#bc it's purely on case by case and yeah i know they can't just handle everyone's particular traumas but ugh. well you know what im saying

[shopcat]

i do honestly think that like. the reason steve's torture scene is so undercut is because it is a torture scene. like they didn't WANT it to be hit heavily they didn't want to have to cut between relatively normal for the show scenarios back to steve and robin locked in an unreachable facility getting beaten and drugged and about to get their fingernails ripped off with the knowledge that in the end unless they're saved they're going to die. Because that is deeply tragic. so they have to make the jokes and make it lighter than it seems not only because the plot needs it but like the AUDIENCE needs it and the CHARACTERS need it... like yes the show does not take so many character's real life suffering seriously because for some reason lasting effects and trauma only exist to be taken advantage of by the plot or if you're the billed star or something but steve also in canon is the one who didn't let himself BE A Guy Who Was Just Tortured. he was a guy who was just beat up a little. and like they're scared but they're not too scared because they have to have hope because they are two people who have never had to rely on hope before in order to survive...

but also!! tbh i can't. help but think how much of a critical hit gut wrench it would've been if they had decided to commit to the darker theme of it and how it juxtaposes against the whole Bright Neon Light Palm Fronds And 80s Pop and how 30 minutes later they're standing among a group of children and no one even realises anything is out of the ordinary i think it would've accessed an actual emotional impact and depth the duffers seem to stumble upon by accident and never of their own volition </3 to cut from the concurrently running scenes to an 18 year old boy we know is completely innocent and completely telling the truth that he was just in the wrong place and didn't realise how serious it all was who was getting tortured and it be something serious. and his 17 year old coworker who just had to listen to it all to the point where she thought they dragged his dead body in to lay next to her. and in a way it's somehow MORE tragic which was not their intention at all that it was so lightly handled even though we the audience know it's somethings deeply upsetting it all just gets washed away in the face of Life goes on even on tv... sigh.

#🍦 #anyway #also unrelated i saw a post abt like someone commenting on the entire insane patriotism and the red scare stuff and maybeppl just commented #at the time THEY DID trust me.... it is one of the biggest criticisms of the show itself and a lot of people actually hated s3 bc of it 😭 #well like. me too. not that i'd seen it at the time i just remember eveurhing being like . said #anyway the way this show handles trauma actually gives me a headache lol #bc it's purely on case by case and yeah i know they can't just handle everyone's particular traumas but ugh. well you know what im saying #i think if they acknowledged the things that happened to steve they would also have to acknowledge it was never intended to have gravity #it can't be abandonment if there was never intention it can't be something they missed bc they don't see the something #he will get beaten every single season (barring the first) with no repercussion bc his like #humanity is not a right he is just some guy. it would also lose all the comedy to it that was established for 4 seasons #like oh it's not funny anymore and he's not the fun guy anymore because it's sad and that's not FAIR i don't think #bc trauma doesn't change everything about you and shouldn't change people's perception of you that's . fucked #and i think it's wild a show that attempts multiple times to go OVER these traumas will only ever land it sloppily bc i don't believe #they're doing it well intentionedly LOL it's for plot which is well fine it's a narrative but it means when it #lacks it's upsetting instead of the writing just being bad too #anyway... tangent . that also applies to like nancy and jonathan and stuff too . lucas and erica in s5 i imagine as well #though i shouldn't predict failure bc that's not very nice. to the characters .I just hate those men so much tbh tbh #sts

[shimamitsu]

if u ever wanna complain abt blue flag id be all ears. ive had it recommended a ton but never got around to hear abt it

ah, the old blue flag. every few months i remember this manga and i feel pure anger deep in my heart. long post incoming! i know a lot of people like it so i'll preface this by saying that this is my opinion, you can still like it, let's hold hands and read manga together. anyway, blue flag. my main problem is that it feels like something that was written for heterocis people to sympathize with lgbt's people's existence instead of something that actually included lgbt's people's experiences and opinions. all you have to know is that there's this scene where a character makes a list of lgbt songs or smth like that and one of them is shake it off by taylor swift. yeah. i said this yesterday but it's not like i think it's bad for lgbt manga to be educational, that's totally ok. there are works like 'i think our son is gay' that are very good at that. the whole plot of the manga is that a mom finds out her son is gay and it follows how she learns about sexuality, lgbt issues, etc etc (it's also told from her pov). its purpose clearly is to be educational for a non-lgbt audience. with blue flag... it felt like they were trying to explain lgbt 101 to me and failing. it raised a lot of questions about sexuality that in the best of cases the author couldn't give an answer to (and sometimes it's ok not to, but we weren't dealing with queer theory here, the question was like. do gay ppl deserve rights), and in the worst of cases just fumbled the resolution completely. the best example for that is how a character's outing got handled. spoilers here ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ but man. the mc gets outed by his homophobic friend, later it is revealed that this friend is homophobic bc he got assaulted by a man (wow gay predator trope, never seen that before), and the manga could've taken 10000 different directions to deal with that but what did the author decide to do? yeah -> homophobia is just a different opinion! we have to understand where both sides are coming from <3 hell no. die. (it was awful and heartbreaking to read btw). more big spoilers ‼️ another thing that made me violent (and i mean it), was how the manga handled another character's sexuality. one of the main characters, a girl whose name i can't remember, spent the entire manga rightfully struggling with coming to terms with the fact that she liked women. she explicitly said she couldn't like men if i remember correctly. well. here comes a time skip. she's married to a man. how. what. and ofc i'm not saying she can't be bi, but she was clearly written as a lesbian. why on earth is she married to a man then i wanna KILLLLLLLLL. anyway the ending also sucked. in the time skip it's implied the main boys were dating (idek how we got there, ig we skipped the entire sexuality journey of one of them) but it was told from a 1st person pov for some reason so we literally don't see them together (i wonder if it was too gay for shonen jump). when this manga was ongoing, even when it ended, people were promoting it to hell and back, saying how good the "representation" was. i assure you i never saw a manga that centered lgbt characters be talked about THAT much, except maybe shimanami tasogare. it seriously was huge. it was a lot of people's first approach to lgbt manga as well. why people think lgbt manga peaked with ao no flag is beyond me. last year a mutual made a post talking about it and they made a great point which was that blue flag would've never gotten that popular if it wasn't a shonen jump manga and i totally agree. and i'll be bitter about it being licensed where i live while shimanami tasogare isn't until the day i die. but yeah that's a summary of my issues with it. obviously i don't recommend it lol

[altschmerzes]

this might be getting too far into spoilers territory, but i'm so curious about the wriggle up on dry land equivalent of that scene in 1x10 where ted sees jamie and his dad in the treatment room after the match. because like, i can kind of understand the reasoning behind not intervening or really bringing it up again when jamie's an adult, even if that probably wasn't the best way to handle it, but i can't imagine ted would respond the same way when it's a child in that situation.

the thing about me is that if people wanna know i do not have any qualms at all about posting spoilers for my own fic slkdjfs i am happy to talk about literally whatever people wanna talk about and yes that is!! yes that is QUITE the thing. i'll get into it under a cut in case anyone else happens to care about spoilers ig! but yeah overall you're right i can sorta get what the thought process was from a like, in-universe 'trying to make sense of what went on there' standpoint in canon but it is. very different when it's a 15 year old as opposed to a 23 year old.

this is one of the major changes that had to be made to that episode for the au and specifically changes made to jamie's role in the episode's story. it is still the first time that ted meets james - though it's not actually our first time meeting james in the narrative, because we will actually see him before then in the fic - and it is still a somewhat worrying encounter, but it's far less like... violent. cause like i said while i can. sort of. get my head around ted deciding that it was a better choice for everyone to not get involved in 1x10 on the show (while i do think it was handled weirdly and this is pure extrapolation bc the show literally never addressed that or referenced it again) i can't see him seeing a kid get shoved around and screamed at and have shit thrown at him and not like. doing something about it.

so when this happens in the fic, jamie came to the match with his dad rather than being in it as a player for city (obvs). after the match, he seems like he's going to get a moment to interact with ted alone but before he can, james comes around the corner and interrupts. and is very like... he immediately makes a few jokes at ted's expense, then starts steering jamie away with a hand clamped on his shoulder. he's squeezing pretty hard but ted can't really get a good sense of what's going on, one moment jamie looks like he's got something to say the next he's being pulled away and his dad is kind of. needling him about not being happy that city won. he's actually pretty upset about richmond's relegation, though he's trying to hide it (and not having much success with that). (he still had a hand in what happened with them losing that match and with roy getting taken down, though obviously in a different way lmao.) (it's a little complex and a little 'just go with me on this one' slkdfjs)

so james is giving him shit about being upset, needling him about it in a way that's kind of like. laughing at him but not being overtly aggressive but it's a shitty kind of 'making fun of my kid for being upset' that is obviously bad news. he's being steered around by his shoulder but it's not clear it's painful or anything, just kinda. controlling. so it's overall a sense of this is a deeply unpleasant person who is not very nice to his kid but it's a fast interaction that leaves ted feeling kind of bowled over and there's... it's shitty and worrying but it's not like. Alarming to the level of being able to do anything about it like what happened in canon would be. and then they're gone.

which is when ted does the only thing he can think to do which is quickly run into his office to grab a jacket jamie left behind when he left richmond in the first place, scribble a note that includes his number (just in case), and shove it and the army man in an envelope, tuck it in the pocket, and send beard with it to catch jamie before he leaves.

#gav gab #gav answers #abuse cw #fic: wriggle up on dry land #YEAH ONE'A THOSE BIG UH.... THINGS GOTTA BE DIFFERENT HERE. MOMENTS.

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

Hi. I know I usually talk more about Izu and how fic writers treat his status of quirkless in fics to the extreme. But can we talk about Shig?

Shig is a meat puppet, literally.

Shig is also a huge waste.

1) If we go by the "Hori always intended for Izu to save shig" well why Shig and Izu never had a good interaction? Why Shig couldn't show humanity? In canon he was the one who reacted "ok" at Izu being quirkless( I say ok bc he as a villain could have said smth worse, oh I don't know, anything bk has ever said)

Plus we nwver saw Shig try to reach for anyone....but some fans are expecting Izu do this...

In the first UA invasion, Shig left all those villains to rot and...think nothing of that. The line he later say "you heroes dont get that why we are heroes and villains" IS NOT AS DEEP AS MANY VILLAINS STANS LIKE TO THINK IT IS

2) Shig was a villain that was handle everything bc Hori can't let Shig be free of his own abuser (hmmmm curious. Doesn't that makes you think of some other case?)

Like MPA was crafted from nowhere and give to Shig ....bc why make Shig earn an army? Yeah yeah he fought Redestro but come on...who would bet an entire army with a homeless dude (Shig doesn't have all that fame to justify Redestro going "wow that dude means business")

Shig screams he wants destruction...he necer say how he will achieve it.

When he get money and ressources....he goes ans wage a war...for no reason.

Like Hori doesn't treat Shig well...in fact he and Izu are treated worse. Yes, Shig is a villain but a villain is still an essential part of the story.

Imagine read a story where thr villain doesnt do anything "it is someone else manipulating him". You spend time invest on this villain's journey only to see...he is a puppet and you know next nothing about him.

If Izu has no real development or flourishing

We can say the same about Shig...regardless if Hori wanted him to be a redeemed villain or not.

Honestly you’re right. Tomura does feel like a meat puppet. I think this is done intentionally, but I feel it’s done poorly. Tomura’s own motivations feel weak and flimsy, even with his tragic backstory (which I actually thought was well written). This would be fine if Tomura was meant to be pure evil like the Joker but he’s supposed to be a more tragic figure, and while his story is tragic, it’s not enough to make me care about him as a person or whether Izuku saves him. I feel for him in the same way I feel for Dabi, but both fall into the traps of “killing just to kill” while also trying to preach a message. However the deaths don’t contribute anything to the message and makes their points weaker.

#mha critical

[rsmrymnt-tea]

Thats so funny because I only dont care for lesson 16 and the lessons around it because i felt the resolution was a bit rushed in terms of everyone just suddenly being lovey dovey with MC cuz theyre descended of lilith. I would love to hear your thoughts on this when you get the chance!

honestly i WISH i were apathetic about lesson 16... but as a person being apathetic about something is impossible (sadly... it would bring me so much more peace if i could just not care) and so i do have a lot of thoughts about lesson 16? like bestie you've just unlocked a long long rant that's gonna be hidden under the cut

because it is just sooo absurd to me that that was somehow the best idea that the writers came up with, and the execution ended being so rushed and poorly written that it managed to make so many people think that the brothers only love mc and/or only started being open with mc about how much they adore them because of the lilith reveal. it's very much not like that at all (i have arguments for every single one of them tbh) but the way lesson 16 was written + some of the handling of some of the brothers' relationship to mc before that definitely makes more than understandable to me that people would think so.

so like, firstly i think that yeah, the resolution is so rushed and weirdly written. i think at the end of lesson 16, belphie should not be so immediately buddy-buddy with mc and there should've been dialogue from ALL the brothers that they're glad that MC is fine and isn't actually dead. the mammon favoritism from the writers kills me here—levi and beel should've said something about being worried to death and i won't take any other opinion on it! they've been close to mc and have had pacts with them for much longer than asmo and satan!! i can't even agree that asmo and satan wouldn't have been concerned because they were definitely worried when mc was sent back in time (as shown in lesson 12), and that is just a few hours away from the events of lesson 16.

not to mention, just a few hours before (technically after, but never got the chance to happen in the new timeline) they were called family—there is just no way that none of them are greatly relieved that mc is fine (because those feelings are there even if they're never said), and it's not enough that they're showing it through coddling them during that stupid scene where diavolo drops that 'there must be so much they've wanted to do for lilith' line.

in fact that line is another major issue i have with lesson 16—why did the writers think it was a good idea have that said? it just adds more to the 'oh they only love mc bc they're related to lilith' thing, and in a game where y'know, the goal is to kiss and fuck these guys, it's very weird and off putting.

(inb4 someone brings up that mc wouldn't have any blood relation to lilith and the brothers + it's been millennia (probably; but parts of canon imply that it's been like, just 200 years ago) since then so it's fine. idk but my inclination to fuck someone who drop super low if i thought/knew they associate me with being related to their sister, and it's also a little weird if they're thinking of their sister when they're with me—which isn't the case at all because the brothers very much love you outside of your lilith relation, but the handling of lesson 16 really makes it seem like youre now someone to project their affections for their long dead sister on sdgjkg especially with belphie being the only one to openly say that he doesn't like you purely bc you're related to lilith and that weird scene where lucifer's reminded of holding hands with his sister while he's holding hands with you at a carnival? such a baffling thing to make him say, writers. whatever blush i'd have would immediately drain from my face.)

i also think it's a fault of the writers that there is very, very little clear romantic attraction from the brothers to mc before the revelation. as far as i know, only mammon's been anything transparent + there's hints from lucifer and satan in lesson 12; i personally wouldnt count the time everyone was stuck in an otome because theyre were obligated to do all that or else they wouldnt be leaving the game and it was clear that they're all just saying those words to literally get points. they all make fun of mammon for having a crush on mc which sends the message that none of them are interested. while there is a huge, huge timeskip of what's apparently 10 whole months between the end of lesson 18 and the start of lesson 19, the fact that we don't get to see that development of feelings makes it feel even more like the revelation had something to do with the rest of the brothers catching feelings :/

then there's like, all the other issues i have with lesson 16 which have honestly become inspiration for dola's vitriol towards diavolo. it makes it so that all the of the heartwarming moments that mc experiences with the brothers never happened. all those little one-on-ones with the brothers when mc come back to the HoL with beel after belphie's arrested? never happened. all of them working together to get lucifer out so they can actually talk? never happened. and neither did that talk where lucifer himself tells everyone what really happened to lilith or why he's so loyal to diavolo, or the moment where mc is called family? erased. lucifer proving to diavolo and all his brothers that he cares more about his family than his eternal obedience to the prince? absolutely did not happened and is replaced by diavolo rubbing it in lucifer's face that he shouldn't have ever doubted him in the first place or some shit during lesson 16.

it's why i think mc should be so much more upset than they were during lesson 16. i get that the writers wont do that because ~blank slate~ (not saying cant bc lbr they lock you into choices and emotions you dont agree with ALL the time) but it leaves a sour and bitter taste in my mouth that after losing all of that, mc is just okay with everything. everything returns to almost normal, and we're actually in charge of making sure it goes completely back to normal! we have to help belphie bond with his brothers again!! great.

most frustrating somehow, all the things i come up with in trying to justify why that stupid lesson played out like it did feels like copium lmaooo especially since it feels like there's not really any payoff to diavolo ensuring that the only reality that exists is one where lucifer never openly opposed him in front of his brothers >.>;; it's such a weird lesson with such a weird conclusion, and an aftermath that i sped through because i could not get into the idea of my mc being so willing to help belphie bond with his brothers again so fast. i think with all the magical bullshit that they can make the brothers and diavolo pull bc OM has no rules to their magic, they couldve easily had mc come back from their mission to report that te door opened with their touch. then through some magical ritual of some sort, they go and investigate and find that lilith's spirit is just there and was the final sibling that enabled the door to open, and then diavolo channels enough magic through some obscure spell or device to get her to talk to them and belphie or whatever—literally there's so many ways that that lesson could've gone.

instead we have like... whatever the fuck that lesson is and i hate it lol

#chat & colloquy #glorified-monster #also it just feels like that entire thing was written for shock value bc the climax has to have that #oh! you have to travel in time! oh you were killed! oh youre actually a distant descendant of their sister! #like i know good otome writing isnt the norm but... #yeah idk #sorry i just hate the lesson so much and having to think about it while writing for dola's canon made these feelings very fresh #imagine these with like... the fake-real rage of rage quit michael ranting or something #obey me #<-am i really? sure why not

[jangofctts]

(sorry for the format i think but this is loNG WTF IS WRONG W ME ITS INCOHERENT I'M LOCKIN MYSELF UP OFF TO HORNY JAIL I GO) deadass when you nd the boys are days away from being back on coruscant and on shore leave for a minute bc the general got some weird jedi shit to deal with is when u become peak Brat™ like it is so bad even the resident brat fuse can't keep up, the whole squad is screaming, and no one can stop u (yet) like you love teasing the boys but this is next level annoying like lets say max asks u to do something to help him get ready to fuck off for leave and ur just like no💕 i will cause problems on purpose))) he isn't happy and keeps asking while doing other work, realizes he's getting nowhere, and starts w the vague threats “you won’t like what happens if u keep this up” or “you really don't want to do this right now" but u finally do a few things to help before u leave to annoy void bc that man doesn't deal w enough shenanigans apparently...

u help void for a bit but get bored when void is just doing inventory and requisitions asking you how much of this or that nd you start saying "not enough" or "a fuckton" and while he appreciates the honesty it's not helpful but you ask "can't a droid do inventory? they know how to count?" getting a snarky reply of "yeah unlike you" obviously fed up but u continue to annoy him maybe cause mischief w the boys if they're there? maybe get handsy? threaten stupidity? who knows but anything u do is gonna get an exasperated sigh and "i'm gonna tell max about this shit" but what is he gonna do? punish u? [narrator: he, in fact does just that] so this goes on for a while but at some point when you are like 10 hrs out from coruscant max herds u to his quarters but lo and behold it's not bc he needs someone to fix his datapad but bc ur in for the punishment of ur life lol this man must have been planning this since ur first bratty act bc he has a bunch of stuff laid out just for u))) seeing this, u turn on the sad puppy eyes/pouty face and the "but i can be a good girl for u" or "i'm sorry i was just antsy to get back let me make it up to you" but nothing is gonna work now especially when he puts u over his knee.

he's pulling ur pants down over ur ass, revealing ur going commando today and u give him the "whats wrong maxy?" over ur shoulder just before he starts ur punishment isn't he sweet? he only spanks you a few times bc ur real punishment is SO MUCH worse and u realize this when he ties ur hands together over ur head and ties ur ankles together too hmmmmm this was more than u bargained for and u keep pleading with max when he takes his armor and blacks off but he keeps saying "u did this to yourself baby" and that he "can't help now" because "u didn't listen earlier like a good girl" but once he gets situated on the bed u know ur in for it. he grabbed some lube from his drawer and slicked himself up while telling u that "u won't be enjoying this part but i think i will" as he takes a hold of ur legs and lining himself up with not ur entrance but between ur thighs right above ur clit bc surprise! this ass and thigh man is gonna go to town fucking ur thighs while just grazing ur clit every few strokes absolutely working u up but no where near enough to get u off just like he planned. max really does love a good thigh fucking and so do u but he's usually playing with ur clit teasing u until he hits home and fills u up right - this time none of that is happening. u keep whining which just eggs him on more to bully u with "good girls deserve my thick cock but u decided to be a brat hm?" and "brats don't get to cum last time i checked" until he loses his rhythm and shutters as he cums all over ur stomach. he slowly gets out between ur thighs and runs his hands through the mess but ur still whiny so he shushes u with cum slick fingers before he gets up to grab his comlink just leaving the rest to get sticky (so rude)

he calls up void nd hear him say "my hip is acting up could u come look at it later?" with "did ur dumb ass do something again? give me a bit i'll head over" in reply with no idea what is waiting for him when he comes through the door. u have no idea how long it'll b until void comes so u keep trying to plead ur case to max telling him ur "sorry for being annoying and bratty i learned my lesson can i cum now?" but getting a surprising "lets see what void thinks" in return. its at least half an hour until void opens the door to see u tied to max's bed and him hovering over u just taunting and playing with u as he sees fit but honestly at this point nothing can really truly shock void now but this peaked his interest. max tries to explain saying "she was being a br-" "a brat i know i didn't think it would end up like this but" void starts as he takes off his remaining armor and ur begging for SOMETHING since max was so mean not even going near ur pussy (again rude) but thankfully void isn't a sadist (today) and starts teasing u by running his fingers through ur folds, playing with ur clit, and starts opening u up for him.

once he gets u good and wet he starts slowly rocking into u while u keep begging for him to give u permission to cum but he says that "brats don't get to cum they just get used))))" and ur thinkin ur definitely not gonna be cumming anytime soon but this mf just goes straight to pound town w the week/month/whatever he's had and the bratting u've done lol and u start clenching trying to get a rise out of him or get him to say something, ANYTHING but void won't give u the satisfaction of hearing his usual dirty talk, no, this is his version of punishment just letting u hear and feel him fuck u faster as he approaches his orgasm not caring about yours (yet) just feeling u tighten around him until he can't handle it and cums deep inside u just staying there for a minute catching his breath and u think void is done but oh lord no he is very much not lol he unties ur ankles and goes straight for ur pussy eating u out and cleaning up the mess he made inside and out, rutting into the sheets and making u squirm like nothing else maybe max wanders back over to you too and helps him out idk i was just having thots (since everyone is whore knee for wrecker rn i remember sending a wrecker ask a million years ago i can send it again if u want also i have a short fuse thing for u so))))) love being a whore)

ok bye im gonna be checking myself into the fuckin hospital THIS IS PURE GOLD IM

wOw

#I KEPT REREADING #ask #keida answers #cmakars #sunburst squadron

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

Mechanic!harry and YN on their day off and Harry can't help but attack his sleepy girl with morning kisses bc he's Whipped™ af 😩😩

Harry hadn’t planned on having Friday off.

The way everything had worked out at the shop throughout the week, with how many cars he’d been in charge of, he had planned on going in early today to finish up an oil change on a Honda Civic and tire replacements on a Toyota Camry. He would’ve managed to finish by noon, if nothing else arose, and been able to pick up some lunch on his way home to get ready for his and Y/N’s usual Friday movie nights at a nearby theatre.

But when his phone randomly started shrieking at seven in the morning, exactly an hour before he had to be up for work, he immediately felt a cold sting of dread shoot through his veins.

Harry had rubbed at his tired eyes, bringing the sleek black device up to his face and focusing on Liam’s bleary contact picture (a picture he was quite proud of considering it was so rare to catch a shot of someone mid-sneeze). He’d swiped his thumb across the screen, pressing the cold glass surface against his ear and shivering instinctively.

“Hello?” His voice was a deep, garbled mess of sleep and exhaustion and Liam could barely understand the word.

“Harry?”

“No, it’s the Queen.” Harry quips back sarcastically, sighing heavily as he knuckles at his half-shut eyes, trying to rid the sleep from his mind. He then hears faint snickering in the background, which he recognizes as Niall.

To confirm his allegation, the blonde boy’s thick Irish accent crackles through the phone in the form of a mocking cackle. “Someone forgot to iron the Queen’s knickers, it seems.”

Harry ignores the comment, his words coming out with an annoyed bite. “What d’you want?”

“Well, if you’re gonna have that attitude, then I guess I won’t tell you that you don’t have to come into today. See you in an hour, prick.”

He stops his fist mid-rub against his eyelid. “Wait, wait! What?”

”Me and Niall just finished up some of our stuff and thought we could help you out. Finish your cars for you so you won’t have to come in later.”

“Are you serious?” Harry glances behind his shoulder at the softly snoring mound of comforter, pillows and hair that is his sleeping girlfriend, feeling a small, muted pang of excitement inflate in his chest. “That’d be fucking incredible. Thanks so much, Li. God, I owe you big time.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just thank God I offered before Nick did. He did the same for Niall a while back and you should’ve heard what he was gonna make him do to compensate.”

Harry hears a sharp whine in the background of Liam’s side of the call, then Niall’s voice comes through, full of hurt panic and shocked anger. ”I told you not to talk about that ever fuckin’ again!”

”Only because you were willing to do it.” Liam chuckles softly, then the distinct sound of a whack echoes through the phone’s speaker. ”Ow!”

“Okay, well,” Harry interrupts his friends’ scuffle with a light cough, “thanks again. I’d stick around to hear what Niall almost did with Nick but I’m too tired and sleepy and, frankly, am not up to handling your idiocy right now so goodnight.”

“It’s not even night anym—“

Harry hangs up, cutting off Niall’s snarky comment halfway finished.

He places his phone back on the nightstand and yanks the covers over his bare shoulders, snuggling into the mattress and scooting closer to Y/N. He snakes an arm around her warm hips, sighing deeply with content as he pulls her body against his, the comforting heat she radiates mixing with her soft, soothing scent of rosemary and cocoa butter lotion, sinking into his chest and arms and lulling his mind back into a relaxed sleep.

///

Harry wakes up a few hours after, sunlight streaming in through the cracks in the blinds of the bedroom window, casting a muted haze all across the room as it filters through the sheer cream curtains.

His eyes blink open all slow and lazy, cloudy vision gradually clearing up to focus on the blurry shape before him.

Sometime during their slumber, Y/N had managed to roll over in his arms, cuddling further into him until the side of her face was pressed against the front of his naked shoulder. Her own arms are tucked against his warm chest as it rises and falls with a relaxed rhythm, her legs tangled between both of his as her cold feet try to warm themselves up against his calves.

She’s snoring ever-so-softly, her entire face slack with sleep, her eyelashes sitting perfectly pretty on the tops of her lightly flushed cheeks. Her lips are part a bit, her breathing deep as she inhales through her mouth and exhales through her nose, her shoulders rising and falling with the action. Her hair is in a sloppy bun with pieces and strands falling out, framing her cheeks in a manner he finds almost artistic. To him, she looks unbelievably beautiful in her sleep— so pure and mellow and effortlessly gorgeous that it’s border-lining ethereal.

And then she randomly chokes on her breathing, letting out a sharp snort, her face scrunching up and nose wiggling.

Ethereal indeed.

Harry can feel a warm glow start to spread across his entire chest, filling his lungs with a certain form of endeared love that comes out as a gentle chuckle. He reaches a hand up from where it was perched on her supple waist, the duvet sliding down his arm and exposing it to the cold air, causing his fingers to twitch. He takes her chin between his thumb and forefinger, sliding the bigger digit across her bottom lip and across her jaw.

The soothing action causes her to unconsciously cradle her face against the palm of his big hand, her body naturally reacting to his familiar cozy touch.

Harry can’t help himself— she’s just so damn cute. He reaches forward, his gaze flickering from her tinted lips to her closed eyelids and then back down, anticipation causing him to lick his own.

He then sifts his mouth between her’s, sucking at her bottom lip gently and feeling a wave of buzzing wash across his entire face. Her lips are so soft and warm and they feel like home; it doesn’t take a tongue kiss get him melting because, for some magical and unknown reason, something as simple as touching his mouth to her’s is more than enough.

Harry didn’t intend for it to go much further than that. He just wanted a sleepy kiss that he could lock away in his heart to fond over later. But Y/N has him so wrapped around her finger— so utterly, helplessly, whip-cream whipped— he should’ve known it wouldn’t end there. Should’ve know one wouldn’t be enough.

So he gives in, bringing his whole hand up against the side of her face to cup her entire jaw, moving noddles of her hair back from her cheek and tucking them behind her ear in order to get full access. Then, he surges forward and suckles her mouth into his— nothing harsh, but just gentle sucking that should be just enough for her to stir awake.

Harry licks across the outside of Y/N’s top lip, feeling a blush crawling up his neck as his body instinctively reacts to her touch. He pastes several gooey pecks on her mouth, then drifts down across her chin and up the supple mounds of her cheeks, then brushes his damp lips across her eyelids. Down the bridge of her nose, across her creasing forehead, then pooling light kisses in the area right behind her jaw and just under her ear where he knows she’s ticklish.

The disturbance of this particularly soft spot succeeds in stirring Y/N from her slumber, an airy groan stringing her dormant vocal chords, the sound thick and heavy with sleep. Her eyelids crack open slowly, one at a time, trying to see what had woken her up. Her mind is still floating around in her dreams, her brain trying to reign into reality and get her body to respond.

Meanwhile, Harry is still entertaining himself with showering her in kisses, sponging his lips down her neck and across her throat, suckling the skin with need and humming deeply with satisfaction.

The vibrations make the first few sleepy giggles finally escape Y/N.

He grins against her blushing juglar, kissing everywhere with more fervor and swimming in the way she starts to squirm and laugh harder, little blurbs of words managing to get by. “Har—! Harry, what are you doing?!”

“Nothing.” He quips back simply, shifting around and swinging one of his legs to straddle her hips, quickly moving to pin her down against the bed and continue his assault, answering between kisses. “Just— having some— fun— s’all.”

Y/N’s a mess of giggles and shrieks, writhing around in his grasp as he traps her in place with his thighs, pinning her shoulders down with his forearms and cupping her face with his big palms, keeping her from shrinking into herself to escape his attack. “It tickles!”

“Does it now?” He chuckles sarcastically, bringing his face level with her’s and returning her helpless expression with a mocking quirk of his brows.

“Yes! It’s does!” She pants, swallowing thickly and trying to force the smile from her face because it’s probably not helping her case at all, but rather egging him on.

“Good.” Harry states simply, then bends down and glues sloppy kisses all over her face— her cheeks, nose, chin, eyes— everywhere until she’s begging him, between heaps of snorty laughter, to let her breathe.

He lays out on top of her body, his chin resting on her upper chest, right in front of her face. He gives her a grin so innocent and bright that she can’t help but return it, too in love and too happy to even try and pretend to be grumpy. “I thought you said you had work today?”

“Liam called me earlier and said he and Niall would cover for me. I have the whole day off.” Harry’s trailing one of his index fingers up her bare arm, following the slope of her neck (and smirking when her shoulders jolt in anticipation of another round of kisses), curving around the back of her right ear and down her cheekbone, climbing the side of her nose and finally bopping it. “Thought I’d put a little more excitement into our morning.”

“By stampeding me with your mouth?” Y/N deadpans, her lips twitching with fondness.

“The best kind of stampede there is, if you ask me.”

“Hm.”

“Well,” he squeezes her nose in playful spite, “if you’re gonna be rude about it, guess you can make your own chocolate fudge pancakes, then.”

Harry goes to get up and head for the door, smiling to himself triumphantly when he feels the weight of her hand land softly on his bicep. Her voice speaks up with curious meekness. “Chocolate fudge?”

He casts a side-glance over his shoulder, back muscles contracting and flexing in an unintentional yet alluring manner, nodding his head and shrugging his brows in confirmation. “With white chocolate chips, a side of my famous Three-Pepper and Pepperoni Scrambled Eggs, and some pomegranate apple juice I picked up yesterday.”

Y/N sits forward, her head perking up slightly as her eyes fill with the familiar child-like excitement he’s so fond of. “Pomegranate apple juice?”

Harry turns fully now, his baggy sweatpants sitting low on his hips as he reaches up and pushes his messy tuffs of ringlets back from his forehead, Y/N watching with her heart fluttering in her chest as they curl to form swirls that look similar to cinnamon rolls.

He looks good enough to eat— with the tiny dimples on his stomach, his subtle love handles looking so soft and supple, and his tattoos flexing with his movements. Y/N might just skip the whipped cream on her pancakes and settle licking him up instead.

He watches with smug amusement as she ogles him from the bed, the comforter clutched tight in her fists as licks her lips slowly, eyes pasted to the dip of his hips.

“I was even gonna sit you down and feed you,” he drawls on, tutting with fake sympathy. “Sit you right there on the counter and stand between your legs and cut the pancakes into little pieces, just how you like it, and give ‘em to you. But I guess you can do that by yourself, then.”

“Okay, okay.” She says, rolling her eyes but humoring him nonetheless. “ I’m sorry.”

Harry purses his lips in faux thought, pretending to be thinking her apology over. He then crosses his arms over his broad chest, tilting his head to the side cockily, a lopsided smirk curving his rosy lips. “Say you love my kisses.”

“I love your kisses.”

He’s surprised by her immediate compliance— so immediate that he decides to push it a little further.

Harry falls to his knees on the edge of the bed, pushing himself onto all fours and crawling toward his girlfriend slowly, the mattress dipping with his weight. The sun glints off of his tanned skin perfectly, highlighting the lighter shades of brown in his hair and reflecting off the subtle scruff along his jaw. He comes close to Y/N until his hands are propped on either side of her thighs, his face a few inches from her’s. When he speaks, his voice has dropped to a low hum so deep that she can feel it in the pit of her stomach. “What else d’you love about me?”

“I love your pancakes.” She cuts through the tension easily, smiling brightly with all her teeth and attempting to get up but finding herself blocked between Harry’s arms, his shoulder pressing against her chest and shoving her back lightly.

The jade of Harry’s eyes are glimmering with a predatory-like slyness, giving away that they won’t be leaving the bedroom to make pancakes anytime soon. He pushes forward closer, resulting in her having to inch backwards until her back is pinned against the headboard. “What else?”

“I love your hair.” Y/N answers, the corners of her lips twitching up tauntingly as she refuses to give him what he wants. “It’s soft and pretty and smells like apples.”

But Harry is also refusing to back down.

He nudges her nose with his own, trailing it across her sensitive cheeks and brushing his wet lips over her’s, letting the breath of his words wash across them. “And…?”

“And…” Y/N swallows thickly, fisting at the rumpled sheets below her seated thighs as her boyfriend pushes every single one of her buttons like it’s his job. “And your eyes are really pretty, too. They’re really green, kinda like a rainforest green but with—“

“What about my lips?” He interrupts, gazing at her with arrogance flashing in the golden specks of his irises. “D’you love those?”

She shrugs lightly, nodding her head a bit. “Yeah, I guess so. They’re super pink and soft.”

“Hmmm,” Harry hums in amusement, drifting his mouth down the curve of her neck, his nose brushing across her itching skin. “Do you love it when my lips do this?”

He reaches up and hooks a finger into the collar of her oversized P!NK t-shirt, moving the fabric away from her flesh and exposing her shoulder to the chilled air of the room, though the atmosphere is tense and heavy. He pastes gooey kisses on the bare skin, feeling a certain static sting his lips as her body begins to quiver with sensual electricity.

“Y-Yeah…” She breaths out shakily, her head tilting to the side to allow him all the access he wants. “I love it…”

Harry blows on the wet patch lightly, chuckling deep in his stomach when a tiny whimper escapes her bitten lips. He then pulls away, balancing himself on his knees to tower over her. He grabs her hips, pulling her down between his parted thighs until she’s fully on her back against the mattress, looking up at him with wide, doe-like eyes that make his jaw clench and it takes every ounce of will power in him not to shove his cock in her mouth, right then and there. He restrains, however, because he wants to make this a slow burn, both for him and for her.

Harry scoots backwards a few inches until he’s positioned accordingly, then bends forward onto all fours again, bracketing her in between his lean arms and thick thighs. He leans his head down, pinching either side of her shirt between his thumb and forefinger and lifting it up to expose the pudge of her tummy— the same tummy that he loves so fucking much and that he knows is extra sensitive to touch.

He places his hot lips against her stomach, glancing up at her from under his thick lashes, reaching up and shoving a hand through his locks, combing them back from his face. “How about this? Do you love it when they do this?”

He proceeds to sponge his mouth across her tummy, circling her belly button and suckling the skin along her abdomen, loving how she’s jolting against his tongue.

Y/N gulps audibly, her words coming out as a quiet squeak. “Yeah…”

“Good,” he murmurs, continuing to sweep his mouth against her delicate stomach, one of his hands reaching down to pull the comforter over his back to hang across his shoulders.

Then, he begins to untie her Garfield pajama pants painstakingly slow, pulling the loop loose with his teeth as his fingers wriggle into the waistband of the bottoms as well as of her panties, starting to slide them down her hips.

Y/N is gripping onto the sheets for dear life, watching with a bitten lip as Harry nuzzles between her thighs, sucking at her love handles and puckering his mouth against her lower abdomen.

Soon enough he has her pants down her clenching thighs, then over her quaking knees and finally at her ankles, where he sits back onto his heels and presses her feet flat against his bare chest, tugging each cuff off one by one. The bottoms, along with her underwear, are discarded over the edge of the bed, leaving her legs naked to tremble in the cool morning chill of their room.

Harry looks down at his quivering girlfriend with a haughty haze clouding his celadon eyes as he grips each of her legs in his huge hands, turning his face to press a kiss to the knobs of each ankle. He then starts trailing downward, inching forward on his knees with the comforter still hanging over his broad back, casting a dark shadow over Y/N and blocking out the sunlight behind him.

He skims down her calves, licking at them lightly and throwing her legs fully over his shoulders so that her knees bend over them. He collapses onto his stomach on the bed, pushing forward until her thighs are squeezing his neck in anticipation. Harry grabs the duvet in his large fists, pulling it above his head and finally looking up at her.

The dark condescending glint in his irises causes her legs to jerk.

Harry gives her a casual simper, caressing her inner thighs with his lips. “And do you love this?”

He yanks the covers over his head, disappearing under the thick comforter and leaving her utterly blind to what his next actions will be.

She stares up at the creme ceiling with her entire body jittering with anxiousness, glancing down momentarily to see him moving under the blanket. Y/N can feel him shifting her thighs more comfortably over his shoulders, trying to find the perfect alcove to settle into. He drapes his arms over the tops of her thighs, gripping the inner part with his long fingers. Her heels are pressed to the flexing muscles of his back, knees parted to give him as much space as he needs.

All that’s left is for him to do what she knows is coming, but he’s taking his sweet time in order to torture her.

Y/N’s hips are bucking lightly and squirming in premonition, thigh muscles clenching every time Harry as much as breathes.

“Harry…” She whines, toes curling against his sweaty skin and she can feel his back muscles tighten under her heels. “Harry, please…”

There’s a pause in the moment, time seeming to be standing still, and then she can feel his warm breath wash over her dripping core, meaning his lips should be coming any second now.

One of Y/N’s hands jumps into action, shoving under the duvet and wildly grabbing at his hair, twisting the curls between her fingers as she feel his lips brush her folds.

And then he’s sinking nose deep into her cunt without warning, taking her entirely in his mouth and swirling his tongue against the swollen bud of her clit, lapping with wild fervor and suckling roughly.

Her back arches upwards, all control gone from her body as Harry weans it out of her with his prodding tongue and massaging lips, simmering pleasure taking over all of her senses.

She yanks harshly at his curls, throwing her head back as she feels him groaning into her core, his breathing stuttering due to the heat radiating under the comforter.

When he talks, it’s muffled from his full mouth and muted through the blanket, but Y/N already knows what he’s telling her to say. The way he smirks against her cunt gives it all away.

“God, H-Harry, yes! I fucking love it!”

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