthew duckett #bobbie chambers #alex james hatton #ross dorrington #josh deyner #mukeni nel

[yuikomorii]

It's unfair that some characters do not get as much spotlight, but our Fandom isn't responsible for that. Rejet, as a company, made a decision to portrait Ayato as the main lead.

Does that means he's better, and that his route/character development is written to perfection, while others aren't "good enough"?

HELL NO. Absolutely not.

Some parts of Ayato's development with Yui felt really rushed imo, or the main conflict on CD Dramas getting "solved" (if there's even a resolution) with 0 lessons learned.

We should see all characters equally for their difficulties, as well as acknowledge their flaws. But everyone has their favorites. Sometimes, we just want to praise them for the sake of praising instead of analyzing everything/every character so thoroughly. It's okay.

Do what you enjoy!! Don't let others talk down to you.

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I hope you are alright ♥, you did an awesome, informative post that has been seen and agreed with by many people. Time to pat yourself in the back for a job well done.

Don't forget to hydrate, and I wish you the best.

// To be honest, I think the anime is the only occasion when not everyone gets enough spotlight because their routes are as long as Ayato's. Everyone receives a lot of content, and DL got so much merch that I doubt anyone will be able to gather every piece of their favorite character. ^^”

I have never seen anyone saying that Ayato got the best development, because he definitely didn’t. After the curse got broken, he started acting like a normal teenage boy. His true face was described by Rejet as “pure-hearted”, therefore I don’t think there’s much room for personal improvement when you have always been brave, empathetic and self-sacrificing. Nor can they totally get rid of his impulsiveness or occasional arrogance, since everyone needs to keep some flaws. However, it’s true that, while he doesn’t develop incredibly, he does mature a lot throughout the games. I guess that’s one of the reason why his smile starts fading away game by game. After all, he begins to see things exactly as they are.

While it’s true that his DF route is considered by Japanese players as the best written one in the franchise, it’s still very weak compared to routes from other otome games. I truthfully believe everyone deserved better routes, given that they’re all so rushed for unknown reasons. Maybe it’s just me but I feel like most of the time everything escalates too quickly?? And some conflicts between the characters are so random and just there to add unnecessary drama.

Furthermore, whenever new official art comes out, I'm always excited to see how others react to their best boys. I really like seeing people thirst for their favs and I believe more people should do so, without the fear of being judged.

Last but not least, there will always be characters who go through more horrible stuff than others, yet people should understand that this doesn’t make their trauma the most important. Even in real life, it’s not good to invalidate someone’s feelings only because someone else “had it worse”. I understand that it’s amazing how some people manage to stay resilient, but not everyone is like that. On top of that, the jokes about the Diaboys’ traumas I’ve seen in this fandom will never be funny. I hope nobody is planning to post such things again because ew—.

Thank you for your ask, it was interesting to read! I’m glad my post helped others understand him better!! I wish you the best too. 💕

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[simplyender]

If it's asks you want, asks you shall get! I remember you mentioning that you think Spot will probably die in the next movie. However, Miles says something like "Spot only wants to be respected, like everyone else," before he gets interrupted by Miguel. Maybe this could hint at Spot making it out alive. Or this is just wishful thinking on my part. And if he really does die in the next movie, then it will be due to his own actions, like using up all his powers or smth like that.

tbh, my reasoning for spot dying can be boiled down to a few points. but first, i wanna talk about...

why i absolutely believe spot shouldnt be killed off.

1. the current narrative is that miles is effectively breaking the cycle that is "canon", giving a big 'ol Fuck You to whats defined as fate and inevitable pain. spots trying to force miles in to the narrative hes made up in his head (which coincides with whats meant to be "canon"), but things dont have to be that way and miles KNOWS that. i think itd be thematically appropriate if miles breaks this cycle of cruelty and allows spot to survive, making him have to face his own actions and crippling lack of self worth and actually work to make things better, for himself and everyone hes hurt.

2. im overly attached to spot being disability-coded, for more on that, please read this amazing post that opened my third eye. anyway, the tl;dr is that spot behaves and is treated a lot like a newly, visibly disabled person, subject to the same prejudices as they are as well as being forced to navigate an entirely new body, as somebody might have to if they were to receive a workplace injury that left them disfigured and permanently disabled. this is also why id like it if he doesnt get turned human again/"cured" at the end. it just doesnt feel like itd be satisfying for things to end like that for him. if anything, the most satisfying conclusion to his arc would if he got stopped, and then be given the opportunity to finally take responsibility for his own actions, and acknowledge his own fault in what happened to him and that it ultimately wasnt miles that did this to him and that even so, one of the things thats NOT spots fault is how he got treated for what happened to him so he really should get understanding and validation in that department. he also deserves to learn how to accept himself (beyond seeing his new form and powers as a tool to pursue revenge) as he is instead of it being framed likes hes only worthy of respect and recovery once he becomes human again.

3. i like him a lot and thinks he deserves better than to just be killed off.

why i think that despite it all, spot will be killed off:

1. any form of redemption or willingly giving up entirely depends on if spot can bring himself to listen to reason and take responsibility for his actions. something weve seen that hes notoriously bad at.

2. why would spot willingly choose to give up and back down when hes got absolutely nothing left for him in life? theres literally nobody waiting for him on the other side of this if he does. no family. no friends. no job. nothing. he might consider himself too far gone.

3. while 90s cartoon spot DID redeem himself, he did it through a heroic sacrifice...

4. lbr spiderman villains usually either get jailed or killed off. why would things be different for spot. because hes sympathetic? a lot of villains are. hes also insanely powerful and this could end up as a "destroys himself"" situation.

5. spot might be about to commit mass murder, which...definitely makes it harder to consider him as somebody "worthy of redemption".

6. ive watched so many of my favorite characters die. im not kidding i have the worst luck. 98% of them have been killed off and i think spot might be next in line bc its unlikely the writers care about him as much as i do. :(

so...yeah.

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