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xiaoriae · 10 months

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GENSHIN MEN AS ENEMIES TO LOVERS TROPE.

— PAIRINGS ; ayato, childe, itto & xiao x gn!reader (separate)

— CONTENT ; genshin's quests spoilers ahead (i don't really said them as spoilers but just a little heads-up, especially for those who are new to genshinblr) and slight mentions of blood in childe's.

— NOTES ; reposted from my old blog!

nobleman!ayato x commoner!reader

the kamisato head clan was your least favourite person of all time. this unsure, yet negative feeling you had on him all started since an eight years old AYATO did a prank on your younger self.

a long time had passed by, but since then, ayato seemed to find the joy in stirring your commoner life, until the name ayato engraved at the back of your mind with such revenge and hatred.

it went on and on like this, until one day, he heard the shogunate was going to enforce the vision hunt decree all around inazuma. he had no choice but to obey. after all, he needed to maintain his title as one of the heads in tenryou commission, yet all he thought was you, your stupid smile, and your vision.

he knew he had to do something about it.

“come here,” the moment ayato’s voice called you out, you rolled your eyes. you ignored him, spun and tried to blend in with the crowds, knowing too well that he couldn’t get you in public appearances.

but ayato was faster. all he did was pulling you aside, hidden from prying eyes. “do you have your vision?”

you scoffed, maybe too rude for someone as noble as him, but you did not really care when it was ayato who was right in front of you. “why? you are going to confisticate it? under the behalf of the shogun?”

your choosing of words should’ve made him baffled, or amused, but instead, he didn’t have the time for your nonsense and your attitude. “give me your vision,” his voice asserted command and it honestly intimidated you. “you really want it? no, not with your own hands, kamisato.”

ayato’s grip on your wrist tightened. you didn’t get why he was so stubborn with this, or even wanted to do this, but still, the desperation in his eyes was evident. “give it to me, now,” his tone went cold, and his low tone—almost like a growl—came out from him, frustrated and it left you in a confused yet startled state.

“i’ll take care of your vision, it is much safer with me.”

“ayato?” your voice sounded small, and you were left speechless with his actions. did he really go all this length just to protect your vision?

but... why?

he looked down on you, slowly pulling the vision away, and you nodded, and that was all it took for ayato to have your own consent. “take care, little one. i am hoping that you don’t go around making a fuss with the shogunate.”

you didn’t know why you believe him in the first place, but you did.

and now, your vision was in the hand of your worst enemy, yet he saved you from many unfortunate occasions under the decree.

fatui harbinger!childe x adventurer!reader

CHILDE was a cheerful and an easygoing person. one look at him and everyone instantly knew, that this man, was someone who didn’t take things too seriously.

that was, until your name came out.

both you and him, or maybe all of the people around you, knew that you hated childe with all your heart, and vice versa.

picking up occasional fights with him was normal. belittling each other in combats and talking big about who was better were your daily routine, yet him being like this was certainly out of the norm.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you frowned, retracting your body away from his hold. however, childe was stronger, and there was no point of you trying to fight his strength.

“who did this to you?” he boldly looked up and down at your whole dirty, and bloodied clothes, gently touching all cuts and bruises—in contrast with him forcefully made you sat down in front of him prior to whatever this was.

“why do you even care?” you pulled away for the tenth times from his touch. a foreign feeling bubbling inside your chest, and childe’s gaze was filled with rage, and you were stunned with his face.

“because you are someone i care about.”

you mentally cursed at your damned heart for skipping a beat at that, but childe seemed oblivious with his previous words. all you saw was the ginger in front of you slightly shook and his eyes burned when he saw your injuries.

he truthfully worried, what ifs questions were running around inside his mind, and all he could think of was his subordinates, the fatui.

he knew that they didn’t like him, and he knew that they purposefully injured you, you had been there once, and it was because of him.

sure, you didn’t look like you were hurting, or weak—you were strong, he knew that—but he couldn’t contain himself when he saw how awful you came back from outside of the city.

demon!itto x human!reader

ITTO was a cocky being.—

that was among infinite traits you didn’t like about him.

that sly smirk you had been aching to wipe off of his face. how he practically flaunting his muscles everywhere with no shame. yes, you slightly cringed at the sights but that couldn’t compare with how full he was of himself.

and by gods, he didn’t even give you a time alone. whenever you went, he would be following you behind with his narcissistic side, saying that he would protect you or something along the line of, “don’t worry, this is the one and oni, arataki itto, will protect you.”

no matter how many times you ignored him, that much would be a payback of how clingy he was towards you afterwards.

such a childish act for a huge guy.

“y/n!“ if you could do it sooner, you would’ve shut his loud mouth with a tape, because oh my god, he was loud as hell, and you were getting tired of keeping up with his random bursts of energy.

they said that you shouldn’t be around an oni for too long, but itto seemed harmless. too human although he was a half-demon that was supposedly be feared.

“what is it?” a heavy sigh passed your lips. you just wanted to go out for a morning walk, nothing more and nothing less, and what a wonderful way for you to start your day, you thought.

“just want to greet my favourite person,” he gave you a hug, tone too happy for someone who had just been whining about how he lost in a duel. his face slightly rubbed beside yours and you swiftly ducked your head, ultimately freeing your body from the figure who was too close in your opinion.

“aww,” he slightly whined. you didn’t understand his mood, so you were frankly, straight to the point. “what do you want, itto? you usually want to cut my head off, but today you’re acting like a baby.”

“hey! if you’re shorter than me, you are definitely a child. no room for argument,” he huffed. yep, definitely too whiny for a guy who could’ve break you with a single punch.

“although i badly want to duel with you, since, you know, i uh.. lost yesterday, but isn’t today’s your birthday?”

“and?”

“come on, now. you’re no fun,” he pulled his arms into his chest. “that is why i would like to make your dull life much more brighter,” he faked a cough. “happy birthday—

"yeah, cut it off, arataki itto.”

adeptus!xiao x human!reader

how did someone could be hating on social interactions so much?

that was the first question you only had, and it was for a specific adeptus.

XIAO was too lonely, and when he always shrugged you off, you decided that you didn’t like that side of his.

what was the point in protecting liyue but having a solitude life? did he really feel that bothered by having someone talking with him?

your numerous questions were answered when verr told you his backstory, and maybe you were being dramatic, but his reason was so heartbreaking for you to hear.

“don’t,” xiao’s hard tone warned, because you stared at him too much until he couldn’t bear to see your eyes. he knew that you figured out one thing or two about him, and he didn’t like the fact that there was guilt everywhere inside you. “i do not need your mortal pity.”

you almost cried when you remembered his karmic debt, because all this time, you treated him so bad, and now you were weighing with continuous guilt, guilt and guilt.

“xiao,” you finally, finally voiced out after long session of looking at the adeptus. his green spear in his hand, that mask beside his waist. “i’m sorry.”

“don’t, it’s useless,” xiao wondered how you suddenly became like this. usually, you would bicker with him, saying that he needed communications and daily conversations in his life but today, of all day, where he felt so heavy with karma, you decided to soften your heart and looking at him with such sympathy.

he truly hated that look you had been giving to him for hours now.

he knew you knew, your eyes told him everything.

you felt like comforting him, but you didn’t know how. it was weird when all you did was fighting with him, babbling about all the things surrounded him and then suddenly, you wanted to put him at ease.

so you decided to let the day passed by, silently enjoying the sky view from the rooftop of wangshu inn. no words were told to him, and he, for the first time, appreciated your treatment.

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roosterforme · 6 months

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Always Ever Only You Part 15 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley had some explaining to do. After the most perfect weekend, you were afraid he was trying to hide information from you again. But Bradley didn't hold back when he told you what happened and what he was concerned about.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, smut, mentions of cancer

Length: 4600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

Your hands were shaky as you tried to call Bradley. You didn't understand what was going on, and you were pissed off that the first time you were hearing about him being involved with two people who were being court-martialed was through an email. You hated calling him when there was a chance he was in the air, but if that was the case, then his phone should be off.

Just as you were about to tap his contact in your phone, Bickel came rushing into the lab, arms full of folders. "Delete that email," he told you, out of breath. "The one from Yates. You weren't supposed to see it."

You looked up at him as you slid your phone down onto the counter. "Well, I did see it, sir," you whispered. "I don't even know what's going on."

"Neither do I," he responded gently, setting the folders down in a haphazard pile. "But I don't want your login credentials attached to this in any way. Whatever happened should stay out of your hands since your husband was involved with the special detachment. I'll take care of it. Understand?"

You started to nod, and then you said, "But, sir. Why am I getting emails from Admiral Yates?"

Your boss sighed and checked his watch. He looked frantic, and now you were really getting nervous for whatever must have happened during Bradley's deployment. But Bickel's words and the way he smiled kindly at you even though you could tell he was stressed out meant a lot.

"Because if you haven't noticed, you're second in command around here. Maybe not officially. Yet. But I rely on you for a lot of things, and everyone else in the group does, too. And your work is always spot on."

You felt tears prickle behind your eyes, and you had to look away from him as you muttered, "Thank you." But of course your eyes settled back on your computer screen and the email.

"Delete the email," he repeated, and you knew he wasn't going to say it kindly a third time. So you did as your commanding officer told you to and watched the email soar into your trash can, and from there you deleted it permanently. "I'll take care of it myself so you know it's done correctly. I will pull the comms and verify the coding so you don't have to question whether or not the information being sent over has been properly validated. I don't want you worrying about this right now."

"But you'll need someone else to verify everything with you, sir," you whispered.

He nodded and closed your computer softly. "I'm just on my way to talk to Lieutenant Coleman about it. She's more than competent. She and I can sign off on it and get it ready tonight. You're dismissed for the day."

And that was it. Not another word. He picked up the folders and walked over to where Cat was sitting in front of her computer wearing the expensive headphones that were used to occasionally play back communications and check aircrafts for audio clarity. And Bickel interrupted her. It was kind of an unspoken rule that you didn't interrupt someone who was wearing the state of the art headphones.

Cat jumped in her seat before giving Bickel her full attention. After a few seconds, her eyes met yours, and then she agreed with whatever he was telling her. You quietly stood and picked up your computer and headed for your office.

You were the only one in your group with a private office other than Commander Bickel himself. Sure, yours was roughly a quarter of the size of his, and it had a view of the parking lot and a brick wall, but it was yours. And you were his number two. You really wanted to be able to enjoy that fact, but you'd been dismissed. Probably so he could talk about the court-martialing. And you figured that by now, Bradley would be wrapped up in these proceedings as well.

You shoved all your stuff into your desk drawer and grabbed your keys. This morning had started off so beautifully: making out with your husband followed by an overpriced drink from Starbucks that he made sure was ready for you to pick up.

When you opened your door to leave, Cat was standing there about to knock. "Yes?" you asked her, feeling like everyone must know what was going on now besides you.

"I just wanted to catch you before you left," she replied slowly. "I read the email from Yates. I promise I'll double and triple check everything even if I'm here all night."

"Thanks," you whispered, hoping you could trust her with this. You felt like somehow Bradley's integrity was tied to that audio.

Cat fiddled with her hands as she said, "It's my job, but you're also my friend." And then she turned on her heel and walked away so quickly, you couldn't really respond if you wanted to.

When you stumbled out of the elevator in the lobby, Jake was right there. "Have you seen Bradley?" you asked him, but he gathered you up in his arms and started to dance and spin you around in front of the main entrance.

"Sure haven't. He's been locked away with Maverick all afternoon. Phoenix and Bob, too," he replied easily. "But guess who's going out with Cat tonight. Just take one guess, Angel."

"Oh," you gasped as he dipped you. Then you pressed your lips together, afraid to tell him that Cat and Commander Bickel would probably be verifying codes for the next several hours at least.

He pulled you back to standing as he said, "Hang on, that's my phone." Jake pulled it out of his pocket and read the text message he received. "Shit. Cat cancelled on me."

"Jake-" But you stopped. You knew you shouldn't be talking about the special mission apparently gone wrong, but he looked so disappointed. He'd been wanting to go on an actual date with her for months, not just making out in the rec room.

When he spoke, his voice was bland and monotone. "She's blaming it on working late. Meanwhile it looks like you're leaving early, so I'm not buying it." Then he laughed sardonically. "I was going to take her to a movie tonight, and then on Friday I was hoping Jeremiah could tag along on another date. I found a kid-friendly restaurant for dinner."

When you reached for his hand, he just shook his head. "Jake. Don't get upset with her, okay?"

He ran his hand through his hair as he walked away. "I need to get back to the hanger. Later, Angel."

You hated today. You wanted answers, and then you wanted to go to bed. And it annoyed you that you still wanted Bradley to read you to sleep from his notebook when he was the one who hadn't given you any details about his deployment, even though you had asked. Multiple times.

When you pulled your car into the driveway, you realized Bradley wouldn't be home for at least an hour. You wanted to act normal about this and start making dinner or doing something productive, but you were starting to wonder if he was hiding information from you again, just like the sperm test results. And that was enough to make you lose your appetite. You hurried inside, and Tramp followed you to the couch where you sat and took some deep breaths. The realization that you should have just stayed on base and had a discussion with Dr. Genevieve washed over you, and you were afraid you were going to cry.

You wrapped your arms around Tramp and waited, and it actually didn't feel like too much time had passed when you heard the Bronco pull into the driveway. When the front door opened, Bradley looked surprised to see you.

"You're home," he said softly, closing the door behind him. When you just nodded and clung to Tramp, Bradley pressed his lips together. "I take it you heard about the....mishap?"

"Mishap?" you asked, finally scrambling to your feet as Tramp ran to Bradley. "That's what you're calling it? All I know is that I asked you all weekend to tell me about your deployment, but you didn't. And then today I got an email with your name and credentials listed underneath a docket number for two officers who are being court martialed."

Bradley bent to pet Tramp without taking his eyes off yours. "You're right. You did ask me several times, but Sweetheart, the weekend was so perfect. I didn't want to ruin it by talking about work."

You rubbed the heels of your hands against your eyes. "You were gone for eight weeks, Bradley. That's not the same as discussing a regular day at work. And clearly something absolutely insane happened! What are you trying to hide from me now?"

The rosy pink of his cheeks faded away as a look of pure panic filled his handsome features. "Nothing. There's nothing to hide. I just thought we'd talk about it today. I had no idea everything was going to blow up like it did."

You threw your hands up in the air, and you hated how shrill your voice sounded. "Is everything even okay?"

"Yes," he insisted, closing the distance to you and wrapping his arms around your body, enveloping you in his warmth. "Everyone who left the carrier deck made it back to the carrier deck."

Apparently you'd been holding your breath, because you were finally able to let it out. "Good," you whispered, burying your face in his neck. "That email made me feel physically sick."

"I'm sorry, Baby Girl," Bradley rasped next to your ear before kissing your temple. "If I knew everything was going to happen so fast, I would have taken some time out of the weekend to talk about it. But being back home with you and spending time as just us was really the only thing on my agenda."

You didn't stop him when he guided you toward the bedroom and started to unbutton and unzip you out of your uniform. And you let him pull his UVA shirt over your head and guide you into bed. And then you watched him strip down to his underwear before he picked up Tramp and climbed in with you. "Here's what happened," he said, pulling you close.

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Bradley felt a little awkward detailing what went down in the air with Slayer for you. It was an odd thing to recount it to someone who wasn't an aviator, but you just held him tight and asked questions when you needed clarification. But the way you gasped when Bradley told you he was the spare made him feel somewhat validated.

"The spare? This Admiral Dean asshole named you the spare?" You went shooting up in the bed, indignation flashing in your eyes as you pointed at him. "You're not the spare! You're the main event. You'd never treat a mission like it was your own little game where other people's lives didn't fucking count for anything!"

Bradley could tell he was blushing as he said, "Nat and Bob were directly in danger when I got called to the catapult."

Now you were standing on your knees looking straight up furious. "What did you do?!"

He ran his hand along his mustache and whispered, "I just... dealt with it. I don't know. You know I don't like talking about air to air kills. Nat and Bob were leaking fuel to the point where I was convinced they wouldn't even make it out over the water before they had to eject. But Nat managed to land it on deck in spite of full engine failure."

"Full engine failure?!"

"Yes."

"And all of this happened because this Slayer person went way off course to attend his own rodeo or something?"

Bradley laughed in spite of himself. "Yes."

"Right. Right," you said, even though it sounded like you thought it was all very wrong. "And this Slayer child was allowed to be the fucking team leader because of Admiral Dean?"

"Yes."

You just shook your head at him, standing there on your knees with your hands on your hips. "A court-martial is too good for these fuckers," you said, your voice breaking as you lunged for him.

Bradley caught you in his arms as you burst into tears. "Don't cry. Everyone is fine."

But you were shaking in his arms as you tightened your hold on him. "I could have lost you, Roo... and like, I just know there was at least a small part of you that thought I didn't want this."

He kissed your cheek and whispered, "I knew you loved me. I knew my ring was safe with you. That was enough."

You pulled away from where you'd had your face pressed to the side of his neck. Tears were welling up in your eyes before sliding down your cheeks. "No, that's not enough. I love you more than anything. And you deserve to hear me say that to you."

Bradley gently rolled you onto your back and let his cheek rest on your shoulder as you cried. He wrapped one arm around your middle and tried not to crush you with his weight as you threaded your fingers through his hair. It felt so good, the way you were touching him and crying for him. "I'm right here," he told you, and eventually your breathing evened out.

"I can't believe spending the weekend in the bathtub with me was more important to you than getting all of that off your chest."

"Spending a weekend in the bathtub with you is more important than literally anything else I can think of," he promised, happy to hear you laugh. "But if we're being honest here, Sweetheart, when I got passed over for the mission and named as the spare instead... I'm having a really hard time coming to terms with the fact that I'm probably on the back end of my career as a pilot."

You were silent for a beat, but when you spoke, your fingers were still soft in his hair. "Who named the teams?"

"Admiral Dean."

"And have we not established that he's a mindless idiot who favors the aviators from Lemoore over everyone else?"

Bradley hadn't really considered that the hit to his ego and career should have been taken with a grain of salt. Perhaps there was something to be said for who was in charge of the mission details. "I'm still the oldest one around, compared to everyone at Top Gun and everyone from Lemoore," he murmured.

"Older, sure," you whispered. "But you're also more experienced. And more patient. And smarter. And you were able to tolerate being named the spare without throwing a fit. You're not on the back end of your career. Maybe it will take a different shape, but it's not ending."

Without another word, Bradley fell asleep on you while he thought about what flying meant to him, your touch calming him enough to do that without panicking.

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You were so hungry now that Bradley told you what had happened. Your stomach was starting to growl, and you realized that you hadn't actually started anything for dinner. But Bradley was still dozing on you an hour later, his arm heavy across your belly where you pressed your fingers to the ink of his tattoo.

He must have been exhausted, dealing with all of this nonsense during his deployment and traveling across so many time zones. And yet he had made you feel so important all weekend, even attempting to make you breakfast. Giving you his undivided attention. Making love to you exactly how you needed it.

When he eventually started to stir, you felt bad that you didn't have anything ready for him to eat. He looked up at you, slowly easing himself into a push up position above you. "Sorry...how long was I out?" he rasped, grunting as he bent his elbows until his lips met yours.

"More than an hour," you whispered as he kissed you over and over again. "You must be exhausted."

"Nah, I feel great," he promised, climbing out of bed and pulling you with him. "Want me to make you some toast?"

"Please don't. I was thinking of just ordering something since I didn't get anything ready to cook." You briefly thought about Cat and Bickel and wondered if they were still working right now.

"Let's get a pizza," Bradley said, grabbing his phone. "It's easy and Tramp loves when you feed him the crusts."

Later, when you sat down on Bradley's lap with a slice of pizza in your hand, you laughed as Tramp sat on the floor begging. You tore off a piece of the crust for him while Bradley inhaled two slices stacked one on top of the other. You were just about to ask him if he'd read some more of his notebook to you when he reached for a third piece.

"Was thinking," he said between bites. "How about a bath before bed? And since you let me nap earlier, I could read until you fall asleep?"

You felt like you were on your honeymoon again where everything you did together just made sense. "You read my mind." And there was just something so good about his voice right now. Whether it was him sitting behind you in the tub or fucking you on the bathmat or leading you to the shower to get you cleaned up a second time, his voice in your ear was exactly what you needed.

"We do some of our best work in the bathroom," he whispered, thrusting into you slowly as your towel unraveled from around you.

"You say that about every room," you reminded him, letting him spread your legs wider as he nipped at your breasts.

"Only because it's true, Sweetheart."

You giggled in the shower, because fifteen minutes ago you'd been clean and then he came inside you. But you were yawning non stop by the time you climbed back into bed. You could barely keep your eyes open as Bradley picked up his notebook and opened it to a page you hadn't heard him read yet.

He wrapped one strong arm around you and cleared his throat. "Promise you won't get upset?" he asked you, holding the notebook just far enough away that you couldn't read it without your contacts or glasses.

"I mean, did you like write something really mean about me?" you asked, squinting.

"No," he said with a laugh. "But it's a full page about all the shit I do that I hate."

"I won't get mad, but that doesn't mean I have to agree with any of it."

He responded by clearing his throat again and reading.

"I was never planning on being married to someone. That's exhausting, right? Way too much responsibility. What if they decide they hate you and leave one day? Or die of cancer? Or what if I burn in? What are you even supposed to do then?

In an effort not to turn into either of my parents, I think I just gave up on the idea. My mom's engagement ring took up residence in a cardboard box in a storage unit for almost twenty years. I don't think I thought about it more than a handful of times, only occasionally remembering how pretty it looked when she wore it outside in the sunshine.

And then I met a woman, and suddenly the fact that I didn't know the exact location of that ring was very unsettling to me. Was it in a box with photos, pushed all the way against the back wall? Was it in a smaller box with my dad's diploma from the Naval Academy? Which box was it in?

These thoughts alternated between being paramount to my very existence and also quite laughable. She wouldn't want to marry me. I'd only known her a few weeks. She was perfect. Beautiful. Funny. Smarter than everyone else.

I second guessed myself even more than usual. And then the most peculiar thing happened. She accepted the ring right out of the cardboard box, and then she married me.

But I haven't been good enough.

And that is a fact that is worse than all my worst fears. It's worse than burning in. It's worse than dying of cancer. It's worse than being left behind. I can't stand the fact that she's too hard on herself because of me. That's fucked up. It makes me feel gross. I don't want a baby more than I want my wife. I just want my wife. I want her right now. I wanted her yesterday. I am going to want her tomorrow.

But two weeks ago when I made her think I didn't, that was probably the worst thing I've ever done. Because it didn't even occur to me how much I was fucking up. Congratulations, you failed. Stop doing it. Be better. If you even get another chance."

When Bradley turned his head to see if you were still awake, you whispered, "I didn't like that page as much as the others."

"I figured you wouldn't."

There were a million things you wanted to say to make him feel better. Share the blame for what happened. But he was proving to you that he had nothing to hide, and he was reading back his candid thoughts. And you never wanted him to stop. So you just kissed his neck and said, "Thanks for reading it to me. But now I want you to read my favorite page again."

He flipped back to find it, and you were asleep after about five words.

Your alarm for work came too early considering how cozy you felt in bed. If you could live in this moment a little longer, you gladly would. You felt warm and safe, and Bradley's first words of the day made you laugh. "I'll order you another overpriced coffee, but your new French press should be here today."

When you walked into the lab with your iced latte to find that Cat was the only person there, you gave her an awkward, "Good morning."

"Hi," she replied, stifling a yawn. She looked exhausted.

"How late were you here?" you asked her, feeling terrible that you weren't the one to put in all the extra hours.

She eyed you hesitantly. "Pretty late. Bickel told me I could come in at lunchtime today, but I didn't want to leave you hanging out to dry with the proposals from Annapolis."

"Thanks," you whispered. But then your heart rate picked up a little bit as you thought about what happened to Bradley. You blurted out, "I need to know what was in that audio."

Cat was instantly shaking her head. "You can't listen to it. Bickel said he doesn't want your login credentials anywhere near it. Could be a massive conflict of interest if you handled it in any way."

You looked down at your boots. "What was it like?"

She was silent for so long, you were afraid she wasn't going to tell you anything. When you turned toward your seat, she said, "It was hard to listen to. Your husband is a good person."

You kept your eyes on your workstation. "He didn't even tell me anything about it until last night."

"He didn't come running home from his deployment and tell you that he's actually a hero? Again? Bickel told me he seems to have a good head on his shoulders."

"No," you whispered, closing your eyes. "He came home and told me we'd talk about it later, because he missed me too much. And then he was good to me all weekend." Good was an understatement. But you did miss your French press.

"You know," Cat replied with a smile in her voice, "it is really hard not to hate you."

You turned to look at her over your shoulder. Maybe she figured you knew about Jake, and maybe she didn't, but you said, "You should reschedule your movie date."

The smile was gone from her face and her voice. "I think yesterday was a wakeup call. And canceling on Jake was probably in my best interest after all. I don't know what I was thinking when-"

"Stop making poor decisions," you snapped. "He found a kid-friendly restaurant, for fuck's sake. What more could you possibly want in a guy?"

"Nothing," she whispered.

Then you plugged your computer in and said, "Thank you for telling me about the comms. And thank you for staying late. And thank you for not leaving me alone to finish the proposals today. But for the love of god, Cat, reschedule the movie, okay?"

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Bradley was expecting you to meet him for lunch in the cafeteria. He even managed to secure the table where you and he were sitting the first time he asked you out. Which was just going to be the cherry on top of his plans for the day.

Mav let him read the official court-martial documentation along with Nat and Bob. And then he had taken the time to write an official statement. And in about a month, he'd have to appear as a witness to what happened. The sad part was, it all seemed very cut and dry since this wasn't the first time Admiral Dean had shown unjust favoritism. Maybe you were on to something about why Bradley had been selected as the spare.

He heard your laugh before he saw you. It was that beautiful, overjoyed sound that was usually reserved just for him. In fact, he heard it last night when he had you underneath him on the bathroom floor, running his mustache along your pristine skin. But right now you had it aimed at his best friend, and he didn't really mind. You were hugging Nat like you were afraid she was going to vanish into thin air, and when you released her, Bradley watched you press a kiss to Bob's cheek before hugging him just as tight. Your cheek was pressed to Bob's chest when you met Bradley's gaze from a few tables away, and you smiled at him. Then you were headed his way.

"I got you a burrito bowl," he said, even though you could plainly see he had two on his tray. And instead of sitting down across from him, you took the chair right next to his and wrapped your hands around his bicep.

"Roo, do you want to go up to the hot sauce restaurant after work on Friday? Maybe recreate our first date? But instead of me not giving you a handjob on the pier, I totally could."

Bradley's jaw dropped. You somehow read his mind. You took his idea about getting back to basics in your relationship and made it both romantic and also horny enough that he felt a little uncomfortable in his uniform pants. And you had the nerve to sit there and look sweet and innocent as you squeezed a little packet of hot sauce onto your lunch.

"I was going to suggest the same thing," he rasped softly. "Minus the handjob. But I'm definitely down for the inclusion of the handjob."

You just smiled at him as you took a bite of your lunch, and your hand came to rest on his thigh. This was going to be a long week.

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Need that first date reenactment to happen. And I love how the notebook has become a bedtime staple for them. Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32

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yuwigqi · 2 months

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Batfam fanon stuff I hate

Asian Tim/Hispanic Jason from white people (Blasian Tim not included)

"Tim killed hundreds of people"

Cullen being one of Bruce's kids (have they literally ever had a private conversation. Have they met.)

Bruce being a business idiot and Lucius basically running WE for him

Cass being completely mute

Tim hating Dick and never forgiving him for the Robin thing

Damian never repenting, changing his personality and morals, and becoming close enough to Tim to proudly admit he's his brother

Dick not having any relationship to Kara Danvers (THEY. ARE. FRIENDS. WITH. ROMANTIC. TENSION.)

Babs being Cass's mom (I've talked at length about the sexist undertones here). Sisterly relationships are not "less important" than motherly relationships, and unless I'm missing something, I've never been able to find a single instance of Cass calling Babs her mom

BatJokes, Bru/Harvey, BatMask (specifically when the author has it canon in their AU that one of them seriously hurt his kids like in canon)

SlaDick. I just...don't like it. I really don't.

Jason and Tim never making amends (honestly don't know why everyone wants Tim to hate his siblings lol)

Duke innocent uwu boy

LADY SHIVA NOT FUCKING EXISTING

Edit: I was wrong about Cass not calling Babs mom, and someone corrected that. Thank you for correcting me, and I apologize for putting that on this list.

I still hate it very much, but its canon. So it shouldn't be on this list.

Also: these are personal opinions. I am not the arbiter of fanfiction. Write whatever you want forever I do not care. These are things I dislike. Don't take it personally.

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entername322 · 5 months

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Possession

Irene (Red Velvet) x Male Reader

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Jealously is a powerful thing, if it ever hold control of someone they will start doing unspeakable things to overcome it.

Of course, jealousy is a normal part of human life. It drives them to go beyond their limit and achieve something great.

Unfortunately, it's not always the case. Sometimes, jealousy will drive people mad, ruining their life, and the people around them.

You are witnessing this first hand.

The image of Irene's unbridled rage and her eyes that's filled with killing intent is causing you to stop breathing.

"Babeeee"

Her voice is no longer the cold and spine shivering voice. It's all filled with anger and murderous rage.

The reason for her anger? A phone number.

You and Irene is currently getting a coffee together, it's part of your, lunch dates that you had everyday with her.

Since Irene is a bit tired from a long photoshoot session she sat down at your table as you went to order a coffee for both of you.

Unfortunately, when you ordered the cashier to smile to you a bit too much, according to Irene's standard that is.

Her piercing gaze is threatening you, a threat you took seriously as you hurry up and order your coffee.

Once you got your order you quickly scurry away to sit in front of Irene.

Only for her to find, a phone number on your cup.

"Babe, I, I didn't do anything"

Dating her for two months you've seen this outburst from her multiple time already.

Today is exceptionally bad, due to her morning schedule she didn't get to cuddle with you and go to the gym with you.

This few hours of separation has made her anxious and paranoid due to the idea of you cheating on her.

An idea, that you have never, ever, even think about indulging.

"You, flirted with her, while I'm here. You're cheating on me right in front of my eyes?"

You were scared when she starts going like this. Now you still do, but there's a few things you can start do to in order to calm her down.

"Baby, you know I won't do that"

First, move next to her, wrap your long arms around her shoulder.

"Oh, is that so? Then what's this?"

As she grabbed the coffee cup you do the second move, caressing her arms.

"I don't know, I really don't. You said you can read my lips, don't tell me you didn't read what I said"

Third, kiss her temple.

"I see what she wanted to say, she wanted to know more about you, she wants you and you just nourish her curiosity and interest for you, while I'm here"

Fourth, use your free hand to grab hers and start to caress the back of her hand with your thumb.

"You know that's not true, come on, your boyfriend is there and you're busy checking out the waitress? Are you serious?"

Fifth, counter her jealousy by acting jealous yourself.

"You know that's not true"

Once she starts to pout then you can start pressing her down.

"Really? Because if you do see what I said then you will know I've oepnely said I'm here with MY girlfriend. But you didn't see it don't you? You're busy watching the waitress"

Press her down again until she start squirming in your embrace uncomfortably.

"You, I didn't see that"

Once she puts her head down, the bomb has been diffused.

"See, stop doing that, you know I don't like it when you're busy watching other people in our date as much as you don't like it when I talk to other people"

You, really don't care, but you find acting jealous like this always made her meek and quiet due the guilt she's feeling.

"I'm sorry"

Her shaky voice means she might start to cry soon.

"Stop it, now come on, tell me about your day"

Deciding to not let her cause a scene you pulled her head to your shoulder and start to play with her hairs.

"Hmmm, I hate it, I have to wake up so early to leave your cuddles. I want to stay in bed with you but nooooo, I have to go out in the wild to take some stupid pictures"

She pulled down your scarf and start sniffing on it, it's her way of unwinding.

"They told you to go out in this cold weather?"

To be honest, you've start to like her, more than you dare to admit. You're falling her, everyday a bit deeper than before.

"I know, I need to complain about this, I will not have our cuddling session be interrupted ever again"

Every morning, around 5-6 you will be woken up by her. She would start to move around and force you to cuddle her.

It's not that bad, she will play with your hair, sing some songs, tell you about her dreams.

You will be half asleep so all the things she did felt like a dream.

It's always the calmest part of the day.

Surprisingly, she doesn't care about the dreams of you cheating.

You would've think she will start to explode whe she had those dreams.

Yet the one time she does it she just start nibbling on your neck or chest or hands while asking you for words of reassurance that you won't leave her.

It's cute honestly, something about morning Irene is so needy and yet, very calm.

"What were you thinking?"

Irene bopped your nose because you were lost in thoughts.

"No, I was just thinking about our morning cuddle"

She smiled, well, you can't really see it because of her mask but her eyes told you she's smiling.

"Let's go home babe, I want to continue our cuddles"

"You know I can do that babe"

"Tchhh, just wait, once they approve of my request you will be able to do whatever you want"

Her request, is to be my personal mentor so that I don't have to come to the building everyday and just learn from her.

It was such an odd request that my own instructor actually pulled me to the side and asked me what I did.

You lied, well actually you stuttered so much that Irene managed to come in and take over the conversation herself.

The idea of you two dating has been rumoured between the people in the company. Of course, it's just a romour for now, beside nobody want to entertain the idea of you two actually dating because it sounds so outlandish.

"Babe, you know your boss would start asking questions if you keep pushing them for it"

"I know, it's okay baby, I got this handled"

You sighed and just relax on your seat, there's no point of discouraging her, she won't budge.

"When it went through you're moving with me okay?"

She rubbed her head to your neck while her hands hugged you.

"What's wrong with my place?"

"I don't live there, that's what's wrong"

"You might as well, half of the clothes there is yours. All the product in the bathroom is yours, you sleep there like everyday almost"

"Exactly, I might as well, so move in to my place. Yours is too small, and I want you to live like the king you are. Alongside your queen"

"Hey, I work hard for that place"

"I know baby, I know, and I'm proud of you, with all my heart I always does"

"Haaaaa, fine, but I want to have my oven there"

"Yesssss, I will install a few for you at my place, oh god I want to see you baked for us, while I'm watching you and clean the house. We will be like a married couple"

You bake, it's something you've learn from your mom. It started as a way to help her bake faster because you love her cookies and bread, now it's just something you do during your weekend.

"Yeah sure babe, whatever you want"

She looked at you with longing eyes, ready to pounce you at any moment.

"Don't kiss me you weirdo"

You flicked her forehead making her dig herself deeper into her hug.

"I love you, I love you so much"

She sobbed, she always does that when she get a little to emotional, which is easy when it involves you.

"I love you too babe"

The coffe break ends not long after that, she reluctantly drive you back to the company and let you go back to your training room. She has stopped escorting you, giving you less anxiety from getting found out.

The training proceed as usual. Being instructed by Irene you've grown exceptionally well in term of flexibility.

Of course this frustrate Irene at first, but after you promise her you will not stop working out with her she start seeing vocal about how proud she is with your growth.

"Listen up, your next test is in Friday. This time it would be an individual test. There will be a bunch of the company idols who would be there and watch you"

Immediately everyone went to panic mode. That includes you, for a totally different reason.

Fuck, is Irene gonna cause a scene? I need to talk to her, I need to fuck her too before the test to calm her down.

"This time, we will not be pushing you to perform a song. We need you to perform your best skill. Rapping or singing or dancing will suffice, pick one, report back to me and we will set it up. Good luck"

The trainee went to panic mode

"What are you performing blue?"

"A song"

"Yeah I know you will sing but what song"

"A song that I made"

"You made a song"

The others heard our conversation and immediately starts to pester me.

"Guys listen, yes I made a song, it was a while ago, I just think it would be a perfect song for me to perform"

"Shit, did you made it for your girlfriend"

Funny story actually, Irene loves to leaves hickey on you, it starts with somewhere hidden, your chest and shoulder. Slowly it moves, to your arm, forearm, neck, hands. It get found out eventually, the instructor said I can date someone, just have some decency.

"Yeah, I think, she will force me to sing it there, something about, showing her off"

Irene doesn't know about the song, you and to work extra hard to record it behind her back as a backup incase she grew mad.

"Oh shit, fuck I need to make a song by Friday"

"Yeah good luck dude, you had trouble remembering lyrics"

"Hey, fuck you at least I'm not tripping while moving to position in every choreography"

"Hey fuck you too-"

You used the chaos to slip away and went to Irene's office.

"Who is it?"

You hear her annoyed voice when you knock on her door.

"It's me"

Immediately you heard loud footsteps and the door opened showing her smile and excited face.

"I miss you"

You had lunch, and finished your coffe break around 1. It's only 4 now.

"I miss you too babe"

You ruffled her hair as she pulled you inside.

"You're early, you want to go home now?"

Well, it's kinda hard to do that when she's pinning you to the door.

"I can wait for you to finish your job"

She smiled before making out with you. Her hands reached inside your sweater and feel up your abs.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

"Unnie, it's me"

I felt my heart stopped, Irene doesn't seems to be as panicked as me. She's more annoyed than anything for being interrupted.

"Sit at the couch"

You hurriedly move the couch, fixing your hair and sweater.

"Yes Seung?"

You see Irene opened the door and peek out.

"Unnie let's go to a dinner, some of my friend would be there, you'll love them"

Oh god she gonna set her up with someone else. Fuck please don't do that. Aghhh, why am I jealous. No, wait I'm not jealous, I'm just scared Irene will snap. Yeah, that's it.

A foolish denial.

"Sorry Seung, I had plans for tonight"

"Come on, it'll be fun, let's go"

You saw Wendy pushed through the door, opening it to find, you.

"H-h-h-hello sunbaenim"

You shyly nod.

"Oh my god, I knew it, you two are dating. I know those rumours must stem from somewhere"

Wendy immediately straddled towards you and sit next to you. Way too close for your comfort, or Irene's.

"I forgot your name, wait you're that blue guy right?"

"Y-y-y-yeah that's my nickname"

"Hohoho, so how long have you been dating? Wait, did you know unnie before you become a trainee?"

"That's enough Seung, he's not my boyfriend"

Unbeknownst to you and Wendy, Irene has slam the door closed and now is standing angrily beside Wendy.

"Really? You don't sounds convincing unnie"

She's right, Irene looked like she's ready to tear Wendy to pieces.

"It's true, now get out, we're having an important discussion"

Irene crossed her arms as her body is giving out sinister aura.

"Well, I'm sorry for interrupting here. So you're single then?"

Wendy turned to you making you panic even more. You tried to say something smart, but you can't say anything beyond some stuttering.

"Well that's good, you seems cute, you want to grab lunch sometimes?"

Wendy grabbed your hand and hold it making Irene even more angry, and you, more scared.

You wanted to say no, but it comes out as a mixed of Japanese and Korean giberish.

"Come on, I'll treat you, in fact I will give you some vocal training as well, just for a lunch together"

Wendy ran her fingers through your chest making your heart stop. This is it, this is how you gonna die, some little flirty rascal gonna make your girlfriend explode.

"ENOUGH"

Irene roared, you are scared, Wendy is amused.

"Admit it"

"Yes, he's MY BOYFRIEND, now GET OFF him"

Wendy let you go before smiling to Irene. Irene is furious, you see a vein in her forehead, something you've only seen once before, when you two walked into your ex.

"Heheheh, you're so cute when you're mad unnie, right blue?"

Don't turn to me like that, fuck you're gonna kill me even harder.

"Enough get out"

Irene pulled Wendy by the alear and dragged her out.

"Awawawawawawaw, you have to tell me later unnie"

Wendy said before Irene slam the door on her face.

The room got quiet, you can hear your heartbeat, might be the last time you'll ever hear it again.

Then you heard the sounds of the door locking.

You held your breath as Irene stare you down. Her gaze is a laser vision that's melting you in your seat

"Baby"

You let out a small whimper as Irene start walking towards you. Herr steps is fast and loud, making your heartbeat raise as well.

"You have some nerve babe"

She grabbed you by the face before pushing you till you lay down on the couch.

"I didn't do anything"

You know she doesn't believe that.

"You let her grab you, feel your body up. You're MY BOYFRIEND, and this, this is all MINE"

She grabbed every part of you that Wendy touched earlier.

"Babe, I, I don't know what to say to her"

"Tell her no, punch her for touching you without your consent"

She roared again making some of her spit drip to your face.

"Unless..... You are consenting to it"

Her face contorted even deeper, you felt her fingers in your face become cold and chilly.

"Baby you know I don't"

"Then why did you let her"

"Because I thought she's your friends, I don't want to hurt your friends"

"You're my boyfriend that's more important than a friend"

Alright, step one, wrap your hand around her.

"You know I can't do that to her. Being a good boyfriend means respecting your girlfriend's friends"

Step two, caress her back.

"So you just gonna let her slobber all over you?"

Step three, kiss her cheek.

"No, I will tell her to back down, I was just thinking about something else"

Step four, caress her cheek.

"About what? Her perfume? Her soft hands? Her beauty? About cheating on me with her?"

Modified step five, attack her with a sudden outbursts of jealousy.

"About you saying I'm not your boyfriend, didn't she tried to hook you up with her friends? You didn't tell her you have a boyfriend already didn't you? You even denied me in front of her"

She was stunned.

"You know how painful it is? She's your friend, you said it before you love her and she has helped you through many painful times. You confide in her and yet you can't even admit to her about me? Why? Because you're ashamed? Of ME?"

Attack her again.

"You know that's not true"

She winced as her face showed her remorse.

"Is it? Does anyone know you're dating me. Wait no, does anybody knows you're dating anyone? That you're not available anymore?"

Her eyes turned glassy as guilt is filling her face.

"No right? Because you don't care, you..... You don't care about me"

You whispered the last part to home in the idea that you're hurt.

Tears immediately fell from her eyes.

"I care baby, I care about you I'm sorry, please I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry please I'm sorry babe"

She wailed as she hugged you again.

You felt glad, as if, you managed get something off your chest. You think it's just the crisis that you've averted, but no, it's something more than that. You're glad, because you managed to tell her what you've been feeling for awhile now.

I'm in love with her.

Alas you admit it, quite easy isn't it. You love her, despite her uncontrollable anger and possessiveness. Despite her stalker behaviour and immeasurable obsession with you. You love her.

As you were lost in your thoughts Irene continue bawling her eyes out in your embrace.

"Baby"

You sighed as you caressed her hair.

"I'm sorry babe, please don't hate me, please, please, please"

She raised her face that's messed by her tears, her eyes is red and her expression is, pitiful.

You did pick up on what she said, she doesn't want to hate you. It never occured to her you might leave her, or, maybe she have plans to make sure that didn't happen.

"Alright, I'll forgive you this once"

She cried again as she threw herself to you. Her lips crashed against yours before her wet cheeks touch yours.

Her tongue aggressively intrude your mouth and start to grab yours. You reciprocate and both of your tongue starts to have a little fight inside your mouth.

She tugged yours into her mouth before greedily bite and suck on it. You felt your tongue getting numb from her eagerness.

After your tongue she desperately move to your lips, biting it and pulling it before sucking it in.

Slowly you moved her hand to her shirt, unbuttoning it.

"Babyyyy~"

She moans as her hands start to play with your hair. She tried to grind you but her tight skirt is on her way so she pulled it up exposing her pale butt before she grinded on your thighs.

You unbuttoned her shirt and pull it apart exposing her white naked body. Your hand creep up to grab and massages her tits through her bra.

"I love you"

She moans again before she sit up. She throw away her shirt before unclasping her bra and skirt.

You pulled up your sweater making her eyes your naked upper half with lust and hunger.

She pulled down your pants exposing your half erect cock.

Without waiting any moment she stuffed her mouth with your cock.

Her tongue is rubbing all your weak spot as her lips is sucking in it greedily.

"Babeee"

You groaned and bucked your hips forward pushing your cock deeper into her throat.

"Keep going babe"

You grabbed her hair and start playing with it.

She let out a muffled mewl before she fucked her own throat with your cock.

For awhile you only hear her groans and moan before she finally get it out of her throat.

She climbed forward, pulling her panties to the side and aligning her wet entrance with your fairly lubed member.

Then, she plunged it deep into her.

"Aghhhhh, babe"

She moans as her back straightened up to a cowgirl position. You see the jolt of ecstasy coursing through her body.

You grabbed her hips as she started to move.

"I'm your girlfriend, I'm your girlfriend, fuck me like I'm yours. I'm yours and only yours babe, fuck me harder"

You giggled for a second, you're just laying down there as she move, what does she means fuck her harder.

You grabbed her breast. Your thumb rubbed her erect and sensitive nipples.

You love how expressive she is during sex. Her body always shivers and jerked as you find her weak points.

"You want to cum baby?"

You said seeing her cries getting louder and more needy.

"Please, let me cum baby"

You smiled.

"Well you can't"

She immediately let out a deep whine as she dropped and touch your abs for support.

You pick up her slack and start pounding her. She let our cries and monas as she bite your chest.

"Fuck you're such an irresistible demon"

You slapped her as making her body jerked forward.

"I want to cum babeeeee"

She whined.

"Hold it in babe, you know you can do it"

She can, but your ass slapping and cheek kisses doesn't make it easy for her.

"Fuck, I'm coming babe"

You felt your cock started to throb. She felt it too as her face start showing anticipation.

"I'm cumming"

Your groan blended with her cries and moans as you plunged deep inside her.

You felt your sperm shooting out to her as her juices started to drench your crotch.

"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, I love you babe"

As both of your orgasm pass she slumped down to your chest, drained.

"You should, clean your couch later"

You panted and laughed.

"No, I want your smell here too"

She smiled and start kissing you.

The make out session almost last as long as the sex.

"Fuck, I'm cold, let's get dressed babe"

You kissed her cheek, she nodded and get off you before you two get dressed.

"You want to go home?"

Irene fixed her hair before pushing you to her chair and sit on your lap.

"I'm sorry baby, I will tell everyone I'm in a relationship okay? Don't be mad at me please, I love you"

She gave you a cute pout, something that you can't ever say no to.

"Alright"

You played with her hairs as she dropped her head on your shoulder. Her finger draw around on your chest as her other hand is holding one of yours.

Time seems to pass slowly with her in your arms. Next thing you know it's already dark outside.

"I almost forgot why I'm here, the trainees will have a test this Friday and all the idols in SM is invited, that includes you right?"

She perked up with a smile.

"Yes, finally I can watch you"

She haven't checked the trainee out again after her first time with Seulgi and Wendy so she's been pestering for you to perform for her. Something you have swiftly evade for awhile.

"Don't expect too much babe, we get to do what we want so I'll be singing there"

One of your hand start to caress her smooth and soft thighs.

"Hmmmm, I want to hear you sing again"

You sang for her once, and she loved it. Although you're not really sure that's a good indicator since she loves everything you do.

"Yeah, then be ready for Friday"

She smiled happily and kissed you.

"Come on, let's go home"

Friday is coming rather quickly, you did managed to had a few rehearsals which boost your confidence.

"You're ready for to day baby?"

Irene woke you up from your daydream.

"Yeah, I'm ready for anything"

She smiled and kissed your cheek.

"I'll see you at lunch okay?"

You confidently walk to your training room. The schedule is, preparation till lunch, then lunch, then performance.

The others have some visible nervousness on their face and body language. You don't, you just get into a corner, put on your song and rehearse it quietly a few times before putting on your normal shuffle.

Before lunch your instructor came, he then put on a paper at the door.

"Listen up, this will be the test order, it will start at 1 so don't be late"

He then scurry off while the trainee crowded the paper.

"Fuck I'm first"

"Shit, why am I so early"

"Oh no, oh god I'm gonna be sick"

"Oh my god, I'm second to last"

Everyone immediately let out their panic and relief, you slowly walked to it and scanned for your name.

Last, dead last, you had to wait the other 29 trainee to finish their performance before you get to.

"Isn't this being divided bases on our performance? All vocal are last"

That's weird.

"Fuck, why did I choose rap"

"Why are we last?"

You asked, not sure to who.

"I think, since our company is very strict with vocals they put it last so more idols could be late and watch our performance"

"Shit, you might be right, they saved best for last"

"Best my ass, I'm gonna sing like a mule"

"They put blue dead last as the ending performance"

"Fuck, that means I'm first since I'm terrible"

You, don't think that's true. However it is true you're the best singer in the bunch. Everyone acknowledge that.

In fact one of the reason you still around despite your lackluster dance is because your vocal is too good to pass on.

"I'm, going out for lunch"

You sighed and walked away.

You find Irene already waiting for you by the elevator.

"Don't come here babe, what if people see you"

You said quietly, despite the empty place you don't want to take any risk.

"It's fine, let's go get lunch, I am hungry"

She grabbed your hand and drag you all the way to her car.

"I'm last"

She raised her eyebrow.

"I'm the last performance"

She smiled happily.

"They always save the best for last. The idols that attend would tend to come late so it's just tradition to let the best comes last"

They do think I'm the best, alright, no pressure at all.

"We're here, come on"

The lunch was fine, not much happens between the time you arrived this morning and the time you're having lunch so there's nothing to talk about.

"Noona I need my hand to eat"

"I can feed you, come on, say Ahhhhh"

You stare at the spoon she's holding to your face with a tired expression.

"Ahhhhh"

She happily feeds you and gave you some extra flavour with her kiss.

"So, what song are you performing?"

"It's called, 'Love me' by RealestK, you ever heard about it?"

"No, but I'll listen to it after this, it's a romantic songs right?"

"Yeah, I think, you would love it"

Her smile blinded you for a moment before you felt her lips crashing up against yours.

I should buy a lip moisturizer soon.

"Thanks babe, you know me so well"

Irene stayed quiet after that, happily cuddle and feed you for the rest of the lunch.

You did managed to ask her for no coffee break so you can prepare for the performance.

"Fine, but after you perform you're coming straight home with me"

Not like you have any other destination you want to go to.

Back in the practice room you can feel the anxiousness suffocate you the moment you walk in.

"Alright, we will be starting very shortly, don't be nervous, your senior will be nice"

You walk up to him to ask something.

"Sorry sir, can I excuse myself after the performance, I have a thing I need to attend to"

Usually they are pretty flexible with training time, especially when you're good enough to skip some and still perform well.

"Hmmm, if you have a flawless performance you can. If not then you will have to wait until I start giving comments out. You know how I go, the worst always gets the last comments"

You nodded happily and promise you will impress him, something that he said he'll look forward too.

You sit at the back leaning to the wall while closing your eyes.

Not long you heard a few footsteps walked in to the room.

There's like 8 different idols there watching you closely.

Irene, Wendy and Seulgi is here. There's Taeyong and Mark from NCT, Taeyeon, holy shit Kai from Exo. Then your eyes fell to the last two people, Karina from Aespa, and her member, Giselle, your ex.

You follows the other traine to bow and greet them. A little absent minded from seeing your ex.

She's here, the girl you tried to chase, the girl that made you apply and become a trainee here. She's here, yet, it, doesn't feel like you're happy.

Of course Irene is here and she's gonna flip out when she hears that Gisele is your ex. But it's not the fear of her anger, it's rather, the fear of ruining your surprise for her by ruining her mood.

Good god, you are in love with her.

You swallowed your worries for a second before watching your instructor give some greeting and called up the first trainee.

Relax, there's 29 trainee, each perform a full song, so add the preparation and comment it would take 5-10 minutes for each. It's 2 hour long, dear god, you felt your energy drained already.

It's fine, maybe Aeri will just leave, she's never the patient type.

You glance to the idols seating area, you find 3 sets of eyes watching you. One is Wendy, who's smiling mischievously, one is Irene, she looked like she's just observing you but dating her for awhile you know she's thirsting over you. Last is Aeri, she's, looking at you with sadness and pain.

You decided to look away, focusing on your friends performance.

The first few performance was, meh, you are never into rap so you're not sure how good their rap was.

The idols seems to be given a paper form that they used to write after each trainees performance.

You were really hoping after the first hour they will just start to leave. No, it's actually worst, more of the come. Chen and Baekhyun from Exo, alongside Taeyeon, holy shit the vocal overlord has come to watch you sing.

For the first time you felt nervousness creep up your back.

Your hand starts fidgeting with your clothes, your leg is jittery and your heart is all over the place.

Something Irene notices almost immediately.

She watched over you openly now, which take your attention.

Your gaze met, and just like the first time this happens, the world stop.

Through unknown means she sends encouragement through her eyes towards you.

For a second you felt your heart stopped again, before a new rush of foreign power encapsulate you.

You smiled, giving her reassurance that you're fine. She smiled back before watching the trainee performance once again.

Your turn is coming very slowly, you patiently waited for it.

Sometimes you glanced to the idols to find Irene watching you. Sometimes Wendy watches you before whispering something to Irene that prompted her to get slap. Sometimes Aeri also watch you, making you feel a little nervous that Irene might catch on.

Thankfully the dreaded wait end as you walk to the middle of the room, you felt more confident than ever.

"Uhmmm, hello, good evening sunbaenim. Today, I will be performing a song"

They all nodded while watching you with anticipation.

"This song, was made by me, for my, girlfriend"

A smile creept up to your face. Irene was stunned, you see Wendy was smiling proudly while giving you a thumbs up.

The other idols is intrigued seeing someone has made a song to perform in. Aeri is looking at you with complex emotions.

"Did you want us to review if it fits for your girlfriend?"

Seulgi asked making the others laughs.

"Oh no, she loves it already. She wants me to... Well, in her own words brag about her in front of my senior. Since I can't lie to her, I just agreed"

They laughed and excitedly put down any phone or the paper form they're holding to watch you.

"Alright, go ahead start"

With your instructor queue he started the song, and your voice blend with the instruments as you start singing.

*The song is Get You by Daniel Caesar, just omit Kali Uchis's part*

Everyone loves it, your trainee was stunned, your instructor is proud and the idols is vibing to it.

"Whooooooooooo, who would've thought I'll get youuuuuuu"

When the chorus hits the idols let out a cheer hyping you up.

For the duration of the song your eyes never leaves Irene except for some part where you close it to 'vibe' better with the song.

In this moment in time, the world doesn't matter for both of you, all you care about, is eachother.

The full room felt empty, other people seems to vanish as you continue singing for her.

"Whooooooooooo, who would've thought I'll get youuuuuuu, oh yeah, oh yeah babeeee"

The last chorus come to an end as the room went quiet.

The silent last approximately 0.0001 second before a loud cheer and claps boomed from all over the room.

Another smile creept up on you, you made it, you fucking made a room filled with successful idols impressed by your performance.

"Wooo, can I be your girlfriend?"

You heard Wendy screamed before she got slapped again by Irene.

"Well, I have no comment, your performance was well done. I have yet to find a problem with your singing and the sing itself was great. Does the guests have any comments?"

Your instructor gave you a thumbs up before looking at the guests juries.

"Nothing to say here"

"Yeah, good song, good voice, honestly good boyfriend"

"That's right, did you made the song all by yourself?"

Hearing Taeyeon asked you with intrigue you felt a blush creep up upon you.

"Uhhh, yes, I record all the instruments myself"

The idols all smile at you.

"Wow, that was a good song, maybe you can start making more. We've been needing a few more songs writers around"

You would love to, music is your passion, being an idol is just your silly childish move to return to your ex.

Now that you've seen her, you realised you've move on, and, maybe it's time to change your career path a little

"Thank you, I've been thinking about it"

The rest start giving you some compliment and cheers before your instructor sends you back to sit with your friends.

"Let's go blue"

Your friends immediately swarmed you and congratulate you.

As the idols leaves the room the trainees start to wait nervously for evaluation.

"First thing first, blue you were incredible out there, I have nothing to say"

The greatest form of evaluation, you've heard it like 3-4 times before during the 6 months of training you got here.

"Let's go blue"

"Make a song blue, I will pay you with spicy jokbal"

"Sorry guys, I have join the no comment club, so I'll be leaving"

You stood up with smile plastering all over you.

You slipped away and went outside, to find the elevator just closes leaving Irene there, waiting for you.

She saw you walk out and immediately ran to you.

"Babe"

You grunted as she jumped to you.

"You rascal, what a liar, you said you're gonna perform that Love Me song, I was loving that song and you just turn around and lied to me"

Her face is beaming with smiles. You're holding her by the but as she wrapped her leg around your stomach.

"I lied, are you gonna punish me babe"

You grinned, she laughed before cupping your face and kissing you.

"I love you"

She whispered.

"I love you too"

You whispered back.

She dropped off of you and grabbed your hand.

"Let's go home, I want to undress you and eat you whole"

You laughed seeing how impatient she become.

"Did you like the song babe?"

"I love it, I want a studio recording version and play it 24/7"

She can't help herself and kiss you again.

"I need some Chapstick"

You laughed.

"Come here"

She pulled one out of her bag and apply it to your lips. It was cute, except that you have to squat a little awkwardly since you're too tall for her.

"Perfect, I want your lips to stay as perfect as they are"

She grabbed your hand and nuzzle her head in your embrace as you wait for the elevator.

Somehow, someway, nobody saw you two being this lovey dovey all the way to her car.

Once inside she immediately drive you all the way, to her place.

"So, moving in"

You smiled as you walk with her to her apartment.

"I was thinking already babe, I don't want an apartment, we need a house. A big yet cozy house just for the two of us"

She bite your hand out of excitement.

"Hahahaha, I can't let you do that, I can't afford a house right now"

"Of course I'm gonna pay"

"Come on you know how I feel about that. Just be patient okay babe? Let my career took of a little. It's time for me to change my trajectory to a producer rather an idol. That way I can spend more time with you"

Her eyes is starstrucked, the love shaped iris is definitely real now. She starts running the hallway with you in her arms.

Once she get to her place you didn't have time to admire it before she hungrily kiss you.

"You want to ruin your couch again babe?"

She smiled and dragged you to the living room couch.

Pushing you to sit on it she stand in front of you while she seductively take off her clothes.

"Fuck you're so hot"

Your comment riled her even more, she took of her whole outfits before sitting on your lap fully naked.

"I want your cum to paint my inside babe"

"Heheheh, isn't that what we always do"

"I want it, in all three holes"

Your dick jumped up hearing her request. She smiled feeling your cock pushing on to her vagina.

She get off you and grabbed your cock through your loose sweat pants.

"So fucking needy"

She smiled proudly before kissing your tip. She kissed your shaft and all the way until she reached the base.

Then she bite your pants and pulled it down to expose your fully erect cock.

"Look at this thing babe, how come I haven't been torn apart"

She draw closer to your cock, letting it rest on her face.

The pure beautiful white face looks so hot with your cock covering half of it. Her breath send ticklish sensation through your cock.

"Are you gonna suck it?"

She smiled victoriously seeing you grow impatient.

Her small thick lips kissed the base of your cock and slowly kissed the bottom part of your cock all the way to the tip.

"Hmmmm, my favourite snack"

Seeing your leaking precum she used a finger to wipe it before sucking on that finger.

"Babe"

You groaned as more pre cum starts to leak. She smiled before she sticks out her tongue, gently licking your tip.

Slowly she bring your cock into her mouth. All the way to the base, you can feel her throat tightening around it as her tongue is licking around.

"So fucking unfair"

You groaned again.

Her eyes locked on to yours, filled with enthusiasm and pride before she slowly started to move.

It started slow, and sensual, then it become faster and faster, until she frantically fucked her own face on your cock.

"Aghhhh, I'm cumming"

You felt both of her hand grabbed your thighs as she plunged it down deep to her throat.

Then your sperm rush through your cock going immediately to her throat.

As your ejaculation end she slowly pulled out your wet cock and slobbers all over it.

"Second hole babe"

She stood in front of you, showing off her bright pink panties.

You grabbed her thighs making her shivers, your hand made its way to her panties before forcefully ripping it off.

"So impatient"

She giggled before pushing you to lean back on the couch.

Throwing herself into your lap she pulled your cock to align with her wet entrance before dropping down.

"So impatient"

You mock her, but all you hear in return is her moans and grunts.

"Play with my tits babe"

She begged, you grabbed both of her ass assisting her movement while your mouth went to bite and suck on her nipples.

"Aggghhhhh, fuck me"

You can feel her body pulsating as she's going through an orgasm.

"How rude, did I let you cum?"

You raised your head and bite her ear.

"Babeeeee, you're so mean, I've been holding it since you sing that song earlier"

"Well, you should keep waiting"

You take control of the pace by grabbing her waist and used her like an inanimate sexdoll.

"Fuck baby, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming"

You felt a sharp pain on your neck as she tried to stop her cries.

"So fucking desperate babe?"

You whispered in her ears.

"Ughhh"

She grunted before biting harder on your neck.

"Fuck, babe"

You grunted, she knows that's your weak spot, getting hickeys are very sexy for both you and her.

"I'm cumming"

You whimpered in her ears.

The second ejaculations is harder than the first one, you thrust into her so forcefully she almost got thrown off your lap.

As you both whine, moan and whimper in eachother ears your orgasm slowly passed, leaving nothing but your fatigue.

"Holy.... Shit...."

"Hehehehe, my last hole is waiting for you babe"

Your cock went hard again and all your fatigue went away as if it was nothing but a lie.

"Oooohhh, so hungry for it, bring me to the bed babe"

She wrapped her arms and leg around you as you carry her to her bedroom.

Once there you throw her to her king sized bed. She crawled to the bedside stand and pull out a bottle of lube.

"I've been waiting to give you this, I hope you like it"

Her insecure and shyness made you even more eager to take her anal virginity.

She squirted the lube all over your cock before giving it to you.

"Your turn babe"

She turned around giving you her ass in a doggystyle position.

You squirt it around the rim, before some to your hand.

"Let's warm it up a second babe"

Your finger teases her asshole making her body shiver in eagerness.

Then you push one finger in, then two, and three. She's done this before.

"So slutty, did you masturbate with your ass this whole time?"

You smacked her ass, the ripple from your palm travel all the way to her body that's quivering.

"I want to keep my virginity for someone special, for you. So I used my ass, to train it, also for you"

She moaned as your finger is playing around with her ass.

"Dirty little slut, then since you're ready, I'm going in"

You see her toe curls from the anticipation.

You align your cock to her asshole, the tip touches the entrance making her body shake from excitement.

Slowly you pushed it in, making her let out a scream.

"Godddd"

And goddamn you love making her scream.

"Slowly babe, you're too big, bigger than any of my toy"

You slow down your descent, watching her body language and adjust your speed accordingly.

Then, all of it went in, making her moans.

"Can I move babe?"

You licked her earlobe making her shivers.

"Slowly, please"

She sounds so vulnerable, after months of getting tormented by her you love being the one in power this time.

You slowly pulled back, then pushed it in, then pulled it back.

Slowly you start pounding her, she adapted to it quickly.

Then you start pounding her for real. Her ass ripples everytime you pressed up against it, her exposed back is so alluring that you decided to kissed it.

Then as your lips touch her spine you see her body shuddered.

A mischievous smile grow on your face. Using one finger you ran it along her spine.

The effect of your actions can be seen as the tremor was sent all over her body.

"You like this babe?"

She only whimpered and nod.

"God you're such a delicate girl, let me think you tonight"

You leaned forward and used your hand to support yourself before you start fucking her harder.

Giving a kiss to her male you find another sensitive point that sends her to overdrive.

At one point her hand lose its strength as her upper body slumped down to the bed.

Her hands lay lifelessly around her. Her tongue sticks out of her mouth as her eyes is staring off to the distance.

The look of pure ecstasy that she have pushed you over the edge as you plunged deep into her and spray all your white nectar all over her inside.

Slowly you pull out your cock. You saw her gaping asshole is slowly blinking at you as if it's asking for more.

"Tired babe?"

You fixed the hair that's covering her face.

"Give me a minute"

She panted, you drop beside her, pulling her to your embrace.

She nuzzle up closer, and that's how t.he rest of the night goes.

At least, that's what you think.

A few minute later you felt her hand gently stroking your cock.

"You want more?"

You can't help but laugh.

She looks at you with needy expression, biting her lip, fuck me eyes, you can't say no to her.

That night, you came inside her 6 times, 2 for each hole. She came, 12 times? You lost count after awhile.

Finally as the night draw closer you and Irene crawl to the bed, fully exhausted.

The bed was messy and wet from your sweat. You both grown accustomed to it and just snuggle together before pulling the bed cover over you.

"I love you babe"

"I love you too"

The next day you were woken up by her again. She is leaving some hickeys for your chest.

"Morning"

You grunted and while closing your eyes, you reached out to play around with her hair.

"Are you going to ask your instructor to change your job? I will love to work with you in the studio for hours"

She stopped bitting your chest and just rest her head on it.

"I don't think we will do much 'work' together you know"

"Hehehehe, yeah, but I want to spend my days with you"

You suddenly had flashes of Aeri in your mind, making you frown.

"What's with that look, were you thinking about another girl while being with me?"

You flinched, she's really good at this.

"You are"

You opened your eyes to see hers is filled with rage.

"I, don't want to ruin our night last night"

Step one, hug her.

"What are you talking about"

The coldness in her voice shows step one is not working.

"You remember about how I chase one of my ex here?"

Step two, caress her back.

"Did she contact you yesterday, before our romantic night?"

It's not working as well.

"Well, it's not that, she contacted me, I saw her yesterday, during the test"

As her face contorted you see her mind races trying to digest what you mean. You initiated step three by grabbing her hand and kissed it.

"She's there? She's one of my coworker?"

Not working again, you're in trouble.

"It's, Aeri-"

The sharp crisp sound of a slap echoed the room. As the echoes subsided you felt the pain coming in to your cheek. The pain is blaring in your mind, in contrast to the silence in the room.

"She was your ex and you didn't tell me?"

The silence was broken yet again by her thunderous scream.

"I'm sorry babe, I was just-"

The second slap was much more painful than the first one.

"That's why you want to be a producer. So you can meet me, and your ex, you want to cheat on me, you were, cheating on me"

The anger from her voice is gone only leaving only her paranoia and delusion.

"Of course not babe, I will be your personal producer"

Your word doesn't reach her as she was busy mumbling.

"Bab-"

Your voice was stuck in your throat, mostly because her hand has blocked it from coming out, along with the air from your lung.

"You are cheating on me"

Think fast, how do you diffuse this situation.

"I'm not, let me talk please"

Your words is nothing but a squeak as you're struggling for air.

"I'm not letting you cheat again, not now, not ever"

You tried to say something but the oxygen is ruining out.

"You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine, You're mine"

The eyes filled with nothing but a void on an emotionless face was the last thing you see as her crazed lullaby rings in your ears before your consciousness slipped away.

#kpop fanfic #kpop smut #kpop gg #red velvet #irene #red velvet smut #irene smut #male reader

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genuinely confused wdym by gerard way white saviorism

you asked me this about 3 weeks ago, and i'm sorry it took me so long to get to it. i had to think very hard about how i was going to answer this one, because i want to be transparent in just how frustrating i find this issue without drawing a lot of fire from really pissed off my chem fans who hate the idea of my daring to speak up against their perfect white fav (which has happened often, and continues to happen often. fortunately i'm pretty immune to this by now but i do find it very annoying)

i want to be very transparent in that i think that pretty much everyone can benefit from the idea that their favs are flawed. i'm very aware of the flaws and missteps that people i admire, both personally and professionally, have committed in their lives, and it is down to my own sense of morality over whether that's a dealbreaker for me. i don't like the idea of calling out bad behavior for the sake of clout or whatever. but i do care about not people being spoken over when they point out a legitimate criticism, and that is the bottom line here.

below the cut, i'm going to be discussing some very heavy topics: racism of all flavors is the most prevalent one, but i'm also going to touch (briefly) on topics such as antisemitism, incest, and abuse.

and i am also, in general, going to be saying a lot of very unkind things.

when it comes to criticisms of the scene, of narrative writing, of mistakes that people make...my chemical romance, and gerard way in particular, are consistently rendered immune. when we discuss misogyny in the scene in the early and mid aughts, my chem's name never comes up (despite the fact that bullets, their first album, most certainly has lyrics that certainly evoke the same violent misogyny present in a lot of works from that era). when we discuss racism within the scene, my chem is never really discussed at length except perhaps to point out that ray toro is a latino man who is either ignored or sexualized (or both) by a deeply racist fanbase. there is a tendency, within these spaces, to give my chem the benefit of the doubt where the same grace is not extended to others.

this is what i mean by "white saviorism." because gerard way's whiteness in particular protects them from a lot of this. and i say this because of all the things that has made it deeply uncomfortable to interact with broad swathes of my chem's fanbase, the racism has unquestionably been the number one deterrent. there is a very unique brand of racism present within my chem spaces - and i know i am not the only person of color who feels this way, because i've spoken to many who can say the same - that is particularly violent, particularly virulent, and particularly ingrained. experiences with this, along with my own growing distaste for gerard way as a writer, has soured my experience with the music so tremendously that i can no longer really interact with it at length.

i am not, however, above citing my sources. so. let’s talk about racism in gerard way’s writing, shall we?

i have always been up front about the fact that i do not find gerard way to be a particularly inspired, interesting, or good writer. i find most of their work to be aggressively mediocre and highly derivative. but my own personal opinion of their work has very little bearing on the extremely racist rhetoric that upholds a distressing amount of it. here is where i'm going to link a pretty informative twitter thread that outlines a lot of these instances in detail, but it is by no means exhaustive.

it's in the umbrella academy comics, wherein the main characters are all white despite being children taken from "all over the world." it's in the orientalist racist caricatures of the vampire viet cong group that the heroes square up against. it's in the casual instances of slurs that have cropped up several times in their works without any understanding of the impact those words have (an anti-indigenous slur in the umbrella academy comics, an anti-romani slur in the killjoys national anthem comics - which, i should state, came out in 2020). it's in the appalling writing decision to, in national anthem, make the sole black character the character with "animal powers" who rips out adversary's throats on all fours. it's in the frequent and persistent sexualization of women of color, particularly asian women. it's in the colorism involved in the interplay between mike milligram (a white man), code blue (a latina woman), and jaime ramirez (their mixed child), wherein jaime's skin tone shifts at the drop of a hat depending on which of his parental figures is in the frame (code blue is dead by the time the story picks up properly, but her sister, code red, effectively raises him...and he ends up staying with his father).

and it is unquestionably, overwhelmingly present in danger days. this is a danger days blog so this is the area in which i have the most research, so i want to be very clear when i say this:

racism is an insidious, incontrovertible, and inextricable foundation of the very conceptual underpinnings behind danger days and all its associated works.

the orientalism is baked into the very aesthetic of the album. better living industries is a japanese mega-company that takes everything over, the big bad of the franchise. the asian "aesthetic" is all over the canon in the music videos and comics: non-asian characters are seen wearing it, it's in all the marketing and even present on the album itself, wherein a woman is clearly heard speaking japanese on the "party poison" track. there was also the baffling inclusion of the "clown monk" character that was cut from the music videos back in 2010, wherein a white man is wandering around wearing buddhist robes (they inexplicably liked this concept so much that they brought it back for the national anthem comics which, again, i will reiterate: came out in 2020).

this is not surprising. danger days is deeply derivative in concept (up to and including the name itself), and because most of its influences come from cyberpunk dystopia fiction from the 80s, most obviously the 1980s film blade runner. works of fiction in that vein frequently draw from the idea of "yellow peril," and are rooted in the extremely racist and xenophobic rhetoric that western civilization will be invaded and dismantled by the evil, scary asians. the end result is a concept of a "dystopia" that is mired in the very stereotypical fears of the time: fears of an east asian surveillance state invading the west, fears of the all-powerful homogenized "other," and so on.

this did not stop gerard way from exotifying and fetishizing the fUCK out of all their asian characters though!!! the director of better living industries gets to be the primary major asian character in the killjoys california comics, and she spends a good chunk of it in dominatrix gear, with a whip to boot - both villain and sex object. the comic’s sex workers, referred to as “pornodroids,” are all asian-coded and, although we get one of the comic’s two same-sex pairings (3/4 of the characters involved in said pairings are dead by the comics’ end), the characters of red and blue spend the entirety of their screen time in the highly sexualized apparel of their occupations. there’s also the character of korse’s boyfriend, who does not get a name and spends all of his screen time lounging around shirtless in korse’s apartment. nice of gway to reduce the only asian dude to eye candy fridged for korse’s manpain. i guess.

also, i should not fail to mention - the killjoys california and danger days sections of canon are INCREDIBLY white for pieces of fiction that take place in california, which is one of the most racially diverse areas in the states. in terms of latino characters, we get jet star (by virtue of being played by ray toro in the music video, though i should point out that there is no guarantee that this is actually reflective of jet star’s true appearance, since none of the killjoy appearances are necessarily 1:1 with those of the band in the comics), and we get...POSSIBLY vaya and vamos, who are ambiguously brown and have names in spanish which implies they might be latine (but given that this is california and most of the population speaks spanish, is not necessarily a given). we also get volume, the sole black character, who gets a handful of lines before being unceremoniously killed off within moments of meeting him. the girl’s mother is definitely drawn as a woman of color, but she gets one line, no name, and the girl herself is drawn as very straightforwardly white and considered to have a “fair complexion” in the comics.

this trend unfortunately continues into national anthem, wherein there’s certainly a more diverse cast, but unfortunately, very little of that cast actually gets concrete development. mike milligram is our central protagonist, our sole white character (gerard way basically only ever commits to writing white protagonists)...and he’s also the only one of them who gets an arc of any kind. code blue (a latina woman, and his girlfriend) is fridged for his manpain. code red, blue’s sister, does not get nearly as much focus on her grief despite losing someone she knew for much longer than mike ever did. jaime, mike and blue’s child, resents red for raising him and chooses to stay with his birth father once the events of the comics are over. i’ve touched on how animax, our sole black character, is given “animal powers” and is pictured several times brutally ripping apart his enemies, but i should also point out that his big character motivation is - no joke - rosa parks. as in, rosa parks being erased from history, and he wants to stop it (these comics were weird, and also incredibly bad). everyone else has a deeply personal motivation save for animax, whose motivation is basically that he wants people to not forget that the civil rights movement like, happened.

there’s also the instance of kara jeong, or kara 100%. this is the one that really makes me grind my teeth, because she’s frequently praised as a cornerstone for trans representation. and i agree that having more trans women of color in comics is great! but this does not erase the fact that, like literally every other asian character gerard way has ever written, she is very much sexualized. her job as a model means that “it was essential that she was good looking” and it is not as egregious an example as, say, the director in the california comics...but it’s an unsettling addition to a constant pattern. there are a lot of shots of kara’s bare neck and shoulders and long legs, and all that on top of the fact that, like anyone who isn’t mike milligram, she gets very little characterization at all...well, it’s not a great look.

these are the issues in gerard’s writing that are the most frequently dismissed and ignored. this post is horribly long to begin with, so i don’t want to carry on (ha...ha....), but i want it on record that i very much could. this does not even begin to touch upon the bizarre inclusion of a constant incest undertone in almost everything gerard way writes (the umbrella academy is the most obvious here, but even in the killjoys canons...red and blue are lesbian lovers in california while being sisters in national anthem, and that’s kind of a little uncomfortable, all things considered), nor does it address gerard’s insistence on including very homogenous abusive backstories for no reason besides, i guess, character angst (and these abusive backstories all involve a physically abusive male figure, because i guess this is the only kind of abusive relationship gerard way can visualize).

[EDIT: just remembered, because i forgot to mention it (knew i was forgetting something) - there's also quite a bit of antisemitism present in the umbrella academy comics that is further exacerbated in the show. i'm not the best equipped person to talk about that (i've only watched the show up to s2, at which point i kinda got sick of that garbage enough to just tap out of it), and i also have only looked over the tua comics a few times as opposed to the show, which is not run or primarily written by gerard way. that being said, he's definitely a creative consultant on it, so...i think maybe they should've reconsidered making reginald hargreeves a baby-stealing lizard man and having the bad guys all speak to each other in yiddish, possibly.]

let me be the first to say...none of this surprises me. these are all pitfalls i’ve seen white writers (and writers of color with internalized issues) commit as well. and i also, as well, want to make it clear that i imagine very little of these appalling writing decisions were committed with active malice. i sincerely doubt that anyone involved in these writing processes steepled their fingers and cackled wickedly over what crimes they would commit to their many brown fans.

i want to be very, very clear here. i lay all of this out not to “shame” gerard way or write a “callout post” or anything to that effect. i want to be utterly transparent in that i think gerard way’s racism is as mediocre and unremarkable as their writing is: derivative, lazy, shallow, and incredibly commonplace.

and that is where the idea of “gerard way white saviorism” comes from. because these are all, individually, acts of horribly insensitive, damaging, and deeply racist rhetoric that would unquestionably be addressed if it were anyone else doing them. but because it’s gerard way, and the internet loves gerard way, and everyone has decided that gerard way is their white liberal fav who can do no wrong...like the case with everything else surrounding my chemical romance, they get a pass. they are exempt.

this is far from everything. it’s just what i can remember at the moment. i am not the first person of color to point this shit out. i imagine i will be ignored, much like every other fan of color who has made these points in the past. people don’t like to imagine that gerard way can be capable of these sorts of oversights. they don’t like to think about it. they want to persist in painting their very ordinary, centrist, white liberal fav as someone whose every word is deeply progressive and insightful and flawless. because, consistently, they get the benefit of the doubt where others, especially folks of color, do not.

so no one talks about it. no one talks about how gerard way’s writing is consistently racist in a very clear and distinct way that no one wants to address, making it more insidious. no one wants to talk about the mind-bogglingly racist conceptual underpinnings holding up the entire danger days album. no one wants to talk about how gerard, and all of my chemical romance accepted, or at the very least tolerated, bob bryer’s overt antiblack racism for years, for nearly a decade, and never said a word.

no one wants to talk about it. because that would mean they’d have to come to terms with their white savior not being so perfect.

so they don’t.

and shit like this is why i find the overwhelming majority of my chemical romance fan spaces to be deeply unwelcoming to someone like myself: a brown person who tries to call out racism when i see it. and i know i’m not the only one.

#ask #anon #z speaks #gerard way //#im...not going to maintag this. feel free to reblog it though.#posts that are the equivalent of firing a couple shots into the air to keep the rent low lol

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lunar-years · 11 months

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Okay. Let's talk Jamie and Roy getting beers and being idiots.

I know we are all still processing that whirlwind of a finale. I'm understanding that a lot of people hate the Roy & Jamie scene because it is 1) backslide-y (true) 2) they treat Keeley like a prize to be won (true) and 3) it's OOC (I actually disagree with this one, but I can understand why it's complicated). I want to start off by saying I completely see where this opinion is coming from and I respect everyone who just hates the scene because it shows normally kind characters being very unkind to each other etc. This is less me arguing against that as it is me trying to articulate (at great length, sorry) why it not only worked for me, but I genuinely liked it.

I like to think I strike a balance between loving everything the show has done and hating overwhelmingly on a show I claim to enjoy, but sure, you could definitely argue that I'm just giving my favorite characters the benefit of the doubt, or making excuses for them, because they're my favorite characters. I'll admit I'm historically very forgiving of all the main characters' many fuck-ups on Ted Lasso, but that's because I think the show works best when it emphasizes how kindness, forgiveness, friendship and love can still operate between imperfect, flawed people. I like seeing them make realistic mistakes much more than I like everyone handling everything perfectly, I'll bite.

So, back to Jamie and Roy. I enjoyed their finale plot because despite them making a world of mistakes, the regression felt very, very human. I don't agree at all with the take that this somehow erased all the progress they've made this season or the friendship the show has lovingly crafted between them. In fact, I think this actively reiterated it! (Note: I am operating with my ot3 goggles on at all times, so I'm going to write this with that at least partially in mind, but I think the gist of it works even if you ignore the bits that get a little shippy.)

For both Jamie and Roy, Keeley and their love for her is a major beacon guiding them. I think that is the crisp, clear thing in both of their heads this episode: Keeley is the love of my life. And they both believe that wholeheartedly, and they both want to be with her. (and it's goofy to pretend this came out of nowhere for Jamie/since when is Jamie still in love with her/etc. because he literally told her and us this last season and nothing that has happened since has indicated otherwise, btw.) But there's also something else now, which is their relationship with each other, battling with their Keeley thoughts. It's like, in Roy's head, for instance, I imagine there are two wolves: on the one hand he loves Keeley, and wants to be with her, and plans to win back her heart. On the other hand, there's his love and care for Jamie Tartt, which is much less defined and inarticulate and maybe still a little repressed, but just as overpowering. His love for Keeley feels so simple and clear in comparison, while his love for Jamie is something complicated and unsure, and in this episode, he's leaning hard into the first to avoid unpacking the second.

So Roy starts off strong. He sees Jamie with Keeley in the hallway and he doesn't flip out!! Instead, he approaches Jamie calmly, and invites him out for beers. Think about how different this is from his reaction to Jamie's love confession to Keeley in season 2. This is Roy's growth in action, and it's a resounding sign of just how important Jamie is to Roy now. Even when he is feeling jealous of the woman he loves potentially leaving him behind for a man he loves (a completely natural reaction, let's be so real, if not a "good" one), he also knows that for as much as he wants to be with Keeley, he doesn't want to lose his friendship with Jamie.

As for Jamie, I know some people took his reaction and subsequent response to Nate's question as like, shock at the realization that he and Roy are actually friends now, which I agree is something that had to have come earlier in the timeline (what was Mom City if not that) and would seem very out of place at this point. What I saw it as instead was Jamie's brain more just. sort of short-circuiting? Because: holy shit isn't this the best day ever? First Keeley agreed to go to Brazil with me and now Roy is asking me on a date for beers? this is so sound. This invite is out of place behavior from Roy even within the parameters of their friendship, because they still have a match to win and Roy has banned Jamie from beers as part of his training and despite them being close now I find it hard to believe that Roy often comes up to him right there in dressing room to ask him to grab a beer with no pretense.

Therefore, they're already walking into that bar in completely different head-spaces. Jamie isn't planning to discuss Keeley, and for Roy that is his major intention behind the evening. Jamie is nervous and downing his beer, and Roy is internally panicking, I'm imagining, over when and how to bring Keeley up. I think Roy is thinking: Well, I don't intend to stop pursuing Keeley, I genuinely don't want Jamie's feelings to be hurt when I get back together with her (and yes, it is a huge presumption for him to assume Keeley's going to eventually take him back. But I think it's also an understandable one), so I've got to tell Jamie I care about him, and that I'm going to keep going after Keeley, and he needs to be okay with that so that this won't get in the way of our friendship, which I also desperately need and am unwilling to give up. In his mind, Jamie is of course going to accept all of this, because Roy and Keeley are soulmates, which Jamie will clearly recognize deep down because it is so obvious and right and anyway, Jamie always does what Roy tells him to do (again, this is all misguided thinking. But we can see how Roy's anxious little brain that's bad at processing feelings and holding space for emotions could get himself here, can't we?).

So again, we start off strong with Roy saying he's proud of Jamie and them both thanking one another. But then Roy's blurting out nonsense about how Jamie just needs to pull himself out of the running and just let Roy be with Keeley. Which is obviously not on. And Jamie responds, simply, with No. I'd argue this is also a huge step for Jamie. Jamie really doesn't tell Roy no anymore, he doesn't tell anyone no. Jamie has spent so much of his time since coming back to Richmond working to be the person everyone around him wants and expects him to be. This is him fighting for something he wants for once, doing what is best for him. It was a fabulous progression to see. In the moment, boy does it work Roy up, because why is Jamie not agreeing with me, Jamie always agrees with me? but obviously at this point, Jamie is in the right. His relationship with Keeley was no less meaningful than Roy's just because Roy says it was, Roy doesn't have any claim on her, and there's no real reason Jamie should not try and shoot his shot with Keeley if Roy is going to do the same.

Here's where things start to spiral. Established flaws we know about Roy: he's competitive. He's bad at voicing his feelings productively. And he is territorial about the people he loves, a category that safely includes both Jamie and Keeley at this point in time, for better and sometimes worse. Yes, his next actions are grossly possessive over Keeley, yes Roy has made a lot of effort over the past year to do and be better than that, to break free of that cycle. But look, it's not a linear process. He's going to still mess up, and he does here. In fact he's downright mean, weaponizing Keeley against Jamie and throwing having sex with Keeley a month ago into Jamie's face, bragging about it, boasting. Same old cycle, same old patterns of ego-driven, prideful mistakes.

Which promptly prompts Jamie to also fuck up by bringing up the leak. It's a concentrated response intended to get a suitable rise out of Roy, because Roy has really, genuinely hurt him here, and Jamie knows bringing up that video is the one thing that will hurt Roy just as much in turn. It's not the right thing to do, obviously, but again, it's such a human thing to do. Hurt the person who's hurt you right back, even if you're hurting someone else (Keeley) by extension. Mind you, Jamie came here expecting a hangout (/date) with Roy over a rare beer, and instead he got Roy being a complete asshole and lecturing nonsense at him out of seemingly nowhere. He reacts to this change-up, well, not greatly. There is something so messy and emotionally complicated happening here and it hinges on how very much Jamie and Roy care about each other, not negates it.

Keeley, queen that she is, rejects them both out of hand and kicks them out not the curb immediately because they're both being complete idiots, acting like they're so gracious in giving her the honor and privilege of choosing between them. Not to mention they've clearly got something going on between them they haven't worked through and that sure as shit isn't her problem, is it? Keeley (presumably, and I wish we had seen this) calls them out their shit and tosses them right back out the door.

Which leaves Jamie and Roy to lament how they've let their egos get away from them, they've been idiots (which they acknowledge immediately) and decide that now they should go for kebabs, presumably to actually hangout this time, not to interrupt themselves with inflated talk about who "deserves" Keeley more. They both screwed up, they acknowledge it, and all they can do is try again tomorrow, and in the meantime, go on that kebab date.

I guess....I can just see where both of them are coming from? it's not mature behavior, obviously, it's maybe not what we would have liked to have seen from them in the finale episode of the show. But it was regression that I didn't feel impeded their overall progress. Roy in particular was being a complete dick about it, but that's why the very next morning he's finally knocking on the Diamond Dogs' door. And honestly, that conversation was heartbreaking. When Roy admitted he'd expected, after a year of putting in the work, to be a whole new person...god. This is a man who still completely hates himself, to the point where he can't quite grasp that he can be better where he's at now, that he doesn't have to transform magically into someone new in order to do right by himself and others. And so he has to consciously determine, once again, to do better, be better.

The message is: change isn't linear, you're going to fuck-up, and fall back into old patterns. What matters is trying every day to do better together, and be better for one another, than you were the day before. That is the meeting point all three sides of the royjamiekeeley triangle were heading towards by the end of the episode.

So yes, it was rushed, because no one gets much screen time in a finale (and the overarching issue with this season anyway is god awful pacing. The last three episodes could've easily been the second half of the season, while the first half of the season was stretched out and largely extraneous). And yes, I would've liked a more thoughtful follow-up conversation between Roy and Keeley or all three of them. My biggest issue was that we didn't get to hear Keeley's voice hardly at all. I would at the very least have liked to have seen her setting them straight at her kitchen table, because turning both of them down signifies very important growth in her, too, and I would've liked exploring that more explicitly. So it wasn't perfect. But I still liked it, I really did.

#ted lasso #ted lasso meta #ted lasso spoilers #roy kent #jamie tartt #royjamie #royjamiekeeley

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sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast · 6 months

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Day 19: Hate Sex

♤♡-Pairs: Cyno/Scaraxgn!reader (separate scenarios)

☆☆-Warnings: mean (both), rough mouth fucking(cyno), rough fucking (both), bruising, harsh words (both), rough fingering (scara), male anatomy (scara and cyno), cuming on face (scara), rough treatment (both), ooc(cyno a bit),hateful sex pls dni if it's not your thing♡

A/N: Two characters in this one! Different scenarios, so post is a little longer. There will be more like this in the future. Tell me what you think!♡

Cyno

You were the worst. That's what Cyno thought as he pulled your hands behind your back. Holding them tight between his hand, grip tightening. He couldn't stand you. Or the way that you wore on his nerves. Always causing trouble for him with pointless and trivial matters. He hated you. That's what he told himself when his hand trailed down your spine. Massaging the flesh of your ass. He knew you were wearing a smirk on your face. You always did.

Cyno growled, ripping your shorts off and watched as the shredded material fell to the ground. Your front pressed against the wall. "What would the people think if they saw the General Mahamattra treating a suspect like this?" You said, your face holding a smug expression.

"Shut up, or I'll do it for you," he seethed, swatting at your now bare ass. And he chuckled darkly as he watched you shiver beneath his touch. "I'll decide how I deliver punishment," he sucked his teeth, tongue now smoothing over his own lips. "Now stay still and keep your mouth shut." He hissed, angrily fussing with the buttons of his pants. And when you laughed, he lost it. Cyno let go of your arms and roughly turned you around, shoving you to your knees. "You just love pissing me off, don't you? Looks like I'll need to shut you up after all."

He all but ripped his bottoms off, pinching both your cheeks. Creating a nice little hole for him to slip his dick through. And oh boy, did he. He wasn't nice about it either. His hands twisted your hair around his fist as he shoved you down his length. Groaning as he felt himself hit the back of your throat. "Not so talkative now, are you?"

He thrusted into the hot, wet cavern of your mouth. His stomach muscles tensing each time you swallowed him. Tears rolled down your cheeks from the rough treatment, but he saw the way your body trembled. You were getting off to this. He clicked his tongue, "You're so annoying-fuck, your mouth is annoying." Cyno pulled you off with force, turning you around again. Pressing your body against the wall, taking no time to enter your needy hole. His hands gripped your hips so hard he was sure there'd be bruises there; good.

The pace was brutal, skin slapping against skin. Your front scratched against the harsh texture of the wall, but you couldn't bother to care. He was hitting so deep within you that you even dared to spew more lines. Only making him fuck you harder. He tugged you back by your hair, your body arching in impossible positions.

"Fuck, I hate you." He chanted, sweat forming at his brow as he fucked that hatred into you. "This is the punishment you deserve." He practically spit, speeding up his thrusts until he was eventually filling you with his cum.

When he says it like that, it makes it hard not to be on his bad side.

Scara

If there was one thing you were certain of, it was that you hated Scara. He always found ways to get under your skin and annoy you to the point you often vividly pictured punching him in the face. The annoying smirk he always wore when he'd tell you how stupid you were. Or berate you for breathing in his space. You weren't even in the same room.

You hated him, yet you always found yourself beneath him. Annoyingly holding your thighs upright so he could poke at your waiting sex. Slipping his fingers inside, immediately plunging them in and out. Laughing as your body shook from pleasure but you still held a scowl on your face. And you always made a point of gesturing to his quickly hardening cock. That it was disgusting how aroused he got touching you like this.

And he always made a point of telling you the same.

"Me? You should see you. Pathetic. Your body craves me even though I'm rough with you. If anyone's disgusting, it's you." And you hated how those words only made you more excited. It was all his fault, and you hated him for it. Especially when he was done making a mess of your arousal, only to smear it across your lips. His free hand guiding himself inside you, hissing. Once fully seated inside you, he fucked without pause. Thrusting so hard that his balls slapped against your skin. Your legs cramped from the position and the feeling of him so deep. But you didn't stop, whining about how you didn't enjoy this. How he was a terrible fuck as you proceeded to clench around him.

"That's not what your body is saying," he chuckled. You hated him. You hated how right he was.

And when he finally came, pulling himself out quickly to paint your face white. His cum sticking to your lashes and speckled across your cheeks. You couldn't help but think–you hated how much you wanted to do this again.

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ingravinoveritas · 3 months

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Feeling really normal about Georgia calling Michael "the boyfriend of my husband"

Okay, so...wow. Definitely a lot to unpack today, but first let me wish our own Welsh seduction machine the happiest of birthdays. Happy Birthday, Michael! 🎉🎂

So, there have been a few posts since last night, and my thanks to @moriarty-sisters for including the above screenshots. Posting some larger ones so we can take a better look, starting with AL's post:

And then we have Georgia's from this morning:

(Standard disclaimer that what follows here is only my opinion/observations, and does not mean that I am completely right. As I've said before, if I am wrong, I am more than happy to acknowledge that.)

It appears that a party was held in Michael's honor last night, and David and Georgia were in attendance. There has been some confusion about the pictures because Michael's hair length/facial hair are different in the group photo vs. the party photos, so to your Ask @kime11e (which I did not include here just to keep this less cluttered), I think that the group photo is not actually from last night (which then makes me wonder why Georgia didn't post one from last night, but more on that in a minute).

So, of course the first thing that stands out about all of this is Georgia calling Michael David's "boyfriend." As I've mentioned previously, Georgia has been calling Michael David's "other wife" since the end of 2021. (David has also called Michael his wife in other contexts, which was confirmed by Rob Wilkins.) "Boyfriend," however, is new. And in this instance, "boyfriend" feels very deliberate. While I don't think it's possible to say that this confirms what the exact dynamic between them is, what I think is confirmed is that something about that dynamic has changed.

But let me go back for a moment and talk about AL and Georgia's posts and the differences between them. In Anna's post, I was particularly struck by the difference in Michael between the picture of him and AL vs. the picture of him with the cake. The disconnect to me is so strong that it's like looking at two different people--the real Michael (cake picture) vs. the version of himself Michael becomes in every picture with her, as if he is playing a role. There is no light in eyes, no trademark twinkle that we so often see--he's just muted, somehow. And Anna again is so wrapped up in showing him off and making sure that she looks good in the picture that she doesn't seem to care how Michael looks.

I do want to note that I would not even be saying this were it not for the fact that this is the...third?...picture he's taken with her in the last month and a half where he looks like this (and noticeably only in pictures with her):

I've mentioned this previously on my blog, but even if Michael is doing a "bit," he is choosing to look this way in pictures with Anna. Seeing the response to Georgia's post today, however, I almost wonder if it's because they know the fans will never take anything the four of them do seriously, to where AL could say (just as an example) "Michael and I hate each other," and the fans would eat it up and say how funny they are. So in that sense, I could see them deciding to stop pretending entirely and for Michael to let his true feelings out because it's easier to hide in plain sight. I don't know for certain that is the case, but I also don't know how else to explain AL seemingly having no problem with her partner looking like this in multiple pictures with her.

Going back to today's birthday posts, aside from the pictures, I was also perplexed by Anna's caption on her post. It's so over the top in some ways, but somehow not enough at the same time. Again, this would have been an opportunity to say what a great father Michael is, or how he's such a wonderful person, but instead, Anna's caption focuses on how great she is for being willing to throw confetti on the floor, and to celebrate Michael's birthday even though it's apparently an inconvenience. It comes across as self-involved and self-serving, which is further augmented by this tweet of Anna's from earlier bragging about how great she is for the birthday present she got for Michael. All of this taken together, I think what bothers me is how it feels more like Anna is promoting herself than Michael, and that she saw his birthday less as a special occasion and more as a PR opportunity.

Looking at Georgia's post, what stood out to me (apart from the caption, that is) is the picture. Something I have noticed is that Anna seems to always have that tight, pained smile on when anyone other than her is taking the picture. I think Georgia knows enough about "bits" and narratives to know how to set things up, and it's interesting to me that when she does, Anna sort of looks out of place, even unintentionally. Then we have Michael and David, who are beaming in this group picture, and Michael in particular has a huge smile on his face, as he often seems to whenever David is near. And again, for me it's the massive contrast between Michael's expression in that group picture vs. in pictures with AL, as well as the contrast between Georgia and AL's expressions vs. Michael's and David's. What also stood out is what wasn't posted: A picture of Michael and David together.

Which brings me back to my earlier point about the dynamic between the four of them, and to @phantomstars24's comments. I think what's most noticeable to me is that, contrary to what I have also seen some folks say today, this is not "Oops, we're all dating" or a continued joke about them being a polycule (at least not in the way that many fans are assuming). Because in all of this, not once has there ever been a comment or joke about David/Anna or Michael/Georgia. (Heck, Anna doesn't even post a word about David on social media unless it's a reshared post from Georgia or official promo/behind the scenes photos.) So the contrast between what is available for public consumption (group photos, Michael/AL photos) and what isn't (Michael/David candid photos) is very curious.

With that in mind, what this this feels like is a shifting of a preexisting narrative as a form of damage control. Because, as we remember, Georgia has been calling Michael David's "other wife" since 2021, so why didn't she start the "flirting" with Anna at that same time? Or even in 2020, when the first season of Staged happened? Why wait until four years later, especially when she had ample opportunity to do this well before now? Perhaps we will never know why, but if I had to guess, I would say Georgia didn't have a need or reason to do it until now. And as the saying goes, the best place to hide the truth is between two jokes. "Anna is my wife." / "Michael is David's boyfriend." / "Georgia is my wife." Hiding in plain sight, while also taking the heat off of Michael and David.

Again, I realize everyone has different interpretations of this, and I am not going to tell anyone that their interpretation is wrong, or that they have to agree with me. But for me (and I would guess for many others), shipping Michael and David did not start with Georgia calling Michael David's "boyfriend." There is no way that that statement alone would cause such a reaction, but rather the cumulative effect of everything that has happened since 2018, including Michael and David flirting and adoring and eyefucking each other in countless interviews and appearances and much more, long before Georgia ever said a word about it on social media. Now that she has, however, it would seem almost foolhardy to discount the possible reasons why, and in my opinion, I can't see why it wouldn't be as likely that it's because Michael and David are lovers as it is because they are good friends.

So yes, those are my thoughts on today's events. Glad as always to hear from my followers and see what you think of these latest developments. Thanks for writing in! x

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nabwastaken · 3 months

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Go absolutely wild with your headcanons, I wanna hear what you've got!

- @starpirateee

sure thing! just putting a few of my favorites-

Dan and Donna's relationship in each of the universes varies a LOT. In Time Bastard, they're married. In TGWLDM, they're dating. In NMPD it's a case of the two of them mutually pining for each other but acting like total tsunderes about it

The Sweetly's have NO clue about the other's infidelity despite it being so obvious. It's never crossed their minds. Everyone other then Charlotte and Sam is completely aware and tries to give them the most OBVIOUS signals.

Transmasc Dan. That's it that's the headcanon.

He overheard Pete talking to Ted about Pete's transition, and then proceeded to give the most helpful advice ever, leaving the Spankoffskis completely and utterly confused as to what just happened and why the hell Dan knew that due to him not being out yet.

While Hatchetfield High is your stereotypical small town football school, Sycamore does basketball and has surprisingly won more tournaments than Hatchetfield High. They don't care less about that, though.

The kids who went to Sycamore are, in no particular order... Paul Matthews, Stanley Nolastname, Gary Goldstein, Jerry Matthews (Paul's older brother), Jeri Nolastname, Dan Reynolds (he went to Hatchetfield High pre transition but moved to Sycamore the year after), Douglas 'Duke' Keane and Melissa Nolastname.

All of them are now completely different people but are still united in the fact that they HATE Sycamore.

Sam and Charlotte were high school sweethearts (pun intended) and kinda rushed into marriage soon after graduating

Barry Swift is fully, completely, absolutely, 100% gay and in denial about it. He married Helen and later Sheila Young to fit into society's heteronormative standards

Gary, being everyone's laywer, has probably slept with half the town.

That includes Mayor Lauter. No, I will not elaborate.

The Starlight Theater put on a production of Spies are Forever one summer. Duke Keane played Agent Curt Mega

Similarly to the Jon Matteson family tree, most of Hatchetfield's Jeff Blim characters are also related. They differentiate each other at family reunions through the length and style of their hair.

#starkid #hatchetverse #team starkid #dan reynolds #donna daggit #sam sweetly #charlotte sweetly #hatchetfield universe #nerdy prudes must die #the guy who didn't like musicals #black friday musical #hatchetfield headcanons #barry swift #gary goldstein #Trans Peter Spankoffski #duke keane

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turtlesandfrogs · 10 months

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Things I would immediately change about landscaping/the landscaping industry in America if I could (after supporting my family by doing garden maintenence since 2019, and being an avid life long gardener and plant person):

1. Make people realize that any style that is based on cutting back plants multiple times per year to "maintain their shape" or keep them from getting "overgrown" is rooted in the idea of conspicuous consumption and is not actually the only, or best, choice. It exists to show off the fact that you have enough wealth to do work without a yield other than short-lived aesthetics and conformity. This includes: lawns, boxwoods, any shrub/vine/tree/fern cut into a box/sphere/cylinder, shrubs/trees that are maintained at a (small) fraction of their mature size, etc.

2. Make people realize that we don't need to be watering as much as we do. Through thoughtful plant selection and the power of mulch, you wouldn't need to water at all during "normal" weather. If you live in a desert, you live in a desert, and unless they're making food or medicine, most of your plants should be able to live in a desert (I really hate saying should though, so maybe just start by learning about the native plants in your area and the role they play in the ecosystem. I'm pretty sure you'll end up falling in love with at least a few of them).

3. Convince people that you can use native plants in your garden, in an aesthetically pleasing way, while reducing the amount of watering, soil amendments, and fussing in general that's needed, while also supporting native animal species. Talk about a win-win! I mean, people go to great lengths to look at natural beauty, and then work. so. hard. to prevent that beauty from showing up in their yards.

5. Finally get people to understand that landscape fabric does not work as advertised/ makes it so you don't have to weed ever. It was apparently intended as an underlayment to rocks, gravel, etc, to prevent them from sinking into the earth over time, according to my boss who actually has a degree in landscape design.

6. If a plant is struggling, year after year, it's probably the wrong plant for that place. It's better to pick plants that are well adapted to your climate, and they'll be less stressed. Plants that aren't stressed are less vulnerable. Less vulnerable plants mean healthier plants that are less likely to have an infection or infestation. And look better. And stress you out less. Unless that's your hobby, and you know it, in which case have fun.

7. If you don't enjoy gardening, you don't need to have a garden. If you don't enjoy a lawn, you don't need to have a lawn. Having land that you're responsible for should be a joy, and if it's not, there is no shame in either not having land, or, letting someone who otherwise wouldn't have access to gardening space take care of it.

I'm sure I'll think of more.

#rant #gardening #landscaping

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* ( GUTS BY OLIVIA RODRIGO / SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ i pay attention to things that most people ignore ❜

❛ i'm alright with the movies that make jokes about senseless cruelty ❜

❛ i feel for your every little issue ❜

❛ i know just what you mean ❜

❛ i make light of the darkness ❜

❛ i've got sun in my motherfuckin' pocket ❜

❛ you know me ❜

❛ i forgive and i forget ❜

❛ i know my age and i act like it ❜

❛ i've got what you can't resist ❜

❛ i got class and integrity just like a goddamn kennedy ❜

❛ i'm a perfect all-american bitch ❜

❛ i know my place ❜

❛ i don't get angry when i'm pissed ❜

❛ i'm the eternal optimist ❜

❛ i scream inside to deal with it ❜

❛ i'm grateful all the time ❜

❛ i'm sexy and i'm kind ❜

❛ i'm pretty when i cry ❜

❛ haven't heard from you in a couple of months ❜

❛ i'm out right now and i'm all fucked up ❜

❛ i'm sensing some undertone ❜

❛ i'm right here with all my friends ❜

❛ i know we're done ❜

❛ i know we're through ❜

❛ my brain goes 'ah' can't hear my thoughts ❜

❛ i cannot hear my thoughts ❜

❛ i should probably not ❜

❛ seeing you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? ❜

❛ it's a bad idea, right? ❜

❛ fuck it, it's fine ❜

❛ yes, i know that he's my ex. but can't two people reconnect? ❜

❛ i only see him as a friend, the biggest lie i ever said ❜

❛ i just tripped and fell into his bed ❜

❛ now i'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans ❜

❛ i know i should stop, but i can't ❜

❛ i told my friends i was asleep but i never said where or in whose sheets ❜

❛ i'm sure i've seen much hotter men but i really can't remember when ❜

❛ how's the castle built off people you pretend to care about ❜

❛ i see the parties and the diamonds sometimes when i close my eyes ❜

❛ i loved you truly ❜

❛ you gotta laugh at the stupidity ❜

❛ i've made some real big mistakes but you make the worst one look fine ❜

❛ i've made some real big mistakes ❜

❛ i should've known it was strange you only come out at night ❜

❛ i used to think i was smart but you made me look so naïve ❜

❛ the way you sold me for parts as you sunk your teeth into me ❜

❛ bleeding me dry like a goddamn vampire ❜

❛ every girl i ever talked to told me you were bad news ❜

❛ you're so convincing ❜

❛ how do you lie without flinching? ❜

❛ how do you lie? ❜

❛ what a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill ❜

❛ i can't figure out just how you do it and god knows i never will ❜

❛ you went for me and not her 'cause girls your age know better ❜

❛ you said it was true love but wouldn't that be hard? ❜

❛ you can't love anyone 'cause that would mean you had a heart ❜

❛ i tried to help you out ❜

❛ i tried to help you out now i know that i can't ❜

❛ how you think's the kind of thing i'll never understand ❜

❛ aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell? ❜

❛ did i ever tell you that i'm not doing well? ❜

❛ i linger all the time ❜

❛ i linger all the time watching, hidden in plain sight ❜

❛ i try but it takes over my life ❜

❛ i see you everywhere ❜

❛ the sweetest torture one could bear ❜

❛ i'm losing it lately ❜

❛ i feel your compliments like bullets on skin ❜

❛ aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist? ❜

❛ my stomach's all in knots ❜

❛ you got the one thing that i want ❜

❛ people are people, but it's like you're made of angel dust ❜

❛ it's like you're out to get me ❜

❛ you poison every little thing that i do ❜

❛ i just loathe you lately ❜

❛ i despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you ❜

❛ i despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you ❜

❛ i don't think i get along with anyone ❜

❛ i'm on the outside of the greatest inside joke ❜

❛ i hate all my clothes ❜

❛ it feels like my skin doesn't fit right over my bones ❜

❛ so i guess i should go ❜

❛ the party's done, and i'm no fun ❜

❛ i broke a glass, i tripped and fell ❜

❛ i tripped and fell ❜

❛ i told secrets i shouldn't tell ❜

❛ i stumbled over all my words ❜

❛ i made it weird ❜

❛ i made it worse ❜

❛ each time i step outside it's social suicide ❜

❛ i wanna curl up and die ❜

❛ i laughed at the wrong time ❜

❛ i talked to this hot guy, swore i was his type ❜

❛ everything i do is tragic ❜

❛ the morning after i panic ❜

❛ oh god, what did i say? ❜

❛ when i'm alone, i'm fine ❜

❛ don't let me out at night ❜

❛ i'm shocked i'm still alive ❜

❛ i called you the wrong name twice ❜

❛ i want it, so i got it ❜

❛ another thing i ruined, i used to do for fun ❜

❛ another conversation with nothing good to say ❜

❛ another day pretending i'm older than i am ❜

❛ another perfect moment that doesn't feel like mine ❜

❛ sometimes i feel like i don't wanna be where i am ❜

❛ i push away all the people who know me the best ❜

❛ it's me who's been makin' the bed ❜

❛ i'm so tired of being the girl that i am ❜

❛ every good thing has turned into somethin' i dread ❜

❛ i'm playin' the victim so well in my head ❜

❛ every night, i wake up from this one recurring dream ❜

❛ i read somewhere it's 'cause my life feels so out of control ❜

❛ i tell someone i love them just as a distraction ❜

❛ they tell me that they love me like i'm some tourist attraction ❜

❛ i got the things i wanted, it's just not what i imagined ❜

❛ i'm counting all of the beautiful things i regret ❜

❛ i'm pulling the sheets over my head ❜

❛ you're so good at what you do ❜

❛ you come for me like a savior ❜

❛ i'd put myself through hell for you ❜

❛ i fell for you like water ❜

❛ i couldn't get out if i tried ❜

❛ it was all in my mind ❜

❛ now you got me thinking ❜

❛ love is never logical ❜

❛ all the things you did to me ❜

❛ you lied ❜

❛ i'm sure that girl is really your friend ❜

❛ you said i was too soft ❜

❛ why do I do this? ❜

❛ i know i'm half responsible and that makes me feel horrible ❜

❛ i know i could've stopped it all, god, why didn't i stop it all? ❜

❛ i met a guy in the summer and i left him in the spring ❜

❛ i wanna make him feel bad ❜

❛ i wanna make him really jealous ❜

❛ i really miss him and it makes me real sad ❜

❛ i want sweet revenge ❜

❛ i want him again ❜

❛ i want to get him back ❜

❛ i write him all these letters, then i throw them in the trash ❜

❛ i miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh ❜

❛ he said i was the only girl, but that just wasn't the truth ❜

❛ i am my father's daughter, so maybe i could fix him ❜

❛ i wanna key his car ❜

❛ i wanna break his heart ❜

❛ he's not even gonna know what hit him ❜

❛ he's gonna love me and hate me at the same time ❜

❛ i don't know ❜

❛ i told my friends you were the one ❜

❛ i stayed in bed for like a week ❜

❛ when you said space was what you need, i waited by my phone like a goddamn fool ❜

❛ love's fucking embarrassing ❜

❛ how could i be so stupid? ❜

❛ you found a new version of me ❜

❛ what was i even doing? ❜

❛ i give up ❜

❛ i give up everything ❜

❛ i keep coming back for more ❜

❛ i have nightmares each week about that friday ❜

❛ one phone call from you and my entire world was changed ❜

❛ you took everything i loved and crushed it in between your fingers ❜

❛ i doubt you ever think about the damage that you did ❜

❛ i hold on to every detail like my life depends on it ❜

❛ i hear your voice every time that i think i'm not enough ❜

❛ i try to be tough, but i wanna scream ❜

❛ how could anybody do the things you did so easily? ❜

❛ i say i don't care, i say that i'm fine but you know i can't let it go ❜

❛ i've tried for so long ❜

❛ it takes strength to forgive, but i don't feel strong ❜

❛ i try to understand why you would do this all to me ❜

❛ i know in my heart hurt people hurt people ❜

❛ do you think i deserved it all? ❜

❛ you built me up to watch me fall ❜

❛ you have everything and you still want more ❜

❛ even after all this, you're still everything to me ❜

❛ i know you don't care ❜

❛ there's always something missing ❜

❛ when pretty isn't pretty enough what do you do? ❜

❛ i could change up my body and change up my face ❜

❛ i'd always feel the same ❜

❛ you can win the battle but you'll never win the war ❜

❛ fix the things you hated and you'd still feel so insecure ❜

❛ i try to ignore it, but it's everything i see ❜

❛ i don't know why i even try ❜

❛ i bought all the clothes that they told me to buy ❜

❛ i chased some dumb ideal my whole fucking life ❜

❛ none of it matters and none of it ends ❜

❛ you just feel like shit over and over again ❜

❛ when am i gonna stop being wise beyond my years and just start being wise? ❜

❛ when am i gonna stop being a pretty young thing to guys? ❜

❛ when will it stop being cool to be quietly misunderstood? ❜

❛ i'm sorry that i couldn't always be your teenage dream ❜

❛ when does wide-eyed affection and all good intentions start to not be enough? ❜

❛ will i spend all the rest of my years wishing i could go back? ❜

❛ they all say that it gets better ❜

❛ it gets better the more you grow ❜

❛ it gets better, but what if i don't? ❜

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