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elliesgaythoughts · 18 days

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I saw that…

bbf trans!ellie x dom (kinda) reader

a/n: yes you may have saw this before on another account, I shared some of my work on theirs but I prefer to have it here now.

warnings: masturbation e! & r!, use of mama for Ellie and r!, sliiight teasing.

the sweat treacled down your forehead in the dark room, only the faint moonlight breaking through the space in your curtains as Ellie “fuck, ellie” littered your brain with scenarios.

your fingertips dancing along your pussy as you huffed through your pout, trying not to wake anyone else in your house, especially not the goddess that your brother called a mere friend that layed in his room, her pretty auburn hair was probably splayed against the pillow she layed on her bed on the floor, your body grew hot at the thought of her, tears hanging on your lashes as you pushed a finger inside yourself, wishing it was her and pushing a second in, just trying to mimic the feelings you know you’d feel if she were to ever lay a finger on your skin.

the sound of squelching and low groans filled the room, memories of Ellie’s length brushing against your hip as she’d yawn and reach past you for a colourful box of cereal, memories of how she fucking teased you today, strutting around your house in her grey sweatpants, her eyes lighting up whenever she’d noticed your teeth buried in your bottom lip and the plush of your thighs pressed together, just as they are now, enclosing on your wrist as you imagined her filling you up, stretching you out.

your tears streamed your face as you whispered her name, like an almost silent mantra, your back arching off the bed as your toes curled, your air caught in your throat as you leaked around your fingers, the band in your belly so so close to snapping “fffuu-ELLIE?!” your heart practically stopped in your chest as you caught Ellie’s eyes, rolling over and hiding under the fluff of your covers “please” you begged mindlessly “please oh my god” embarrassment swallowing you.

ellie, looking more concerned than you, fearing that she made you horribly uncomfortable “no uh- I’m so sorry” her hand gripped the cold gold of your handle as she covered her body with the door “I heard…” she pauses in contemplation “..noises.”

you pause, only coming to reality when you notice the blush in her cheeks, how her eyes darted around the room, how her small breasts raised and fell with each of her shallow breaths as she tried to hide herself behind your door “yeah…um” you dip your head, growing shy “c’mere” you whisper, having a good idea of what is going on behind that door as you see the subtle movements of Ellie’s hand “n-no” her voice raising in pitch “I can’t…” she ends the sentence with a light flutter of her lashes, trying to keep her eyes open, she knows you know.

and with her light huffs through her pout and her pupils blown out her head, she instantly switches the power dynamic as you softly pull down the plush of your covers, revealing the smooth flesh that adorned your chest, the soft skin of your belly as you revealed your entire body, you lay there bare for her eyes to eat greedily at every inch of your bare skin, all but what she craved most.

her palm slapping over her mouth as you watched her hand move feverently, her eyes locked onto your fingertips as they met your clit through your soaked panties, a daring whine of “ellie” rang through your room in the dark.

she was so fucking greedy “pleasee” her knees buckling as she leans back against your doorframe, shamelessly reavealing her fist gliding up and down her fucking pretty dick and the auburn trail leading down to it “hmm?” you giggled, dipping into your panties and pulling your soaked fingers out, swirling your tongue around it, your eyes never leaving hers as you bobbed your head, moaning at the taste of yourself.

her gaze ate you up “please, please mama” she gasps under her breath, her opposite hand coming up, sliding under her white tee and twisting on her nipple “aww you wanna cum, baby?”

her blushed face nods as she sighs a weak “yess” through her pout as you squeeze your legs together, finding it hard to focus as you watch her tip leak, the way a thick vein that ran stiff up the side of her beating as her belly caved “yeah?” “uh huh” she squeaks.

“so pretty” you hum “ could keep you like this forever”

“baby please” she begs.

“are you a good girl ellie?”

she’s practically cumming already as her thumb comes up and makes soft curls onto her tip “y-” cut off by her own whimpers.

“be a good girl and cum on your fucking hands” you say, sickly sweet and her body instantly curls in on itself, a line of drool slipping past her lips as she grunts to herself, before strings of cum covers her and and your name leaves her throat, her hands finally slowing and breath steadying as you step off your bed, your breasts bouncing subtly while you watch you watch her weak frame.

you stand practically bare infront of her, yet she’s the one shying away, eyes low and lips parted slightly still in shock.

your hand reaches forward and connects with her dick as you slip her back into her boxers and place a kiss on her cheek “you did so good for me mama” and your heart flutters at the bashful grin her lips curve into at the nickname, she kisses your cheek this time “thank you” her praises land in a shaky breath against you face.

“now be a good girl and go get some sleep f’me” and without a word she nods and begins to turn on her heels..

only to be interrupted by you.

she gasps in surprise as you press her against your bedroom wall, giving her a soft kiss, the feeling of bliss consuming you and her as you both sigh softly against eachother before you pull back, a shit eating grin on your face and butterflies in your belly “goodnight ellie” you grab your handle for her to leave before she leans forward “goodnight mama” she coos softly into your ear, making your heartbeat fall to your clit as her cockiness returns, mirroring your previous smirk and leaving your room silently, only giving you a quick glance over her shoulder as her eyes light up meeting yours then tip toeing into her room.

You watch her and miss her the second your door clicks, back landing against your door as you cover your mouth and squeal in excitement into your palm, giggling to yourself as you climb back into bed..

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wandussyfantasy · 1 year

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Movie Night

Summary: Wanda and you are enjoying a movie night together when she makes a bold move.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: 3.7k

WARNINGS:

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!

insecurity, smut, gn!reader amab, powerbottom!wanda, oral, hand job, fingering, praising, creampie, and fluff

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

“What do you feel like watching next?” You ask as you scroll through one of the many streaming apps that your parents pay for. It’s summer break from college and you wanted to be out having fun but unfortunately you didn't have a lot of money saved and close to zero energy with the summer job your dad had secured for you at his company. He wanted you to have more structure than he did at your age so you have to earn every penny in your account. And he did not make it easy.

Which is killing your social life that consists of friends that have big allowances and enjoy going to expensive clubs, especially since they're all now legally allowed to drink. Luckily, your friend Wanda wasn't really much for going out. She enjoys a simple night in more than anything. The two of you have been hanging out pretty much every night off that you have and you appreciate that she enjoys spending this time together. However, at this point in the summer, the two of you have made it through all of the best movies and are now challenging yourselves by watching movies you otherwise wouldn't. Some turn out to be great and others turn out to be horrible. But the horrible ones are your favorites because those are the films that make you and Wanda laugh the hardest.

Wanda suggests a movie you've never heard of and you begin searching for it, only to finally have something on. “Is it good?” you ask as you select the title.

She shrugs, “I haven't seen it but,” she looks at you nervously as she scoots closer, “I’ve heard good things about it.” Wanda grabs the throw blanket from the back of the sofa and covers your laps with it.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” you toss it in her lap, off of you. “But I'm not cold.” You clear your throat as you set the remote on the coffee table and settle back into the cushions. Your arm rests on the couch behind Wanda. The action gives her a little more confidence as gets a little closer.

As the two of you have been hanging out alone together, Wanda has developed stronger feelings for you but she didn't know how to express those. So she went to her friends Carol and Natasha. They suggested that she make sure this movie played. They said it got anyone horny and if she wanted to make a statement that let you know how much she wanted you, it was to get you in the mood.

The film opens with a graphic sex scene and you clear your throat again as you check your watch. Maybe this wasn't the kind of movie that is viewed in the living room of your parents house. You worried about them coming home to this playing. You grab the remote to lower the volume so you at least have a chance at changing the movie if they enter the house. You set the remote next to your thigh this time and relax as the scene ends and the plot begins.

You give Wanda an awkward smile as you return your focus to the screen. The actress was pretty but she wasn't really your type. The story wasn't really great, it was honestly putting you to sleep until it happens again. Another sex scene with very vocal actors making your body respond naturally. You try to subtly adjust yourself so that your pulsing bulge isn't noticeable but it is hard to do in sweatpants and Wanda does take notice. “Actually, it is a bit chilly in here,” you say as you pull the blanket back over your lap. Wanda smirks as she boldly reaches over and runs her fingers along the length of your bulge under the blanket. You freeze, unsure about what is happening. She removes her hand and pretends that she didn't do anything. You shake your head, believing that you made it up.

That is, until after the third sex scene. The storyline is back and so is Wanda's hand. Only it's creeping its way into your pants, just outside your boxers. She squeezes your erection, causing your breathing to get harder. “Wanda,” you whisper in question but she shushes you.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asks and you shake your head no. “Good,” she leans in to give you a kiss but it's interrupted by the home's intelligence system welcoming your parents home. You scramble to change the channel to something more appropriate and try to take Wanda's hand off of you but she shakes her head. “You’re just going to have to behave,” she says and although your heart races with anxiety, your dick stiffens at the idea and she knows that you love it.

You scoot closer to Wanda and grab a few more blankets to hide what's happening while lowering the temperature in the room just before your parents enter the space.

“See honey,” Tony says to his wife, “All these two get to do is rot away with movies when they could be going out.”

Pepper rolls her eyes and sets her clutch on the kitchen island behind you, “Don’t try to fool them. This parenting strategy wasn't all my idea, Tony.”

You gulp as Wanda finally slips her delicate fingers in your underwear. Her soft skin touching your burning length for the first time has you clutching your fists. “Hey guys,” you clear your throat as you look back in their direction, trying to act as normal as possible. “How was the fundraiser?”

“Boring,” Tony leans against the counter and pops a couple of grapes in his mouth. “How was your millionth movie night?”

“It’s been a lot of fun, Mr. Stark,” Wanda says as she runs her thumb over your sensitive tip. Making you want to lose yourself and moan.

Tony moves from his spot with a groan and a contorted expression, “What have I said? It's Tony. Mr. Stark is my father. I am not my father. Although, I am that one's father. I don't—”

“Dad,” you call out with a laugh to stop his rant. “She’s just messing with you.” Wanda smiles at your father and shakes his head.

“Ha ha ha, very funny,” he looks at his watch. “I’m off to bed. Don't get loud.” He walks to the stairs and you almost relax until you feel your mom's hand on your shoulder.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” she kisses your temple. “Please don't be up too late,” she says as she pulls away. “And make sure she gets home safely,” she tells you and you nod as you prepare to promise to your mother that your friend will be safe at home after this movie is over.

“Actually, I'm spending the night,” Wanda interrupts.

“Oh,” Pepper fails to hide her surprise. “Well, it's a good thing the guest bed is already set up.” She smiles and begins walking away, “See the two of you in the morning.”

Once you hear your parents bedroom door close you release all of the air you were holding as your friend jerked you off in front of your parents. “Fuck Wanda,” you gasp out. “I didn't know you were like this,” you say as you roll your hips in order to pump yourself in and out of her hand.

“I can't take all of the credit,” she says as she finally latches her lips to your throat. “Because you did so good, you get a reward.” You face her with confusion and she takes advantage of the position to kiss you on the lips. Her hand squeezes your cock causing you to grunt into her mouth.

“What’s that?” you ask with a dry throat.

Wanda smirks before she adjusts herself so that she is under the covers. You have no view of what is going on. All you can do is feel. The relief of being released from your pants. The feel of her hands working their magic on your dick. Then finally, the exciting and intoxicating contact of her tongue. You sit up straighter at the feel. It has been a long time since anyone has touched you here which made you extra sensitive to her touch. When her lips wrap around your cock you let out too loud of a moan that causes her to pull away completely. You whine at the loss and she looks up at you from under the blankets.

“You heard your dad,” she says. “We can't get too loud.”

“Please, can we move this to my room?” you ask breathlessly. As thrilling as the idea was, you know that the two of you would be mortified if either of your parents caught you in this act. Wanda nods and she gets up from the covers. You shut the tv off and tuck yourself back into your pants.

You follow Wanda into your room and once the door is locked, she pushes you onto the bed before you can finish dropping your pants and boxers. Both stop halfway down your thigh but Wanda isn't concerned about your state of undress. She wants you back in her mouth. You fall at the edge of your bed and she gets on her knees in between your legs. This time, you have a full view of her sucking on your dick. She uses her hand to massage the rest of your dick that she can't quite fit in her mouth. You lean back on your elbows as the view drives you crazy. Watching her work so much to pleasure you that when her hair falls and covers some of your view, you move it over her ear. This gives you the idea to hold on and guide her rhythm as she was starting to get a little too fast for your liking.

“Fuck, Wanda,” you whisper as you feel yourself getting close. “Hold on,” you pull her off of you as you try not to let the thought of the sweet sweet release control the situation. She looks at you with her once big green eyes, that are now dark with desire. “How far were you planning on this going?” you ask as you sit up. You pat the spot next to you to offer her a seat on the bed.

“Um,” she accepts the invitation but the question makes her a little awkward. Some of the boldness she had earlier leaves her. “I honestly didn't even plan this far ahead. The girls only told me to follow my instincts and do what felt right.” She plays with her fingers as she talks. A habit that you've always thought is adorable.

You try to fight a smile, “Ah, so you talked to Carol and Nat about me?”

“Is that bad?” She makes a face to show her concern.

You shake your head, “No, no, of course not. I think it's sweet that you went to them but, Wanda.” You sigh as you think of the right words, then you notice your stiff cock still standing at attention and now you feel a little awkward and ridiculous. “You could have come to me about this. You know, you've had my attention ever since high school,” you let out a small laugh.

“Really?” She is surprised by this information. You confirm it with a short nod. “I had no idea! You never showed any interest in me back then.”

You blush as you begin to feel a bit sheepish, “You were dating Vis back when we were all friends. It wouldn't have been appropriate. Besides, back then we all thought the two of you were made for each other. It was high school, I thought I missed my chance with you a long time ago.”

Wanda raises her eyebrows and twists her lips to the side of her face as it starts to click in her mind. “I didn't prepare for how far I want this to go but,” she bites her lip as she starts to get nervous. “I haven't… no one has ever…” you sit up straighter as you figure out what she is trying to say. “And it's not because I was waiting, it's just I never really wanted to before. But, I do now.” She reaches over to stroke your cock again,“With you,” she emphasizes.

“Are you sure?” You ask as you try to focus on her and not how good she is making you feel. Wanda nods again and leans in to kiss you on the lips. She climbs on top of you and straddles your lap without breaking any contact with you and you moan. As much as you love letting her be in control, you need to make her feel as good as she is making you feel. You're clumsy with your touch as you try to find a good place to grab her. When you settle one hand on her back and the other on her thigh, you spin the two of you on the bed so that she is laying on the mattress.

She lets out a sound in surprise as she tries to avoid breaking the kiss but you pull away so you can finish taking off your clothes. You start by pulling your shirt off and then finally dropping your pants along with your underwear. You put your hand over hers and pull it off of you. She is confused until you hook your fingers in her shorts and yank them down. You lick your lips at the sight of her wet pussy. As greedy as you wanted to be, you had to control yourself. You finish pulling her clothing down her legs with soft kisses down her legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

Wanda wasn't really on the receiving end of things so she has no idea what to do with herself other than to pull her shirt off of her and remove her bra while you make your way back to her center. When you slip your tongue between her folds for the first time, she makes a loud noise. Nothing has ever felt so good before. You shush her with a grin and she nods as she bites her bottom lip to reign in her sounds. You continue on, inserting your pointer finger and you groan at how tight she is. You haven't been anyone's first before, so you wanted to take extra care of Wanda. She deserves the best treatment possible.

You insert a second finger to stretch her a bit and start to pump them slowly. “You’re so wet,” you praise. “Fuck, Wanda,” you say again as her walls squeeze around your fingers as you pump them in and out of her. “You like it when I compliment you, baby?” You test out the term of endearment and her walls tighten around you again as she nods. “We are going to have so much fun,” you say and you pull your fingers out of her and replace them with your tongue. Wanda's thighs try to close around your head until you have to pry them open. You kiss her thighs as you get her to relax them. “I’m not going anywhere, love. It's okay,” you whisper to her.

Wanda nods and falls back onto the mattress as she had been holding herself up to watch you. She begins to fondle her breasts as shuts her eyes to focus on feeling. Your tongue and fingers teasing her entrance. Your thumb massaging her clitoris. When you enter a third finger in her. She can hardly handle any of it. “Y/n,” she whimpers when she feels something really good happening below her belly.

“Let go, Wanda,” you tell her as you work your fingers harder on her clitoris. She finally does and she covers her face with your pillow to muffle her scream. You drink as much of her arousal as you can before kissing your way back up her body. You hover over as you wait for her to come back to Earth.

“How did you do that?” She gasps out once she finally removes the pillow from her face.

“I’ll show you later,” you say. “Are you ready?” you ask as you tease the tip of your cock at her entrance. Wanda nods as she moves her hands from her chest to your biceps. You reach over to your nightstand to grab the box of condoms you kept in there but your hand lands on an empty drawer. Your eyebrows pinch together as you move away from Wanda to find nothing there. Your heart races as you pull the other drawers open and sigh in defeat. “I’m sorry, Wanda,” you scratch your head. “I don't have a condom.”

Wanda shrugs, “It’s okay, I've been on the pill forever.”

“Are you sure?” you turn to her, a bit shocked.

She nods, “Besides, I wouldn't mind feeling all of you.”

“Okay,” you say as you climb on top of her again. You adjust yourself at her entrance and pull her into another lengthy kiss. You feel her up as you prepare to enter her. You rock your hips so that your dick rubs up against her. “Mmm, you can always tell me to stop,” you remind her.

“Please don't,” she says with her hands in your hair. As your hand finds its way to her thigh, you grab your cock and aim it at her entrance. Anxious to finally feel what it's like to do this without a condom and what she is going to feel like. You slowly slip inside of her, stopping every other inch to allow her to adjust. You rub circles on her clit to try and keep the pleasure up but get sloppy as you get lost in feeling her warm tight walls around you for the first time. You almost finish inside of her right then and there. But the image of her hanging off of Vision is enough to calm you down. Until you open your eyes and face the reality that she is naked under you moaning your name.

You begin to rock your hips a little and your head falls to her shoulder. “I don't know how long I'm going to last,” you warn her as you slam all the way inside of her. She yelps in surprise and you shoot your head up gearing up to apologize but she silences you with her lips.

“It’s okay,” she says softly. “You’ll just have to make it up to me next time,” she teases a little and it makes you smile. You start to thrust into her more as you kiss her more.

“Gosh you're so tight, Wanda,” you say as you pick up speed. “Oh fuck you have no idea how long I've waited for this,” you say you kiss her shoulder. Wanda's hands are on your back as you continue to rock into her and when she digs her nails into her you have to slow down before you explode. “Damn you're too good, oh fuck, I don't want this to end just yet,” you say as you try to prolong your oncoming orgasm.

“It’s okay,” Wanda whispers in your ear. “I want you to cum inside of me,” you fall apart at her words. They trigger something inside of you that takes over and causes you to slam into Wanda harder and faster than you wanted to. You thought you could give her a slow and sweet experience for her first time, but it has been a long time since your last sexual experience, you haven't even masturbated in a while and you could only do so much when it came to your body. “Yes, yes, yes!” Wanda encourages making you feel better about fucking her so hard.

Then finally, one last thrust and you're releasing a big load of your cum inside of her. Your head falls into her shoulder again as you try to muffle your sounds. Wanda's walls close around your pulsing cock as if she is trying to milk you dry. She places lazy kisses on your face as she waits for you to be done. “You’re so amazing,” you say as you grab a few tissues from your nightstand and pull out of her. You clean your soft dick as you roll beside her on the bed. “Now, let me help you finish,” you scoot up on the bed. “Lay on top of me,” you request. Confused, she lays the front of her body on you and you lightly laugh. “Hi,” you greet.

“Hi,” she smiles.

“As much as I like to see your face,” you start as you run your fingers down her sweaty arm. “I meant the other way.”

“Oh,” she spins around on your body until her back is against you. “Like this?”

“Yes,” you say as you grab her hand. “How often do you touch yourself?”

Wanda is glad to be facing away from you as she is sure she wouldn't be able to answer this question otherwise. “I don't really,” she says shyly. “The first few times I did it, it felt wrong to be doing it. I was afraid I was going to be labeled as some sort of sex addict in school if anyone ever found out.”

“Aw lovely girl,” you say as you guide her fingers to touch her clitoris. “It’s okay to touch yourself. In fact, you should do it at least once a night.”

“Really?” Wanda leans her body further into you as you help her find her spot. “Oh god,” she moans out, “you’re right. I should do this more often.” You remove your hand from her as you watch her learn how to pleasure herself.

“Follow your instincts,” you guide her. “Find out what feels right.” She follows your directions and her breathing gets harder as she gets closer. He free hand searches for you and you give her yours. She laces your fingers together with a tight grip as she makes herself orgasm for the first time ever. Her body shakes on top of you and you kiss her temple to her shoulder as you say encouraging words until it's over.

“Thank you,” she whispers as she turns her head to kiss you.

“Thank you,” you wink at her and she shakes her head at you.

The End

#smut #wanda fanfic #wanda smut #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you

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bonesandthebees · 3 months

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It's fine I perservere through everything bc I am just that cool

Also yeah, wtf has happened since I've been gone??? Like? Last I new was the Wilbur stuff and know there's talk of the French Union threatening to sue Quackity (I think? I'm a little confused on the whole thing)

oh god sammie you have missed. so much.

um. ok. nutshell summary. this is gonna be long. (tw: talks about more abuse and SA allegations being brought against other ccs)

other mcyt cc allegations after wilbur:

you know what happened with wilbur. after all the support shelby received, another streamer caitibugzz (another brighton cc) came forward with her own story about being sexually assaulted by a cc at vidcon while she was 18 and he was 26. she didn't name him but like with wilbur it didn't take long for people to figure out she was talking about georgenotfound. anyway, uh, that spiraled into a thing. george said a lot of shit, dream involved himself way too much, it was a mess.

immediately after that, punz's ex girlfriend, andi, came forward and discussed how toxic their relationship was and detailed a time they had sex while she was blackout drunk, which is SA. punz did respond insisting he didn't realize how drunk she was, it turned into a whole thing, andi's response basically boiled down to read both sides of the story and form your own opinion.

also then punz jumped in on whatever the hell was going on with dream and george with george's own allegations and discussed how in his entire friendship with dream he's felt very intimidated to speak out against him and often thought of him as a boss more than a friend. along with that he also brought up a point regarding his ex girlfriend andi, but I'm not going to go into too much detail on that because I don't believe andi wanted all that information to be made public and punz later deleted the posts.

at the same time another thing happened. another cc in the brighton group, lexie marie, had spoken out multiple times about how her ex was emotionally abusive to her and the day before wilbur posted his 'apology', she and shelby even did a whole stream together discussing abuse and their experiences. anyway, lexie's abuser was publicly named as wisp, so yeah he responded with an 'apology' of his own.

NOW AS FOR QSMP:

like a week or two after wilbur's 'apology' was posted, a former admin of one of the qsmp updates accounts came forward on twitter and discussed the terrible working conditions she and all the other admins have been having to deal with working for quackity studios. we learned that the updates accounts and the egg admins were unpaid, and were often pushed to pulling more hours or doing extra work they shouldn't have. this blew up in the community and quackity ended up doing a stream to say he basically has to do an entire restructure of the server because the finances for the server were being severely mishandled and he was under the impression most of these people were getting paid when they were not. (also, during this stream quackity made a quick aside to say that wilbur was going to be removed from the qsmp)

since then, more admins have left the team (agent 18, ramón's current admin) saying they haven't received communication and aren't sure what's going on.

one of the issues the initial whistleblower brought up was that pomme's admin had just recently been removed from the whitelist for the server and kicked from the discord server without being given much of an explanation. the french cc's all collectively said if pomme was not given back her role they would not continue on the server. today pomme's admin revealed herself and made a post saying she still hasn't received any communication with the team and is quitting entirely. dapper's admin resigned in solidarity with her.

then today quackity did another stream discussing how things are taking time because they have to work out a lot of internal legal issues and because it's legal stuff he can't give that many updates. he's also been hesitant to update people because he doesn't want to make false promises, as right now the qsmp does not have enough money to pay the egg admins and they won't return unless he finds funds for that because he's ending all unpaid positions. also, as people have left the project, some have been posting private screenshots from the qsmp discord or from communications with the qsmp team and quackity has said these leaks have been causing issues with the legal stuff they're dealing with, and also what's going on has been misconstrued as a result of these leaks, so that's another reason he's been keeping quiet about things. but he's determined to work this all out and to keep the qsmp going, but he completely understands if people don't want to stick with the project or if people who have worked with it wish to leave.

as far as the union goes, the initial whistleblower was a french admin for the updates account and so when she left the studio she contacted a french union about the unfair working conditions. the union has posted on twitter calling out quackity studios saying they're in violation of french labor laws and that if quackity refuses to communicate with them they will pursue legal action. except today we also learned from one of the union guys on twitter that they have not attempted to email him at all. they made their posts on twitter and said it's quackity's responsible to contact them. for the record, quackity deleted twitter a while ago so he's not on that platform right now. as you can see this raised some eyebrows.

so uh yeah. I'm missing a lot of details I know but I was trying to give as much of a summary as I could hitting all the major points. you have missed literally the most insane past few weeks.

#ask #sammiekel

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minimumwagecola · 2 months

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🎩 WELCOME… TO THE A-GAYZING RIZZITAL CIRCUS! MY GAMERTAG IS CAINE, AND IM QUEER TO SHOW YOU THE MOST OHIO-SENDING, SKIBIDI EDGING, DISCORD MEWING YOU'VE EVER PHANTOM TAX, ISNT THAT, GIGA CHAD?

🫧 'THATS RIGHT SIGMA, I CANT WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOUVE GYATT IN THE KITCHEN TODAY!'

🎩 WELL, LETS NOT GRIMACE-WASTE, LETS ISHOWSPEED RIGHT INTO THE FAMILY GUY COMPILATIONS!

🎶 banban, and goku, and big chungus too, pepe, peppino, amongus, delulu!~ 🎶 gay after gay after day we fry, as the renegade pokimane makes us cry 🎶

🐰 ''gayine, is this another goofy ahh grassy pillow again? or is this a new subscriber? cause if its a new twitch donator.. we gyatt to redo this whole mlg monologue!''

📐 ''im not doing gyatt again."

🎩 ''MY MY, IT APPEARS A SUS IMPOSTER HAS JOINED THE LOBBY!"

🤡 ''HOW DO I… LEAVE THE SIN CITY WASNT MADE FOR ME''

🐰 ''just keep edging gyatt it, that ellen degeneres for all of us''

🤡 ''what the barnacles!?!? i-i-i-i put on owlhouse and now im here? who are you baby gronks? why cant i leave floptok? how do i leave minecraft?''

🎀 ''lets all kai calm-net down, everythings gyonna be okay thugshaker, weve all been through this escape the ariana grande obby, you just need to-''

🤡 ''WHAT THE VINE BOOM IS GOING ON- what?''

🎩 ''WARNING ONE, YOU CANNOT SWEAR IN GENERAL! THE GAY-MAZING RIZZITAL CIRCUMSIED IS A PLACE TO BE CLIPPED BY ALL STREAMERS, EVERYTHING CAN HAPPEN HERE! execpt for being the biggest bird ''

🤡 ''how do i.. lightskin leave?''

🎩 ''👁️👄👁️''

🎀 ''..well.. dont make a twitlong about this but-'

🐰 ''the only way you can leave is by watching phonk nair videos''

🤡🤡 ''(TIM ALLEN SHOCK NOISE)''

📐 '':mute jax.. but hes right.. welcome to the underground, how was the fall?''

🤡 ''WHAT DO YOU MEME?"

🎀''guys… dont be straight.."

🐰 ''weve been scrolling on tiktok for years.. old finger over theres been streaming the longest''

♟️''MISTER BEEASSSSSTTTT!''

🐰 ''thats why he needs to stop it.. get some help''

🤡 ''oh.. ogay, now i gyatt it! im watching dream, i should just get in the uber!''

🐰 ''whatever you say lesbian''

🎭''..my obama prisim.." :(

🐰 ''so crane, where we dropping boys?"

🎩 ''ID LIKE TO SHOW OUR BRAND NEW MOD MY ROBLOX OBBY FIRST, OFF WE GO!''

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🎩 ''here we have GARTEN OF BANBAN, this is where the florida men are kept, along with the FNF mods, these mods may include- GIVE HIM BACK!!!!!!!! GIVE HIM BACK!!!!!!! HES MINEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! >:((((

🤡 '' is gyatt all there rizz?''

🎩 '' OF COURSE NOT, THIS IS.. MY SPLATOON 2 LETSPLAYS!! we dont watch my OLD videos, i w(a)(m)s racist homophobic sexist abelist terrorist watchlist slay back then.

🤡 ''(huh cat)-''

🎩 '' we stay RIGHT HERE where i can keep my 70 ALTERNATIVE ACCOUNTS!! YOULL NEVER KNOW MY MAIN."

🌙 '' IVE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT- ''

🎩 ''DONT MAKE ME PISS ON YOU AGAIN''

🤡 ''wait whats th- HHRUEEGGEYYAHHAHAUHASGSGUGDS :vomits vomits vomits vomits vomits vomits: ''

🎩 '' WOAH!!!!!! SHES LITERALLY DOING THE GWIDDY!''

🫧 ''me too!! watch me boss!!!!!!!"

🎩 "Stop."

🤡 ''Was that an skibidi toilet I saw out there? Is gyatt a way get a weave?"

🐰 '' What toiwet? If there was a way to not be a noob vs pro im pretty sure we'd all be hackers by now. "

📐''Yeah, what are you waffling about?"

🎩'' I ASS(ure) YOU, THERE RIZZ NO EASTER BUNNY, THERE IS NO FEETFAIRY, AND THIS RIZZ NO QUEEN OF ENGLAND!''

🤡''YOUR MOM HITS IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A CHROMEBOOK CHARGER-''

🎩 '' THATS WHY YOU SOUND LIKE THE ROBLOX COIL SOUND BITCH BOI- how about we talk about roblox doors? Whats your gamer tag?''

🤡 ''my @ is… uh.. OH FUCK. ALL I CAN POST IS ☻/ This is bob. Copy and paste him so he can take over youtube. /▌ /\ ''

🎩 ''FORGOT PASSWORD? SIGN IN USING EMAIL ADDRESS.. OR MAKE A NEW ACCOUNT! ENTER NEW NAME AND NEW PASSWORD''

🤡 ''GOD FUCKING DAMMIT KRIS WHERE THE HELL ARE WE''

🎩''dont you worry your 0% rizz, your new tumblr url can be ANYTHING! Heweby acknowwedging that youw chosen name and ow names may nowt bweach the Digitaw Ciwcus usew wicense agreement stating that youw name may nowt incwude objectionabwe content. Objectionabwe content incwudes but is nowt wimited to: Sexuawwy expwicit matewiaws, obscene, defamato-wy, wibewous, swande-wous, vio-went, and ow un-wawfuw content ow pwofanity. ''

🤡'' erm… actually.. randomly generate it please. ''

🎩 ''lets see… Who is Pomni - for 300?'' (jeopardy)

🤡 ''(womp.)

🎩 ''you're right, marketable, lets try gyatt again! what do you think of XDDCC? ''

🤡 '' BIYTCH IS YOU BLIND-''

🎩 '' badonkers. dobonhonkeros. massive doboonkabhankoloos. big ol' tonhongerekoogers!!! we should start a sidequest with our new donator, XDDCC!!! ''

🐰 ''i said that at 3:20 in the original pilot''

🎩 ''YYYOUUUUUU! SOILDJABOY OFF IN IT, WATCH ME CRANK IT WATCH ME ROLL, WATCH ME CRANK THAT SOULJA BOY THEN SUPERMAN THAT, NOW WATCH ME YUUU-''

🫧'' (plays kevin mcloyed)''

🎩'' ########### ## ####### ### ### # # ##### ''

🤡 ''does anybody in this thread play minecraft-''

🎩 '' SINCE YOUR ACCOUNT IS 12 MINUTES OLD, were gonna make this simple for your ipad baby ass, a simple oklahomo powered adventure to warm you up to the pizza tower. ''

📐 ''NO!! I DONT WANT TO PLAY WII SPORTS… GRRR… eyes glow red''

🎩'' dont worry zooble/halfdemon/princess/rich/gamer/wolf/donttouchmytail/crush;secret!!! ill make it so you can play it on console AND pc! ''

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🎩 '' hello everybody my name is markiplier and welcome to gather the number lore! thats right! here in the rainbow friends playplace will be rizzed up with swifties, you gotta catch em- (COPYRIGHT)''

🫧 ''what are swifties?''

🎩 ''thanks for the ask, anon! theyre mid-''

🫧''can it run bad apple''

🎩 ''..they-''

🫧''..can it play megalovani----''

🎩'' Swifties are part of the number lore that vore everything and draw anything they rizz into! Why do these sans fangirls do this? How do you block them? thats for me to know and for you to find out.''

🤡''…what… did any of gyatt mean?''

🎀 ''oh, hes just ai generating mr beast videos, theyre content farm so the ipad babies dont go insane.''

📐''speak for yourself motherfucker, if anyone needs me im smoking a fat blunt- OH GOD OH FUCK- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa….''

🐰''oh no, they killed zooble.. you bastards.. anyway you lesbians wanna play touhou?''

🎀'' (pheonix wright) HOLD IT!! we should check on KSI-FMO. I'm pretty sure he'd like to challange XDDCC to a boxing match!''

♟️''THERES 104 DAYS IN SUMMER VACATION-''

🎀'' You wanna come with us to *check on boykisser kaufmonster, how should i feel?''

♟️''Not rizzly. I think Kevin macleoufmos got packed by packgod. Last time I spoke with him, he was watching Lankybox for over 6 hours."

🤡''whose lankybox?''

♟️''No."

🎭''can someone save my goth genderfriend :(''

🤡 '' Well if you wont tell me, then I'll just ask him. And then I'll stop watching dream and watch tubbo instead!"

🐰 ''Heh. She still thinks dream isnt a pedo."

🎀 ''why are you looking at me like that? …. fa-"

🐰 ''im fine with doing (yourmom) as long as I get to see vanossgaming gmod prophunt funny moments- OW. okay ive had enough of these spambots. You, me, and XDDCC will go to the gastation. Sexualized ribbons and tumblr sexyman together will go block all the swifties.

🎀 ''..is shipping them a good idea?"

🐰 ''of course i do, im also a tumblr sexyman, whats gonna happen? i get shipped next? (proweler meme)''

🎭 ''…my comedy cock is broken again.''

♟️''okay. wait WHAT. ''

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🎀''Welcome to the internet, have a look around, anything skibidi or phantum tax can be found. We gyatt maximum sigma grindset, but- WAIT XDDCC NO DONT LOOK UP YOUR OWN NAME!- '

🤡 ''I dont understand.. why go to the goofy ahh meepcity parties instead of trying to exit terraria?''

🎀''Well, we usually do, when we first make an account. But after awhile you start to realize that shiny hunting for the same pokemon or trying to get your favorite animal crossing villager to visit your island will make you become marketable and youll succumb to the pibby glitch."

🐰''Thank goodness this is all just an SMP, right XDCC?''

🤡''……………………… Why are we here again? Who am i, who am i? What are you even saying?''

🎀''We're gyetting one of the boys at 3 am." … Huh. Maybe he's off-stream mining? Hope he's not in creative.

🐰''Dont worry raggedy andy, Im gonna be so racist itll open the door."

🎀 ''JAX NO!!! YOU SHOULDNT BE RACIST TO DOOR!!!!''

🐰''Okay i wont be racist… JUST KIDDING, IM ULTRA RACIST NOW. You're not afraid of gay people, are you?"

🎀''JAXX!!!!!!!!! THATS LITERALLY MY ONLY FEAR (homophobic) WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS…!!!"

🐰''(minecraft open door) im gonna have to take my balls back from you kaufy. Papyrus.. im going to grillbys, do you want anything?"

🎀 ''..OH….. KAUFMO985 BECAME PART OF THE PIBBY GLITCH. INSERT SEINFIELD THEME."

tobecontinued.

#cw longpost #cw tadc #cw the amazing digital circus

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hopepunkhealer · 20 days

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Hey hey hey!! Ghostflower!!

On the topic of physical media, for that debate, if it ever comes up again, tell your teacher that when they get married (or imagine the wedding they already had). The DJ they hired shows up. Their entire system is built on streaming because it’s accessible and the easiest way to get into DJing anymore.

But uh oh. The service isnt great. Or they forgot to download something to play offline. Or the wifi is being weird. Or they were planning on using spotify and suddenly spotify changed their terms of service and wont function as a third party service for DJ equipment (cause that actually happened). So now the DJ you hired doesnt have access to many songs, let alone the ones that you requested for specific moments. So now what? Without physical media, your wedding is out of luck.

The point is, just because the majority of people dont use it regularly, doesnt mean its not something that other people dont need. DJs *need* to be able to make and use physical media. Im sure there are more professions that need it too. But if you want your wedding to go smoothly (music wise) you should 100% have a DJ that has physical media at least as a back up.

(Using weddings as an example cause that tends to be the end all be all event for a lot of people that they always want to go perfect - same could be applied to any event you hire a dj for)

- @safety-pin-punk

my teacher was on my side of the argument, it was my classmates who were against it.

it started because we brought up music streaming, and I mentioned if you lose the account you bought music through or streamed through, you lose that music, and one particular classmate told me I was wrong (her favourite thing to do, mind you), and that streaming services are a perfectly fine way to do music. and yes, spotify is quick, its convenient, etc. but the example I had was ITunes, specifically the fact that my mum lost hundreds of dollars of music when apple switched from Itunes to apple music, because she doesn't use apple anymore and couldn't sign anything in.

classmate and i then went back and forth for another 10 minutes and classmate finding some kind of counter for every single (what I thought were good) argument I made.

but either way, my general statement in most things, is that physical media is so important, not only because of the "it means you own it" argument, but also for media preservation. so many streaming services just take down shows or movies or music just to clear server space, and it means there is more and more lost media.

like think ahead in your life if you have young kids in your life (be that students, friends kids, family, etc) and you want to show them what you were like as a kid/teenager/young adult/etc, one of the best ways to do that would be pictures in a photo album where yes, something could happen to that photo album, so its a good idea to keep back up copies online anyway, but having that solid tangible picture is so special.

#ask #mutual key my beloved #ghostflower #this got rambley. so did the tags (feel free to ignore the tags lol)#this is the same classmate who used to use my families money issues as an example in her political rants #and also has called me a poser multiple times because my patch jacket doesn't have anything political on it #im beginning to think classmate does this for fun #because i swear every time i say anything she has to find an issue with it #this is also the classmate who i used t date #and who tore me apart as a way to break up with me because she was sick of me #called me uncaring and said all i do is be an asshole and she was sick of dating me #...i probably have some stuff to work though with that

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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wallflower 41

Warnings: age gap, creepin’, slow burn, stepdad-adjacent, possible noncon/dubcon, abuse, violence, self-harm, manipulation, panic attack, dissociation, gaslighting.

Character: silverfox!Thor

Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her.

Note: <3 Another erratic drabble series. Appreciate any and all feedback. Love you all. And I didn’t expect this chapter to go this way or to be a bit longer than usual.

You don't quite fall asleep, sitting in a half slump against Thor as he rumbles behind you. You're too afraid to move in fear he'll wake and start again. You can do nothing but reflect on his unexpected words.

Loves you? No. Your mother used to get drunk enough to say that sometimes. You always knew she was lying, even if you tried to believe it.

Thor's hurt and confused. Like you. You've been mean. You didn't mean to but he's right. Everything he's done for you and what did you do? You ditched him. He brought you all the way here and what thanks does he get?

He shifts in his sleep and snorts loudly, jarring you in surprise. You look back at him, instinctively putting your hand on his shoulder. The morning light streams in and stings your eyes. You can't stay there forever.

You move slowly, heart beating wildly as you draw away from him. You reach over him and drag down the thin waffled blanket across his body. He snores and you let out a breath. He'll feel real shitty when he wakes up.

Quietly, you tiptoe to the kitchen and take careful account of the counters and cupboards. You soften the click of a door and pull out a bag of coffee from the neatly organised basket of supplies. You'll have to thank Loki, it must be his doing.

You set about figuring out the coffee maker and let it percolate. You peek into the living room before breaking the threshold. Thor continues his thunderous slumber and you flit to the front door.

You let yourself out into the early chill. It's brisker in the mornings but nothing so frigid as home. The afternoon will be balmy again. It's like spring.

You sit on the top step and watch the blue sky. You didn't check the time but it might be later than you thought. You watch a bird overhead and the sun blurs in the edge of your vision.

You hear traction on the ground and glance over. Loki strolls with hands in his pockets, not seeing you at first as he watches the sky. You think of hiding but it's too late for that.

"Morning," he tilts his chin down, "you look... tired."

"Oh, uh, it's early," you shrug.

"Is it?" He smiles, "I suppose when you associate with my niece, it would be."

"Yeah, I uh," you rub your neck and glance over your shoulder, "I should get some coffee."

"Mmm, sounds delicious," he intones.

You pause and swallow, your mouth dry as your ears buzz. You don't want to be rude. You feel bad enough. If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't even be here.

"Want some?" You plant a hand on the porch and push yourself up.

He steps forward and offers his hand. He helps you to your feet and you thank him quietly, "I'd love a coffee with you, darling."

"Will you... wait out here?" You ask, "sorry, I made a mess last night. Promise I'll clean it up before I'm gone."

"Not to worry," he lets you go, long fingers brushing over yours, "I do not judge but I will not embarrass you. I can wait, enjoy the view."

He turns and once more faces the horizon. You nod and suck in air. It's going to be okay. You'll talk to Thor, when he's sober it will be easier.

You go inside, creeping along as you watch the back of the couch. You hear his low breaths, his snore quieter than before. In the kitchen, you set out an empty mug for Thor and fill two others. You carry them through, wary of the sleeping body across the room.

You edge through, focusing on not spilling the coffee as Loki waits, leaning on the column that hold up the porch overhang. You hand him the black mug and keep the blue one for yourself. He thanks you and stays as he is, gazing out across his property.

"I was thinking, about you, darling," he begins, "about our session. I believe this place has brought you peace already. I will discuss with my brother but I would like to speak to you first." He pauses to take a sip, blowing away the steam as he looks at you, "you are more than welcome to stay beyond the week's end."

You raise your brows and take a gulp, the coffee burning your tongue. You sniff and shrug.

"I don't know..."

"I only want you to consider it. There is no expectation, no pressure. Only a suggestion, an invitation," he explains, "but I sense now that your former peace is fleeting."

"N-no, I'm okay. I just... didn't get much sleep," you yawn, "really, it's all very nice and I've had such a good time. I just..." you take in a breath, "I don't belong here."

"Don't...?" He frowns, "what do you mean?"

"This isn't my family. This isn't... my home. Not here, not Thor's, not anywhere."

His green eyes bore into you, "where else would you go?"

"No where, I guess, but you said you could find me somewhere. A shelter, right? Or maybe... a hospital."

"I don't think--" he pauses and inhales, "that's for very extreme cases, darling, but you're not... I don't think you belong there either."

You shake your head. You don't know anything. You're helpless, pathetically so.

"Do you not want to stay here? Or is it my brother?" He wonders.

"No, no, I'm so grateful but--"

"That's not what I'm asking."

You meet his eyes and freeze. He waits but you can't say it. Before he can break the silence, a lumbering gait comes from within and the door swings open. Thor leans heavily on the frame and shields his eyes from the daylight.

"Brother," Loki greets with a hint of surprise, "I had no idea you were... around."

"Hmmph," Thor grumbles, "what-- kitten?"

"He had a rough night," you say, "he got a little lost on his way back from the cellar."

"Kitten," Thor growls deeper and drops his hand, standing straight with a wince, "I'm perfectly fine. What are you doing hanging around here? Slithering like the snake you are."

"Please, let's not. I was simply having a coffee with--"

"You do too much," Thor sneers.

"Speak for yourself," Loki turns and sets his coffee on the flat rail of porch, "she may be too nice to tell the truth but it seems you invited yourself drunkenly into her villa. And I am the presumptuous one?"

"You talk a lot," Thor's feet hit the wood harshly as he nears his brother, "and you say things that are not true and she knows no better than to believe you."

Loki laughs and rolls his eyes, "me? Oh brother, I am trained to spot projection a mile away."

"Tell him, kitten, I did nothing wrong," Thor growls.

"Can you even remember what you did? Or perhaps you are afraid she might star--" Loki staggers back as Thor's fist cracks across his jaw.

You cry out in shock as he stumbles down the stairs and cradles his face. Thor goes to follow him as your nerves ping off each other. You insert yourself between him and the steps before you can think, pushing against his stomach.

"Stop, stop," you squeal as your eyes sear, "please stop! Stop!"

"Kitten, he's lying--"

"He didn't say anything!" You holler, "back up. Back up! You're--- you're-- scary. You're scaring me."

He lets off, inching away as you keep your hands up. You peek over your shoulder and descend cautiously. You go to Loki as he holds up his bloodied hand and snorts into a choke.

"Are you okay?" You whimper, dizzy at the dark crimson smear across his palm.

"I have taken worse," Loki affirms, "and not the first it's come from him." He straightens and blots his nose with his sleeve, "come, darling, I couldn't stomach to leave you alone with this brute."

Loki takes your arm with his unsullied hand and turns you away, dipping his head down as he tries to stem the free flow. You hear Thor as he clamours down the porch, "Kitten--"

"Do not force me to reciprocate, brother," Loki spits back as he leads you on, "we know how that shall end."

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #wallflower #series #au #silverfox #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #mcu #marvel #avengers

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catalinaflores · 9 months

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“Hi TicTac,” Tim says. He’s wearing a sweater—olive green cashmere, a size too big—and sunglasses, streaming live from the front seat of his parked car. “I just wanted to take a moment and address—”

Something catches his eye and his attention flickers down to the comments.

“No, these glasses aren’t Gucci, they’re uh. CVS?”

A quick shake of the head and a shrug to reorient himself also offers a view into the interior of the car—leather seats, clean and shiny.

“Anyway, so like, some people have been all over my account lately calling me a ‘nepotism baby’ and I just wanted to say, like. I see your frustration, but also—”

He’s fidgeting as he speaks, fiddling with the hems of his sleeves if he’s not running a hand through his hair.

“Like, it’s kind of upsetting to me, because my parents are dead? My parents were murdered. And like, yeah I was fortunate enough to be adopted by someone very well off, and I grew up in a comfortable home, but—no, okay comfortable does not always mean,”

As he leans down to read the comment better, he shifts the phone—he’s sitting in a parking garage somewhere. Equally nice cars all visible in the background.

“—nevermiiiiind, you’re definitely a child. Anyways, it’s just really annoying to have to come on here and. Like, I’m not. I don’t even have a job, so how could I be benefitting from—”

Comment distraction again—this time instead of leaning towards his phone, he leans back in exasperation.

“Duke, I know your handle, stop spamming the word ‘unemployed.’”

Tim closes his eyes and takes a moment before continuing.

“Um, so. Like, for example, Bruce, my adoptive father, I’m not the only kid he’s adopted. And none of us have jobs through him… well, Dick did for a bit but I think he got fired? But like. Adoption is trauma, not everything that comes of it is magically good, y’know. Like, one of his other sons was killed because of their connection, you wouldn’t really call that a nepotism benefit, would—”

“Dude just said he’s better than,” Tim mutters to himself as he leans in to read another comment. “Okay, no, I’m not saying I’m better than Jason Todd—”

He heaves an exaggerated groan and turns off the camera.

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steph on me ⦾spoilerstreams: Oh honey this is not the way

hello ⦾jOnK12: Comfotrable means rich 😂 hello ⦾jOnK12: Thats what my mom says steph on me ⦾spoilerstreams: ⦾jOnK12 Tell her she’s right

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L ⦾a.for.asbestos: “i’m better than jason todd” - tim drake

#tim drake #social media au #batfam social media #batfam #i shant tag the folks in the comments just yet but inevitably we have seen/shall see: lonnie tam duke and steph for certain. perhaps others #im not sold on formatting. this is simply easier than the alternative (custom ao3 skin my beloathed)#nepo baby au #leni writes

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singaporesainz · 5 months

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Multiple hot takes in this one:

I think people who keep up with wags are weird especially those who make fan pages and defend them like they know them especially for the wags who literally never interact with people so you don’t even know their personalities. I think it’s also weird when you see a photo of a driver with their partner ie Oscar and lily and people go oh she’s Barbie and he’s there I guess like you can compliment her but putting down a person to compliment another is crazy to me. It’s just icky because if someone said that to my partner or about them I’d be upset. It’s just weird 😰 obviously there are exceptions for if they’re in their own field and you genuinely like their work then that’s okay. Like Alex’s gf lily who’s a pro golfer, but only liking their stuff when it’s attached to said driver and them being a wag is the weird bit.

Speaking of Oscar, this is more Charles fans, I love Charles a lot but those Charles fans who come out of the woodwork to use Oscar to put lando down is insane. Lando will have a bad stop and Oscar will do a good thing and I just see all these Charles fans saying Oscar finally showing lando he’s washed or I bet landos pissed Oscar won before him, which has been proven wrong on many occasions he’s proud of Oscar and does everything to bring it up knowing Oscar won’t really brag about it . Like you guys should be more worried about what war Ferrari is brewing over there instead of trying to make it seem like lando and Oscar hate eachother.

Which brings me to my third take, I love c2 content it’s great but people who are deluding themselves into thinking they’re besties is crazy. It’s okay they can just be teammates no one’s gonna die. I feel like people use the excuse oh well would you laugh with someone you hated? Uh yes especially if I have to work with them, you can also have good times with someone you don’t like. Plus they get paid for this so obviously theyre gonna laugh and do whatever to secure their seats. I’m not saying they hate eachother either I’m just saying they’re coworkers atleast and at most friends but those type of friends you make in certain classes so it makes time go faster ya know.

Also Carlos needs to muzzle his mother because lord I would not let my family members have twter accounts or social media accounts. The way you could literally lose your seat over something a family member likes is crazy. Like why was she beefing with Ferraris long standing driver you’d think she’d want her son to keep his chair especially since Carlos’ sponsor backing is leaving the team. I’d be all up on twter liking c2 content and even some Charles posts congratulating him on doing good like cmon. Shit talking your competitor isn’t gonna work with Carlos like it did his dad in rallying but that’s neither here nor there

One last thing which might be so controversial but like I gotta say it. Checo hate is ridiculous, Yes he made the woman should be in the kitchen statement but you have to understand that was a long time ago and after that incident he apologized profusely and he even has an organization to help young women in motorsports and always mentions the women who work in motorsports. Yes he shouldn’t have said it in the first place but he has learned and grown and showed that he grew from that. It’s a lot more than some of the current drivers who have said or laughed at jokes at women’s expenses and never apologize. hate him for cheating, like honestly there’s a few drivers I don’t like because of cheating that’s just a moral thing on my end but I think the unnecessary hate is unneeded.

This just came to me while rereading this but also those people who compared Bianca being ableist to lando moaning in stream are mad weird. So obsessed too like yall are missing the whole point of why everyone’s upset just so you can whine about how you don’t like lando like he’s not a 25 year old man who can do what he wants. Lando being silly and horny on stream is not the same as using autism as a derogatory word towards another driver who is doing your dream job ((finishing 27th in your championship while your teammates all finished 1-2-3 is embarrassing) (don’t even get me started on her exploiting her brother))

Anyways just wanted to get that off my chests sorry for the essay 🤞😺

girlie pop this is an ESSAY, and im glad you decided to get it off your chest on my blog fr. though i will say that i do not have it in me to respond to every point to great detail so, sorry.

keeping up with wags -> i've been saying this and i agree. wag obsessed people are fucking weird i could go into heavy detail and i have.

oscar -> i didn't think charles fans were doing that thought it was just people who had a general distaste for lando. i've seen the discourse about how lando is probably hurt/salty/angry but people like to make something out of nothing. theyre bored.

c2 -> my personal take is theyre strictly work friends. like neither of them would go out of their way to try and hangout beyond the track, but they get along fine when they need to. i dont think there are any ill feelings there btjm

carlos's mom -> yeah don't know what to say about this except she's a mom being a mom, and not realizing that her likes are public. can't speak to reyes and her ways, as i've said before i try not to pay too much attention to watch goes on outside of carlos really.

checo hate -> i know it exists but i havent come across it to get into detail. but wild loud hate on any driver i think is fucking ridiculous. like the haters who are loud and proud and harassing the driver?? theyre gross and pathetic.

bianca discourse -> didn't know people were comparing??? girlie idk what side of social media you're on but it sounds like a weird and scary place. and people who are doing that are just trying to find a way to diminish her and validate their burning desire to just hate on her.

#hot take hotline #wag discourse #oscar piastri #c2 #carlos sainz #checo perez #bianca busamante

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twicesserafim · 1 year

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"Change for us, since you ruined me."

Warnings: Arguments?? and smut.

Sakura professional gamer/streamer au [a, f, s]

[gxg] [g!p sakura]

Not proofread so sorry for spelling errors 😭

...

Dating a gamer wasn't hard. There were a few simple rules,

When playing games she will scream and be loud, don't complain.

Don't bother her when she's playing games, unless you're about to die.

When she's live, don't even come near the room, she doesn't want people to know about you.

Don't stop her from spending money on her games.

Never, and i mean never. Tease, text or call her when playing games.

Oh and, what happens in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom. You don't take it anywhere else, god forbid her gaming room.

Now.. why? who knows. It's just her thing, but you don't complain or ask, it's not that you aren't curious. You just didn't want to bother her or interfere with her games.

Because no one can, not even you or her mother. Games are on top of everything to her. And that is starting to annoy you, you've been dating sakura since the beginning of her career, 2016. 7 years, yet there isn't much progress.

Very rare or just common pet names, if anything there were even less then before.

At this point you thought you guys were never going to get married, i mean come on, 7 years and no progress? it's like she sees you as a close friend, and not her future wife.

And don't even get me started on sex, there's aftercare, but there not much. She loses a game, goes upstairs, uses you to take her anger out, orders you ice cream or a drink to the house and goes back to game.

She's gaming continuously and you're over it.

If this is what your relationship and the rest of your life with her was gonna be like, you don't want any part in it.

"saku-chan" Rule 2, broken. "what? didn't i say not to bother me while i play games?" "can we talk?" "later" "you better remember" "yeah, yeah" You scoffed and knew she wasn't gonna remember.

This isn't the first time you've tried this. "we should break up." "what? y/n. this is a horrible way to get my attention." "i mean it" "no you don't" "well then what am i supposed to do, sit around the house and wait for my girlfriend to get off her games.. but the time never comes?!"

"are you kidding? over some games? we've been dating for years!" "how many?" "well.. i- uh.." "sakura!" "im sorry! i don't even know what day it is, okay?" "when's our anniversary?" "um, let me check my phone"

"it's not on your phone" "what? yes it is." "then why didn't you remember?" "what do you mean?" "yesterday, kkura. our anniversary was yesterday." "no it wasn't. there's no way- shit." "yeah. and when was the last time we went on a date?"

She remained silent as you raised an eyebrow. "can't remember, can you?" "i.." "and after 7 years, im still a secret? we've been together for as long as you've been active!" "well people think i'm single so they.. give me more money.." "that's not good. i've seen your streams, you know?"

"wait, you have?" "im glad you wear bras." Sakuras eyes widened. "you saw those?" "the people that pay you to take your shirt off while you game? yes." "y/n.." "let's break up" "no!" she yelled out in panic, fully taking off the headset.

Standing up and grabbing your wrist so you couldn't go. "i'm sorry" "you're not sorry" "i am, i swear!" "prove it" "prove it?" "you know i can see what you buy because our bank accounts are joined, right?"

"huh? and what about it?" "a keyboard, a new monitor, a tv, another monitor, a mouse pad, a ps5, 3 more controllers, 2 headsets, 2 mic's, 7 new games and a mic stand? you don't need any of that!" "you can't be serious. that's my money!" "and you're throwing it around like it's a toy!"

"am not!" "are too! saku, you have 3 montors, 2 headset, a mic, a mouse, a mouse pad, a laptop, a computer, a controller, like 200 games and lights. what else do you need?" "everything i bought" "you don't need that."

Rule 4, broken.

Sakura scoffed and said back, "you know nothing." "maybe, but i'm like 2 years younger, yet my job is more stable, i make more and i'm more mature." "mature? debatable." "your rules are stupid."

"whatever." "you're always screaming, i can't sleep." "and? im gaming!" "can you consider my feelings for once? because god, saku. I can barely feel if you love me or not." She couldn't find the right words to say so you just continued.

"it's stupid, it's so fucking stupid how in love with you i am. And i don't even know why! i barely see your stupid beautiful face, your annoying voice is never talk to me, the cute smiles you show are never for me, do you even want to get married? ever?"

"of course i do" "then what's stopping you?" "money" "and that's because?" "..gaming?" "right. and do you want to get married?" "to you? yes." "then prove you do" "how?" "figure it out" "but-" "i don't know what i got myself into, but this isn't what i was expecting or wanted"

"what?" "i feel like you only keep me around so we have sex" "what? no!" "then what? i because i don't why im in love with you" "huh?" "jeez. because you don't talk to me, i barely see you, so it's not looks or personality"

"did you just call me ugly?" You sighed before groaning. "you're so pretty it's annoying and infuriating" Sakura didn't say anything, but she was biting her lip, holding back a smile. "don't smile, it's not the time."

She immediately put on a straight face, making you raise an eyebrow. You looked at her for a few seconds before sighing. "listen, kkura" "mhm, im listening." "im leaving." "what?" she wanted to ask, like a yell but it came out as a whisper.

"i always knew you were too selfish, i don't know why i looked the other way, i just wanted and waited for you to change. I shouldn't love you but i couldn't help it. now it's my turn, my turn to be selfish. i'm sorry, but this time.. i chose me."

"what are you talking about?" You only shook your head, walking out of the room, sakura went after you as her eyes widened in horror, you already had your bags packed. "no, stop, what are you doing? please don't go."

"i let you in and you let me down, i swear when you talk you just like the sound. One too many times i let you ruin my life because i thought you would change, but i see it now. All the yelling and kissing and fighting, we could never see eye to eye, i don't speak boyshit, miyawaki."

"are you calling me immature?" "yes." "last name basis..? what are we? strangers?" "maybe" She rubbed her temple and you looked at her, dead in the eye. "maybe you'll find someone that can put up with this, but i'm over it."

"i'll change." "what?" "i don't want anyone else, i want you." "because i'm the only one that actually wants and cares for you?" "no because.. i know i was wrong, i admit it, i'll cancel all my orders for everything i bought, i'll sell the stuff i don't need anymore, i'll take you out, i'll start loving you the way you deserve, i promise."

You hesitated so she continued. "streams are 2-3 times a week, not everyday. And maximum 5-6 hours long. Videos are 1-2 times a week. so some weeks i'll only work 3 days, i'll still make money. The world is gonna know about you, they'll know how much you really mean to me, all the rules i made.. lets forget about them, okay? just please don't go."

"last chance, and if there's no change, i'm leaving, and never coming back." "deal."

...

"saku-chan" you mumbled as she smiled, turning to you, "yes baby?" "what are you playinggg" "just this horror game, it's kinda scary" "can i watch?" "yeah, of course" Sakura muttered, grabbing a chair and looking at the camera.

"and as you guys know, it's my girlfriend, y/n!" You smiled as the chats were filled with teasing comments, sakura had mentioned how her fans feel like friends now. You read a few, seeing.

'ooh, sakura you're blushinggg'

'the way you called her baby owngdjshdh'

'she's so cute 🥹'

'do you guys plan on getting married?'

"of course we plan on getting married we've been dating since 2016" you laughed as sakura smiled. "soon, baby. don't worry." "you better" you teased as she chuckled, "i will" she muttered, kissing your cheek but her eyes didn't leave the screen.

"ah!" "shush, it's late" "i'm sorry, darling." "mhm" Sakura looked over to you and she couldn't barely hold back a smile. "kiss?" she whispered, you placed a kiss on her lips as she licked her lips, biting her bottom lip, holding back a smile.

She turned to you, looking at your lips again, placing a hand on your cheek, removing it from the mouse. "your hands are sweaty" you groaned as she shrugged. "so? i've been playing for like 3 hours" "i know"

Sakura left a peck on your lips before staring into your eyes but her eyes moved to your lips, her breathing got faster as she gulped and bit her bottom lip once again. She turned to the camera and quickly said.

"i think i gotta go early, i'll see you guys soon!"

'someone's in a rush lol'

'sakura making moves??'

'that girl is so in love wtf'

'damn.. be safe, sakura'

'use protection!'

You chuckled as she ended the live, sakura immediately connected your lips as you gripped onto her shirt as the kiss got deeper and more passionate. Her tongue slipping into your mouth.

"fuck. you're so cute." she groaned, her voice filled with lust. "rule number 6 broken" you teased as she rolled her eyes. "we got rid of the rules 2 years ago, i promised i would change and i did" "good" "yeah.. really good, now shut up and strip."

"in here? your gaming room?" "i don't wanna go upstairs, i need you, now." You were taking too long in her opinion, you were only wearing her t-shirt and her boxers, so it was quick to take off.

Sakura removed her shirt too, She picked you and placed you onto her chair, since it had a back so you wouldn’t fall backwards, you quickly leaned the chair back as she pushed the arm rest away. "spread your legs, hurry up."

You complied as you felt her shove the tip in first, before pushing more and more in making you whimper as she groaned. "fuck.." sakura breathed out. You grabbed her face, pulling her closer and kissing her making her cock so deeper into you.

Causing both of you to moan at the feeling. "be quiet, baby. you told me i can't scream since it's late, so you can't either.. spread those legs wider, let me pound into you." "how am i supposed to be quiet then?"

You whispered, dazed as she chuckled. "sounds like a you problem." "oh fuck! saku!" "relax, baby" "wait, it hurts" you whined as she stopped for a few seconds. "are you okay?" you nodded, "you can move now.." "are you sure?" "please"

Sakura only chuckled,

That was a wild night in a gaming room, i'll tell you that much.

...

"i wanna marry you" you whispered into sakuras chest, "i wanna marry you too, babe." she whispered back, rubbing your back as your cuddled into her. "trust me, soon." "okay, love you" "love you more."

...

"anyways-" "babe!" you called out as sakura turned around at your urgent voice, "what's wrong? what happened?" "turn the live off" "what?" "turn it off" she heard how panicked your vice was and nodded.

"i gotta go, my wife is calling me." sakura spat out, turning off the life and rushing out of the room, to you. "did you call me your wife?" "we're engaged, same thing. now what happened?" "im pregnant." "you're what?"

"i.." "i heard you, you don't have to say it again." You pouted, slightly teary eyed making sakura frown but also panic slightly. "why? what's wrong?" "are you mad at me?" "no, darling. i'm happy. this is good. We're staring a family together"

Sakura smiled, pulling you closer to her and rubbing your back softly, a teary chuckle leaving her lips. Your eyes widened in surprise. "are you crying?" "im happy, darling." "happy tears?" you asked confused.

She doesn't cry often, so this was shocking for you, you've never seen her cry happy tears before. "happy tears" she whispered back making you smile, both of you just holding each other for a few moments until sakura spoke up.

"baby?" "hm?" "i love you so much, more then anything." "i love you more" "impossible."

...

"If you asked me 3 years ago, i would've never thought this day would've happened, and i would let you 'ruin' my life, again and again if this was the results, you changed so much it shocked me, i know you could change, i just didn't know you could not only reach my expectations but go above and beyond. At first our relationship was a little rocky but i'm glad you didn't let me leave, i love you, with my soul. Just in case my mind forgets and my heart stops, my soul will never stop loving you, Saku-chan."

Sakura was tearing up as she mumbled, "well.. i guess it's my turn. You made me feel so many emotions i didn't even know i could feel as a person, i feel so stupid for letting you slipping through my fingers too many times, i'm so glad you gave me once last chance, so now i have a wife, a kid and my life has never been better, i love you with every part of me. I would do anything and everything for you, i love you, y/n. forever."

...

"baby" "hm?" "where's keiko?" "in his room" "and what about katsuki?" "she's in my arms, baby." "oh, is she sleeping?" "new borns are always sleeping" sakura joked as you smiled, your second born let out a cry as you frowned.

"what's wrong, baby?" you whispered as a worried yet happy look was plastered on sakura's face. "you're so cute" "who?" "both of you." You held back a smile as you picked up katsuki, holding her in your arms.

"i'll go check up on keiko" "okay, kkura."

...

And there you were, after being together for 16 years, and being married for 6.

You had 3 kids and were happily married.

Maybe change really does happen.

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inkofamethyst · 7 months

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November 20, 2023

Weekend thoughts.

So I've had an album to help deal with anxiety for the past couple of years, and I think I now have an album to promote self-confidence and hype myself up before an event. Beyonce's Renaissance has been played regularly this semester (almost) straight through. It's great for a power walk to campus.

UGH okay so six months to the day after my last day of undergrad my school-supplied free HBO Max subscription was cruelly ripped from my grasp without warning. I knew it was coming eventually, and I've been working on clearing my watchlist for months. Unfortunately, their bet was totally on point. I immediately resubscribed. And best believe imma watch every CENT's worth (I watch a minimum of 1-2 Batman episodes a day these days, and when you consider the convenience, the cost isn't bad). So it seems that my streaming service hopping has begun, as it's neither necessary nor responsible to pay for several services that all have the same role. (I might let Max go over break to focus on reading and watching shows on my parents' accounts at home.)

My... ceramics-friend (a cohort member) invited me to a friendsgiving she was hosting (she knows a lot of people who live in the area), and it was not a bad time at all. I get nervous in situations (lol there could be a full stop right here) where I only know the host, but a couple of people I knew/was acquainted with showed up and that made things a bit better. I employed my usual strategy of "find a place to sit and then stay there" and that was good. I didn't stay to the end, but pretty close. I did meet some really cool people!! (Side note: I don't really drink bc I don't care for the taste, but we're now at the age where a goldenish drink is more likely to be gin with other flavors than apple juice and now I know that it is absolutely necessary to ask what something is before filling a glass (but best believe I finished my whole (tiny) glass like a big girl). I tell people that I'm a bit stunted due to covid but truthfully it's just because I'm pathetic boring uh uhh.. intensely introverted (still gotta mind how I talk about myself these days, even an unchecked joke could set my progress back)).

This summer I'd bought two pairs of Docs (one on a whim and then another that I'd wanted for years and years) because they were both ridiculously discounted. I'd broken in the impulse pair over the last several months (1461 patents, they're going to be my ~conference docs~ I think) then a week or so ago decided to start breaking in the other pair (1460 Nappa). Ngl, I thought they were a huge mistake at first. Tight, inflexible, tough to put on. My feet HURT. But. After a couple of days out (only a few hours at a time), they feel quite a bit better. Still months to go, I know, but I feel relieved.

Last thing: after having my third eye opened to the idea of building equity through a house and feeling intense rage against the idea of renting for the rest of my life (specifically if I choose to settle in one place), I've come to realize that this foreverrent thing touches more than just housing. I want to own my favorite albums now, my favorite movies, shows. I don't want my ability to consume my favorite media to be at the mercy of a streaming service. The most difficult part of that though (after figuring out the list of what I want to own and also paying for it over time) is figuring out where to store the hard copies. This might be a problem I spend more time working out this summer when there's less going on, but now that I'm ~radicalized~ I just wanted to state that it's on my radar. It's probably not reasonable to chip away at this while I'm in this apartment since it won't be my final place in grad school and I don't want to move more boxes than needed.

Today I'm thankful for.. uhm uhh OH I'm thankful that the clicking noises don't wake me up at night anymore.

I wonder how much of that half circle skirt I'll be able to complete at home over break [edit, four days later: none]. May have to hem during winter break.

Also the M9 reunion post-apogee was SO FUN k bye

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rikaluver · 5 months

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If You Seek Amy - William Afton x Fem!Reader

Rating - Hard Smut

Word Count: 3.2k

Also available on AO3

The amount of patience that parents have is astronomically impressive to you. Kids are a handful. You're glad you don't have any because if you did, your brain matter would be splattered all over the wall. You're about to lose it. A toddler in a shopping cart is wailing. The little girl beside her is crying as well, both of them in an unholy cacophony of noise. It's hard to believe how such a small child can make such a big, terrible sound. Your fingers are pressed firmly into your temples, trying to alleviate the pounding headache that's been steadily growing for the past half hour.

"I'm gonna step outside and get some fresh air. You'll be alright for the next few minutes, right?" You ask your coworker who doesn't even give you the time of day and instead waves her hand, shooing you off.

You push through the backdoor, letting the door swing shut behind you. It's still loud, just a little less loud than before. You can actually hear your thoughts now. It's not too chilly, but there's a nice, cool breeze blowing that ruffles your hair and brushes against your skin. You breathe in deeply, taking a moment to appreciate the fact that you aren't inside a store that reeks of baby vomit and urine. You walk around back of the diner before you pull a cigarette out of the box you've been carrying around with you and light it up.

The first puff feels good. The smoke is smooth and warm as it passes through your lips. You can feel your nerves relaxing as the smoke enters your lungs. It's like a drug and you've been jonesing for it ever since your shift started. You exhale slowly and the smoke escapes you in a thin, white stream. There's a bit of a haze around you as you puff away on the cigarette, trying to make this last as long as possible.

You're not given smoke breaks during work, you're not even allowed to have cigarettes on you while you're working. You're not quite sure what would happen if you got caught, but you try not to worry too much about it. You don't need additional stress from worrying about the consequences of your actions.

The backdoor swings open and you expect another employee coming out back for a smoke as well, or maybe to throw something in the trash, but instead you're greeted by your boss, William Afton. His presence sends a jolt through your body, making you stand a little straighter and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. He's a tall man with a lanky build. He's very thin, not much in the way of muscle. Somehow, he remains threatening and imposing even though he's so skinny. The first time you saw him, you remember being startled by the way he carries himself. He's so thin, yet so strong, he exudes a certain confidence that makes him seem bigger than he actually is.

He looks at you for a moment, his face blank. You can't read him and you never can. He's a closed book, always. You hold his gaze, refusing to look away. His eyes are so dark, a deep, stormy grey. They're piercing and cold and it feels as though he's staring straight through you.

"Sorry, I'll put it out." You say, stumbling over your words.

"Oh, don't stop on my account. In fact, can I bum a fag?"

You stare at him confused. "Excuse me?"

"You got another one on you?" He points to the cigarette in your hand.

"Oh, uh, yeah."

"Give me one."

You pull the box out of your pocket and toss it to him. He catches it and pulls out a cigarette. You're surprised he's even able to fit his long, spindly fingers into your tiny pack of smokes. He puts the cigarette between his lips and pats his pockets, looking for a lighter.

"Here, let me." You pull your own lighter out of your pocket and light it, holding the flame out to him. William leans in, cupping his hands around the flame as he lights his cigarette. He's close enough that you can see the little, black flecks in his steel-grey eyes. The flames cast a warm glow on his face. For a brief second, he looks gentle. As quickly as it had come, the warmth in his eyes is gone.

"Thanks." He mutters and stands back, blowing a puff of smoke out of his mouth.

For several minutes the two of you are silent, standing side by side and smoking. You wonder if this is a test or something. Why is he still here? Does he want to talk to you? Is this a trick? What does he want? You glance over at him and you're a little shocked when you realize he's staring at you. A chill runs down your spine and your heart skips a beat. You avert your eyes, but you can still feel him watching you. It's unnerving and uncomfortable, but you're also strangely turned on. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. You can't tell if you're blushing because he's so close, or because he's been staring at you. Either way, it's embarrassing.

After several more painfully awkward minutes, you clear your throat. "Did you need something from me, sir?" You ask, breaking the silence between the two of you. You can't handle the tension anymore. It's thick and heavy and smothering. If this continues any longer, you'll have a heart attack or spontaneously combust. It's one of the two. Maybe both. This is not good for your health.

He looks down at you, cocking his head to the side. "Do I need a reason to stand outside and smoke?" He asks his tone light and mocking. You can feel the condescension dripping from his voice. He takes another drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke into your face, causing you to cough and sputter. He laughs. You scowl and wave your hand in front of your face, trying to dispel the smoke and glare at him. His grin widens and he gives you a playful nudge. It's not forceful enough to send you sprawling to the ground, but it's not a gentle touch either. He's still stronger than he looks.

"Why don't we have smoke breaks when you smoke?" You ask, genuinely curious.

"Because Henry wants to promote healthy habits, you numpty." He replies, rolling his eyes. "We can't very well preach healthy eating and exercise habits and then turn around and tell our customers that we support and encourage unhealthy smoking habits. It'd make us hypocrites." He shrugs and takes another drag of his cigarette before adding, "Or so he says."

"So why are you-" You start to ask, but he interrupts you with a scoff.

"I'm a hypocrite." He deadpans, a slight smirk on his face.

That elicits a soft chuckle from you. "I can't argue with that." You smile a little and he returns the gesture. He's actually smiling at you and you feel your chest tighten and your heart starts beating rapidly. This is a bad sign. Your pulse is racing and your palms are getting sweaty. You've always been attracted to him, but the way he's been acting has really caught you off guard. Maybe he's just being nice. That could be a possibility. But then again, it's William Afton. Being nice isn't his style. You try not to dwell on it too much. You're going to get ahead of yourself if you keep thinking like this. It's just a smoke break. He's not flirting with you, he's just smoking. You're being silly.

Still, the butterflies in your stomach are making it difficult to stay calm. He's so close and he smells amazing and his presence is intoxicating and you're losing your mind. You take a deep breath and try to focus on something else. Anything else. Anything to distract you from this situation. You look up at the sky, but the clouds have gotten a lot darker since the last time you looked up. The air feels different, heavy. You can smell the rain coming. You finish off your cigarette and flick it away. The wind is picking up. You're going to have to get back inside soon or you're going to get wet.

You put your cigarette out on the wall behind you and toss it into the dumpster. You glance over at William, who's still smoking away. His eyes are closed and his head is tilted back. He looks so relaxed. You've never seen him like this before. He's always wound up so tightly, always so tense and rigid, but right now he looks completely at ease. His shoulders are loose, his posture is open, his jaw isn't clenched, his expression is calm.

You start to head back inside but stop when you hear him call your name. You turn around and see him looking at you. His expression is blank, giving nothing away. You have no idea what he's thinking or feeling. You hesitate, unsure if you should even answer him or not. He beckons you back and you approach him, a little hesitant. You're not sure what he wants, but you know you can't ignore him. If he wants you to do something, you have to do it. You won't defy him, even if it means doing something you might not want to do. It's not an issue of obedience, it's an issue of respect.

“You know you’re not supposed to smoke around here,” he takes a long drag from his cigarette.

You’re not sure why but you sort of expected him to be cool with you smoking, especially since you lent him one of your cigarettes. You already don’t get paid enough so you can’t afford to get paid less than this.

“No, what? You can’t.”

“Oh? Why can’t I?” He’s now staring you straight in the eyes, towering over you. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on a lot. The feeling of being vulnerable to someone to someone has always had a way of exciting you. You find yourself at a loss for words and stumble over the non-existent words you’re trying to get out.

"I could let this go, though." His eyes narrow as he continues, "what're you willing to give me for your freedom?"

His question catches you off guard, causing your breath to hitch. You can't be suggesting what you think he's suggesting, right? Surely, he can't be implying that you give him something in exchange for him not ratting you out, can he? The way he's staring at you makes it difficult to think clearly. His gaze is intense, burning into you.

You consider saying no, but the words are caught in your throat. You don't want to risk losing your job over a couple of smokes. "What do you mean?"

William leans forward and whispers in your ear, "you know exactly what I mean." He pulls back slightly, his face inches from yours. His expression is hard and cold. He looks so intimidating, but you can't help but find him incredibly attractive. The thought of submitting to him makes you weak in the knees. It's wrong, but it's also really hot. You can't deny the way your heart is pounding in your chest. Your breath catches in your throat and you bite your lip. Your mind is racing. You want him. You want him to take control. You want him to dominate you. It's a dangerous game, but you can't resist. You don't want to. The temptation is too strong, too powerful. You can't stop yourself. You can't fight it.

Your lips meet his and he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth. You can taste the cigarette on his breath, along with something else, something sweet. He tastes delicious and you moan into his mouth. He pulls away and looks down at you, a grin on his face. "Hand." He demands. You're not sure why he's treating you like some kind of dog, but you're kind of into it. You oblige and put your hand out only to be met by a sickening burn. Your eyes widen in shock and you yelp as you watch him put out his cigarette butt on your arm.

You stare up at him, your heart pounding. You're not sure if you're turned on or afraid. Probably both. Definitely both. His eyes are dark and dangerous. They're filled with lust and power. He's got you right where he wants you. You're trapped. He has complete control over you and he knows it.

Before you can react, his lips are on your neck and your back is against the wall. He's kissing and biting, leaving bruises and marks all over your skin. You squirm beneath him, whimpering. He chuckles and his hand slips into your pants, cupping your cunt. His fingers press into your slit and your hips buck involuntarily. You moan and squeeze your thighs together, trapping his hand. His other hand moves to your breasts and begins squeezing and kneading. You arch your back, pressing your body against his.

He grinds his palm into your clit and you moan. His teeth graze your neck and his breath is hot against your skin. His fingers slip inside you and your walls contract around him. He bites down hard, drawing blood. You gasp and he grins against your skin.

He pulls his hand away and takes a step back. "Get on your knees." He orders. You obey without hesitation. Your legs are shaking and your knees are weak, but you manage to lower yourself onto the ground. Your head is spinning and you're dizzy. His fingers are sticky with your juices and he brings them up to your mouth.

"Open." He commands. You part your lips and his fingers slip into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his digits, tasting yourself. It's salty and sweet and it makes your stomach flip. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and places his hand on your head. He strokes your hair and leans forward, whispering in your ear, "that's a good girl."

Goosebumps rise on your arms and a shiver runs down your spine. The way he says that sends a thrill through you. Your pulse quickens and your heart beats faster. Your pussy is aching and throbbing and you want more. You need more. Your fingers slide down and press against your clit. He watches you with amusement as you pleasure yourself. His dick is straining against his pants and his hand moves to unbuckle his belt.

He frees his dick and strokes it slowly, rubbing the tip against your cheek. You look up at him, eyes wide, pleading. You can feel his hot, hard dick pressed against your skin. You're desperate for his cock. You need it inside you. You need him to fuck you. You whimper and whine and he chuckles. He grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back. Your scalp burns and you cry out in pain. Tears well up in your eyes and he smiles down at you, enjoying your discomfort. He pulls his hips back and thrusts his cock into your mouth. You gag as his length slides down your throat. Your body tenses and your eyes roll back in your head. You're choking, but you're unable to pull away. His grip is firm and he's not letting go any time soon.

"Go on." He commands. His voice is low and demanding. He doesn't have to tell you twice. You take his entire length down your throat, gagging and choking. His balls slap against your chin and his tip hits the back of your throat. You moan and your throat contracts, sending vibrations throughout his dick. You can feel him getting harder and thicker and his breathing is growing ragged.

His fingers tug at your hair and his nails dig into your scalp. He's using your hair as a handle and he's pulling you up and down, fucking your mouth while you fuck yourself with your fingers. Your jaw aches and your eyes are watering. Your nose is running and your chin is dripping with drool. It's disgusting, but you can't help it. You can't stop yourself. You love being used like this. You love the pain and the humiliation. You love being degraded and demeaned. You're a slut and you're getting off on being treated like a piece of meat.

Your tongue wraps around his shaft and you suck, bobbing your head up and down, taking him as deep as you can. You can't fit his whole length into your mouth, but it doesn't matter. You're still pleasing him. His hips buck and he moans. His hands leave your head and move to your shoulders, holding you down.

Your pussy is drenched and your body is quivering. Your orgasm is building and you can feel it coming. You look up at him, tears streaking down your cheeks. Your eyes are wide and pleading. Your mouth is stuffed full of cock and you can't speak. Your pussy is begging for attention and you're desperate to cum. Your fingers move frantically, pumping in and out of your slick, wet hole. You can feel his tip sliding against the roof of your mouth and his thick shaft stretching your jaw. You're so close, you're almost there. Just a little bit more and-

"You wanna cum?" He asks, his voice strained. He's breathing heavily and his grip on your shoulders tightens. He's close too. You nod as best as you can and he smiles. He pulls his hips back and thrusts his dick back into your mouth. You gag and choke and he laughs. His cock twitches and you can feel him shooting his hot, sticky load into your throat. He's cumming hard and he's not holding back. He's using you. He's using your mouth like a fleshlight. He's making you his own personal toy. You're a living, breathing sex doll and he's having his way with you. It's disgusting and perverted and it makes you so horny.

His cum overflows from your mouth and drips down your chin as you try your best to swallow it all. It's a struggle and it's making a mess, but it's worth it. It's so fucking worth it.

Before you know it, he's zipping himself back up and making way to the door. You're panting, trying to catch your breath. Your throat is sore and raw. Your jaw aches. You're covered in sweat and tears. Your face is sticky and your mouth is still full of his seed. And you're still fucking yourself.

"You can cum now, pretty girl." He says and walks back inside. You do as you're told and orgasm, letting out a pathetic moan. As much as you wanted to, you couldn't help yourself. You needed to cum. You were a mess, covered in spit and cum and tears. Your hair is a tangled mess and you can't see straight. You're exhausted and completely spent. Your muscles are sore and your legs are weak. You're shaking and your chest is heaving. You're a total wreck.

But, hey, at least you keep your pay.

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nemobeatrice · 7 months

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Fic Writing Questions Tag

Thank you for tagging me, @hunter-sylvester!

1. How many fics do you have on AO3?

I have 62. It'll look like I have 53 if you don't have an account. Some of my fic are restricted.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

248,908. Gees...

3. What fandoms do you write for?

JJBA, Elder Scrolls, WoW, Shrek, Saints Row, Elden Ring, and Dragon Age. I also wrote a hate fic about Onision. I hope he goes to jail. It was something I wrote way back in 2012, but I posted it on July 13, 2021. However, I mostly write for JJBA.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

So I got Bored and Wrote this for my Friends (JJBA) E (for explicit)

JoJo's Azeroth Adventures (JJBA and WoW) M

(Was) Stuck in Traffic (JJBA) E

Fugo Meets his Minecraft Boyfriend (JJBA) Gen Aud

Daisies and Roses (JJBA) T

I'm not going to provide a link to my explicit fics, sorry.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Most of the time. When people compliment my fics, I say thanks. I don't know how else to respond. 😅

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I mostly write fluffy feel good fics BUT..........................I did write this, teehee! c:

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmm, I've written a lot of stuff. That could be any of them. Uh, this, I guess.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't received any hate, yet. But I do mostly write JJBA fanfic, so I expect a hate message.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, but I don't write much of it. It's crack.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Oh, yeah! This one is probably the craziest.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. I hope people alert me if that happens.

12. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

My brother and I have written some chapters for certain fics.

13. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Poly La Squadra and Shrohan (Shrek x Rohan). Oh, and FuGio.

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The Golden Miners is a WIP, but I'll finish the next chapter sometime in December.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Gee, I don't know. I guess people like it when I write something funny.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not good with grammar. Tbh, I don't know how tf I graduated high school.

Hmm, and I guess details too. I read one of my fics (a smutty one) during stream, and my brother kept wanting more details about certain scenes. I just think some details aren't necessary for the reader to know, but maybe I'm wrong.

Oh, and then there's editing. Omfg, the typos I make.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I usually avoid doing that. If I'm writing in English, the whole thing is going to be in English.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Elder Scrolls.

19. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Hiking in Murren, Switzerland because I love how I made Diavolo a disaster. Domestic Life with Diavolo because I enjoy a bit of slice of life. Trip to Crystal Mountain because I loved Crystal Mountain so much that I wrote about it but with one of my fav ships. Liurnia's Burger King because my friend really loves beating children up and calling the enemies Burger King employees.

Oh, and I do love this one chapter my brother and I wrote.

I know two people I could tag, but I don't think they get along. So... anyone who wants to do it.

#tag meme

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bruinhilda · 1 year

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So. It seems they did a movie “based on” the Missile Alert debacle back in 2018. Only, y’know, they made it an actual missile and all.

The trailer is painfully bad. The vibe I’m getting from the ads is that this is a Christian film desperately trying to hide that fact. There is a review on IMDB gushing about how wonderful it is and how it changed the reviewer. Please note that the film won’t be released for another two days. Funny how this review is dated from 2020 on a 2023 movie.

As someone who lived through the actual event, let me go over what actually happened:

On Saturday, January 13th, 2018, a large portion of cell phones in the State of Hawaii went off with the emergency alert. Until this event, this was not an unusual thing. We’d get this every goddamn time it rained hard, because any rain can cause the streams to flash flood and drown anyone fooling around nearby. However, as it was bright and sunny that day, everyone went, “uh-oh. Tsunami?” As tsunami alerts are the other thing out here you can expect to set off the emergency alert tone on your phone.

I believe my exact words upon picking up my phone and seeing the missile alert message was, “you have got to be fucking kidding me!”

We hadn’t opened yet, so step one was get all of the staff in the work room to minimize the number of windows we were next to. Step two was try to find any official word from anybody about what was going and and what we should do, if anything.

There was no word from ANYBODY, official or otherwise, for over half an hour. Not even a,”yeah, we got this message, we’re trying to find out what’s going on” from the TV or radio news. Nothing on the official websites either. The period is referred to as the “38 minutes of terror,” and this was the main scandal, aside from the fact it happened at all.

Some people did panic. There was an incident of parents putting their kids down into the sewer in Honolulu. Reportedly, there was at least one heart attack caused by it. People parked in the tunnels on the H-3 highway. Some stores hauled people in off the street, and put them in back rooms or coolers or anywhere it seemed like shelter. Wal-Mart, by contrast, reportedly threw ALL their customers outside and locked the doors. A lot of people called loved ones to say goodbye, just in case. Our security guard would end up being several hours late, because his neighbors were military, and they dragged him to the bomb shelter on the base, which was crowded with people, because in spite of the official armed forces “we knew it was fake,” stance, they still put their people into their bomb shelters until the official all-clear.

But for the majority? Concern mixed with general disbelief. The sirens never went off in most areas, which probably kept the panic down, but the lack of any word for so long actually made some of us wonder if it was for real, and that the people in charge just couldn’t find their own asses, or be bothered to give anyone instructions. Certainly the news before this had been full of “North Korea has missiles that can probably reach California, therefore they DEFINITELY have missiles that can hit Hawaii. We’re boned, people!” Which is probably why our first thought wasn’t tasteless prank, or hacker trying to terrorize people. It was plausible to us.

The Governor FINALLY got into his Twitter account, and word got around that it was a false alarm after all. We opened at our normal time. Some people laughed, some were pissed. Pretty much everyone was glad it was a false alert, rather than an actual nuclear threat. (I discovered my coworkers had never even heard of Duck and Cover, much less had any idea there was actual advice, pointless or otherwise, of what do do in the event of a bomb.)

The investigation found some shitty management in the department (said managers all resigning pretty much that week, because they knew they done fucked up), but the actual fuckup was caused by a dipshit on staff who set if off, apparently thinking the drill was the real deal, and then refusing to do anything to fix it, or even move out of his chair, while his coworkers scrambled to unshit the bed.

I call this person a dipshit because he subsequently refused to take any responsibility for the fuckup, went ON THE NEWS insisting he wasn’t to blame (while his superiors had taken great care to not release any identifying information about “the individual” in order to protect him from death threats and lawsuits,) and couldn’t decide on “I thought it was real,” or “I knew it was a drill but triggered it by accident,” as his defense. The official report noted that pretty much all of his coworkers had been complaining about his incompetence for years, while management did nothing. Even the union apparently agreed, because he was fired.

Nobody has any confidence that they’ve really improved the system. What did change is that Hawaii will no longer issue alerts for ballistic missiles. As in, if it happens for real, we will NOT be informed beforehand. Obviously that’s easier than making the alert system better, and/or creating actual shelters and plans for the civilian populace.

So, y’know, if you do decide to watch this “20 Minutes” movie, keep that in mind. We will first know about an incoming missile when it explodes something. Nobody’s gonna tell us beforehand to give us time to “get right with Jesus” or whatever. And while I love me a good bad disaster movie, just the trailer made my head hurt. I’m not watching any more of THAT.

If I want a completely fake “based on real events” movie experience, I’ll go watch Cocaine Bear, a movie that loudly and proudly owns its ridiculousness.

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world-of-fire-and-flight · 2 years

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Mirth's Ebenezer: Part 9

A/N: Our favorite love triangle is baaack (more or less)! I’m a little stuck on this ngl, but it’s coming together…I just don’t know where the whole “someone’s betraying the agency” plot went. Maybe Mirth’ll find it again😝

Warnings: …implied nudity because Mirth takes a shower. Slight anxiety, hypothetical situations, worry, overthinking, and gun reference.

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Buzz.

Mirth groaned. Without even cracking her eyes open, she unraveled herself from the warm cocoon of her blankets and flipped over. Stretching, she blindly reached for her cellphone buzzing on the faraway nightstand. Wrapping her fingers around the cool metal of her phone, Mirth blinked her eyes open and tried to force the bleariness from her version.

Supes.

Sighing heavily, she tapped the answer option and put the phone to her ear, falling back onto her pillow. “Hello?”

“Did I wake you?” Superhero snickered.

“No…” Mirth yawned, “I’ve been awake for…” she trailed off, twisting around to catch sight of the alarm clock. The red glow of the clock read 12:43 pm. “…hours.”

Silence.

“Riight…” Superhero drawled. “I just wanted to check in and let you know that Baron and I are both alive, and well, and unscathed, and that the safe house is actually pretty nice. There’s three bedrooms and a full kitchen, and honestly I might try and get the Agency to lease it out to me once this is all over.”

Mirth laughed. “Beats your apartment then?”

“If it wasn’t for Baron, absolutely,” they huffed.

Mirth rolled over onto her back and draped her arm over her forehead. At one point or another, she’d have to scrape the will together to drag herself out of bed and down the stairs for breakfast.

“Supes,” she started, “it’s been what, twelve hours? It really can’t be that bad.”

Superhero scoffed. “I mean, when you put it like that—”

“IS THAT MIRTH?” Baron’s voice sounded in the background of the call, followed by Superhero hushing him and then the firm thud of a door pulling closed.

“I swear, it’s like I can’t get a moment’s peace. First, he had to play with the thermostat, then he had to set up all of his streaming accounts, and then it was a two-hour rant about the Wi-Fi connection out here,” Superhero ranted. “I don’t mean to rush you and I know I said to take all the time you need, but please, I’m begging you, come and suffer with me?”

Mirth’s lips pulled into a grin. “You did tell me to take all the time I needed…”

She could feel the tingle of apprehension that struck her friend in the silence that followed. Sitting up in bed, Mirth bit her lip, waiting for Superhero to say something, anything, even if it was only to throw some snark at her.

“I did…” Superhero said slowly, hesitation in their voice. “We’ll manage for a few more days, but after that my grab-bag is gonna be empty and Baron doesn’t have much here either. The Agency provided some things and some basic necessities in the kitchen to keep us for a bit, but we’ll have to figure something out for supplies and clothes then.”

Mirth hummed, tossing the covers aside and standing at last. Stretching she said, “I’ll take the ride out there today—”

“YOU WILL?!” Superhero said excitedly.

“Yes,” Mirth rolled her eyes, walking downstairs and yearning for her first cup of coffee. “Do you want me to grab anything before I head over?”

“Uh,” Superhero paused.

The coffeemaker whirred and gurgled as Mirth grabbed her favorite mug from the drainboard.

“Could you grab some stuff from my apartment? I’ll text you a list and check in with Whitmire about grabbing some of Baron’s things. I don’t know if they’ve dissolved his operation yet, so it may be a while before we can do that.”

Mirth nodded, taking a sip of freshly brewed coffee. “Okay, sure. Anything else?”

“Migraine medicine?” Superhero asked.

“Oh, stop it,” Mirth sighed, “The day you get a migraine is the day the world is ending.”

Superhero chuckled. “Touché.”

“I’ll be over in a few hours.”

“A few hours?” Superhero sputtered, “It only takes two to get here at most.”

“You said, and I quote, ‘take all the time you need,’” Mirth mimicked, “and Baron agreed. So I’m going to pamper myself before heading out because I spent the last two months held against my will by Whitmire’s squirrely and just ways, so excuse me for enjoying my freedom before shackling myself to you two idiots for the next three years.”

“…that’s fair…” Superhero conceded. Mirth took another sip of her coffee to stop the triumphant retort begging to leap from her tongue. “I’ll call Whitmire and see about Baron’s stuff and the progress they’ve made dissolving his villainous enterprise.”

“‘Kay. I’m gonna eat some breakfast and get some things done around my apartment before heading out.”

“I thought you’ve been up for hours.” Mirth could hear Superhero’s trademark smirk in their teasing tone.

“Sorry, you’re breaking up, gotta run!” She hung up before they could get the last word in. Setting her cell down on the quartz countertop, she glanced across her living room and out into the bright light of the afternoon. Outside, the electronic billboards scrolled between advertisements for art museums and musicals, for new products she couldn’t care less about and everything in-between.

Mirth wrapped her arms around herself. The quiet of her apartment was joined by the hustle and bustle of the city street below. It was a faint symphony that she’d missed. It wasn’t that Superhero’s apartment was in a quiet neighborhood, but it was quiet. Tucked away in the outskirts of the city, their apartment was bigger, and probably cheaper, but it didn’t have the same cozy feeling that her apartment had.

It didn’t have the exposed brick or the loft with its industrial banisters or the wood beams running along the ceiling. It didn’t have her charm or the touches of a life lived there.

No matter how much Mirth knew she had a job to do and that she needed to do it, if not because of the goodness in her heart then at least to support her oldest friend, she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her apartment again. She supposed her and Superhero would have to work out a schedule today too.

Trepidation flooded her gut.

Why had she agreed to this?

Shaking her head, Mirth trudged back up the stairs. Pressing the switch for her automatic curtains, the oversized windows dwarfing the exterior wall of her apartment drew shut with the subtle hum of mechanics.

She promised not to take too long in getting ready for the day, but the moment the warm spray from her shower hit her, her entire body sighed. One night hadn’t been enough time to reconcile her Rogue Trial and the events that had unfolded during Baron’s.

And if Supervillain was involved with the leak within the Agency…were any of them really safe? What if they already knew where Baron was, that he’d let the cat out of the bag and that the entire Agency was looking into the mole now? What would Supervillain do to get even with Baron?

And more importantly, would she and Superhero get caught up in that vendetta?

Shutting the shower off with a frown, Mirth inhaled the steam lightly scented with her cinnamon sugar body wash. She’d have to bring all that up with Superhero today too, especially since Whitmire and Agent had mentioned using Baron to help flush out Supervillain’s informant.

That tidbit made her realize just how much work this house arrest gig was going to be. She could handle an investigation. She could handle community service and making Baron served his.

But the two of them combined? House arrest plus community service and an investigation involving Supervillain?

It was enough to send chills of anxiety pooling in her gut.

Quickly drying off and Mirth debated whether she should wear civilian clothes or her supersuit. It’s not like the public didn’t know her as ‘Mirth’ or that she hadn’t gone shopping in her uniform before, it was just…taxing.

Deciding to play it safe, she slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, shoving her mask in her pocket and her suit in a duffle bag. Grabbing whatever else she could think off and shoving it in her bag, Mirth overlooked her apartment in the dim light of her floor lamp and the few lights she’d flicked on downstairs.

It was going to be a long three years. Whether or not Baron and Superhero could get along was the least of her worries as her mind turned over the prospect of who the mole was and what Supervillain would do when it inevitably got back to them that the Agency knew.

Before Mirth could talk herself out of it, she dug through her closet until she could haul her safe from the back of its depths. Inputting the code and letting the safe open with a clank, she pulled the Agency-issued handgun from within and a couple magazines. Sliding her conceal-carry holster onto her waistband, Mirth untucked her shirt and let it hang loosely around her hips. The extra magazines she strapped to her ankle with another holster that hadn’t been broken in yet.

Her lips pressed into a grim line, Mirth shook her head, overly conscious of the holster digging into the skin of her stomach and the Velcro itching her ankle. But at least she wouldn’t wholly be dependent on her powers, especially if she got caught in her civilian clothes.

Just in case, she told herself. Just in case, she’d be ready for anything.

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Part 10

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