#this is the attitude i have when writing it's truly terrible for my ego but it's certainly a lot of fun

[unmitigatedsuperiority]

fuck being insecure about your own writing. any time you write a sentence you love, revel in the fact that in that moment you are actually the greatest writer who has ever lived

#this is the attitude i have when writing it's truly terrible for my ego but it's certainly a lot of fun #rj writes fic

[flickeringart]

Neptune in aspect with Mars

(Read my post about Sun and Moon aspecting Neptune and Mercury and Venus aspecting Neptune)

These planets aspecting each other makes for a curious connection, because in a sense, they represent opposing principles; Mars represents the personal drive and the ability to spring to action, the force that works to impose one’s independent will on the world – Neptune represents the inner urge for emotional unity and the religious/spiritual experience of being merged with the source of life. When these planets are in aspect in the natal chart, the personal ability to carry out one’s will is inextricably linked to redemptive longings. Simply put, Mars-Neptune individuals will put their energy into fulfilling the ego ideal, the perfection of potential that existed before the personality began to form. The personality cannot assert itself in a way that would crush the dream of perfection. Neptune is the dream of purity, the undifferentiated beauty of never having left the garden of Eden. Mars on the other hand is the agent of independence and self-motivated action – he has the purpose of fighting for the individual self which is antithetical to the Neptunian principle of surrender. While the Moon and Venus are quite social; the Moon represents nurturing and care-taking of needs, Venus represents the ability to be loving, affectionate and gracious; Mars is selfish and to a certain extent anti-social – most definitely anti-Eden and its eternal bliss. Subsequently, Neptune paired with Venus or the Moon is a little less of an obvious conflict than Neptune paired with Mars.

The conjunction of Neptune-Mars might cause considerable frustration and unconscious manipulation, because one cannot assert oneself, which is to declare separation, without feeling a deep sense of guilt and shame. It’s a little bit like the Bible story of Adam and Eve eating of the forbidden fruit and immediately becomes aware of sin. This is certainly not an easy phenomenon to deal with. The impulse to avoid accountability for one’s actions can be overwhelming, even if the consequences are perceived to be good. There can be a tremendously inflated sense of righteousness accompanying every move the individual takes because deep down there’s the feeling that one has committed a terrible trespass, that one will be unable to atone for. While the softer aspects, the trine and the sextile, more easily lend themselves to genuine selfless acts and natural inclination to fight on behalf of every bleeding heart and soul in the world through acts of sympathy and kindness, the conjunction usually brings more troubles. There can be an overwhelming feeling of having to do certain things because one cannot stand the idea of being separate from other people. One finds it easy to identify as the martyr or victim, unwilling to take radical responsibility for one’s actions – or if one does it’s in order to self-sacrifice. Often the individual will adopt any ideology that promotes the mass before the individual – often socialism or marxism fits the bill. Neptune is symbolic of undifferentiated reality, blurred edges and passive surrender. It’s not a planet that promotes autonomy and individuation. Not uncommonly, decisions and actions are referred to as byproducts of societal or larger-scale units that have little to do with the poor self. These individuals are usually profoundly dissatisfied with the ways of society because on some level they believe that individual autonomy and agency is a sin – and that the only way to redeem oneself and humanity is through some kind of chaotic dissolution of difference. This urge is seldom conscious, but it is there none the less. Vladimir Lenin had this conjunction and he wanted to revolutionize society to fit the marxist ideology, but really what this means is to overthrow the upper class – to punish those that seem to revel in the delights of Eden, to get rid of the internal shame of being excluded from paradise.

It seems like Neptune-Mars shows up in individuals with the capacity to move a crowd, perhaps most importantly, with the capacity to be the front figure and leader of the masses. Vladimir Lenin certainly affected the masses and so did Napoleon I with the same conjunction. Hassan II of Morocco, known to be one of the most severe rulers widely accused of authoritarian practices and abuses of civil rights had this conjunction as well. These examples are far removed from Neptune’s reputation for denoting empathy, soft-heartedness and sensitivity. However, it might be precisely because of the refusal to abandon the hope of the sweet sweet nectar of paradise that can only truly be accessed in a state of pre-birth if even then, that the outrage is so total. Most children scream when they are born, and this is probably the kind of terrible rage caused by separation that lingers in these people. The sign the conjunction falls in will certainly affect the expression the energies filter through – Lenin had the conjunction in Aries, Hassan had it in Leo and Napoleon had it in Virgo. Virgo is a much more analytical and practical sign than the prideful fire signs of Aries and Leo – consequently Napoleon is famous for his fine skill for method and strategy in war. On his Wikipedia page, it states that Napoleon had a hypnotic effect on people and could bend the strongest leaders to his will in one-on-one conversations. Hypnosis is a marked Neptunian phenomenon. What happens is that the person is able to gently infiltrate the other person’s will – which is quite extraordinary. If someone is receptive and open enough to suggestion, the opportunity and the invitation is there to mold the other through unconscious communion. Since there’s no obvious forcing taking place under hypnosis, the hypnotized person must cooperate on some level – yet it’s not a conscious cooperation which is why the whole phenomena of hypnosis is so unnerving. In general, people would like to think that they are in complete control of themselves, but it’s more of a fancy fantasy rather than an actual reality. We don’t know what we are receptive to and Neptune reminds us of this. He seeps through the most tightly shut doors.

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My own family is quite Neptune dominated and what often happens is that I feel subtly manipulated, yet the manipulation is never fully conscious on the part of the individuals so it becomes difficult to confront them. The times I have, they either take offense or seem genuinely perplexed. It is impossible to confront Neptune, because he works underneath the surface, below the threshold of consciousness. When confronted these types are deeply disturbed that they could’ve imposed something on someone – they either go into a introspective mood, become appalled or proclaim their love and sympathy in an attempt to restore union. My mother has Mars in the 12th house and although it’s not aspecting Neptune, Mars is placed in the house pertaining to this planet and she has Neptune in her 1st house. She never gets angry but people around her certainly do. She is eternally understanding of everyone else’s anger and has acceptance for it, yet she doesn’t respond to any of it on a personal level. She apologizes every time something upsets her. She is never aggressive, yet she does instill subtle guilt through little cues and hints every now and then because it is a sin to have a will that does not align with the crowd that one finds oneself in. Sometimes, when things aren’t the way she wants to see them she doesn’t see them. She presumes that on the most basic level, all people want the same thing, which is probably true on a “soul level”, but sometimes it doesn’t translate to everyday matters. People’s personalities contradict each other and this is no trivial matter – people can and do clash because of individual differences and it can be detrimental to one or all of the individuals involved. However, Neptune doesn’t like to see a clash as a clash – that would be to treat it as a definite fact, which would contradict the fluidity of oceanic union. The frustratingly passive statement “It’s everyone’s fault” or “It’s everyone’s responsibility” is the attempt to not deal with cause and effect while establishing the fact that some abstract common force is always at work. This is neither true nor false but this attitude conveniently keeps everyone “unified” and dependent upon each other.

Admittedly I went with the most gruesome examples when writing about the conjunction, but it goes without saying that not all people with this aspect is going to be a Lenin type – Ryan Gosling, Avril Lavinge and Timothé Chalamet all have this conjunction and they’re all quite popular entertainers in their own ways – they move the masses on some level. Ryan Gosling has a Pisces Rising so his chart ruler is Neptune which makes it particularly strong. He gives off that pure hearted watery eyed look that is extremely mesmerizing to the public – he portrays himself as sweet and compassionate, he seems to have a marked innocence and purity to his outward projected identity. Avril Lavinge has her Sun-Mercury in the 12th house squaring her Neptune-Mars conjunction in the 3rd. She has more of an edge to her personality with a lot of planets in Scorpio but she certainly comes off as a chaotic, intense and absent-minded creative which I would attribute more to Neptune. Her strong rebellious “I don’t care” statements through her music resonates with a lot of people, but so does her more sentimental songs. Timothe´ Chalamet has his Moon in Pisces sextile Mars-Mercury-Neptune and he is quite the stereotypical Neptunian boy – he looks delicate, introspective, dreamy and androgynous, more like an ethereal creature than an earth-bound human. With the conjunction in the 5th house there’s no wonder that he can act and express himself in a very fluid way. Acting and performing musically are the specialities of the Neptune, and if enough components in the chart support the endeavor one might just become famous. The trine and sextile aspect also lend themselves well to these kind of occupations. These people can effectively gain the sympathy of the public because people recognize something of themselves – something pure and unborn, a mutual feeling.

A good example of someone with the trine aspect between Neptune and Mars is Russel Brand. He is quite the Neptunian with an angular 10th house Neptune opposing his Sun and trining his Jupiter-Mars-Moon planets in Aries. Even though he certainly has the fire and energy of an Aries Mars that can sometimes be a bit too much for people he is not only fighting for himself he is fighting for all people. In many ways he’s embodying  universal hope and rage. He is fiery but also very receptive and deeply concerned with not causing any damage or hurt despite his characteristic blunt and direct approach. He has a marked religious/spiritual inclination, which is usually the case with a strong Neptune in the chart. In his early years the longing for Eden was sought through drugs, alcohol and fame, while it has now shifted to a more healthy inner exploration and focus on being of service to people. The soft aspects between Neptune and Mars-Moon-Jupiter planets in his chart helps him to cope with the disturbing Sun-Neptune opposition. In recent interviews, he admits that he still feels the pull of fame and success, yet he knows that if he goes down that path he will lose himself (his Sun) and will ultimately end up disillusioned and dissatisfied. I have the trine in my own chart, and I float aimlessly through life with the notion that things will work out and my actions will come to me, because I can’t plan or control anything. I have learnt that I have to trust the way things unfold, because I have a clear sense that my forced actions won’t lead me anywhere except to frustration and a sense of isolation. The sextile aspect seems to function a little bit more as an asset and a skill for the person to use. Politicians like Hillary Clinton, Angela Merkel and Francois Hollande all have this aspect and they can effectively use their receptivity to the masses and people in general to inform their actions.

Now to the harder aspects. Britney Spears is a good example of the dilemmas created by the Neptune-Mars square. Her Neptune squares Mars in the 12th house, the house belonging to Neptune and Pisces. Because of mental instability in her twenties she was put under a conservatorship which is essentially the equivalent of giving up personal control of one’s personal matters in order for an outside source to manage them until one gains some foothold. Mars is one of the prime factors of personal ambition and autonomy, but when it’s in the 12th it is given up – it is essentially a slave to the undifferentiated realm and subjected all the forces of the unconscious. A 12th house Mars in itself doesn’t have to produce the mess that Britney found herself in, but with it squaring Neptune, Mars is going to get swamped, mislead, confused, manipulated and subtly coerced because of the need for fusion, into doing things that will pull her further away from independent action. Another good example is Kylie Jenner. She has Neptune in her 1st house squaring Mars on the MC. She is publicly known for being part of the Kardashian-Jenner family, but she’s also gained attention because she skillfully created her own brand Kylie Cosmetics and became very “successful” (as in earning a lot of money) due to her own independent action and initiative. However, Neptune is anti-independence – and curiously enough there’s always some dishonesty involved when Neptune makes any hard aspects in the chart. She was declared the youngest self-made billionaire by Forbes in 2019, but, she has later been accused of forging tax documents to appear to be a billionaire. Neptune simply can’t let her be all that her Mars wants to be – a successful business woman with a clean record. Self-sabotage is almost always the case, however minor with this aspect, because Neptune refuses Mars’ need to be potent in the world.

The opposition creates a different dynamic although the dilemma is similar to the square. The person can be called to completely abandon an independent will to take action in favor of the glamour and blissful archetypal experience, not unlike the example of Russel Brand and his indulgence in fame and crowd-pleasing at the expense of his sense of self. The difference between having Sun opposing Neptune and Mars opposing Neptune is that in the first instance one is prone to give up a sense of self in favor of Neptune’s waters, while in the second, one feels the urge to give up the ability to direct one’s own life in order to merge with life around oneself. The opposition usually lends itself to extremism because the two polarities, in this case Mars and Neptune, can’t coexist. Queen Elizabeth II has this aspect, Mars-Jupiter in the 1st opposing Neptune in the 7th. She is on the one hand seen as an archetypal figure, immortal and divine and blissfully kept out of the real world in order to serve as a symbol and a fairytale for people to feel spiritually connected to. She’s non-aggressive, forgiving and compassionate, transcendent of the fuss of the world yet overseeing it all with care. She is essentially functioning to satisfy the religious/spiritual instinct of the masses, although it’s certainly done at the expense of her own selfish wants and needs. Luckily for her, her Mars drive is quite global and collective in nature considering that it falls in Aquarius and is conjunct Jupiter – it keeps her objective and less personal in her martial assertion. However, I’m sure she struggles with the contradiction between her own will and her role as an immortal unreality that would seem to activate itself in the interaction with other people (Neptune in the 7th). Edward Snowden also has this opposition falling in the same houses. His Mars-Sun conjunction opposes Neptune, and he famously leaked information about mass surveillance programs to the press. Neptune has everything to do with leaks and the dissolution of boundaries. He’s both been called a hero a traitor – which perfectly fits with the contradiction that the opposition represents. He certainly made a personal sacrifice by revealing the things he did so he is perfectly shouldering the martyr cape. In any case he did what he did for the public with the concern of other people in mind (Neptune 7th house) he took a non-selfish stance for the sake of a higher ideal and ethical conviction. Both Queen Elizabeth and Edward Snowden are quite extreme in their Neptunian capacity and has taken on fates of mythic magnitude.

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[nationalharryleague]

Portfolio

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: AU, Angst, Boss!Harry

Word count: 3.5k!

Warnings: Domestic violence mention, boss/employee dynamic

A/N: Hi! I decided to write another fic after Overnight was received so well! Again, thank you to anyone who read and enjoyed it! I’m not sure how I feel about this one lol but I think it’s good enough to post. Please let me know if you enjoyed it and send feedback! Thank you for reading!!! More of my writing can be found in my masterlist! 

Part 2

You had always been a teacher’s pet. Growing up, you were the kid who worked hard to get a 4.0 GPA just for the rush of getting a compliment on your intelligence from your teacher. You craved that validation for all the hard work you put in and you just wanted people you admired to like you. And not for nothing, you deserved the compliments. At work, you were the first one there and the last one to leave. You loved your job and it showed.

You were currently working your first job with any real power at an up and coming public relations firm, Styles Public Relations. SPR was quickly growing in size and recognition and being brought onto the team was a dream come true. You loved everything about working there. The offices were beautiful, it paid well, and your ideas and proposals were finally being heard and brought to the public. Well, you loved everything except one glaring, irritating, and gorgeous problem: your boss.

Harry Styles was a striking man. He was tall, impeccably dressed, and obscenely attractive. His skin was perfectly tan and when it got warm in the office you could see  beautiful tattoos revealed by his rolled up sleeves. Those sleeves were worth more than your life and his head-to-toe Gucci ensembles usually showed his wealth off well. He looked like he should be on the front of a magazine, not behind a desk. Well, he was on the cover of Forbes that one time. While he was so nice to look at, the man was anything but nice. He had an abrasive attitude and not much care for pleasantries or mincing words.

Today, you found yourself on the opposite end of his brutal disposition. You had brought a campaign proposal to him for a newly acquired client and he began to rip it to shreds.

“I don’t know why you thought this campaign was a good idea, Y/N,” he told you sternly. “It’s childish, silly, and unprofessional.” Every word he said dug into you. You tried to attribute his harshness to it being Monday, but you knew he would say this to you any day of the week.

“The client said they wanted something more playful to soften their image,” you defended yourself. “I was doing what they asked for.”

“Well, you did a terrible job at it.”

That stung. You had dedicated your life for weeks to this proposal and had expected him to love it. You hoped this was finally the proposal that would secure your position in his good graces. Apparently, not.

“Okay. I’ll restart the project with a different angle.” You moved forward to grab the binder off the conference room table and flee the room back to the safety of your office. You were shocked when he put his own hands on the binder and slid it away from you.

“You’re off the account. I’ll have someone else do a better job,” he spat. Now, that really hurt. Your ego was closely related to your career and you knew you deserved better than this. You did everything you could to hold back your tears, but one betrayed you and fell down your cheek. You believed you saw his hard exterior soften for a split second before his ruthless demeanor returned.

“Fine,” you breathed, never breaking eye contact with the cruel man. “I’ll leave you now, your highness.” The words left your lips before you could fully register them in your own head. You turned on your heel and rushed back to your office, thinking about the insubordination complaint coming your way.

“Did I just get myself fired?” you asked yourself softly when you were finally in the safety of your own office.

The rest of your week passed in a blur. By Friday, you had accepted your fate and decided to get every passive aggressive dig at your boss you could before you carried your things out in a cardboard box. When you saw him around the office, you made sure to make direct eye contact and shoot daggers his way and you responded to his emails with one word answers. You were also producing the best work you had in years. Turns out, spite was a fantastic motivator for you. If he was going to fire you, he would feel bad about it.

As usual, you spent your Friday night typing away in your office. You were a workaholic and had no problem with staying at work late. Unfortunately, so was your new nemesis.

You caught your first glimpse of him after-hours on a trip to the copier. Your next was on your trek to the coffee pot. Later, on a walk around the office to stretch your legs. Each time you saw him, he was in the same spot. He sat at the conference table surrounded by spreadsheets and graphics and stared perplexed at the piles of paper encompassing him. You knew you could go in and ask him if he needed help, but you wanted to watch him suffer. According to him, you would just do a terrible job anyway.

It was about 7 o’clock when you heard a firm knock on your office door. You expected it to be the cleaning crew asking to vacuum your office. With a ‘come in’ your door opened and your boss’ large body leaned up against the door frame, careful not to enter the office he knew he wasn’t welcome in. While you were shocked he was coming to talk to you, you stayed quiet. If he wanted to talk to you, he would have to break the silence. After a few awkward moments, he did.

“Um, I was thinking about ordering dinner if you wanted to join me.” This was by far the nicest thing he had ever said to you other than ‘you’re hired.’

“Well, what are you getting?”

“I’ll buy you whatever you want for dinner if you take a look at the investor relations portfolio I’m working on.” You were taken aback. He was asking for your help. He needs me, you thought as you smirked to yourself.

“Make it the Italian place down the street and we have a deal,” you countered. You didn’t want to spend anytime with him at all but you were taking this as a sign that  1) he wasn’t firing you, and 2) he thought you did good work. Also, their spaghetti bolognese was calling your name.

Soon you were both knee deep in documents and investor information packets. You absolutely could not believe it but the two of you were collaborating well and making real progress on the portfolio. This was the working relationship you always wanted to have with your big shot boss; the opposite of his constant criticism and belittling of your work.

When the food arrived, you both decided to take a break and eat like an entire company’s stock shares weren’t resting on your shoulders. While your conversation stayed surrounding work, it inevitably steered towards the account he had taken away from you.

“So, how’s my campaign doing?” you asked. You knew it was a risky question but you two had been getting along and you decided you needed an update on the account that had become your baby.

“I gave it to Marcus and-”

“Marcus? Really?” You interrupted  him. “Marcus is a shithead.” Your baby deserved better than Marcus.

“You didn’t let me finish,” he said in a joking manner, with a small smile. The smile was just big enough for you to notice that he had dimples. He had never smiled in front of you before. “He’s doing a horrendous job and I was going to give it back to you on Monday.”

“Thank you. I appreciate the second chance,” you confessed. “Can you level with me for a minute?” you asked after a moment of silence. “Why did you rip into me like that? You could have just told me that it wasn’t right for me and taken it away.”

You watched him think for a moment. He scratched at his five o’clock shadow (that was more like a 9 o’clock shadow now) and you could tell he was searching for the right words.

“Because it got you fired up, but I could tell I hurt your feelings and I apologize.” You never expected an apology for the way he acted and you no longer regretted showing him your emotions. He had hurt you and he should feel bad for it. “I thought you were getting complacent in your ideas and you’ve been killing it since Monday.”

“Thank you for the apology. Here I am thinking you did it just to be a dick.”

“Is that what people in the office really think of me?” He looked genuinely hurt and you felt slightly guilty for being the bearer of bad news. But you hoped if he saw it from his fearful employees’ perspective he would lighten up a little.

“Do you want me to be honest?” He nodded his head. “You act like you have a stick so far up your ass it’s touching your brain and that you’re better than everyone else because your suit costs more than my rent.” If he never minced his words, why should you?

“Oh Y/N, tell me what you really think,” he said after a pause with a light chuckle. You were surprised by his reaction. You never expected him to take something like that so well.

“Listen,” you began again. “I understand and respect your toughness on us. But there is a line between criticism and just being mean.” You decided this was a time to call him on his shit, during this very very rare moment of comradery between you. You wanted to have a healthy relationship with him, maybe even a friendship.

“I understand that I can get a bit harsh. It’s just the whole ‘is it better to be loved or feared’ thing. I’ve always thought fear would be the safer option.” You felt like you were getting to pull back the layers of his hard shell and see the human being underneath for a brief period of time.

“But if you were truly loved, no one would ever betray you,” you whispered softly, always the romantic.

“Love has never been reliable, has it?” Your heart broke for him and you realized someone doesn’t become as hardened as he is overnight. Something did this to him.

“What about love being the most powerful force on earth?” you wiggled your eyebrows at him, referring to the slogan for an engagement ring campaign you were both working on.

“Well, when your wife tries to steal the company that you built together and run away to Spain with her personal trainer, love gets a little bit more complicated.” There it is, you thought to yourself. This was the first time he ever felt like a real person to you; not like a teflon shell of anger, wealth, and ambition. His features looked softer and he seemed less like your evil boss, and more like someone dealing with a painful trauma.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” you said softly, genuinely meaning it. “Oh shit, sorry. Mr. Styles,” you corrected yourself. He laughed at your mistake and you watched his dimples reach their full potential. He looked down at the table, obviously a little uncomfortable with his rare moment of vulnerability with the woman who was probably the biggest pain in his ass in the office. Before you knew it, you had decided to share your own uncomfortable vulnerability.

“My ex put me in the hospital while I was still living in New York,” you began, watching his eyes immediately jump to yours and listen intently.

“Oh Y/N, you don’t have to talk about this… I didn’t mean-,” he tried to stop you but you figured if he shared with you, you could share with him.

“No, it’s okay. It’s been a long time,” you reassured him, shaking your head softly. “We were fighting because I found out he had been cheating on me. I had packed a bag and was trying to leave when he pushed me down the stairs of our apartment building. I broke my arm in two places and I had to have a few surgeries.” You rolled up the sleeve of your blouse and showed him the scar that ran down your forearm. You scanned his face and it looked like he genuinely cared about you for a moment. You brushed it off. “After that, I decided I needed to leave New York.”

“Why London?” he said gently.

“I was obsessed with this English boy band when I was growing up,” you laughed. “I guess I romanticised London in my head and decided it might be a good place for a fresh start.”

“While I’m incredibly sorry you had to go through all of that to get to London, I’m very glad that you found your way to me,” he spoke tenderly. His face was serious, but not the seriousness you were used to while getting scolded about your work. It was gentle and like he meant every word he said. You were happy you found your way to this version of him too.

“To the firm, I mean,” he corrected himself and you felt a weird pang of sadness inside of you. You are just his employee, remember that, you thought to yourself.

“I’m happy I found the firm too. If only I could figure out how to deal with my hellish boss?” you asked sarcastically, rolling your eyes dramatically and laughing at him. You realized that this could definitely be taken as flirting, but you decided were okay with that.

“Maybe they’re just trying to push you because you are by far the best campaign director they have,” he said nonchalantly, leaning back in his seat and watching your every movement. You felt your cheeks heat and the rush of adrenaline from finally getting his validation. This was all you ever wanted from him.

“Oh, I know,” you smirked, leaning back in your own chair and studying him as well.

He really was gorgeous. His quaffed hair had fallen over the course of the day and a few stray pieces hung on his forehead. His black dress shirt fit him so well. You were fully able to appreciate the tailored fit after he had shrugged off his blazer and removed his tie, unbuttoning the top few buttons to reveal glimpses of two swallows that sat on his collarbones. A chain that you had never gotten to see hung around his neck, a cross and the Star of David resting on his chest.

“We should get back to work,” he murmured after a few extended moments of staring at each other.

“Probably.”

You two worked for another hour or so before you let out a small yawn and Harry insisted you both call it a night. Although you protested and told him you were fine, he was firm in his demand that you go home and rest. As you packed up your things in your office, he hovered in the room and watched your every move. Conversation was relaxed and casual, not stained with the malice you usually had towards each other.

He took your briefcase from your hands, offering to help as you struggled to carry a poster and a few proposal binders, and carried it as you walked in step with each other out of the office. When you reached the front doors and went to go your separate ways, you were met with a puzzled look on his face.

“Where are you going? The parking garage is this way?”

“Oh, I don’t have a car. I take the tube wherever I have to go.”

“Let me drive you home,” he offered. When you denied his proposal, you were met with a stern, “Let me drive you home or you’re fired.”

Although you fought him the entire walk to his car, asserting that you were fine to take the train, you climbed into his beautiful jet black sports car with a huff and a pout. He had a triumphant smirk on his face that you were tempted to slap off, but decided to take this as a sign from the universe that you just weren’t meant to get blisters from your heels walking home tonight. You watched as his long fingers gripped the steering wheel skillfully and you both sat peacefully, the silence between you only interrupted when you gave him occasional directions to turn right or left. The soft sounds of a Fleetwood Mac song you couldn’t remember the name to flowed through the speakers and his mouth silently lip-synced the words. You admired him the whole drive home and you didn’t want to get out of the car when he pulled up to your building.

You both departed the car, walking around to the trunk where he had stashed your briefcase. Your casual conversations had long passed, both of you beginning to mourn the night you had together. You had enjoyed this night far more than you anticipated and you hoped this would be the first of many late nights at the office that he would join you for. You looked up at him when he handed you your briefcase and you both stood there in silence for just a few more fleeting seconds, neither of you wanting to be alone yet. You were first to break the noiseless night.

“Thank you for dinner and the ride home, Mr. Styles.”

“Please call me Harry,” he said with a subtle smile, stepping up on to the curb, closing much of the space between you.

“I can do that, Harry.” His first name felt foreign on your lips but it was a welcome change.

“Thank you for all your help tonight. I needed your fresh set of eyes on that portfolio.” This interaction felt so intimate; his words hushed and complimentary, intensified by his body’s proximity to yours.

“Whenever you need me,” you breathed, refusing to break the eye contact you were both desperately holding on to.

With one swift step he pressed your bodies and your lips together, backing you up until your body pressed against his car. You dropped your briefcase to the ground and your hands flew up to the base of his neck. He tasted like the lemon cookie he had ordered for dessert and you smelled his intoxicating cologne as you drank each other in. His hands snaked their way under your blazer and rested on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to him. His kiss was deep and demanding and you weren’t sure if you ever wanted it to end.

This morning you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him and mere hours later you were ready to bring him up into your own. He was infuriating and rude and knew just how to push your buttons. But, he also seemed to be gentle, kind, and thoughtful when he wanted to be. Harry Styles was an enigma. You couldn’t wrap your head around him and it drew you to him even more.

Your bodies flowed in perfect sync with one another and your open-mouthed and hungry kisses were so hypnotizing you couldn’t think. Harry was the only person that existed to you anymore, tuning out the murmurs of a passersby, and anywhere your skin touched his was lit on fire.

Finally coming up for air, you breathlessly peeled your lips away from the other. You both refused to break your eye contact, your hands gripping tight to his biceps to steady your weak legs, and scanned each other’s faces.

“You have a little something,” he murmured, reaching to wipe your smudged red lipstick from your bottom lip with his thumb. You leaned into his touch and smiled up at him.

“So do you,” you panted, staring at his lips that were now stained red.

You both just stood there for a little while, soaking up the other’s company before you pulled away and things got more complicated. He was your boss after all, was this even allowed? Did he want to be something more than coworkers? If things ended poorly, would you still be able to work together? Would he be nicer to you now?

“It’s late. You should get some sleep,” he eventually broke the silence and your spiraling thoughts.

“I agree. You worked me real hard today,” you smirked at him, unable to pass up the innuendo. An amused grin spread across his lips and he took a step back from you, releasing you from his grip against the car. He gathered your things you had dropped on the ground during his assault and handed them back to you.

Harry leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek that lingered a little too long to be considered friendly. It made your cheeks burn.

“I’ll see you Monday, sweetheart” was the last thing he said to you before he climbed back into his car and drove off into the night.

Part 2

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Angus Young - NSFW Something Different

You felt so guilty for what happened the night before. There wasn’t anything in particular that you did wrong but you felt bad because you knew you hurt Ang’s feelings. He knew you didn’t mean anything by it. Angus is a very sweet and sensual lover but sometimes you wished that he would be just a little bit rougher. It wasn’t that sex wasn’t amazing with him because it was, you just wanted to spice things up a bit. You’ve never brought it up to Angus not wanting to hurt his feelings, you know, if he got his feelings hurt by you not being in the mood you could only imagine how he would feel when you told him you wanted him to do something different. He knew every place to touch, kiss, suck, lick, everything, he truly was amazing. He knew your body almost better than you did and this is why you felt so bad.

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You had just stepped out of the bathroom from a long shower when Angus started kissing your lips sweetly and running his fingers through your wet hair. “You’re so beautiful angel.” You smiled against his lips. He moved his lips to your neck and gave wet feather-like kisses and this made your head fall back. One of his hands held the back of your head while the other held your hip. His lips trailed down to your collarbone and he lightly sucked. Just enough to feel it. You snapped out of the trance that he put you in by jerking and looking at him. “Are you okay, angel? What’s wrong? Did I do something?” He gave you the sweetest, most panicked look.

“No baby. Just not really feeling it.” You felt awful but it was true. You loved sex with him, you just wanted it different. 

“Okay.. Are you sure I didn’t do anything? I’m so sorry if I die-” 

“Angus, baby, you’re just fine. I promise.” He gave you a small smile, not really believing you. You couldn’t be mad at him. How could he know what you wanted if you didn’t tell him exactly what you desired? He couldn’t. 

The rest of the night Angus seemed kind of distant. He still cuddled with you and made you the hot tea you could never figure out how to make like he does. When it was time for bed he still held you in his arms and rubbed your back until you fell asleep. Right before you got there he told you that he loves you and how beautiful you are. You smiled into him, too tired to respond back, you hummed. He watched you sleep while thinking about what in the world has got you acting so off when it comes to sex the past few weeks. You guys still had sex but he noticed how you had seemed kind of shy and distant when it was usually you who instigated it. He petted your hair until he succumbed to his tiredness. 

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While you sat at your desk in the office of your shared home, typing out the chapter of your next book on the typewriter, feeling awful guilt from the night before, Angus was in the studio recording the album Highway to Hell. 

“Angus, what is the problem?” Malcolm said rather loudly when Angus seemed to not quite grasp the riff he had just played for the guys a few days before. They were going over the next song as a whole before it was officially recorded in the rehearsal area, though Bon still hadn’t written any lyrics.

“Piss off! I’ll get it. Just give me a second.” 

“I’ve given you several seconds.” It was the brother in him. 

“I’m trying here mate!” Angus was so off. His playing, his attitude, demeanor, everything. 

“Just let him be, Mal. Maybe he didn’t get laid last night.” Bon half joked. Angus shot him a look. 

“That’ll do it.” Cliff said through a smile. 

“Ah! So that’s the problem isn’t it? Can’t get the pussy off your mind can you mate?” The guys giggled, even Malcolm. The problem was is it did have to do with sex, he wasn’t pent up because the two of you didn’t get intimate the night before - well, kind of - he just could not figure out for the life of him why you were acting so weird about having sex with him. Bon almost felt bad when he saw the next look on Angus’ face. It wasn’t of anger or frustration but bewilderment and a hint of embarrassment. “Ang, what is going on?” 

“Nothin’ Bon. Just having an off day.” By this time, Phil and Cliff were noticing that something was for sure not right. Malcolm felt bad for getting so frustrated with him. Ang is his baby brother and he knows when something’s wrong, and something is very wrong. “Can we run it back again? I’m sure I’ll have it this time.” Malcolm sighed and gave Phil the ‘go ahead’. 

“One, two, three, four!” Moments into the song Angus messed up the riff… again. He not so calmly said ‘fuck this’ and angrily put his guitar on it’s stand and stormed out of the rehearsal room. Bon, Cliff, Malcolm, and Phil looked at each other in total confusion. 

“I don’t know.” Malcolm stated as he shook his head. 

“Did he get into an argument with Y/N?” Phil asked. “He always gets like this when they have a fight.” It’s not that you two fought often and that’s why it always fucked Angus up terribly when you guys did. 

“Not that I know of, no. Usually he calls me asking how to fix it. I’ve never seen him so nervous as when they bicker. It’s almost funny watching him panic about her being pinched with him.” Malcolm chuckled. “Hell, maybe that’s what it is. Maybe she’s just stressed about her new book and he’s taking it personal.” Phil, Cliff and Bon nodded to each other, the idea making complete sense. 

“Little guy takes everything personal.” Bon stated matter-of-factly. 

“True.” Malcolm smiled, chalking Angus’ odd behaviour to his sensitivity. All four of them laughed at the realization of how sensitive he can be. Malcolm was still worried though. He figured the two of you would be fine, he’s worried about time in the studio. 

Angus stormed out into the open backyard of the building the studio was located. He lit up a cigarette, feeling bad because he knew you didn’t like it when he smoked, you wanted him to be healthy. Angus just needed to take the edge off. 

“There you are, mate.” Angus jumped at Malcolm’s sudden voice. Malcolm chuckled. 

“Christ, Mal! You scared the bloody piss out of me!” Angus stated harshly. He took another drag of his cigarette and looked at his worried brother noticing how Malcolm had his hands in his pockets looking at the cancer stick. “Argh, alright. Have a light.” He handed Malcolm his pack with a lighter stuffed in there. 

“Thanks.” Malcolm said in a low voice. “Hey, doesn’t Y/N not like when you smoke these?” 

“No… she doesn’t. She says they stink and will kill me. I suppose she’s correct.” Angus’ eyes always lit up when it came to you but he seemed a bit sad when Malcolm brought up your care for your lover. “I can’t seem to do anything right lately so what does it matter if I do smoke..” Malcolm rolled his eyes and Angus’ comment. Ang knew he was being a bit of a baby but he didn’t care at the moment. 

“Listen, Ang, everyone has their off days but you have to push through them. I’m sure the mess ups on the riff are just you overthinking it.” Malcolm was usually right when it came to these things but today it wasn’t that he was overthinking the guitar, it’s that he couldn’t think about the guitar. Malcolm knew it wasn’t the guitar he was thinking about but he had to get Angus to talk somehow. 

“That’s it, Mal. I can’t think about music right now.” His brother hit the nail right on the head. 

“Well, then what’re you thinking about? Did you and Y/N have a fight?” 

“No. Everything has been great. We get along, we’re goofy, always joking, she’s perfect, she’s just seemed distant.” Now they were getting somewhere. 

“She’s probably just stressed about writing her book, like how you get stressed about the music. Nothin’ different.” 

“It’s not that. Yes, she’s stressed but she’s been normal... but distant.”

“Please explain to me how one can be normal and distant… because you make no sense.” Angus gave him a side eye and took a few moments to answer, trying to get the courage to tell his older brother what was actually bugging him.

“She’s just seemed to shy away sexually the past few weeks. I mean we still have the most amazing sex everyday, almost two or three times a da-”

“Okay, go on.” Malcolm loved his brother but he didn’t want to hear all of the details of his sex life. Angus rolled his eyes. 

“As I was saying… She just doesn’t seem as into it. Like last night, she got out of the shower and I started to kiss her a bit and she kind of shrugged me off. Y/N is usually the one who is trying to get me to do the dirty but she acts like she wants none of it. I asked her if I did something and she said no.” Malcolm listened closely. He felt bad because he knows what it feels like to have the woman you love the most not want to be physical. 

“Have you tried talking to her about it after that?”

“No. I don’t want to make her feel like she has to get in bed with me whenever I want because that’s not it. I just wonder if I’m doing something wrong.” Angus actually seemed hurt. 

“Maybe it’s what you’re not doing.” Bon said through a smirk. Angus jumped ever higher than when Malcolm scared him. 

“What the fuck! You guys make me piss me shorts when you come up behind me like that!” 

Phil, Cliff, Bon and Malcolm giggled. “Oh so you were all listening, huh?!” Angus asked angrily. He felt like his ego couldn’t get bruised much more than it already had been. 

“Bon heard ‘sexually’ and came running.” Cliff explained. “Come inside. It’s easier to eavesdrop if we’re all in the same room.” Angus gave him a dirty look. 

“Listen here you fucker, I oughta kic-”

“Angus, you’re not gonna do shit, now come on.” Malcolm said through a smile. Angus drudgingly followed them inside. 

Everyone found a seat inside and Bon was sitting in front of Angus with a smile and his legs crossed, like a therapist. 

“Will you please wipe that stupid looking smirk off your face?” 

“My gosh, Ang. Do you need your dick sucked?” Phil made a joke out of the issue.  

“You guys, guys. Come on now. That’s enough.” Malcolm said. “Angus maybe you do need to talk to Bon about this because when it comes to sex, you know he’s the one to go to.” Angus gave Bon a look of defeat and Bon grinned harder than before, liking the recognition of having a good reputation with women.

“Talk to me, little one.” 

“Well, you liste- don’t fucking call me that.” Bon couldn’t hold back his ornery smile. He thought for a second.

“Is sex always the same? Do you guys fuck only in one place, in only one way?” 

“No.” Angus knew you liked different positions. 

“Okay, that’s good. How many places and positions?” Bon asked seriously. 

“What does that have to do with anything?!” 

“Just answer the damn question.”

“I don’t know, two or three. Each.”

“What positions and where?” Angus gave him a look but reluctantly answered. 

“Cowgirl or missionary.. Either in bed or on the couch..” Bon gave him a look of disapproval. 

“Is it sweet and slow?”

“Usually, sometimes a bit quicker.” 

“But still sweet.”

“Yes.” 

“Does she wear the pants in the relationship?” 

“...yes.” Cliff, Phil, Bon and even Malcolm all gave each other a look, knowing what Bon was going to advise next. “What?” Angus asked, feeling left out.

“Maybe she wants you to absolutely ravage her.” Angus choked. The guys giggled. 

“I could never! I don’t want to disrespect her and much less hurt her!” 

“But Ang, maybe that’s what she wants.” Phil teasingly explained. “You know. Pull her hair, choke her, maybe even smack her..” 

“Spit in her mouth, spank her, call her every degrading word or phase you could think of..” Cliff suggested. Angus was disgusted; not by the acts but by the thought of making you feel bad about yourself. 

“Listen, I know you don’t want to hear this, sometimes Linda wants it like that.” Angus looked at his brother with wide eyes. “Not all the time but sometimes that’s what she prefers and don’t get me wrong it can be very arousing.” 

“Angus. You’re not going to hurt her or make her feel shit if that’s what she wants. If you feel like you’re just treating her like the soiled little groupies, you’re not. It’s to please her and you please her because you love her, if that’s what she wants it’s not a sign of disrespect, it’s love believe it or not. She’ll feel empowered. It sounds crazy but I promise you that.” Bon explained. It sounded so stupid but it’s true. If you love a woman, you’ll do what pleases her. It started to click with Angus. 

There were several silent moments in the room before Angus spoke up. “I can’t just walk in and tell her she’s a slut then choke her.. What if that’s not what she wants..” The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea.

“That’s why you ask her, you bloody goof.” Phil said. 

“How do I do that?” 

“It amazes me how someone who is so confident and powerful on stage is such a pussy in real life.” Phil said as he was examining his drum sticks. 

“I am not a pussy.” said Angus. 

“Meh, kind of.” Angus just stared at Phil. 

“Alright now that we’ve got that out of the way are you guys ready to go back to work?” Everyone was actually surprised that Malcolm let them take up this much time without music, so they all agreed it was time to accomplish something. 

Meanwhile, back at home you decided to take a break from writing. You knew you needed to tell Angus why you’ve been so distant. You hated seeing him hurt so you figured why not hit two birds with one stone? Wear some super sexy lingerie to apologize and to make you feel more confident in telling him all the dirty things you want. You remembered there was a set you’d never worn for him just because of lack of occasion, these were the things you wanted to do. Wear the sluttiest things when he got home from a long day at the studio and get on your knees for him at the door. You wanted to show him how much you appreciate him. He usually got home about the same time everyday so you figured there was no better time to do this than now. 

You curled your hair and put on the lightest makeup, just to give it a little extra something. Digging through the drawer where you kept your panties you found the strappy, black lace bra, panties, garter, and stockings that accentuated your body in all the right places. You couldn’t stop looking at yourself in the mirror and admiring how you looked, how you felt. Prancing around the house in your smutty atire you poured yourself a glass of wine. Angus wasn’t the biggest drinker and in turn you weren’t either so the smallest amount of alcohol would give you a light buzz. 

You passed by a mirror in the hallway and decided to rough your hair up a bit, making it look a bit sexier. The garage door opened and you heard a car door slam. Moments later a door opened and shut. 

“Y/N. I’m home, baby! Where are you?” Angus’ sweet voice called out. He saw the bottle of wine sitting on the counter and figured you were having a drink in your office, trying to get work done. He put his things down and headed for your office around the corner. 

“Angus, I’m upstairs!” He smiled at your voice and quickly hopped up the stairs. 

“How was your da-” Angus saw you leaning on the doorway of your shared bedroom. “Holy shit.” You giggled. “What uh, what’s got you all dressed up, angel?” He asked as his eyes trailed along your body.

“No reason in particular, just wanted to. Do you like it?” The grin on your face told him that you knew he did. He stepped towards you and you laced your fingers in his belt loops pulling him into you as you backed the two of you towards the bed. He couldn’t stop his eyes from trailing up and down. You looked so sexy and he couldn’t decide which part was the sexiest. “You know I really think we should try something... what do you think?” This snapped him out of his thoughts. Were the sex gods really allowing him to get out of the question of asking her what he needs to do to get her off? Could he really be that lucky? Angus nodded his head slowly lifting his hands to your waist. 

“That’s funny that you say that, angel. I was going to ask you the same thing.” 

“Yeah?” You said in a low voice. “What do you want to do to me... daddy?” You smirked and bit your lip. Angus pushed you on the bed, the word daddy making him go crazy but the word giving him the permission to do what the guys recommended. 

“I want to get rough with you.” Angus started, running his hands along your body, you moaned. “I want to pull your hair.” He put his head in your neck and sucked and bit between sentences. “I want to choke you.” You reached your hand in his hair and tugged. “I want to spank you... I want to make you scream... make you beg... slap you... spit in your mouth...” By now your whole body was writhing under him. 

“Daddy, please. I want you to treat me like a dirty little whore.” Angus grunted, standing up he pulled you with him. 

“On your knees.” You obeyed. He unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down just enough so his cock could spring up in front of your face. You licked your lips, looking up at him with big eyes. “Suck.” You took his cock in your mouth and he put his hands on the back of your head and pushed. Gagging on his cock, you became extremely wet. This is what you wanted. You wanted Angus to be rough with you and treat you like a slut. 

With his cock inside your mouth and a hand in your hair he held the side of your face. “You’re so fucking pretty like this baby. You know that? You look so good with me cock down your throat.” The only thing you could do was look up at him through your lashes with tears and mascara running down your face. It turned you on to see him in such intense pleasure. Angus would go from staring intently at the scene in front of him to throwing his head back. You could see the sweat starting to form on his face but the two of you were just getting started. “You love it when I treat you like this don’t you baby? Making you choke on me cock..” His accent, his attitude, absolutely everything about him in this moment made you want to do things you couldn’t even explain. “You like it when I treat you like a slut? Hm?” He pulled his cock from your mouth and lightly smacked your face. You moaned. 

“I love it when you treat me like this daddy.” Angus gave you a sinister chuckle. By this time you had spit all over your face and hands; it ran down your chest and into your lap. He smacked your face again. “Mmm. Daddy, fuck.” 

“Get on the bed.” He grabbed your panties and pulled them down roughly. Once they were off Angus ran his nails down your thighs and this made you gasp. “You like that baby? Do you like it when daddy gets rough with you?” You moaned. He then rolled you over so you were on your stomach. He ran his fingers up your back and unhooked your bra. You flipped your hair to the side as you looked back at him. The look on his face was pure seduction, pure trance. His hands were squeezing your thighs and he reached down and licked your left thigh. 

“Angus, fuck.” *SLAP* He smacked your ass hard and this made you yelp.

“Bad girl. You’re daddy’s bad girl. Call me daddy.” He went back to licking, nipping and sucking your thighs. 

“Daddy, please fuck me, I want you to fuck me so bad.”

“Patience, angel.” Angus’ tongue trailed up your right ass cheek and his left hand reached your hair and yanked back. 

“Oh shit, daddy. Mmm.” The giggle that came out of your mouth when you hummed could’ve made him lose the little control he had left. By now Angus was straddling your ass and you could feel his warm, hard cock on your ass as he still had your head pulled back by your hair. You looked up at him with the sweetest eyes and he hummed. His right hand went to your neck and he lightly squeezed. “Mmmm.” He then lightly smacked your face. “Daddy.” He smacked again. “Ah, daddy.” 

Angus shifted his weight off of you, told you to roll back over and placed your hands above your head. He straddled you once again and he leaned down, hand on your throat, hand by your head balancing himself above you, giving you the deepest, nastiest, sexiest kiss. He bit down on your lip and you moaned. “Oh you dirty girl, like that don’t you?” You nodded frantically. He slid down your body putting his face in front of your warm pussy. “Keep your hands above your head for me, angel.”

Angus’ fingers ran lightly up your soaking wet slit and up to your clit. Your back arched and you let out little pants. His soft lips met your clit and his fingers slipped inside your pussy. Slowly moving his fingers in and out Angus gave sweet licks to your clit and you moaned loudly.

“Daddy, that feels so good. Mmm! Please don’t stop.” You started grinding your hips into his face as he moved his tongue and fingers faster. Angus felt your hands move to his hair and he immediately stopped. You whined.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands above your head?” Your hands flew back above your head, but it was too late; Angus gave a hard slap to your inner right thigh. You arched your back and let out a loud moan. You honestly didn’t think he’d get into this but it’s exactly what you wanted. “Disobey me again and I’ll bend you over me knee.” He dug his face back in between your thighs. You wished your hands were in his hair tugging and pushing his tongue harder into you, but you didn’t want to risk making this stop, as hot as getting spanked sounded. Your fingers twisted the bedsheets and you ground your hips into his face even harder causing him to hold your hips down with his left arm, his right still working his fingers hard. The sounds leaving your mouth could’ve shattered windows. 

You were so close to cumming and he knew this because your moans always got louder and louder. He felt your walls tighten around his fingers and he stopped. If looks could kill, Angus would’ve dropped dead. 

“Seriously?!” You were so pissed at him. 

“What angel?” Angus asked innocently. 

“Why did you stop?” 

“I don’t want you to cum yet.” He said simply. “I want to make you beg for it.”

“Daddy, can I please cum?” You asked him nicely. 

Angus thought for a minute, “No.” He began giving sweet kisses to the insides of your thighs. 

“Please, daddy. I’ll be a good girl for you. I’ll do wha-” The phone by the bed started ringing and Angus got an idea. 

“Answer it.” You gave him a look of confusion. “Answer it, angel.” You picked up the phone. 

“Hello… Oh hey Bon. I’m doing good, how are you… Well that’s good to hear… Yeah, he’s right AH.” Angus put his fingers back into your tight hole. 

“Keep the conversation going.” You looked at him as if he was crazy, but he buried his face in your pussy. 

“Y-yeah. I’m okay. Are you good?” You were trying your hardest to keep your voice steady on the phone. “Oh good. No-oh he hasn’t. He hasn’t had the cha-ah-nce to… He’s been cooking.” You could feel Angus smile against your clit. “Yes, Bon. I swear I’m f-fine… It’s co-ming along… The-re’s only a few ch-ah-pters left…” You didn’t know this but Bon had a pretty good idea on what was happening. He’s heard the two of you through hotel walls and it sounded awfully similar. The entire situation had your head spinning with pleasure and you could feel yourself on the edge. “I told you, he’s co-ooking… mmmhhmmm…” You whined. Angus was now hitting your G-Spot perfectly with his fingers and had his tongue making circles on your clit. You hit your peak and seemed to forget that you were on the phone with his band mate. “Agh. Fuck! Oh my god fuck that feels so good. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” By now you had dropped the phone by your head and were letting out a long string of moans and curse words while your whole body was shaking. Your hands were in his hair but he kept going. “Mmm. Fuck, daddy it’s too much, it’s too much.”

Bon was still on the other end of the phone and he felt almost like a proud brother. Angus took his advice. He didn’t necessarily mean fuck you on the phone but clearly he was taking control by making you talk to Bon while he was sweetly torturing you. He had only called to ask if you guys wanted to go out for a few drinks, maybe to knock the edge off for the two of you but it had seemed like all was working out just fine. 

By now Angus had slowly come to a stop and was rubbing your thigh looking up at you with a smile. He climbed up and gave you a sweet kiss, letting you taste your own juices on his lips. He grabbed the phone.

“Hello… Oh hey Bon!” It slipped your mind that he was on the phone and you gave Angus a panicked look but he smiled at you letting you know that it was all okay. “Yeah… I think I got it figured out…” An idea entered your mind. Payback. Angus had never pulled up his pants from the blowjob earlier so you slid down the bed and took his cock in your hands. “Ye-AH. Mmhmm..” You gave him a devious look and took him in your mouth. “N-no. She’s ri-ght here… Fuck. Bon I gotta go..” 

Angus walked into the studio praying that Bon hadn’t told the guys about events of the night before but he knew better.

“Hey daddy.” Cliff said rather loudly and Angus went white. “What? Does it only turn you on when Y/N calls you that?” The guys giggled. 

“Yup. Sure fucking does, asshole.” Angus gave Bon the dirtiest look.  

“Don’t look at me like that! You’re the one that told her to stay on the phone…” Bon said through a Chesire-cat smile. “I finished the lyrics to the song we were working on… It’s called ‘Touch too Much’.” Everyone gave each other knowing looks, because Bon had told them about you telling Angus that it was too much last night. 

“I hate you.” 

“I love you more… daddy.” Everyone gave a loud laugh, Angus even cracked a smile. 

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Warren Worthington- Dumbass

requested: Hey could you do a Warren x Reader where they don't get along (all that good angry flirtatious arguing energy) but they get stuck trapped somewhere when a mission goes wrong and he has a cut or something on his back and she has to like clean it or stitch it up or something but she keeps brushing her hands over his wings bc it's really close to them & he gets all ooh lala and then there's smut? Especially if it's all angry sexy time bc they don't like each other but then it's fluffy at the end?

A/N: hi so this is short but i have a lot of requests to do so pls bare w me :) ALSO this is bad bc i havent written in so long but itll get better (i hope ahha)

word count: 1000 exactly lmao

warnings: cussing, smut, choking if you squint, unprotected sex bc i’m too lazy to write in a condom

It took all of 30 seconds for the mission to go completely fucking sideways. They were supposed to be taking down an enemy plane, nice and easy, just like they had done in the past. But maybe... (Y/n) pushed a little too hard with the fire and accidentally caught Kurt’s tail on fire... and maybe Kurt panicked and bamfed out of there, leaving his station open.. which maybe left Warren unguarded while he was on look out... which maybe led to both (Y/n) and Warren to get captured while the rest of the crew barely got away. But she would never admit that. 

“This is all your fault! If you hadn’t tried to take on three guys at once then you wouldn’t have blown up Kurt!” 

(Y/n) rolled her eyes from her corner, “It was not three guys! It was only two and I did NOT blow up Kurt! He bailed on the mission so it’s not my fault!”

“Either way, I got shot with burning hot metal from your end and attacked by dudes from Kurt’s end so I’m gonna blame you.”

“Fine then.”

“Fine.”

 They were currently sitting across from each other in a small cell on the enemy territory, waiting for the others to return and bust them out. 

“Actually, by the way-” (Y/n) wasn’t about to lose this argument against Warren of all people. She couldn’t stand the guy- his cocky attitude or his huge ego. God he was annoying as fuck.

“Just shut up, (Y/n).”

“No! You can’t blame this on me-”

“Shut up! You’re giving me a headache.”

“Make me, asshole.”

He opened his eyes and looked towards her, “make you?”

“Unless you’re scared, Worthington.”

“Fine, princess,” He stood up and walked towards her side of the cell.

“I hate when you call me that, you know.”

He smirked, “Sure you do.”

Suddenly, he went in for a kiss, grabbing her hips and pulling her towards him. (Y/n)’s eyes went wide at first, but slowly she relaxed into it. He bit her bottom lip, asking her to open her mouth. As soon as she did, his tongue entered, exploring her mouth. His hands moved from her hips to her ass, grabbing it.

He pulled out of the kiss, “Are you okay with this?”

Out of breath, she only nodded, grabbing his hair and pulling him back in. Without a bed in the cell, he had nowhere to move towards except the wall. She felt her back come in contact with the cold brick while her hands moved to slide up his shirt, tracing over his muscles. Warren pulled away and struggled to get his shirt off and over his wings, during which (Y/n) slipped off her shirt and pants. 

When he looked up again, she was just in her bra and underwear. 

“Jesus Christ.”

“Nope, it’s just me.”

Warren rolled his eyes while (Y/n) held back her laughs. “God, shut up. That was terrible.”

(Y/n) quickly came back into focus as Warren started on his belt. 

“Let me get that.”

She sunk to her knees, putting her clothes under her to make it more comfortable. Then her hands moved to unbuckle his belt and shimmy his pants down. Once they hit the floor, Warren let out a sigh of relief, no longer constrained against the tight material. 

(Y/n) worked on palming him through his boxers. Warren’s voice got caught in his throat the second her hand slipped under the thin fabric and ghosted along him. 

“F-fuck.”

She wrapped her hand around him and felt him grow harder in her grasp. (Y/n) used her thumb to spread the precum from his dripping tip and pump him a few times. Warren’s moans were like heaven. 

“O-oh fuck-(Y/n)”

She finally pulled his boxers all the way down, taking his tip in her mouth, sucking hard on it.

“God-fuck” Warren pulled her off by her hair, “As-fuck- as much as I love that, I don’t want to finish too early. How about your turn?”

(Y/n) stood back up and pulled Warren in for another kiss while his fingers wondered down towards her pussy. He used her slick to wet his fingers before slipping one in. His lips moved to her neck as he added another finger, thrusting in faster now. (Y/n) wasn’t sure what to focus on- his lips sucking a hickey on her neck or his long fingers rubbing against her sweet spot.

“Warren-please”

He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean, “please what?”

“You know what.”

He pushed her against the wall once again, “I want to hear you say it, princess.”

“Please fuck me.” 

Warren lifted one of her legs up to his waist and swiped his tip over her entranced, lubing himself up with her natural juices. “You ready?”

She nodded and he pushed the tip in, “fuck,” they both said.

Warren let out a groan as he pushed all the way in, (Y/n) gasping when he was finally fully sheathed inside of her. 

Warren pulled his hips back and pushed forward slowly, making (Y/n)’s nails scrape down his back, hitting his sensitive spot between his wings.

“Shit-”

Warren began to snap his hips back and forth, groaning in (Y/n)’s ear as she moaned in his. He gained speed as he pistoned in and out of her quicker and quicker.

“Jesus-fuck Warren-”

With her nails scratching in just the right spot and the clenching of her walls, Warren knew he couldn’t last much longer. He moved a hand to her throat and squeezed, making (Y/n) scream out. 

After a few more thrusts Warren finished and dropped to his knees to finish off (Y/n). She came soon after, legs trembling as Warren’s tongue explored deep inside of her.

The two took a second to catch their breath before getting dressed again.

“so... can we do that again sometime?”

(Y/n) looked at Warren, eyes wide in shock after truly realizing what happened, “Fuck yes.”

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“SHOULD I TRY?”

GILLY LOPEZ X READER

@chibsytelford asked: Reader sees Gilly, Coco, EZ, and Angel in a bar and they all have been eyeing her up, Coco, EZ and Angel all try their luck with her but she is only interested in Gilly. He finally gets enough confidence to ask her out on a date 😊

Serie Index. Chapter 1.

Word count: 2115

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. English isn’t my first language, I’m sorry if I have some mistakes with grammar. At first, it's gonna be one-shot but I truly like this idea, so I'm gonna write three chapters. Who knows? Maybe more.

You can't remember when was the last time you went out with your friends aka work-mates. But it's friday and have some beers and dance it's better than stay at home with Netflix on and eating cold pizza. So, here you're in front of the mirror. Black shorts high-waist and a body of the same color. Your hair is a goal to anyone this night, falling on your back like a brave waterfall. You also decided to wear those pair of Nike classic shoes, because night is young and you're not a high-heels fan. Make up on point, something soft and natural. You can't be more proud. And of course, a good outfit needs a leather jacket. Belongs to your mother, he gave you at your sixteen' before you found it in an old box, with some 80's stuff. Vintage as fuck.

You meet your friends at “Freakin' out”, a bar where you can listen and dance all kind of music; pop, latin, rock... Lots of cultures at the same local. It's one of your favourites places of Santo Padre, people there is kind and fun, the only things you need after a looooong week working without a break. “Hey, (Y/N)!”, you know Debbie is already drunk when she starts to shake a hand on air with a lot of energy and a happy smile in her lips. Oh, for god's sake. You also know that probably you'll have to bring her home, 'cause she'll not remember her own name at the end of the night.

“What's up, guys?”, you said, giving a hug to everyone at your table. You take a sit by Alex's side, your best friend. You met him four years ago at the supermarket. A random day talking about tomatoes and carrots, 'cause you love cook and those ones are your worst enemies in a sauce. That was pretty fun and you two always remember that fact when you're drunk. “What are you drinking, hm...?”, you ask looking every drink on the table with curiosity.

“Tequila!”, Debbie is on point, everybody start to laugh loudly. You shake your head before getting up to your way to the bartender. You wait with your arms supported on the bar, having a look around you. People dancing, drinking, talking about all and nothing, having a good time. And then, before you put your eyes again in the bartender, you can see a specific table. Leather jackets, tattoos, shitty faces, empty beers and rings decorating their fingers. Bikers. The Mayans ones. You know them, not personally, but who the hell didn't heard before about them in Santo Padre. They make the rules.

“Oh, god, please not tonight...” you whisper to yourself when one of the Mayans gets up and walk to your position. Supporting his worked body against the bar, he looks to you from top to down. You try to ignore him, making him believe you didn't notice his presence.

“Yo', I'm Angel, but I can be whoever you want me to be”, he offers you a hand waiting to be shake. A funny smile in his lips and you asking in silence to yourself if this works with other girls. It's not gonna work with you. You're not into bad boys.

“Great, congratulations”, you answer turning your no-friends face at him. He knows. You're not that easy.

“Hey, I'm tryin' to be friendly, what's wrong with ya'?”, he asks pretending to be offended, before he starts to laugh at you.

“I have a lot of friends, thanks”.

“Do ya' know who I am?”

“Yes, I buy at your father's carnicería”, you look at him, ignoring the fact that he's a Mayan and he wants to let you know.

At that moment, he already knows he's not gonna impress you with his Harley. So, he nods in silence and comes back to his table. You can see how his crew palm his back with peals of laughters for the lost battle. Another fallen soldier. A minutes later you come back to your table too, holding a beer between your fingers.

“Only you could say ‘no’ to a Mayan... Sweet Jesus, (Y/N), you're fucking crazy”, James shakes his head. You shrug having a sip of your drink.

“Well, I actually said ‘no’ to /this/ Mayan”. Of course you've been looking at them all, and you have your interest put in one specifically. But you have the suspicion that he's not gonna ask you out.

The night go on. You dance with your girls for long minutes and good latin songs. You're hips moves so easily that seems like you've been dancing all day long. Of course, alcohol has a lot to do on it. Also you're fucking happy you decided to put your Nikes shoes, when you're friends start to complaining about the pain they feel on their feet.

Without wanting, you collide with someone at your back. You turn at him putting your hands on his chest, with a loudly laugh in your throat. “Oh, god, I'm so sorry. You ok?”, you ask, before you know another Mayan is in your way. The younger one, maybe the one they call ‘prospect’. He nods smiling with a sweet gesture. EZ Reyes. You knew him at his father's shop two months ago.

“Are you having fun? Sorry 'bout my brother's shit”, he says pointing at him with a finger, just for a moment.

“Yeah, it's been a long time since I hanged out with my friends. And... don't worry about him. I can imagine how is him”.

“Really? Please, tell me”.

“He's not you. But you already know it, smart boy”.

“So, this fact lets me share a drink with you, ah?”

“Nice try, prospect”, you palm his chest with a hand, shaking your head before leaving him in the middle of the dance floor.

You come back to your own crew, they're looking at you with a incredulous gesture. Your mates think you're terrible and probably you're gonna die alone with this attitude. For the next five minutes, James and Shawn argues with you about you should accept a drink of one of them. You roll your eyes getting up and looking for a cigar in the inside-pocket of your jacket. You need some air after four beers and the loudly voices of your friends pushing you into the Mayans. It's not what you need and you start to think maybe Netflix and cold pizza was a good plan too.

You leave your back against the wall, with a leg flexed. Smoke goes out by your nose. Fresh air always help with this kind of situations, you can't stop thinking about the idea that you're almost on your twenty seven and you only had one boyfriend. The most asshole of all. You broke up with him last year and he continues calling you to tell you your a fucking shit, before starts to cry and telling you how much he miss you. He also went to your work a couple times with flowers. You hate flowers. You hate him. You have a horrible taste to choose men, so you prefer to be alone. But, that doesn't mean you don't wanna hang out with the Mayan your eyes are on.

“Bonita, have one?”

“Sorry, what?”, you turn to the man at your left. More tattoos than man, actually. He's looking the cigar between your fingers. In silence you give him the packet, so he can pick wichever he wants.

“You smashed Angel's ego, gurl'”, he says to you, adopting the same position by your side.

“I can do it the same with yours. Look, I go to war everyday, you're not gonna intimidate me”.

“Oh, really? I was sniper”, his proud smile points at you, turning his face to look at you a little better. Probably he thinks ‘between soldiers’ could be easier to share some drinks. Poor deluded.

“I work at a preschool”.

“Shit, gurrrrl”, he laughs having a puff away. “I'm Coco”.

“(Y/N)”, you say then. “Are you all try to ask me for a drink, or a date, or something like?”

“Eres muy bonita, we had to try”, he nods.

“Yeah, for sure. . . Is the only thing you matter about? I mean, I'm more than an ass and tits”, you throw the cigar to the floor when it finished, with a sigh in your lips.

“Hey, Coco! We're leaving!”, EZ voice makes appereance, few meters away. The crew have their helmet in their hands, near of the motorbikes they drive. Probably you're never gonna see them again, and you start to feel bad about the fact that the one he likes you didn't propose nothing. The man by your side shake his head one time saying goodbye, walking to his mates. Another sigh comes out. You start to move your legs with resignation, feeling a little like the Mayans you fucked up. Maybe he's not for you in anyway. Maybe there's no men for you, in the way you want. Find someone who shares similitudes with you it's hard. You're not complicated to understand or to treat, but looks like in Santo Padre is only bad boys or asshole or both.

“Go, try it, don't be stupid”.

“You don't have nothing to lose”.

“C'mon, Gilly”.

You can't avoid to hear the guys talking to the fourth one, pushing him away of his own bike. You try not to smile 'cause it's pretty fun how they think you're gonna say ‘no’ to him too. They're wrong. Very wrong. Secretly you've been watching him from your table, from the bar, from the dance floor, trying to get his attention. Yeah, he looks exactly like Angel, EZ and Coco. But he also looks like a good guy. You heard before some jokes he made and you have to tell that he's pretty fun.

“Fuck, Gilly. Go ask her”, EZ push him into your way, making you stop your steps.

“Oh, hey...”, he says with a hand on the nape of the neck. He looks nervous, maybe he's gonna sweat in a moment. Is trying not to look at you from top to down, keeping his eyes on yours. You cross your arms on your chest, with both eyebrows up waiting for another word. But he doesn't say anything, staring at you in silence.

You snort rolling your eyes. It's not your night, it's not your week. You turn around your feet, taking the door to pull it and go back to your table, maybe you'll finish your beer and go home.

“Wait, wait!” You hear his voice again, a big hand pushing the door to not be open. “I was... asking myself... if you...”

“Yeah?”

“Ifyouwouldliketohaveadatewithme?”

“Fockin' Gilly”, Coco talks sitting on his bike.

You look at him for a moment, before giving all your attention to the shy big guy in front of you.

“A date. You and me. You know... A date”, he repeats, more or less the same question.

“I thought you would never ask”.

“So... you want?”

You give him your phone, just to make it more interesting with the “I'll call you” shit men usually do. You're one step ahead as your three older brothers teached you. With a smile, he takes it typing his number.

“I'm Gilly”.

“Yeah, I heard it because your sniper friend”, you finally say. “My friends are more pretty than me”.

“You've been talking about maths and children with the guys”, he says then, pointing the fact that he's not like Coco, EZ and Angel. You can't avoid to smile, getting down your eyes at your shoes. You leave a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I'll call you”.

“I hope so”.

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7 Day Prayer Miracle Review Amanda Ross (2020)

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[typinggently]

For the prompts, all of them naturally, but specifically, 7, 18 or 23 please! 🔥 Tommy/Alfie? 👀

thank you so much ahhh I’m - 💛

You can find 7- coming untouched and/or early here & 18 - coming from ass play only here 💛💛

(honestly I felt so bad for taking so long that two of the requests got doubled, that’s my fault and I apologise. But I’m still super happy that you requested them & I hope you like them 💛)

23. getting fucked over a desk or table

That’s one of the things Tommy loves. It’s not as comfortable as the bed, but being bend over and having Alfie’s big hand on the back of his neck? Heaven. Very nice. 

It’s also 100% a way of rewarding himself for being a terribly clever fox. Because Tommy’s a very good business man, alright? And sure, we know Alfie knows how to play Tommy, but Tommy knows Alfie, too. He probably wouldn’t even deny that he’s using it to his advantage to get what he wants. If confronted about it, he’d probably just do his whole hollowed cheek, slow blink routine.

Now. Tommy has that whole thing. He does like being taken care of, he likes losing himself and giving up power for the time being. 

But.

He also enjoys the fact that he can look at Alfie all ice cold and just slightly flutter his lashes at him and Alfie melts. And sure, he tries to keep it cool and do business and not show that Tommy’s got him good, but he’s still a lot less insistent about his requests than he probably should be. Negotiations are so much easier when your business partner is head over heels for you.

So what I’m saying is that more often than not, Tommy has a game plan going in, and it looks vaguely like this:

1) tell Alfie what you want

2) look hot while keeping the Ice Queen attitude

3) seal the deal

4) get fucked

Now, step 4 is naturally the most fun part. Tommy loves being backed up against the table, either until he’s sitting on it with one leg wrapped around Alfie’s hip, or bend over with Alfie’s hand on his neck/in his hair. 

It’s great to get fucked like this, all heat and post-contract euphoria, cufflinks still on but shirt slipping over his shoulders and his undershirt pulled up, trousers tangled around one leg, shoes still on. Alfie’s hands all over him, leaving bruises and making him shiver. His cock, hot and hard and perfect. (and listen, it’s the heat of the moment, it’s not Tommy’s fault he didn’t think to bring condoms, is it?)

Delicious. Especially when mixed with the knowledge that he got what he wanted, and now he’s getting a good, hard fuck out of it, too. Usually, the scent of drying ink and the wood polish for his desk, the leather of the writing pad wouldn’t exactly turn him on, but right now they’re evidence for Tommy’s great negotiation-skills, so he’s a little light-headed, a bit drunk on it. Moaning, fingers slipping over the glossy table top, moans fogging up the leather of the writing pad.

Now that’s a good way to celebrate a deal. Way better than champagne. Alfie truly is his favourite person to make business with. 

(Especially if it’s sloppy-hot business over the table) 

(One could argue that the fact that he’s so fucking hot right now is self-congratulatory bordering on narcissistic, but come on. He’s allowed to be proud of himself for playing Alfie. And the ego rush of a sealed contract in combination of getting fucked bareback…come on…let the man enjoy himself…)

(I love mindless Tommy but….honestly, truly…Mischievous, scheming Tommy deserves love, too)

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the prompts 💛

#filth #drabble #alfietommy

[mynightchaton]

Nightmares

AO3

I thought I’d join the ML writing bandwagon! This is my first fan fiction, but I am pretty proud of it. Enjoy:)

Adrien Agreste was used to waking up in the middle of the night from nightmares about Ladybug. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to see the face of another best friend; one with equally blue eyes and a smile that made his heart skip a beat when he saw it. Seeing Marinette in his dream was nothing but jarring, and he knew that he wouldn’t rest again until he checked to see if she was alright.

It felt like the weight of a sledgehammer was being brought down on his chest as Adrien jerked awake and sat bolt upright in his bed. He could feel the sweat beaded on his forehead and his body, his hands clenched so hard his nails bit into the palms of his hands.

“Breathe, kid. Just breathe.” He felt the comforting weight of his kwami nestle against his forehead. He squeezed his eyes shut, as if closing them might prevent him from seeing her lifeless form cradled in his arms. However, the image of the girl in his dream was burned onto the back of his eyelids. It was as if he could still feel the weight of her body in his arms; see the emptiness of her once lively bluebell eyes and the wet tears still covering her face. He couldn’t tell if the tears were hers, or his. He couldn’t feel them running down his face, but he thought he could see them falling.

Adrien’s breathing was still haggard; this wasn’t the first nightmare he had experienced, not even close. Although he thought of himself as the cat’s meow at being the best hero he could be, the anxieties he harbored regarding his night job couldn’t help but bleed into the small bit of alone time that he had: his sleep.

It was shocking to see her there. The face of one of his best friends staring blankly into his eyes was jarring to say the least. It was usually Ladybug that occupied his dreams, nightmares or otherwise.

Trying to steady his breathing, Adrien cradled his head in his hands. He could feel the hot tears begin to fall down his cheeks.

“It wasn’t her this time Plagg,” he breathed to his kwami, who was still comfortably nestled in the blonde locks on his head. “It was Mari.” At this, Adrien felt Plagg shift. From the top of his head, Plagg reached down and patted his forehead gently, not saying anything.

Adrien shifted in his bed so that he swung his legs over the side. Standing up, Adrien shakily made his way to his bathroom. His vision was blurry, and he stumbled a bit, but he managed. Plagg left the soft locks of his hair behind to give him some privacy.

The emptiness of his spacious bedroom was stifling, and the quiet only made Adrien feel more panicked. He gripped the cold, unfeeling granite countertop of his bathroom counter hard enough to make his knuckles turn white. Seeing Mari’s face in place of Ladybug’s was shocking enough to make Adrien nauseous.  Over the few years he had been attending public school, Mari was one of the only friends he knew would always be there for him. They had grown closer, over hours of silly, competitive MechaStrike binges and shared baked goods. Adrien knew Mari, and he knew that she knew him for who he really was. The only other person he could say that knew him as well as Marinette was Ladybug.

Adrien looked at his haggard reflection in the mirror and tried to breathe deeply.

“It was just a dream, Plagg,” he whispered, “it was a dream.” This self-reassurance did nothing to make him feel better. He knew it was a dream, but the growing realization that the ever-persistent villain, Hawkmoth, could and would hurt one of the most important people in his life was making him sick. He knew he was being irrational. Hawkmoth didn’t know Chat Noir’s identity and could never actually trace Marinette back to him, but that didn’t stop his ever-present need to make sure she was okay.

“I need to get out of here.” He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, fighting the tightness in his chest. “I need to make sure she is all right.”

He knew that Plagg understood because he didn’t respond. His kwami was normally much more argumentative and brash, but when Adrien woke up from nightmares, he was actually much quieter and gentler. The boy just took that as a sign that, despite his seemingly impertinent attitude, Plagg truly did love and support him.

Exiting his bathroom, Adrien made his way over to his window. He looked out at the Parisian skyline and steadied his shaky hands on his windowsill. He saw his kwami float into his field of vision, but his attention remained fixed on the view before him.

“I’ll be quick, Plagg, I just want to make sure Marinette is okay,” he said.

“You know it’s highly unlikely that anything happened to your girlfriend in the small amount of time that you have seen her, right? I mean, just because you had a dream doesn’t mean that anything happened. You should just go back to sleep.”

“I don’t want to go back to sleep. I don’t want to lay back down in that big empty bed knowing full well that I could fall back into that nightmare again. I just can’t do that again tonight. Besides, it’s nothing that a little midnight trip around Paris can’t fix.” Adrien tried to smile at his kwami, but the small cat just looked at him with an unconvinced, anxious expression. Adrien paused, “And Mari is not my girlfriend, Plagg, you know that.”

At that, Plagg just raised an eyebrow and flew back into his hair.

“Claws out,” Adrien breathed and closed his eyes. He felt the familiar feeling of his transformation engulf his body. Usually it made him feel better, more like himself, but the dull ache in his chest remained as he opened his eyes and hoisted himself up, so he was standing on the window’s ledge. Pushing the window open, Chat Noir breathed in the nighttime air of his beloved city and hopped out his window, catching himself with his staff, and left his large, empty home behind him.

***

She couldn’t know that he was there. Adrien wouldn’t know what to say to her if she saw him. It wasn’t the first time he had visited his best friend as his alter ego, but something about the night felt different. He was still having a hard time breathing, replaying the nightmare in his mind over and over again. Sitting on the lounge chair atop her home, Chat Noir tried to steady his still racing heart.

He sat there on her balcony silently, not really knowing what to do with himself. He had already peaked into the window to see her sleeping soundly below, clutching the stuffed chat noir plush he had gotten for her last year for Christmas. Remembering the occasion had brought a smile to his lips, calming him down significantly.

She had been so embarrassed and completely surprised. Their class did Secret Santa every year, and the last time, Adrien had gotten Marinette. He always got super into Secret Santa. He guessed it was because Christmas hadn’t been the same ever since his mother disappeared. So, when he had the opportunity to celebrate it with all of his friends, he couldn’t help but have as much fun with it as he possibly could.

When he gave Marinette the Chat Noir plushie, as a little inside joke with himself, he hadn’t expected her to be as affected it by it. Memories of the redness in her cheeks and the small smile she flashed its way when she thought that no one was watching played in his mind and teased a small smile from his lips. He learned later on just how much Mari had liked the gift, seeing her curled up with it as she slept on numerous occasions. He sat there on her roof and wondered what it would be like if it was him she was curled up against in her bed, and not the stuffed toy. The thought made his cheeks warm; he buried his face in his palms to hide it, though there was no one around.

“No. Bad kitty,” he muttered to himself. He knew he shouldn’t stay on Mari’s balcony all night, but he also didn’t want to go home. He could always wander along his and his lady’s patrol route to pass the time, but part of his just didn’t want to leave the bakery behind him. It was his best friend’s safety that drew him here in the first place, after all.

Chat stood from the lounge chair, thinking he’d steal another glance at his sleeping princess below. He sat back on his heels and placed his head in his hands, gazing into the bedroom of his best friend. The gentle light of the night sky was streaming into the small skylight window, the moon light shining on her making him want to drop into her room, curl up next to her and run his hands over her bare skin. The thought made him shiver and he found himself blushing again.

He stiffened when he saw her stir, afraid that he had woken her with his footfalls atop her home. Unable to move, he watched as she sleepily rolled onto her back, her eyelids fluttering open lazily. They locked gazes, and Adrien thought that he was a dead man. He waited for her to fly out of bed to scold him; to send him home, but she didn’t. He could tell that she wasn’t fully awake. She probably wouldn’t even remember him coming to see her the next day.

She blinked at him a few times before her face broke into a sleepy smile. Chat felt his heart skip in his chest. He felt it stop completely when she reached a drowsy hand up to him as if to reach out for him. His tail whipped behind him nervously. Was she inviting him into her bed? He didn’t want to assume that and get his face slapped if he tried to join her. The idea of sleeping in the arms of his princess, however, made the nightmare he had had earlier easier to bare. This way, he wouldn’t have to return to the empty mansion tonight at all. He didn’t know what Marinette’s reaction to waking up with a stray cat in her bed would be, but with the night he was having, the repercussions didn’t seem all that terrible.

Adrien was still crouching next to her skylight looking at her in disbelief when she scrubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands and made to unlatch the window. Her eyes were droopy, and her movements were slow, but she pushed the window open just enough to reach out to him once more. Though full of sleep, her eyes still shown with affection and invite. She yawned, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. Adrien paused, he let his face soften from his previous dubious expression to one of grateful acceptance. He took her hand, wishing he could feel her skin with his own, but knowing that it wasn’t the right time. She tugged gently, letting him know it was okay to join her. His eyes never left Marinette, as he watched her lower herself to her bed again, laying down with her arms outstretched for him. His mind was still reeling, as he nervously dropped onto her bed beside her, softly lowering the hatch behind him.

“Mon minou…” he heard Mari mumble sleepily to him as he carefully laid down next to her in her soft bed. Everything smelled like her; like lavender and vanilla. She curled next to him, gently laying her head on his chest. She fell back asleep within moments, her breathes evening out. This relaxed him. He felt his cheeks burning but was too amazed by the softly snoring woman that he was now holding in his arms to even care. The thought that Mari had willingly let him into her bed made his heart stutter. He would definitely have to tease her about this later, but for now, Chat Noir couldn’t imagine being anywhere but in the arms of his best friend.

He kissed the top of her head softly and smiled. He could feel the heavy blanket of sleep nestle itself over him once more, his eyes getting heavier the longer he watched the steady rise and fall of Marinette’s breaths. When he fell asleep for the second time that night, Adrien was not thinking about nightmares, but the warmth of the woman that he loved beside him.

#ml #miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #ladybug #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #plagg #kwami #ml fanfic #fanfic #ml fanfiction #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #marichat #adrinette #lovesquare #my writing #ladynoir #writing #ladybug fanfiction #ao3

[vincess-princess]

i am in need of some hs!crüe just helping out Vince with his dyslexia and being really supportive and calming him down when he gets frustrated so if ya ever get the chance I’d love u forever 😊💓 thanks

jesus christ anon im so sorry everything went terribly wrong and i ended up with angst again and i don’t know why it happens i really tried to write fluff!! i guess im just not really in the state for the fluff now. i will post what i wrote here anyway because i spent three sleepless nights on this but it’s not what you asked for :(

Vince let out an exasperated sigh and threw the pencil onto the table. It bounced off it and rolled under the couch. Tommy bended down to pick it up, but it was out of his reach.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Vince announced, leaning back onto his chair and hiking his feet up on the table. “I’m fucking tired.”

“Tell Mick that when you’ll be making excuses for your test results.” Nikki looked up from the notebook where he was scribbling something for the past half an hour. He and Tommy had already finished their homework and were enjoying themselves, leaving Vince to fight with goddamned chemistry alone.

“He’ll understand.” Vince tried to sound confident and failed miserably. Tomorrow was Friday, and another meeting with Mick, and maybe getting to rehearse a couple of The Stones’ songs he showed them last week. Given, of course, that Vince scored more than 90% on his tomorrow chemistry test.

Which at the moment seemed pretty much impossible.

“Of course, he will.” Nikki nodded, a little too condescending to sound natural. “And, understanding everything, he won’t let you in until you bring him an A.”

“Thanks for keeping me updated, mate, I would never know that myself,” Vince couldn’t help but snap, irritation that had been building up in his chest jumping up from mild to high in a matter of seconds.

“I’d let you copy it if we weren’t always given different variants,” Tommy sighed, threw his drumstick in the air and promptly caught it. He’d been switching between running up- and downstairs to bring snacks to the room, spinning his drumsticks and trying to peek at Nikki’s lyrics for the last couple of hours, waiting for Vince to finish so they could go rehearse in the garage.

“No, thanks,” Vince snapped out, his tone maybe too harsh, but to hell with that. Tommy blinked in confusion, dropped his drumstick, plopped on his knees to get it from under the couch and stayed there for good five minutes.

“No need to get so bitchy, you know,” Nikki murmured. “He did you nothing wrong.”

Vince felt the blood rushing to his head.

“Maybe if you weren’t so bitchy yourself, I wouldn’t lash out on him!” his hands started shaking as he was actively suppressing the need to throw the goddamn textbook right at Nikki’s head.

“Maybe if you weren’t so fucking slow we would already have rehearsed everything and then some!”

“Nikki!” Tommy gasped somewhere in the background, but neither of them paid attention.

Slow, the word rang in Vince’s ears, and it was like a punch in the guts.

Nikki looked surprised when he realized Vince was not going to reply. Then he looked at Vince’s face, at Tommy’s shocked expression and became visibly uncomfortable.

“I hope you enjoy tomorrow meeting with Mick,” Vince said, his voice croaky. He grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room.

***

“Vinnie! Don’t go away!”

“Fuck off, T-bone,” Vince said tiredly, but slowed down, letting Tommy catch up with him. “Why don’t you go and rehearse with Nikki? I’m not slowing you two down anymore.” Yes, it was unfair to be so mean to Tommy. He didn’t seem to get upset over it, though.

“You know he didn’t mean it, right?” Tommy asked, still breathless from running. “He was just angry because he wanted to impress Mick tomorrow. You know how he gets about these meetings.”

“Apparently, they’re more important to him than me.”

“Bullshit.” Tommy grabbed him by the sleeve, forcing to stop. “You should’ve seen him after you left. Almost begged me to go bring you back.”

“Now this is definitely bullshit.” Vince stopped after all, still looking strictly forward, his chin unnaturally high. “If he wants me back so badly then why isn’t he here?”

“Too proud.” Tommy shrugged. “He’ll get over it and apologize… in a couple of days.”

“Well, I ain’t gonna wait here for so long. I’m going home.”

“No!” Tommy tugged on his jacket, let go when he saw Vince wasn’t going to stop and just walked by his side. He walked faster than Vince and had to make smaller steps to keep up with him. “Vinnie, please, let’s go back. I hate it when we argue.”

“Do you really wanna spend the night between two people who are actively hating on each other?”

“C’mon, you don’t hate each other. And we had arguments before, and everything turned out fine.”

“Well, Nikki didn’t call me stupid back then,” Vince reminded bitterly.

“He didn’t call you that!” Tommy resented. “He just meant it takes you a little longer…”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m slow, I remember.”

“Christ.” Tommy looked up to the sky with a frustrated expression. “Listen, I don’t wanna say I’m the only one here to actually want this goddamn relationship to work, but it seems like the two of you do your best to fuck everything up.”

It was so out of the blue that Vince almost tripped over in the middle of a perfectly even road. “The fuck you mean by that?”

“I mean exactly what I said.” Tommy stopped, and Vince unconsciously followed suit, baffled by the unexpected stern notes in his voice. “You and Nikki are so busy guarding your fragile egos you don’t care if everything goes sour in the process.” Tommy’s eyes found Vince’s, for the first time since they started talking, and Vince couldn’t look away. “And I do. Even more than I’d want to.”

Tommy bit his lip and looked away, and Vince’s heart sank, because his last phrase was anything but stern or accusatory. Guilty. He sounded guilty. For caring.

The silence lasted, and lasted, and lasted, and neither of them could make a sound, and thousands of words were running through Vince’s head.

“Fuck,” Tommy finally broke it a couple of excruciatingly awkward minutes later, laughing nervously and still not looking at Vince. “It really sounded better in my head. Sorry for the drama.”

“It’s alright.” Vince’s mouth was dry.

“I guess you’d really better go home,” Tommy said, voice thick. “Do you want me to walk with you for a bit? It’s getting dark.”

“Yeah, it really is.” Vince murmured, lingering for a second, and then turned in the opposite direction. “How about I walk you to your house instead?”

Tommy blinked in confusion, then looked up at Vince and beamed.

***

“Oh,” Nikki almost jumped up when they entered the room, then quickly pretended he was going to get up anyway. “Vince, I-”

“-am sorry?” Vince interrupted him, feeling a rush of bitterness from the sight of Nikki. “Save your breath. I came back because Tommy asked me to, not because of you.”

“Well, and I asked Tommy to ask you to come back.” Nikki forced on a smile, though it looked more like a grimace.

“Hey, don’t get me into it!” Tommy resented, not-so-gently pushing Vince towards the bed and standing in front of the door like a guardian. “I got him here, now make up!”

Vince turned to Tommy and ran the side of his palm across his neck in an ultimately understandable I’m gonna kill you. Tommy smiled sheepishly but didn’t move an inch.

Nikki cleared his throat, attracting Vince’s attention.

“Um, I…” his voice faltered. He was never good at apologizing. Too proud, damn it. “I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“You definitely shouldn’t have,” Vince agreed, keeping his voice cold, though the icky, bristly lump in his chest loosened up a little. Watching Nikki so guilty and struggling with his own pride – a trait he rarely tried to suppress - was doing wonders to Vince’s self-esteem. “Anything else to say besides the generic “I’m sorry”?”

“Christ,” Nikki sighed and covered his face with his hands for a moment before looking up at Vince again. “No. Nothing except that I was a major asshole.”

“You sure were.” Vince really hoped Nikki wouldn’t recognize amusement in his voice. Tommy did, and now was doing his best to fight down a smile, lest they accidentally hurt Nikki’s precious feelings. Some part of Vince encouraged him to burst into laughter at Nikki’s pitiful attempts, but he managed to suppress this desire so far. He might be a bitch, but not an asshole.

Nikki looked up at him with clear desperation in his eyes. He was truly sorry. He wasn’t pretending. The icky lump – his bitterness, his disappointment, his feeling of betrayal, - slackened, the tension it caused in his whole body started fading away. The hurt didn’t disappear completely, rather crawled into a hole somewhere far in the back of Vince’s mind to haunt him during some of those terrible sleepless nights of his. But for now it was gone - out of Vince’s way.  

“Listen, I don’t know what else to say,” Nikki admitted, looking Vince pleadingly in the eyes. “What do you want me to do to make up for this?”

“Suck my dick,” Vince offered in a completely serious tone that took all the remains of his poor self-restraint to pull off. Nikki’s face went from confused to indignant to hopeful in a split second, and this was the last straw for Vince’s self-control. He started laughing, and Tommy joined him a second later.

Nikki’s face went to indignant again and remained like this for a solid couple of seconds before he surrendered to laughter as well.

“You were fucking with me! The whole time! Did you plan it?”

“No, but you looked so miserable I couldn’t help it. The suggestion stands, by the way.”

“Oh, sure,” Nikki scrambled to get up, only to fall on his knees in front of Vince a second later. Vince tilted his head back and gripped the sheets, letting out a satisfied moan.

If Nikki would be so eager to blow him after every fight, he might need to reconsider his attitude towards them.

#motley crue #motley crue fanfiction #poly!crue #tommy/vince/nikki #it seems like the only dynamics im able to write with poly crue is vinikki not being able to figure out their shit #and tommy being a godsent helping them do it #im still trying to figure those three out #and after so much time of writing vinikki it's hard to immerse tommy into the pre-existing dynamics y'know #i feel like this is shit and im probably right because absolutely all of this was written after 3 am #im typing this at 5.30 am #eh whatever i hope you like it

[themoonletters]

December 31, 2019

What would a new journal be without talking about some good old New Years resolutions. Some people think that New Years is another day in a year, but someone special to me (who believed the same thing) told me something interesting. He said, “I used to think that way, like people need a new year to try to change, but they are trying. They are actually trying to change.” To me that’s what matters. 

2019 sucked. Maybe not for everyone but definitely for me. What made it suck so horribly was that I learned so much of what I didn’t like about myself. Whether it be my attitude, how my face has changed, and of course how the number on that stupid little scale has skyrocketed in the past year. I spent about 40% of my year sighing on the couch. Crying. Yelling. I swear I heard my brain snap a few times because I just couldn’t handle all that life was throwing at me in certain moments. The worst part?

 I did absolutely nothing to try and change this very real depression I’ve let consume myself. 

I did the most to try and belittle myself. I made sure I knew I was nothing and I would never be anything. This affected everyone around me and more. My work life became terrible along with my personal life. Relationships of all kinds disintegrated rapidly and I'll had left was a darkened mind and an extremely supportive boyfriend who didn’t deserve any of it. You really do get what you put out into the universe. I was basically spewing negativity out of every pore and the universe just balled all of it up and sucker punched me when it mattered most. 

It took all of 2019 for me to realize that I needed to do something. Anything. I’m so sick of trying to find inspiration in others when I need to find inspiration and desire to change within myself. I’ve decided to delete my favorite most toxic social media app, Instagram. I used to love that app when I loved myself enough to post on it, but now I'm just comparing myself to every female that I scroll past. It’s incredibly unhealthy and it makes me lose hope that I will ever be happy with my body again. Deleting Instagram and starting this journal is what I have decided to do. So far it has been very therapeutic and I haven’t had an urge to be on IG all day, which is a step in the right direction. I also had no clue I enjoyed writing this much! These were supposed to be “smol letters” however I have so much in my head sometimes. 

Another resolution is to make my health come first. As you know I’ve been gaining weight gradually over the span of three years and enough is enough. I want to make healthy choices when it comes to food but also not beat myself up when I do slip with some sweets. There is a gym I’ve been planning to go to for a while (mind you, I hate going to the gym) and I know in my heart that I desire to go because I know it will make me happy. 

Lastly, I want to remember to acknowledge my mental health and understand that there are things that I truly do not have to do if it makes me panic or have a meltdown. This happened a lot this year and I know now that it’s okay to say no to certain events if it compromises how I feel. Me acknowledging all of this is major and I’m glad I could put my ego away so I can change all of these so I can be happy again. 

So as I finish up typing this as fireworks sound off in the background, I just want to say farewell to 2019 and hello to a healthy 2020.

Cheers

#themoonletters

[popatochisssp]

Hi, I love all your headcannons about the boys in a relationship. But they got me wondering, since no relationship is totally perfect, what might be some negative traits the boys have, things they do, or just behaviors in general that could put a strain on the relationship or might need to be talked out to continue?

Oh, I’m glad you asked because you’re right, they’re not perfect at all! There’s lots of habits and quirks they all have, but that’s too subjective– a habit that might bug one person could be totally fine by another!– so we’ll go with our boys’ biggest flaws in a relationship! >:3

*Especially important for the ‘fell and horror universe boys, I’ll be taking a ‘fresh out of the Underground’ lens on this, not accounting for any potential Surface growth or therapy that could take place and ameliorate some of these things!*

Sans (Undertale): He is lazy. So, so lazy. Surely, this isn’t much of a surprise to anyone, but you can imagine how it could be an annoying trait in your partner– he’s never going to do a chore or go out of his way to take care of something for you, and he’s an all-around pro at ducking responsibility. It also means that if he doesn’t already care about something, trying to spark an investment from him is…kinda impossibly unlikely, which can definitely be frustrating for his s/o!

Papyrus (Undertale): It’s not intentional, but he has a tendency to be pushy. He’s enthusiastic and has some pretty firm convictions and so sometimes, entirely without meaning to, he’ll steamroll right over his s/o and what they might want. It can hurt his s/o’s feelings to be talked over and spoken for before they can put their two cents in, but it just doesn’t always occur to him that people might have perspectives different than his own. His s/o has to be able to assert themselves when they really don’t want to do something and aren’t just being playfully shy or stubborn about it, or they might end up peer-pressured into stuff a lot.

Sky (Underswap Sans): Do you like your personal space? Want some significant amounts of time by yourself? Then you’re going to struggle if you’re Sky’s s/o because he can get very clingy. It comes from a good place, he’s a very social guy and if his s/o is his favorite person, then of course their company is going to be his favorite, too! He wants to spend a ton of time with them, whether they’re doing something together or not, and he’s hard to shake with off-the-cuff excuses about why his s/o can’t hang out with him: he’ll know they’re lying and think that something might be wrong and then he’s definitely not going anywhere. If his s/o can’t figure out how to tell him, on a regular basis and without hurting his feelings, that they need space from him to decompress, they’re going to end up exhausted.

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): He’s stubborn. It’s rare for him to make firm judgments on something one way or the other, but once he has, that’s pretty much it. He’ll really dig his heels in if his s/o tries to change his mind, too, and it takes a long time and a lot of arguing about whatever it is to even get him to consider changing his opinion. For his s/o, it probably feels like they’re banging their head against a brick wall, like he’s not even listening to what they’re saying and they can very easily end up feeling disrespected by this immovable object of a skeleton.

Jasper (Underfell Sans): He’s too closed off. It’s self-protective–he’d be a shaking, emotional wreck after the Underground if he’d let just anybody in close enough to see him vulnerable and open himself up to getting hurt–but it can turn around and be a very painful, hurtful thing for his s/o to deal with. When he’s going through something, his first instinct is always to hide it until it blows over so his s/o never even knows he was struggling. They’ll undoubtedly catch hints from time to time that maybe Jasper needs support, but he always hesitates to let them in, and they can’t do anything as long as they’re stuck on the outside of his emotional walls. It’s a very bad feeling thinking your loved one doesn’t trust you enough to let you help and he’ll need a lot of time and love and trust to make even a little progress at this.

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): Another one that shouldn’t be surprising, but he’s arrogant. He has a pretty big ego and he never easily accepts it when he may have been wrong, blustering and convoluting until it seems like he was right all along– the equivalent of a cat falling off a counter and acting like they meant to do it. He may also condescend a lot to his s/o and fall into an Underground-developed habit of treating them as an underling or an accessory more than a loved one. It’s instinctive and would probably have kept them safe from opportunist monsters if they were back down there, but on the Surface it can get incredibly tiring and even hurtful for his s/o to cater to that kind of ego all the time. If he catches their patience running out and he sees them rolling their eyes or making a snarky comment in exasperation at his narcissism, well, he’s probably going to get upset about it and the two of them will have a fight. He has a lot of acclimating to do to this relatively peaceful world where relationships can be equal without also being a weakness.

Mal (Swapfell Sans): This guy’s the definition of ‘trust issues.’ He can be downright problematically invasive and probing about…pretty much everything, if given a reason to be. It’s not an s/o-specific thing, he’s like that with everybody, but his s/o will probably (and absolutely should) take issue with how little respect he has for privacy. It’s his lingering paranoia from the Underground keeping him constantly alert for backstabbers and betrayers, so if someone as close to him as his partner starts acting secretive around him, he has to investigate. It may be innocent, like a surprise party for his birthday or something, but until he finds out what’s up, there isn’t much that’s off the table: he’ll cyberstalk social media for information, discreetly follow them in real life if they go out unexpectedly, and if they leave their phone with him unattended and unlocked, he’s definitely skimming through some recent messages, just to be sure. He’s not a bad person, he just has some very bad (survival-based) habits. The only saving grace is that his s/o probably won’t find out he sometimes does this stuff because he’s careful, but that doesn’t make it cool and he won’t really stop until he truly, fully trusts his s/o–and that’s a long time coming after everything he’s been through.

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): Rus cannot have an argument to save his life. He’s not what you’d call a pacifist, not entirely accurately at least– he’s been in his fair share of fights Underground, after all, and he’d fight again if his life was on the line– but he doesn’t like conflict or anything resembling it. It sounds like a good thing on paper because his s/o automatically wins any disagreement that looks like it could turn into a fight, but it’s so terrible in practice for maintaining a healthy relationship. He’ll go along with anything his s/o wants to avoid the conflict, even if it might make him unhappy because he doesn’t want them to be upset at him. It’s also at least 90% conciliatory and if it was about a behavior of his, there’s a very high chance that nothing will actually change, but he’ll nod and agree and promise to do things differently just to keep the argument from happening and then…not, actually. The idea of a constructive or helpful argument is entirely foreign to him, those didn’t exist where he came from and he just wants things to be cool, he’ll say whatever he’s gotta say to make it be cool. His s/o can build up a lot of frustration and unhappiness from that if they can’t convince him to learn some better communication strategies.

Slate (Horrortale Sans): Obviously, it’s not his fault, but he’s forgetful. He generally remembers the big stuff and he does better when something feels important as it’s happening, but as a rule his level of recall is hit or miss. He’s bad at remembering birthdays and other important dates and if he forgets to write a reminder to himself about it, he’s just not going to be there for whatever his s/o needed. It can be hard for an s/o who isn’t prepared to take on so much of the mental load in a relationship without much guarantee of help, especially because they can’t get mad at him for it, not in good conscience, anyway– he didn’t ask for the giant hole in his skull, he’d love a reliable memory as much as they would! He’ll do his best to retain as much as he can, but even with notes and reminders, a lot of things his s/o tells him just get lost to the void and that’s a hard thing to be okay with right away.

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): He’s…maybe a tad too flippant about things. It’s a defense mechanism he developed Underground, a sort of gallows humor that he relied on to keep his generally upbeat attitude when monsters had to resort to eating humans and each other to stay alive, and even that wasn’t sustainable and there was a very real possibility that his entire species could go extinct in a matter of years, if not months. It was dark times and he couldn’t let himself get invested in every little thing! …but it’s also probably a little disturbing for his s/o when he, say, breaks a bone and only uses a silly, made-up curse word like, “Oh, Sugarbeans, That’s Inconvenient, Isn’t It!” or they hear the extreme, casual frankness he’ll use to discuss even graphic gore and violence like it doesn’t faze him. It’s a little sociopathic, honestly, and his s/o will probably have a lot of moments where they just don’t know how they’re supposed to respond when they see this unnervingly light attitude in their otherwise loving, gentle partner.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand now I feel a little guilty for all this trash-talking of my boys, so expect another headcanon post soon-ish, pro bono– just like this one, but about their virtues in a relationship instead of just their vices.

They are good boys who would be delightful partners in spite of these pitfalls, I promise! XD

#anonymous #headcanons #sans/reader #papyrus/reader #undertale #sans #papyrus #underswap #us!sans #us!papyrus #underfell #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #swapfell/fellswap #sf!sans #sf!papyrus #horrortale #ht!sans #ht!papyrus

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Is the number ask thing still something you do? If so, 2, 15 and 18 please ^-^

QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN, REGARDING THE MUSE

(Always accepting these anon!! Seeing people ask me things (especially strangers on anon– it makes me happy that people are interested in my muses!!))

2. What made you decide to write this muse? 

Kalin and Yusei have always been my favorite 5ds characters, ever since it originally aired in Canada! There’s this channel called YTV (youth television) that had a Saturday morning bit called Crunch where you’d get your regular Saturday morning cartoons, and in the early afternoon some anime would air! It was always in this order: Beyblade Metal Fight, Yu-Gi-Oh 5Ds, Pokemon Diamond & Pearl.) My parents were and are seperated, so I was only able to catch episodes every second week (I relied heavily on the previous episode recaps but it would mess me up when things would have repeats) had a very hard time remembering the name of 5Ds for some reason, and was never able to catch up online of missed episodes like I did for beyblade.

Because I never could catch up on what i missed, I didn’t get back into YGO as a whole until 2012, where I originally wrote Yusei on wattpad in my original Dark Signer AU. (He had a really cool old lady seer for a friend (who was supposed to be Carly’s grandma(??)) and I had a self insert OC who was Crow’s sister and was supposed to be Yuseis love interest (how how far I’ve come.) ANYWAYS what I’m getting at here, is that Yusei has been a muse of mine since like 2012.

I rewatched 5D’s in about…..2016?? Maybe later????And then again not long after I met Kasa ( @soulburnings ) on her Manjoume blog, and then Kasa made her Yu boys blog, and THEN HER CURRENT BLOG FOR TAKERU and it’s Kasa’s fault entirely for getting me back into YGO. Since Kalin and Yusei were my faves back then (What can I say?  I love batshit murderers and cool bro characters– I have terrible tast,) it only felt natural to gravitate back towards them.

TLDR: Blame Kasa. Ily Kasa.

15. Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

Yusei could get along with a fucking LAMP POST honestly. He’s friendly, understanding, a bro, and he’s very patient with people and always sees the best in them. I feel like he’d be a person you could spill tea to, and he’d never tell a soul.

Kalin on the other hand…. not so much. Enforcer!Kalin would have definitely been someone I could get along with, while Dark Signer!Kalin would, y’know, try to kill me as one does. My Present!Kalin and hell, even canon Present!Kalin, are not a) approachable, b) are very open c) they both have the habit of shoving people away. And like, I also self project onto Kalin A LOT, and something that not a lot of people seem to realize that if you met someone so similarly like you, ESPECIALLY in the negative aspects, you probably wouldn’t get along that well and butt heads.

18. What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not? 

Unpopular opinion: the fandom likes to make Yusei seem like an “uwu good cinnamon roll boi who can do no harm uwuwu” so for me, personally, it’s very important to acknowledge that he has one hell of a petty attitude and temper. It’s established right from episode 1, where he revs his engine because his friends didnt realize he was back home in the subway– he doesn’t say anything (and the reaction of Tank, Nervin, Blitz and Rally implies that this is a regular occurrence with him.) Yusei has shown on multiple occassions that he isnt afraid to throw his disk down and knock sense into someone with his fists. He built another, and better duel runner, to go after Jack solely for his Stardust Dragon card– it wasn’t even a revenge plot, he just wanted what was rightfully his.

(Not to mention, he has one hell of a resting bitch face. He’s scowling so much, I don’t think he even realizes it.)

Despite all of this, from destroying duel disks and decks as an Enforcer, to he and Jack punching each other in the face, I think it’s equally important to know that even when Yusei is being a bit of a prick, he doesn’t hold onto negativity and resent– he essentially doesn’t hold any grudges. (However, he does hold onto grief and sadness, so much so that Luna picks it out while communicating with his duel spirits in the dub.) After he got Stardust back, while he was still rightfully peeved at Jack for his actions, Yusei forgave him and moved on.

Despite all of Yusei’s good qualities, and being an excellent friend, Yusei does have negativity inside of him and that part shouldn’t be ignored. People are not black and white.

As for what he values about himself: nothing. Yusei doesn’t really have an ego. He knows he’s good at dueling, he knows he’s good with technology and mechanics, but hes humble about both things. He doesn’t value one over the other. He loves his friends, and protecting them is second nature to him, but he believes that everyone needs to value the people they’re close to, so it’s not really a part of his personality that he finds the most important.

Honestly, if theres anything that he’d think that’s the most important to him, it’s his pride. I know that sounds selfish, especially when it’s in Yusei’s case, but when Kalin crushed his pride, it shook him to the core where Yusei felt as if he didn’t trust himself dueling. For him, I don’t think its a matter of honour as much as it is a matter of justice. He takes pride in his friends and family, he takes pride in being a Satellite, he takes pride in fighting for the right thing: it’s less about himself than it is about other people.

For Kalin, I’m going to solely focus on my portrayal bc fuck canon, but anyways, it’s his determination to keep fighting, to keep living and knowing that people can change. He probably valuse that part of himself too, but he’d never admit it.  Kalin has literately gone through hell and back, and has come out entirely traumatized, but he doesn’t let that trauma win.

(suicide mentions below.)

Kalin’s suffering from PTSD and depression, and he is suicidal, yet he never truly gives up (until he’s sent to the mines in Crash Town, really.) When he first arrived at Crash Town to die, he could have lost his duel on purpose, but he never did until Yusei showed up. I think a part of it is pride, not wanting to go down without a fight, but I don’t believe Kalin was only fighting other duelists– he was fighting himself and his right to live. He already offed himself in the Facility.

As someone who tried to commit suicide twice, it’s important that Kalin keeps on fighting through it. There’s going to be bad days, days where you can’t leave your bed, days where you let out a nice cry in a hot shower. Keeping yourself going, for any reason, is very important because things do get better. (Im not great, but im better, and so is Kalin.) If that reason is as small as needing to feed your cat, its a good reason to keep going. For Kalin, he wanted to see Yusei once more and then he’d be satisfied.

Kalin’s not perfect, he is an ass and he knows that, but he does want to be better so other things can get better for him and rebound off of each other. (I was a prick too when I was in that mental state.) Things get better, but you also need to take charge and make it better yourself and Kalin knows he can force light into the darkness he was wallowing in for nearly 4 years.

It’s not a personality point, but I’m sure Kalin is just happy to be alive.

#long post #thank u anon for indulging me i went off my shit #i hope kasa doesnt mind the mention djhahjsdjasd #tw suicide mention #Anonymous #HEADCANONS:|| Kalin #HEADCANONS:|| Yusei

[briangroth27]

Incredibles 2 Review

I absolutely loved Incredibles 2! It's a great time at the movies and definitely worth the 14-year wait. I was initially skeptical of it picking up seconds after the original, but I think the story threads here—particularly Jack-Jack's (Eli Fucile, Nick Bird) development and the Anti-Super laws—needed to be dealt with onscreen rather than off.  I liked that they reversed the structure of the first movie and had Helen (Holly Hunter) go off on the adventures while Bob (Craig T. Nelson) stayed at home to watch the kids. Even better, this switch was rooted in statistical facts that Elastigirl was the most effective and efficient hero between herself, Bob, and Frozone (Samuel L. Jackson). Since so much of her Elastigirl persona was left in the past in the original movie because she’d moved on in life while Bob hadn’t really, showing Helen truly loving her work and being great at it was a perfect moment that let us see a whole new side to her. Seeing Helen so overjoyed at getting to be a hero again—and being great at it, with no collateral casualties—was excellent! It was also nice to see that she had detective skills; a good contrast to Bob smashing his way through problems (and which have probably have helped her deduce what her kids are up to over the years!). That her heroic competence was truly valued outside her family circle and by the people who wanted to use her to push their politics Bob Odenkirk, Catherine Keener) was a genuine and welcome surprise; I'd love to see more female heroes respected and revered the way Elastigirl is here. Bob playing Mr. Mom was a lot of fun, even if I’m more than ready for a competent parenting duo instead of the always-effective mom and the cliché overwhelmed dad. That said, Bob’s battle with Dash's (Huck Milner) new math, Violet's (Sarah Vowell) teenage angst, and Jack-Jack's terrible toddling was extremely relatable and a great change from the superhero midlife crisis we saw in the original. I enjoyed Bob’s playful ego about being the better hero in his marriage and loved that it was balanced by genuinely caring that Helen had the space to do what she needed to do. That sort of loving/selfish balance is an extremely difficult line to walk but the writing and acting totally pull it off without making him unlikable (and it's not even hinted or implied that Helen is in any way selfish either). It was especially sweet of Bob not to tell Helen what was going on with the family not because he didn't want to come off as incompetent, but because he knew she'd stop her mission. Yes, he benefits from her completing it, but I fully believe that he also wants the better future for his kids that Helen can secure. I would've liked to see more of Dash and Violet in general, and particularly their school lives. Dash has homework trouble and Tony (Michael Bird), the boy Violet made a date with, forgets her (a cool example of superhero lives wreaking havoc on civilian ones as well as the law affecting the Parrs in an unexpected way), but the Anti-Super laws would've been stronger if we'd seen the kids’ lack of choice Bob talks about. Violet wanting to be normal and Dash being "defined as a person" by heroism does play out that choice, but we don't really get to see consequences of the laws in terms of impacts on the kids. Does having to come in second place in track rankle Dash? And if he's defined by being a hero, how does he feel about having to hide at school?  Is anyone suspicious of his speed? Does Dash have to fight to control himself when confronted by bullies that openly hate Supers? By teachers who preach that Supers are bad and should be illegal? Playing up the questionable aspects of the first movie's ending—is he cheating by using his speed, even for second place? How is not living up to his potential affecting his development?—would've built up a lot more pressure on the need to make Supers legal again. Violet hating being a Super made her a good proponent for not being legalized, though I would’ve liked more of that as well. How much of her tragic love life is really angst about not being able to be herself? Maybe she could’ve gotten involved with a student organization to keep Supers illegal, pitting her against her mom’s efforts. What if she discovered another Super kid at school and was forced to choose between outing them or letting them stay hidden? Might she find that pretending to be normal at school is simply boring or stifling her in ways she doesn’t want to admit? That said, I loved what we did get from Dash and Violet and absolutely dug Jack-Jack's awakening powers! The idea that Super babies often have multiple abilities is a very cool metaphor for kids having unlimited potential and it also made for a lot of fun, varied action scenes. His battle with a raccoon was highly entertaining and his unexpected bond with Edna Mode (Brad Bird) was a brilliant twist! Edna discovering a role as a loving aunt was as hilarious as it was heartwarming and a great way to reveal a new dimension of her character. Frozone is always a welcome addition and it was great to see more of him here, both as a "rebel" with Bob and Helen trying to get the Anti-Super law reversed, as a protective uncle to the Parr kids, and finally a hypnotized enemy. I’d like to finally meet his wife Honey (Kimberly Adair Clark) though. It's beyond time she was more than just a nagging influence taking the joy out of his superheroics (though I like that she knows her worth!). I really hope she’s also a retired Super so we can see what the two of them are like outside of their home. Or, it would’ve been easy to make her a Lois Lane-type figure, so she could cover Helen’s return to prominence and at least get a moment of bonding with her. Either of those options would be great and I’d like to see their relationship explored somewhere. I knew who Screenslaver (Bill Wise) was almost immediately, but that didn’t lessen my love for this character at all. The hypnotism was a spooky and old-fashioned angle that felt totally fresh and fit the retro-futurist world of The Incredibles perfectly! Screenslaver also managed to comment on modern concerns about social media obsession, which was a nice bit of relatability (just like Bob and Dash's struggle with new math) while remaining rooted in the films’ era, when TVs were the hip new thing everyone was obsessed with. Screenslaver was a creepy, cool villain who topped Syndrome for me. I just wish his argument—that people were getting lazy and becoming too dependent on Supers—was more explored with examples of people being "less" because of superheroes (beyond hearing about a death caused by waiting on one). Maybe Screenslaver should’ve been saved for a movie set after the law against Supers was lifted, but slightly clearer examples of his point here would’ve worked just as well. I feel like his argument would be stronger if we got to see Supers making things too easy or if more people were put in peril because they waited for Supers to fix their problems instead of the big argument against heroes being the collateral damage their fights cause. That said, I absolutely loved this villain and would definitely be down for a Screenslaver return! Underminer (John Ratzenberger) was also a cool, second-tier villain that felt like a classic comic book bad guy. He's clearly patterned off of Mole Man, but that didn't matter to me; it was kinda refreshing (and appropriately old-school, given these movies’ time period) to see a villain who just wanted to rob banks. He also provided a good way to reintroduce the family's heroic dynamic and to showcase Bob and Helen's different fighting styles while complicating their lives further, building off the end of the first movie brilliantly. I liked that it became a strike against the heroes that he was forgotten in the scramble to stop his drills and that he actually got away. The new Supers that were introduced didn't make the biggest impression, but I preferred this to more focus on a bunch of random new people who would take screentime from the Parrs. I did like Voyd (Sophia Bush) a lot; her fangirl attitude toward Elastigirl was fun and she was a nice answer to Syndrome's toxic fandom. I hope she returns in a sequel! Krushauer (Phil LaMarr) was a solid threat and got some good and funny lines in, while Screech playing up his full animalistic nature was creepy and something I hope Daredevil does with Owl Jr. These wannabe Supers did bring a variety of challenges to the final battle, so as secondary adversaries go, they worked perfectly. All the fight scenes contained very clever uses of everyone’s powers and were choreographed with an insane amount of fun and imagination! The numerous powers on display also made for battles that were never uninteresting. Even Bob's Incredibile got a nice showcase here as a display of the retro tech in this universe. I love the design of this world in general, but classic spy and superhero aesthetics like that are my favorite parts; I wish more superhero franchises would embrace stylized elements like this to carve out their own identities. Speaking of classic aesthetics, I loved that Bob, Helen, and Lucius had their own old-timey superhero theme songs! Michael Giacchino’s music was great as always, but those themes were great surprises! Brad Bird's direction was crisp and the writing emotionally resonate, bringing the heart of the first movie back at full force.  I can't wait to see what comes next from this world! I hope we don't have to wait another 14 years for Incredibles 3 (and I didn't need the apology/”trust us the wait was worth it” video that played at the beginning of this one; it only made us wait longer!), but I definitely want to see more adventures in this universe. Now that Supers are allowed again, I’d love for the next movie to introduce Dash and Violet's trouble-making cousins as wannabe supervillain bad influences. Cousins would bring aunts and uncles who have differing parenting styles from Bob and Helen, as well as Bob and Helen’s in-laws, who have their own opinions on how to “correctly” be heroes as well as parents. I'm thinking Christmas Vacation with superheroes, but whatever the next film is, I'll be in line to see it! While we wait, you should see Incredibles 2! It's among Pixar's best and definitely worth seeing on the big screen!

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[thortunes]

I’m gonna deconstruct this scene because I’ve been thinking about it ALL DAY and what the hell, I’ve got time. This clip demonstrates what I love most about Taika Waititi’s filmmaking and it shows off Chris and Tom’s chemistry in the fiercest way. It’s hilarious, sweet, bittersweet, surprising, and poignant.

1) “Loki, I thought the world of you.” 

Even though there was an instinctive part of me that screamed, “OK, WELL, YOUR ACTIONS TOLD A DIFFERENT STORY, THOR” due to residual bitterness over what a dickbag Thor was in the first film, I’m 1,000% here for this line. I’m proud of how much Thor has matured, thrilled that these two are actually talking to each other, and happy that Loki’s hearing something he’s probably always wanted/needed to hear even though it’s bittersweet because Thor’s using the past tense.

Tom’s reaction here is SO GOOD. Just the tiniest shift in his eyebrows to indicate that Thor has Loki’s attention and he’s fucking locked in and hanging on to every word.

2) “I thought we were gonna fight side by side forever, but at the end of the day you’re you and I’m me.”

I know there was a minor (?) uproar over Chris’ comments that Thor will be “indifferent” to Loki in Ragnarok, but this scene seems to suggest a kind of acceptance rather than indifference. Maybe for the first time, Thor truly seems to have accepted that he and Loki are fundamentally different beings--and by extension, he’s accepting Loki’s nature. Yes, part of that acceptance means letting go and moving on (note: I did not say giving up) and that’s sad, but realistic I think. How many fakeout deaths and stabbings can a person be expected to withstand? “You’re you” is a significant break in pattern for Thor and Loki appears genuinely taken aback by it.

“You’re you” is a huge deal because to me, the brothers’ central conflict has always boiled down to the fact that Loki isn’t Thor (thanks, Odin, for exacerbating this tension). For Loki, that fact is a source of self-loathing and resentment, something that he can act out against and, as Tom has often said, define himself in opposition to.

By the same token I think it’s become clearer that what Loki thinks of Thor matters to Thor. For an older sibling, having a younger sibling who looks up to you and wants to be like you is perhaps one of the biggest indicators that you’re a good--dare I say worthy--person. Ever since Loki let go of Gungnir Thor has struggled to make sense of Loki’s rejection, to define himself without the security of having his brother by his side. With that in mind I’ve always seen Thor’s past attempts to bring Loki back to the “good” side as heartfelt and genuine, but also somewhat ego-driven and shortsighted because it came at the expense of Loki’s autonomy and self-identification.

Cut to now. By acknowledging that he and Loki are each their own person, Thor’s relieving Loki of the pressure and expectation to be anyone other than himself. In a way that’s a gift, but it’s also terribly sad because it’s accompanied by loss for both of them. Which brings me to:

3) “I dunno, maybe there’s still good in you but let’s be honest: our paths diverged a long time ago.”

It’s in this moment that Loki really seems to realize where this conversation is headed. And he doesn’t like it.

We know Loki lives to test Thor. It’s his (super dysfunctional and unhealthy) way of making sure Thor still cares about him. In The Dark World, Loki tests Thor’s assertions that he doesn’t trust him and has lost hope for him by ... getting himself impaled. Yeah, “dying” was also his “get out of jail free, usurp the throne” card, but it’s not insignificant that he calls Thor’s bluff in the process. 

4) “Yeah. It’s probably for the best that we never see each other again.”

Speaking of calling Thor’s bluff, I think Loki--because he’s a smart little fucker--says this in order to get ahead of the conversation. He knows what’s coming, so he pulls the classic “I’ll reject you before you reject me” move. But I don’t think he means it. It’s more likely that he’s trying to balance the scales so he’s not on the utter losing side of this conversation. And honestly? Deep down I doubt he can bear to hear Thor say it and by proactively agreeing with him he’s holding out hope that Thor will pull a “JK!” and change his mind.

5) “That’s what you always wanted.”

OMG THOR HAS GOTTEN SO SMART. I mean, I guess it’s within the realm of possibility that Thor is still really dumb about Loki’s feelings/motivations, but personally it’s more fun and satisfying to think he sees Loki’s test and raises him an even bigger one.

Loki’s face is so sad-funny. His plan backfired, he’s panicking a little, but he’s got to save face and play it cool, and he’s also legit sad because he knows this outcome is the culmination of his past actions and he did his part in paving this road for both of them. And at the end of the day he’s still the younger brother who doesn’t want to appear weak, so he’s doing his best to match Thor’s tone and attitude.

The moment when Loki lifts his chin and gives a little nod is a dead giveaway; never seeing Thor again is the opposite of what he wants, but he’s prepared to accept that it’s too late for anything else. It’s SO far from an apology, but for Loki it’s about the most mature thing we’ve seen him do.

The fact that for once they’re not arguing with each other is what made me tear up. It’s like they both know they should’ve had this conversation years ago, when it could have made all the difference, but at the same time they know that moment has passed. THIS IS FUCKING TRAGIC.

(If I wrote this movie, this would be the moment where they both dissolve into tears, fall on the floor, and cry-hug it out, which is why I write poetry and not screenplays.)

6) “Hey, let’s do Get Help.”

This was the beginning of the death of me, I will never be the same. I laughed so hard. On the surface this whole exchange may seem like just a gag--and it IS funny as hell--but I feel like it’s working on so many levels and reveals something deeper about Thor and Loki’s bond.

First of all, if you’re me, everything that preceded this moment was really uncomfortable and sad and almost unbearable to witness so I don’t think it’s a stretch to assume that Thor and Loki were feeling some of that too.

What I love about this transition is that Thor immediately cuts through the tension, probably to put both of them at ease and bring them back into the more familiar territory of their rapid-fire banter. Loki seems a bit surprised but relieved.

IMO, this brief exchange of dialogue does more to convey Loki and Thor’s bond and establish their history than anything we’ve been shown in the previous films (not counting that deleted scene from the first movie). I thought it was really poignant to see them revert to/rely upon something from their distant past. You can tell this is an argument they’ve had a zillion times before. You can tell from the stunt itself that it’s something they’ve had many opportunities to perfect. 

Even though Loki is reluctant to participate, he does, because he still craves inclusion and acceptance. Even though Thor is no longer quite as overbearing and arrogant as he once was, he regresses into that role so that he can get his younger brother back for just a moment. It’s like they’re consoling themselves without admitting that they want to be consoled. And yeah, on a practical note they also need to find a way off of Sakaar.

In conclusion, they’ve both just conceded that their relationship has reached an impasse with no real way forward, yet in the immediate aftermath of this supposed acceptance they choose to revert to an older dynamic that reflects presumably happier times. They don’t want to quit each other. This is fine. It’s fine. I’m not crying. I love them. The end.

I’m deep in my feels right now and probably projecting a lot (HI, HELLO, I HAVE A TROUBLED YOUNGER BROTHER, I’VE NEVER USED HIM AS A PROJECTILE BUT I UNDERSTAND THE IMPULSE), but even without having seen this scene in the full context of the film, it’s my favorite Thor/Loki moment to date. It’s what I’ve always wanted. It actually brings “We were raised together, we played together, we fought together” to life in a meaningful way, whereas in The Avengers I felt like those were just words.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading!

#loki #thor #thor ragnarok #headcanon #i'm on antibiotics and steroids #word vomit #taika waititi