#don’t look at me I don’t like to publicly admit that I’ve been playing a gacha game

[joelsdagger]

all the things i would do

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pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: porn no plot. joel finds an article of clothing that belongs to you and there’s nothing holding him back once he gets his hands on them. 

rating: explicit, 18+ MDNI 

content warnings: [Post Outbreak], jackson era, established relationship, implied age gap (25+ years), joel is canon age, slightly domestic joel (blink and it’s gone), joel has a panty kink, panty sniffing, masturbation (m), soft dom!joel, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, pet names (use of baby, sweet baby, sweetheart, love), smidgen of fluff (these two are so in love it’s sickening), an inkling of a size kink (but in my head joel’s at least 6’5, he’s a BIG big man in my brain), joel’s filthy mouth, praise kink, hint of sub!joel, nipple play, one use of the word ‘Daddy’ (moots don’t look at me I couldn’t help it), slight tummy kink/tummy worship, cum eating.  No use of Y/N. No physical descriptions of reader other than having hair long enough that it’s past her shoulders. 

word count: 3.1k

A/N: so, a few things before we get started. i’m new to writing fics and this is my first time publicly putting out a fic that wasn’t just for shits and giggles for my friends and i and i’m so fucking nervous like the amount of times i’ve panicked over this is a little embarrassing to admit but we ball. that being said, i love and welcome constructive criticism as long as you’re nice about it. shout out to @skrunkly-scrimblo for encouraging me to actually write this all those months ago and for all your brilliant ideas and encouragement and practically holding my hand through it since day one, @aurasjournal for being such a gem and helping me with the cover for this fic and hyping me up, and thank you to @papurgaatika and @nevergoingbacknowshine for being so kind and encouraging and listening to my 3am rants when i was anxious. another big thank you to kat, aura, and naya for beta reading and helping me during the editing process. all four of you have been absolute sweethearts despite me being a pussy about posting this. okay i’m done rambling, enjoy some of the filth that constantly plagues my brain <3 

Joel’s eyes blink open slowly, the sun peeks into the bedroom through the curtains across the room. For a moment he searches for you beside him, but remembers you’ve already left for the day out on patrol duty. Joel harrumphs, still bothered over letting you and Ellie bully him out of his patrol duties. “You’ve been hurting yourself too much baby,” You had told him a few weeks ago over breakfast. “Yeah, you’re an old man now. You fall over one more time and you’re done.” Ellie snickers from her seat in the kitchen. Joel just rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to the dishes, but you had caught the small grin on his face when he turned his head back to the sink. Against the two of you, Joel never stood a chance.

Joel drags himself out of bed towards his dresser to grab a new set of clothes. He throws on a blue shirt that fits a little snug on his well built form, the thin material stretches over his broad shoulders, across his strong back, and pulls taut over his biceps and he grunts as he pulls a pair of dark wash jeans over his strong, thick thighs, securing them in place with a distressed leather belt that he’s had for years. Once he’s dressed, he takes in the mess in the room. He notices both of your clothes from the night before are still scattered around the room.  He bends down to pick them up, he grunts as his knees pop when he stands back up. He starts gathering them up to toss them into the hamper already overflowing with clothes. The last article of clothing out of place is yours. Your black lace panties on the armchair in the corner. He grabs them and his eyes widen when he feels it, the center still wet from him making you come earlier. His cock instantly hardened in his jeans.  

Joel turns on his heel and in just a few long strides he’s in your shared bathroom. He deliberately avoids the mirror, knowing that if he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror he’ll disgust himself even more. Briskly, he sets the laundry hamper on the tile near the bathtub. Joel brings the thin black lace up to his face, closes his eyes and he sniffs them, breathing you in completely. He groans at the scent of you. His cock painfully hard now. He knows he shouldn't but he can't help it. He’s addicted to you and he knows he can’t wait til you get home. He knows he can’t wait to have his way with you, dig into you any way that you will let him. So, without another second of hesitation, Joel unbuckles his belt, a clink from the metal hitting the edge of the counter, unzips his jeans and takes his thick, heavy cock out, and then brings your soaked panties to his angry, leaking tip. His precum meets the wetness of your panties and he hisses at the feeling. With the wetness of the gusset of your panties acting as a lubricant, Joel begins to slowly stroke himself, wanting to take his time, savoring every feeling, relishing in it. Joel soon becomes too desperate for release, he quickly loses control, his hips moving faster to fuck his hand, his hand tightening around his cock, the grip almost painful now. His eyes are screwed shut, as he throws his head back, the night before instantly replaying in his head.

He had just gotten out of the shower to find you sprawled out on your stomach on your side of the bed, ankles crossed in the air. He rakes his eyes over your form until his eyes land on your ass. You were wearing the panties he was currently fucking his hand with. You didn’t notice him stepping out of the bathroom, too busy looking at the photo album you had just put together. It’s relatively new, most of the pages empty, yet you were looking at the photos you had taken earlier that week at the Tipsy Bison. The one that had your attention was a photo of you and Joel that Ellie had taken. Neither of you looked at the camera, the photo had captured you mid-laugh, head tilting back, eyes shut, it was a full belly laugh at something Joel had said. Joel’s arm was around your shoulder tucking you into his side, smiling down at you, a rare type of smile, one reserved only for you. 

Leaning on the entryway, his arms crossed over his broad, tanned chest, he smiles at the view. You’re in nothing but your panties in his bed, in his home. His feet move without thinking, walking over to you. He brushes your hair over your shoulder, tracing his fingers over your soft supple skin down your back and over the lace of your panties, and lightly pinches your ass. “So pretty sweet baby,” he says shyly, almost like he’s speaking to himself. You turn your head to look up at him, smiling. Wordlessly, he took the photo album from your hands, placing it on your nightstand. He gets in the bed, carefully sitting on his knees while attempting to avoid loosening the off-white towel around his waist. You roll onto your back to face him, his silver curls still damp from the shower as water still drips onto his strong shoulders. He combs his hair back after a shower and the ends tend to curl up around his ears. It’s been months since you last cut his hair but you like his hair longer, you had whispered to him in the darkness of your bedroom, your naked, sweaty limbs tangled up together between his sheets. From that night on he hasn’t asked you to cut it for him. He likes it because you like it. 

While you’re busy ogling him, Joel’s hands immediately reach to trace the floral lace pattern before toying with the little satin black bow at the center front. His rough, calloused hands slide up your bare thighs, wrapping his large hands around your thighs and he pries open your legs, his hazel eyes locked in on your center like a bullseye and you notice the cocky smirk he’s got plastered on his face, pleased with himself that he’s already got you wet for him. 

He brings two thick fingers to slide over your covered cunt. He feels the wetness on the material and he pulls back to look up at you and finds your attention on his fingers. “What a mess you made, pretty girl,” he murmurs. You’re watching the movement of his fingers, entranced by his fingers teasing your pussy as he glides them up and down your slit. He clicks his tongue at you, “so wet for me huh baby? Always so wet for me. So perfect,” he smirks to himself as he gently pulls your panties to the side, revealing your aching, needy cunt. He lowers his head placing gentle kisses on the soft skin of your inner thigh, his lips tracing and peppering your skin all the way towards your center, his mouth hovering over the place you need him most and you shiver beneath him. 

“Joel,” you whisper, he chuckles seeing you all worked up for him. “Baby please,” you whimper. 

“What is it baby?” he tuts, “use your words, sweet girl,” he tilts his head slightly with a smug grin on his face. His fingers move up and down your folds. 

“N-need them inside me, p-please,” you whimper as you claw at his forearms, clutching them for stability. 

“Alright baby, lemme taste her first,” He lays flat on his stomach, moves his arms under your legs, and hoists them up over his broad shoulders. He lowers his mouth onto your cunt and the tip of his tongue licks through your folds. He hums at the sweet taste of you on his tongue. He flattens his tongue and licks a long thick stripe and he groans lowly, the vibrations making you squirm under him. 

“Fuck, more baby,” you beg. You gasp at the hook of his nose bumping your clit. Your hands fly to his hair, eyes closing swiftly, brows furrowed as you let out a loud moan. 

“There she is,” he smirks. He flicks his tongue over your clit. His eyes slip closed as he relishes in the noises leaving your mouth, like music to his ears. Your hips buck up into his face, selfishly grinding your cunt for more. Joel’s eyes flicker back up your face, “eyes on me sweetheart,” he murmurs. Your eyes snap open to watch him as he brings his fingers back up to your cunt, two thick fingers dip into you and you can hear the wet squelch as he eases his fingers in, simultaneously, he circles his tongue around your clit. He pumps his fingers slowly in and out of you, his tongue lapping at your cunt. You feel the pressure building up more intensely inside of your belly and then you’re chanting his name as he curls his fingers inside you, petting at the spongy spot he knows will break you. He closes his mouth around your clit and he sucks hard. 

“Fuck, Joel, yes yes,” Your hips bucking up into his face, your legs start to shake as you come on his face and your cunt tightening around his fingers, a loud strangled moan filling the air. 

“That’s my girl,” he says as he watches you gasp above him, pressing a quick kiss to your clit. Your eyes flutter open just in time to see him removing his fingers, all wet and shiny, and putting them in his slick covered mouth, sucking them clean. 

Softly, he grabs your ankles, pulling you down towards the edge of the bed eliciting a giggle. His favorite sound…well one of his favorites. His favorite being the next sound that comes out of your mouth when he quickly pulls your panties down. He sees the wet shine of your cum in the center and his face lights up with glee. “You made such a mess ‘a your panties, baby,” he tuts before tossing them across the room. He unties the towel from his waist and lets it fall and it pools around his legs, revealing his thick, heavy cock, the tip angry and beads of precum seeping out of the slit. You place your hands around your thighs, slowly pulling them apart, presenting your already spent pussy to him once again and he groans roughly.

He leans forward, his fingers running through your folds once more, and you quiver at his touch. He gathers your cum on his fingers and strokes himself twice before he dips the wide tip of his cock inside of you. A whine leaves your lips. That. That was his favorite sound. He doesn’t push in further… he doesn’t move an inch. He’s teasing you…wants you to ask nicely for it. Like clockwork his voice laced with honey he says “Ask for it baby, ask for my cock.” 

Desperate, you whine again “please joel… I need your cock.” Your needy fingers trail lightly over his soft belly, sitting up slightly, you place soft kisses from his belly button down to the dark patch of hair above his cock, his body trembles at the feeling of your lips ghosting over his belly and a breathy moan escapes his lips. He laces his fingers with yours, bringing your hands near your head, his large form encompassing your smaller frame, he lowers himself down over you, his lips brushing against yours. “Baby, please. Please fuck my pussy” you mewl. He pushes his cock deeper, deeper, and deeper til the head of his cock kisses your cervix, provoking a loud groan from him against your ear as he nestles himself into you, where he belongs. 

“See baby all you had to do was ask politely” Joel cooes. He drags his hips back, leaving only his tip inside you once again and you clench around him. “Fuck, goddamn you’re fucking tight,” he grits. Slowly he starts thrusting his tip in and out. 

You whine again, “Baby don’t be mean. I want all of it.” 

“Shh..I know baby, I know,” he soothes. Then in one long single thrust, he wedges his cock back inside of you to the hilt, bottoming out into your cunt, hitting the spot that only he knows with a loud ragged groan into the crook of your neck. His cock is stretching you out, feeling every twitch, he’s everywhere and it’s overwhelming. He hitches your legs up towards your chest, opening you up more, your chest pressed tightly against his, he drags the weight of his cock languidly between your slick, moaning at the wet sound of his balls slapping against your ass fills the room. 

When you look up at him it’s like you can see a lightbulb go off in his head and before you know it, Joel’s large hands grab the swell of your ass, he picks you up, and repositions you both so he’s on his back and has you sitting on his thick cock. He wants you to ride him. In this position you can feel him in the deepest parts of your belly and it hurts just a little bit but you find pleasure in it, you always have.  

Leaning forward, you place your hands on the headboard and arching your back a bit more, Joel's head falls back down onto the pillows. At the sudden change of the angle, his eyes shut for just a second before he’s snapping them right back open. He doesn’t want to miss a single thing. He wants to see it all.  He watches how your breasts bounce as you move and quickly, he leans up to catch a nipple in his mouth. He’s licking and sucking all over your pebbled nipple and then his teeth graze along the hardened peak before swiftly pulling it between his teeth. He moves onto the other and he flicks his tongue over your nipple, he sucks and nips at it lightly before he lets your tit fall from his mouth, admiring the slight bounce of your breast before his eyes lock in on your face, watching your face contort and your mouth open while you seek your high. It's his favorite thing, watching you like this. 

“Jesus Christ, look at you, you’re takin’ me so well,” he groans. 

The grip of his hands on your hips tightens but doesn’t guide you, just seeks some ounce of control. You lean forward more so your clit brushes ever so slightly against the dark patch of curls at his base. The friction makes you approach your orgasm quickly. Joel’s eyes flicker down to where you two are connected, taking pleasure in seeing his cock splitting you open, watching as it disappears deep inside of you. 

“That’s it, baby. Fuck….use me. Fuck yourself on daddy’s cock, atta girl,” You roll your hips faster, grinding harder on his cock, greedy and desperate to come again. “C’mon baby, come all over my cock.” 

His words and your clit repeatedly pressing against him make your hips stutter and you clench around him as your orgasm finally washes over you, harder than before. Your body goes limp on his chest. Joel doesn’t let up, he grabs your thighs and lifts his hips, relentlessly fucking his cock up into you. His cock slams into you so hard the wet slapping sound of your bodies fills the room. 

You turn your head and press your lips to his ear, nipping at his earlobe, you spur him on “c’mon Joel, come for me baby,” you softly rasp. “C’mon baby, for me, do it for me love,” you whisper and he whimpers, his thrusts becoming faster, more erratic. You bite down on his shoulder to muffle the whines that leave your mouth as he fucks into you harder, your walls tighten around him, his cock twitches inside you before he hastily pulls out with a long pained groan and with his cock between your bodies, his cum spurts out, thick and warm, coating his stomach. A moment passes and you lower your lips down his chest, feeling the rough edges of his skin underneath your lips as you pepper open mouthed kisses along his strong torso, the soft skin of his belly, over the jagged scar on his lower abdomen, all the way down his happy trail, you feel him shiver beneath you. 

You sit up on his thighs, locking your eyes with his, you bring your fingers down to his cum on his stomach. You look back up at him, your gaze meeting his as you swirl your fingers twice in his spend and bring your shiny, sticky coated fingers up to your mouth, closing your lips around your fingers, sucking them clean. His mouth agape, he’s staring back at you while you use your fingers to lick up his cum, “dirty girl, one’a these days you’re gonna gimme a heart attack woman,” he groans. 

The memory of it all…you riding him, your naked breasts bouncing, his cock impaling you, watching it disappear inside you over and over, your cunt clamping down around his cock and the echo of your moans as you came last night playing in his head sends him hurtling over the edge.

His cock twitches in his hand, his other hand slamming down on the counter, he groans your name raggedly and his thighs quiver as he comes hard into his fist, harder than he ever has when jerking himself off. He pumps his release into your panties, hot, thick ropes of his cum painting your panties. His cum spurting out seemingly endless for a man his age. 

If you were here in front of him he would pull the fabric up over your thighs, making you wear your cum filled panties before going about the rest of your day.

But you’re not here so instead he brings the cum soaked panties up to his face, eyeing his spend and your wetness for a moment. He stops himself and contemplates the idea in his head as he eyes the glistening sheen over the center. Just as quickly as the thought infiltrated his head, he decides against it and bunches up the thin material and tosses them in the old laundry basket sat in the corner of your shared bathroom. Joel tucks himself back into his jeans, washes his hands, limping slightly as he walks out of your bedroom and closes the door behind him leaving your laundry for another day.

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[grassbreads]

I fully thought I was immune to finding genshin characters attractive, but unfortunately, I just met Baizhu

#don’t look at me I don’t like to publicly admit that I’ve been playing a gacha game #but his snake and scammer personality have endeared him to me #also at least for once his skin tone isn’t ffffff #invasion of the frogs

[fleur-bbyy]

I WANNA FEEL YOU FROM THE INSIDE

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⭒pairing: katsuki bakugo x fem! reader.

⭒wc: 4.8k

⭒warnings: SEX (MINORS DNI), continuation of the porn!au, characters are aged up to 21+, reader is not of a certain skin color, use of names like ‘bunny,’ daddy kink, spanking with belt, live camming, mentions of; onlyfans, pegging, plugs, fingering (f! receiving), cunnilingus, slight breath play, small part of m! receiving oral, degrading, if I forgot anything I will update this later on!

⭒author’s note: y’all the amount of times I had to change the fake usernames to not accidentally tag someone is crazy. will scream, cry, and throw up if I still somehow managed to.

part one.

“you still wanna go through with it?”

“fuck yeah. show that fucker what he’s missing with us.”

it’d been a few months since you and katsuki had professionally filmed together for the first time. watching the opportunity for a decent cash flow get even bigger after more and more sick bastards wanted to see the two of you together. becoming a little more than professional acquaintances as you filmed together more and more.

it felt like the two of you could only keep growing until that douchebag that calls himself a director publicly shit on both of your names. calling the two of you ‘unprofessional’ and a slew of other names, even going as far to say he could’ve ‘done it without the both of you’ whilst he basked in the glory of his first successful porno. your ranks and ratings didn’t drop that much, but it was enough to piss the two of you off.

so now here the pair of you are, about to prove to that dickhead director that you didn’t need him, he needed you.

“it’s just been a while since i’ve cammed live. I feel like i’m back at the beginning again.”

“i bet. we’ve all come a long way though.” he stood up from where he was sat at the laptop perched upon your desk, angled towards the chaise lounge in your room. everything was set and ready with a timer counting down from five minutes. for some reason you were nervous about camming again.

maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t done so in so long.

or maybe it was that you didn’t know what the hulking blond standing over you had in store.

“we still have four and a half minutes left,” he rough hand stroked your soft cheek, “wanna let me get a little taste before you start, bunny?” his free hand cupped your cunt covered with white lace.

“nuh-uh. don’t spoil yourself now or you’ll have nothing left in you in a few.” you pushed him off and walked over to where the laptop was set up to check the countdown once more. making sure to shimmy your hips as you walked to show off your cute ass to him.

he already felt quite feral just looking at you. body clad in skimpy, white lingerie with cute little bunny ears on your head and a cotton tail attached the the back of your thong. the thigh-high socks squeezed the fat of your thighs so perfectly his cock was already straining against his jeans.

“have it your way, princess, but remember who’s in charge today. no shitty scripts to follow, I can do whatever the fuck I want.” you didn’t know whether you should feel more aroused or terrified at the thought. you’ve seen his videos from when he was amateur. unscripted, he was ruthless. fucking whoever was with him in the most insane, body-contorting positions, having them drool all over themselves. you weren’t ashamed to admit that you had touched yourself many times before to the sound of the filth that he spoke into the mic.

“it’s almost time, bunny. c’mere and sit with me.” he beckoned you over to the lounge with a wiggle of his index finger. he was shirtless with his chest lightly oiled. you eyed the way his pecs and stomach glistened under the light every time he shifted. he switched out his jeans and boxers to just a pair of grey sweats with nothing underneath. you loved the way his trail of wispy, blond hairs started just below his naval and disappeared below the waistband.

he had you sitting with your back to his chest. he held you tightly, already copping a feel on your chest. kneading and pinching the fat of your breasts. he had your legs placed over his spread ones, making you completely open for the camera. your little thong barely covered a thing and was getting eaten by your lips. he used his other hand to slide down your body and gently rub your clit over the cloth.

you almost forgot what you were about to be doing until you heard the familiar pinging sound from money being sent in. this little cam show was pretty well advertised on both of your socials and even by some of your friends in the industry, so it was really not surprise that people were already sending tips in. you soon heard bakugo pipe up. his voice moderately loud so the microphone could pick it up.

“awh, bunny, hear all those horny bastards that already are spendin’ shit on you? we’ve barely done anything yet” you quickly nodded your head, wiggling your hips to try and get his hand to move faster.

“where are your fuckin’ manners?” he took the hand that was kneading your tits and brought it up to your neck, fastening his thick fingers around and lightly squeezing. you let out a small ‘thank you’ which you thought wouldn’t be enough. thankfully, bakugo had mercy right now.

he kept toying with your cunt, continuously growing wetter and wetter. your arousal now seeping through your thong and spreading onto your plush thighs. also dripping down onto bakugo, leaving a wet patch on his pants.

“already makin’ such a mess. you want it bad, don’t you?” he lightly slapped your already sensitive clit, sending jolts of electricity down your spine and do your core.

“yes. so bad.” you felt like a virgin that couldn’t make a complete sentence and your cheeks started to burn. it was kind of hard to feel embarrassed when you’re in your industry, but the way he toyed with you flipped a switch inside.

“yes what?” he stopped touching you and roughly pinched your nipples, eliciting and piercing whine from you.

“yes daddy.” his cock twitched beneath you at the sound of your voice.

“good fuckin’ girl. why don’t you turn around and show them the pretty little ass of yours?” he unhooked your legs from his and brought them together so you could stand. you slowly got up, making sure to not lose your footing since your legs already felt like jelly. you heard the pinging start up again when you turned around and bent over slightly, wiggling your hips back and forth causing your ass to shake.

“come sit back down on me. daddy’s gonna play with you too, yeah?” you straddled his still-spread legs and his hands instantly found place on the fat of your ass. kneading, pulling, and squeezing every inch. you could feel his hard-on pressing right against your clit and you dared to start grinding down on him. because of that action, you were met with a harsh slap to your ass.

“who the fuck said you could grind on me? needy fuckin’ slut.” he roughly slapped your ass again and tips started to roll in at the sight of the bright red hand prints now adorning your backside.

“oh fuck, think these bastards are gettin’ off to the sight of you gettin’ punished, huh? who wants to see some more?” he was wearing the charming smirk on his face as he soothed the burning, red spots with his hands. rubbing circles on you and tilting his head to kiss and nip at your neck. the pinging sound that rolled in again signified that people did want to see more.

“alright, little bunny, all fours f’me.” you rolled off of him as he stood up, the obvious tent in his pants making your mouth water. he sauntered his way behind the lounge as you got in position. you could see out of the corner of your eye that he had picked up the belt he was wearing half an hour ago, striking the sides of the belt together to make a loud slapping sound as he approached you once more.

you felt his hands run over the spot where your lower back curved as the fabric of the lounge dipped down behind you. he caressed your smooth skin for a few moments more before he spoke up again.

“you’re gonna take ten of these yeah?” he leaned down and gripped the sides of your chin, turning your head to look towards him and the camera. “and you’re gonna count, lose your place and we start over. don’t fuck up and you get a reward. got that?” you furiously nodded your head and he cocked a warning brow at you. he let go of the death grip he had on your chin and lightly patted your cheek two or three times. you heard the leather of his belt slap against itself one more time before it was striking you.

your legs and cunt were both quivering as he delivered each blow to your sensitive skin. every strike was met with more pinging sounds as money was sent you way. your ass was covered in red spots and sore to the touch. he wasn’t entirely a monster, though, rubbing each area he hit with the palm of his hand after you struck you. despite the challenge, you didn’t lose your place and even thanked him afterwards. after the tenth was delivered, he pressed his soft lips to the spots most red and placed feather like kisses on you.

“so good f’me. so fuckin’ good f’me. daddy’ll give you what you want.” and with that he pushed your panties to the side and plunged two of his thick fingers in your wet heat. rapid fire fingering your aching pussy as he used his free hand to continue soothing the hot spots left on your ass from his belt.

the sight of your cute tears leaving mascara tracks down your pretty face in the screen of the laptop was enough to make him want to bust in his pants. the moans and whimpers that left your parted lips sounded so sweet, delicious even. and the feeling of your slick running down his middle and index finger was enough to make him lean down to lick your juices from the source as he replaced his fingers with his long tongue. his fingers found purchase again on your swollen clit, aching to be touched and he tongue-fucked you.

his movements were skillful. rubbing circles on your clit in a way the stimulated your nerves in just the right way. he worked his tongue oh so perfectly inside you, causing you to writhe under he touch. his free hand fisting at the fat of your ass.

he could tell that you were getting close by your moans increasing in volume and the way your pussy fluttered and clenched around his tongue. the pinging sound had slowed, pissing him off a bit.

“you wanna see this slut cum? pay the fuck up. we’re not doin’ this shit for free.” you whined when he pulled away from you, getting whatever the female equivalent of blue balls was. you dropped your top half down to the lounge, just leaving your ass in the air. you wiggled it a bit for the camera and for the blond staring at you through the laptop screen.

“shit, 15,000¥? these motherfuckers really are desperate. 20,000¥ and i’ll make this slutty bunny squirt.” he lightly ghosted his fingers over your pussy before deciding he wanted your panties that were still pushed to the side off. the strength of the explosive blond before you made you gush another bout of wetness as he tore them at the hips and pulled them off. even though you were desperate, you quietly whines at the loss. you really liked this lingerie set.

“oi, heard that shit. quit your bratty bitchin’ or you won’t cum until I do.” at that, he looked to the laptop and saw that someone had sent in the amount he requested and smirked.

“make sure to say ‘thank you.’” he dived back in your pussy, one hand on your clit, two fingers back in your cunt, and using his tongue to drink up any of your dripping slick. it wasn’t long before you felt that familiar pressure in your stomach and your hole started to twitch. shit, you were right there.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck thank you.. fuck.” your speech was slurred and words were jumbled together as he finger-fucked you through your orgasm. he growled at the way your cunt gushed for him and all over him, drinking up as much as he could.

“shit, that’s my good fuckin’ girl. stand up f’me and show them your drenched pussy.” you did as he said, already feeling so fucked out to disobey. he held you by your hips as you stood, steadying your balance. using one of his big hands to spread your cheeks apart to show off your fucked hole, groaning at your reflection in the camera.

“d’you bastards miss when she was a cam slut? because i sure fuckin’ do.” he rubbed the side of your hip and ass as he pressed little kisses to your skin. it wasn’t long before the chat was beginning him to take his dick out and for you to take your bra off.

“awww. they want you to get naked too.” you teased, ruffling his blond hair.

“‘m sure they just want my cock out because that means i’m closer to destroying your insides.” he teased right back at you, softly smacking your backside.

you felt gracious about him giving you a little breather. you loved your work, loved making people feel good, but you hated how everything was go, go, go once the camera started rolling. sometimes having to just stay in bed the next day so the poor spot between your legs could take a break. when you felt ready, you tapped his shoulder and gave him a quick nod when he looked up.

you straddled his lap once more and pawed at his cock through the fabric of his sweatpants. you just wanted him to stuff you full and you were willing to act out to get it.

“needy little whore arentcha? not fuckin’ you yet. on your knees.” he patted your face once more and got up with you to get you closer to the camera. only his lower half was in view, but your face and still-covered chest was on full display. you were visibly excited when he tugged his sweatpants down enough to free his rock hard dick. taking it into his hand and pumping it a few times before slapping your cheek with it.

“be a good bunny and open wide f’me.” as soon as you did so, he was shoving his cock in your mouth. fucking your face for true audience you’d garnered. you thought all you’d be getting was a rough face-fucking until he pushed his length all the way in. the tip of your nose was touching his groomed, blond hairs that grew from his pelvis. tears once again started to stream down your cheeks as you struggled to breathe through your nose.

“you want this bitch to breathe? 5,000¥. simple enough? ‘m lowballin’ because the slut seems desperate already.” he punctuated his last few syllables by lightly thrusting back and forth in your mouth. it still wasn’t enough for you to get a deep breath, but enough for you to not pass out.

as he looked at the screen, a specific ping of a donation caught his attention.

105,000¥ - fuck her now.

he pulled out and leaned down to where his face was in view. he gave you a moment to sputter and catch your breath before he was gripping you by the jaw to look at the camera.

“see how much they wanna pay for that sloppy cunt? whad’dya think?”

“mmmm, 20,000¥ more. my pussy’s worth it.”

“you fuckin’ heard her, pay up, bastards. or i’ll just fuck her off camera.” he finished his last word with another slap to your ass. his rough hand still had you by the jaw as he showed off your messy face. makeup smeared and mascara stains running down your hot cheeks. you smiled into the camera when you saw the notification come up that someone had sent the remaining amount of money.

“thank you, baby. bet you wish it was you here and not him. you’d treat me nice, right?” bakugo’s gaze bore into the side of your head as he listened to you flirt with whoever threw money your way. anything word you spoke that sounded remotely suggestive was like a buzzword for more tips to roll in. “mmm you want him to take my bra off? you’d better ask him nicely.”

he fixated his gaze off of you and onto the comments rolling in in the monitor. another 10,000¥ rolling in with the nice request that he strip you some more.

“you bastards are so fuckin’ desperate. bet you’re all touchin’ yourselves right now. waiting for her tits to be out before you bust.” he was standing behind you, unhooking the clasps on your bra and letting it drop to the floor. you were fully exposed for the camera now. the only thing remaining from your costume lingerie were your sheer thigh-highs and the bunny ears atop your head.

he reached around you tweak your hard nipples and play with the fat of your breasts, eliciting little moans from you.

“so fuckin’ pretty. she’s a pretty, pretty girl isn’t she?” his hand traveled down to your pussy and he ran a finger through the slit to assess if he needed to prep you or not. you were practically still dripping from earlier, slick running out of your needy cunt and spreading onto the insides of your thighs.

“time to make their money’s worth, bunny. ride my fuckin’ cock.” he sat back down onto the chaise lounge and beckoned you over with the curl of his index finger. the sight of him comfortably sprawled out with his sweatpants just lazily pulled down enough for his cock to be out made the ache between your legs throb even more.

“d’ya bitches wanna see her ass or tits bounce?” he kept you from sitting, rubbing up and down the side of your hips as his eyes focused in on the chat. responses were mixed with people who wanted to see either. a few comments sprinkled in about yours or his looks.

“looks like they can’t decide, we’ll do both.” he pulled you towards him and you straddled his lap in regular cowgirl. he rubbed the tip of his angry, red cock up and down your soaked slit. the look in his eyes was enough to make you gush another wave of arousal as he slowly eased in you. the stretch of him was welcomed by your warm walls and he bottomed out rather quickly from how horny you were. his tip lightly brushed your cervix, marking you squirm above him. he grabbed your hips and you kept an agonizingly slow pace.

“if you want him to split me open, i’m gonna need a little more from you, babies.” you looked over your shoulder and winked. your reflection in the screen was pretty, beautiful even. one of his hands was lazily placed on your hip and the other placed behind his head. the sight of him slowly disappearing and appearing again was a spectacular sight to see. the way his heavy balls lightly slapped your ass was heavenly and the taut muscles flexed on his spread thighs was probably enough to make someone cream in their pants.

the pinging had begun once again and you increased your pace each time a donation came through. he eventually was gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he began to thrust into you, hard and fast. your moans were already pornographically loud when you were at a slow pace, but now they filled the room with the sound of skin slapping skin.

“shit bunny, this cunt is so fuckin’ good. i can’t wait for you to make a mess on this dick.” you clenched down on him every time he spoke the filth that had gotten you off so many times before. your legs were beginning to tremble and your pussy was twitching in a way that told him you were close, right there even.

“fuck yes. cum on my cock.. ride that shit. show them how much of a dirty fuckin’ slut you are f’me.” his words coupled with his rough thrusts to punctuate the syllables sent you over the edge. your stomach felt white-hot as you creamed on him. he removed the hand from behind his head to spread your pussy lips and watch the glistening arousal flood his dick. the ring of your cum gathered on the base. that and your tits knocking together in his face made him slow himself to keep him from cumming too.

“hope y’got another one in ya. turn the fuck around and sit again.” you quickly got up and whined at the loss. katsuki growled at the sight of your hole already gaping for him.

you let out another whine of pleasure as you sat back on his cock again. your knees and shins were placed on both sides of his thighs and his arms were wrapped around the front of you to play with your tits as he started thrusting again.

he was rougher this time, removing one of his hands from your chest to move back down to your hip to keep you close to him. his feet were firmly planted in the carpet below you to keep up his pace without fault.

“play with your tits, sweets. show them how horny you are for daddy.”

“shit.. i love when daddy fills me up… fuck fuck fuck.” you brought your hands up to your chest to play with yourself and he brought his now-free hand to toy with your swollen clit. you loudly whimpered at the sensitivity when he was touching and fucking you at the same time.

“i feel you clenchin’ my shit. already gonna cum again? you really are a desperate slut for the camera.” he started slamming his hips into yours harder and you began to bounce at a pace that met his thrusts. he felt impossibly deep inside of you as your pussy squelched and gushed around him. he was now focused on your reflection in the screen. his eyes moved back and forth from the monitor to the real you. he loved being able to see your expressions whilst also being able to watch the way your peachy ass rippled and bounce as you met his rough thrusts.

“tell me.. fuck.. tell me how bad you want it.”

“daddy please I want it to badly. I need to cum and I need to be filled with yours.”

“oh, slutty bunny wants me to breed ‘er, that’s it, yeah?” you whimpered and nodded your head as he began to thrust even harder and deeper. hitting that special spot inside you that made your whole body feel like it was on fire. the crescendo of your moans and your pussy once again tightening on him told him you were almost over the edge, he was glad because he didn’t think he’d last much longer with the sight to behold in front of him.

after a few more rough thrusts and his cock dragging against your g-spot, you were once again coating the man in your release. squirting once again as he continued to ride you through your orgasm. your juices slid down his muscular thighs and onto the fabric below the both of you. you heard his growls get louder as he used your body to chase his own high. practically losing himself at the sight the clear liquid spewing from you.

“fuck bunny, y’gonna let me cum in you? fuck i’m gonna fill you up.”

a little ‘please’ was all you could get from your lips as your spent brain wasn’t thinking too clearly. he gripped your sore hips one last good time before he was spilling the contents from his balls into your overused hole.

“‘m cummin’.. fuck baby, god you feel so fuckin’ good when i’m flooding this pussy.” your body shivered as his words and the shallow thrusts he continued to pump into you. you felt impossibly empty when he slowed and lifted you off of him. that feeling soon being subdued by his thick, calloused finger tips collecting the cum that had leaked out and pushing it back into your cunt.

“know you’re fucked out, but bend over ‘n show them how pretty that pussy looks filled with my cum.” although tired, you gladly obeyed his request. standing up on wobbly legs to turn around and bend over like you’d done earlier, holding onto the edge of the lounge for stabilization.

“mmm, bet you guys wish this was yours stuffed in there, yeah?” you giggled and waved your ass back and forth as the pinging increased for a final time. katsuki grabbing your face and showing the audience how debauched and fucked out he had made you. you finished off the stream with a flirty ‘goodbye babies’ and a seductive wink before covering the camera with your hand and ending the stream.

you both watched the screen go black and light up again as the total revenue flashed across the screen. both of your eyes widened as you saw the number. you both expected into six fugures, you didn’t expect to be that well into six figures. it was more money made in a single stream than the two of you would made from a few pornos. the two of you decided the split the money equally as it made the most sense and was only fair.

the screen blackened again, this time the transcript of the comments lit up the screen. you decided to sit and read whilst the blond got up to redress.

“hey kats, they want me to peg you!” you say in front of the laptop, still naked as the day you were born minus the thigh-highs, and read through the comments. a lot of them complimenting the pair of you or offering you guys money for sex. sometimes you came across comments that made you audibly laugh, this being one of those moments.

“fat chance. most that’s been in my ass is a plug.”

“I could change that.” you wiggled a brow at him and he dramatically rolled his eyes. he stood in the corner of your room and you watched him tug a white compression shirt on.

“adventurous thing, arentcha?”

“adventurous is my middle name.”

“yeah, okay dumbass.” it was your turn to rolls your eyes as you went to your twitter to tweet about the success of the stream, definitely showing up the director that dared trash yours and bakugo’s names. after tweeting, you decided to scroll your feed a bit to see if anyone had said anything yet. if the money you guys make didn’t show the success of the stream, the slew of people tweeting about it sure did.

@better-luxe-next-time: made more in one stream with @.officialdynamight than that slimeball has made in his whole career <3

@.officialdynamight: wanna see my POV with @better-luxe-next-time? unlock the videos on my onlyfans @.dynamight.

@.alien.queen.pinky: wettest i’ve ever been from watching a stream. 3some? @better-luxe-next-time @.officialdynamight

@bigredriot: I couldn’t tell who I wanted more 😫

@chargeboltt: she could step on me and i’d say thank you!

@chakoraka i’d kill an elderly woman to be sandwiched between them.

@sticky-sero: not even gay but i’d suck his ween ngl

you smiled at the tweets your fellow stars had posted. it some sick, weird way it warmed your heart that they all had your backs and watched the stream to help you prove a point. you even noticed some of them donating their own money. the smile that grew on your face slowly drooped again once you saw another tweet posted 7 minutes ago from dynamight himself.

@.officialdynamight: 50 retweets and we’ll stream weekly. @better-luxe-next-time

“seriously, katsuki? 50 retweets?”

“i’ll take any excuse to get inside you. got the sweetest cunt i’ve ever fucked.” you took the bunny ears off and slid your stockings off your legs as he handed you his t-shirt. it fell right at your mid-thigh and swallowed your torso whole. “and trust me, i’ve fucked a lot.”

“me too, we’re in the same business, y’know,” you let out a light giggle at his exaggerated eye roll, “but yeah, best dick i’ve ever had.”

“so we can agree, one retweet?”

“sure, kats, one retweet.” his vermillion eyes darkened and his lips contorted into a cheshire cat-like smile as he opened his twitter app and turned the screen to face you. the tweet already have over 100 retweets and it’d only been up for 10 minutes.

“looks like you might wanna start getting comfy with me, bunny.”

part one.

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[hamiltonaf]

Oh my god I’m so excited to see your requests are open I wanted to request something for the lovely Daniel ricciardo being more handsy with reader while on the paddock and him getting interviewed about it later since the fans have been posting pictures of their intimate moments and him kind of joking in a “how could I not?” Type of way? Thank you

PDA | Daniel Ricciardo

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Female Reader

Word Count: 907

Warnings: None

A/N: Hello loves ! Firstly, apologies for the delay in writing requests as I had a lot going on. If you’ve sent in a request, I’m working on it, just bear with me :) Hope you babes enjoy. Thanks anon for requesting .xx

The Monza GP was a special race weekend for Daniel, besides his home race. With his Italian roots, it’s his second home so indirectly another home race.

This special race weekend had inspired him I guess you could say for our relationship to be full on public. For the many months we’ve been together, I’ve made my few appearances in the paddock and sometimes alongside Daniel but rarely. I quite enjoy our relationship being private, but I guess if he’s happier with us being public then so be it.

Besides the rare ‘papped’ pictures of us together - which left some people to question on numerous occasions if we’re still together - we don’t even have posts of each other on our socials. It’s always the private but not secret kind of story posts…I guess that all ends now.

I only managed to arrive in Monza on race day, no pressure. Note the sarcasm. As soon as we jumped out of the car, I suddenly felt sick at the thought of all eyes on us.

Daniel noticed I zoned out, he then snapped his fingers in front of me, “Babe are you okay ?” He asked concerned. “Yeah I’m okay” I forced a smile. He grabbed a hold of my hand and I guess he noticed the clamminess. “Are you sure you’re okay ?” He furrowed his brows. “You look nervous” he added. “I’m not gonna lie…I am” I admitted with a sigh.

“Nervous about what love ?” He asked concerned. “I’m not used to attention in public” I said as I looked everywhere but him. He then grabbed a hold of my face to look at him, “Just relax. I’m with you every step of the way… I just want to show you off to the world without hiding it anymore. I want to love you publicly and not hide it anymore - not gonna lie, it’s also kind of getting hard for me to resist touching you” he smirked.

After laughing along with him, it helped a lot with easing my nerves. Thank god for sunglasses as well. As long as I had them on, the nerves didn’t exist. We walked in the paddock hand in hand, nothing major.

Up until it was time for Daniel to leave the garage, he surprised me by engulfing me in a hug and leaving a kiss on my cheek. “Good luck babe and be safe” I said softly to him before he left. I failed to realise that being a new wag means being watched at all times.

I don’t know what had gotten over me, a boost of confidence and a moment of being proud for Daniel’s great race finish had me returning the favour of engulfing Daniel in a hug and leaving a kiss on his cheek. He then lifted me up and spun me around. In that moment it felt like we were the only ones in that garage and everyone else was muted.

Before we knew it, he had to quickly leave to attend to post-race interviews. I waited patiently in his drivers room and decided to waste some time on my socials. As I was scrolling, a video was already uploaded of one of Daniel’s interviews. Out of curiosity I decided to play it.

“So Daniel, incredible result in the Alpha Tauri today ! Brilliant drive, where did that come from or perhaps should I say who helped with that ?” Natalie teased. He immediately started blushing and looked away, it was so cute to watch. “Welllll” he trailed. “Oh come on, tell us how (Y/N) motivated you today. You guys make a lovely couple and I have to ask since everyone can’t stop talking about how cute you both are, you can’t seem to leave her can you ?” Natalie joked.

“How can I not, have you guys seen her ? She just makes me so happy and she’s one of my biggest cheerleaders. I’m a really lucky guy and I just wanted her to be apart of my special weekend. Today’s result was all so I could see that reaction from her” he smiled proudly. “You mean this one ?” Natalie asked as she then showed him the array of pictures that were taken of us today. “Paddock favourite already. Well, thank you for your time and hopefully we’ll see you both at the next race weekend. Cheers !” Natalie said lastly. “Of course ! Cheers guys” Daniel said lastly before the interview ended. “Handsome guy” he said from behind me.

“Oh my god ! Dan you scared me” I said as I placed a hand on my chest. “Sorry love, let’s get going” he said as he held his hand out for me to hold. With our fingers entwined, we walked through the paddock to the car. Fans and photographers around had taken pictures, I didn’t mind since I was comfortable at this point.

Once we got into the car, I broke the silence “You really did a hard launch today” I smiled. “That wasn’t a hard launch for me” he pouted. “What was missing ?” I furrowed my brows. “This” he said as he cupped my cheeks and pulled me in for a sweet kiss. So much for thinking we were alone, I quickly broke away when I heard screaming from fangirls. “Well, that really was a hard launch” I said as I felt the heat flush my cheeks.

#f1 #daniel ricciardo #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula one #formula 1 #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo oneshot #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo fluff #daniel ricciardo x you #ricciardoaf oneshots

[bad268]

Publicly in Love (Frog Boys X Reader)

[Blank] in Love Pt 4

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Technically no, but I incorporated two requests from @youngcreatorlady and @goldenstarofthunderclan. I hope yall don't mind <3 Side note, I’m gonna start taking requests for Pezzy! I’ve been in a Pezzy mood and found out I really like writing for him lol

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: First person (I/me/they/them)

W.C. approx 220 each

Summary: Going public with the Frog Boys

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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<-Part 3

Puffer

“Are you sure this is the best way to go about this?” I asked, looking back at Puffer from my spot on his lap. We were looking at the screen where he was logged into his Instagram with a drafted post of the two of us. He thought the best idea was to hard launch on Instagram and hope for the best. “You barely post as it is. This will give everyone a heart attack.”

“Would you rather join a live stream?” He asked back rhetorically, knowing I would not do well under the live scrutiny. “This is just easier.”

“Easier for who? You, me, or your fans?” I laughed back as I leaned my head onto his shoulder.

“You and me,” he whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. “If we did a live stream, it would be an hour or two of straight questions. If we post something, I can log off and we can completely forget about it.”

“You are devious. I love it,” I chuckled, looking back at the caption. “What are you going to say?”

“I don’t know yet,” He admitted, “What do you think?”

“Fuck it, we ball,” I replied, straightfaced before turning back to make eye contact, “Hard launch edition.”

“That’s so bad!” He laughed, leaning in to hide his face in my shoulder.

“You never said it had to be good!”

~~

Pezzy

Drunk Q&As were fun. Especially when it had been going on for a couple of hours at this point. Ever since I came back from visiting my family, my mentions have been blowing up with clips from the stream where I called Pezzy my favorite simp. It was while drunk that I remembered that Pezzy and I never confirmed or outed our relationship.

“Are yall roommates or what cuz damn I wish my roommate looked at me like that,” one of the comments read.

“Yeah, if his roommate also gets to go out with him,” I laughed, downing the last shot of soju. “I also get to kiss him, so that’s fun.”

“Fun?!” he laughed, almost falling off his chair. “Kissing me is fun?”

“What would you rather me talk about?” I quipped back. “I can talk about how mindblowing you are-”

“And that’s enough from you,” He slapped his hand over my mouth to stop me from talking. “You’re cut off. Don’t continue that thought.”

“I was going to talk about your bike but okay,” I groaned after I pulled his hand away from my mouth, but kept his hand in mine. “Anyways, chat. He’s mine, so back the fuck up.”

“So possessive, damn,” he laughed, pulling our intertwined hands up to place a kiss on my knuckles. “It's hot.”

“Nah, just jealous.”

~~

Droid

“Guys, I swear to god,” I groaned into my pillow. I agreed to do a sleep stream with Droid weeks ago, but now, it was honestly hell. Not only was I so drained from the day in general, I was not feeling at all social to put up a facade for the viewers. My social battery was dead, and I just seemed pissed, probably. “Can we not play the Buzz Lightyear commercial nine times in a fucking row?!”

“That’s what that noise was?” Droid asked as he came back into the room with snacks and drinks. “Did yall make them insane or what?”

“Shut the fuck up,” I wined as I covered my ears. Droid set the drinks and snacks to the side as he laid down on his side of the mattress we set up. He also leaned over to the speakers to turn them down a couple of notches before leaning back. Once he was situated, I moved his arm, so I could lay into his side. “Chat, don’t. Just don’t fucking say anything.”

“Yeah, they’re allowed to do this,” He said into the microphone as he pulled up the chat on his phone, reading through some of the comments. “We get it, they’re cute and tired. Shut it.” 

Despite the noise, it did not take long to fall asleep. And it certainly did not take long for the chat to notice either. However, it was not until chat started spamming at Droid did he noticed. “Guys leave my s/o alone. Be lucky they even agreed to this.”

~~

Grizzy

Being on a panel at PAX AUS was a highlight of any creator. To have been invited was unimaginable. I was invited to be on a panel with the Misfits along with Grizzy and Smitty. We had flown in a few days prior (with a load of delays, might I add), and now, it was finally the day.

Sitting on the stage was surreal. With Grizzy on my left and Tobi on my right, we started answering questions down the line.

“Next question is for Y/n and Grizzy, technically,” the fan started. Immediately, I knew where it was going, so I lifted my hand that was already holding Grizzy’s onto the table. The fan began stuttering as they gestured to our hands. “Um, I think that answers my question.”

“If the question was if Girizzy and I are together,” I said just to confirm, and I was met with a timid nod from them, “the answer is yes. We have been together for a couple of months now.”

“And before anyone asks, technically, they made the first move,” Grizzy added.

“I thought you were asleep!” I objected, turning to face him while still keeping the microphone in my hand.

“That does not make it sound any better!” Grizzy and the rest of the group laughed.

“Trust me,” Fitz interjected, “that does not make it sound any less creepy. And I even know the whole story!”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up, all of you!”

~~

Part 5 ->

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[ghostofskywalker]

hiii Lucy Gray anon, since our lovely Peeta took that prompt maybe "I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn" ?

of course, i love this prompt for her!! and since you were next on my list, here it is :) it went a little angstier than i had originally planned, i hope that's okay!

Moving Forward, Together

words: 888

summary: when your girlfriend wakes up in the middle of the night, you two have a conversation about her past, and she attempts to teach you a skill for the future.

flower and meaning: poppy || remembering the fallen of wars and armed conflicts - this is also going to fill my november prompt for the @yearofcreation2023

lucy gray baird masterlist || year of flowers masterlist

It took a while for Lucy Gray to open up about her experience in the Hunger Games, and you never pushed her to talk about things she didn’t want to. You couldn’t even imagine what experiencing that must have been like for her, but you could clearly see it continuing to affect her life, even as far away from Panem as you were right now, having taken the chance to run away together the first moment it came. 

On particularly rough days for her, you tried to help in any way you could, but you often felt powerless, especially when she woke up screaming in the middle of the night. You wept along with her most of the time, offering your comforting touch to her in any way she might want it. Sometimes she would even ask you to sing for her, though your voice was in no way as beautiful as hers. 

When Lucy Gray woke up crying this time, you immediately wrapped your arms around her and pulled her closer to you, placing soft kisses on her forehead and she shivered slightly from the sobs. “Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Usually, she would shake her head and that would be the end of the conversation, but you always wanted to make sure you gave her the chance if she wanted to continue. 

And it seemed that this time, she did want to talk. “I can’t stop seeing their faces,” she said, her voice shaking almost as much as her body was. “Jessup, Reaper, Lamina, Dill, Coral, Mizzen,” she said, rattling off the names of her fellow victims, those who were taken from their homes and their families and forced to publicly fight to their deaths in order to satiate the Capitol’s sadistic power fantasy.

Unsure of what to say, you only hugged her tighter, and she sucked in shaky breaths before continuing. “I don’t want to forget them, because that’s what the Capitol wants. But I can’t stop seeing them as if they were attacking me.” 

Tears began to slip down your face at her words, and even though you had never lived this particular trauma, you could understand her struggle. “It’s perfectly okay to want to forget the version of them you met in the arena,” you said gently. “No one blames you for that.” 

“I know, I just-” 

“Lucy Gray,” you said, cutting her off. “You are the strongest and bravest person I’ve ever met, and just the fact that you want to remember those who tried to kill you shows how compassionate and kind you are. You and I both know that their attitudes were a result of the brutal treatment and sick game the Capitol was playing, and I think that they would much rather us remember them as people who loved more than they hated.” 

She nodding, pulling away from you to get out of bed. “Can we talk about something else right now?” 

You could only imagine the toll this conversation must have taken on her, so you immediately nodded and reached out to take her hand. “Of course.” 

“Can you dance with me?” 

The new topic of conversation was not exactly unpleasant or unwelcome for you, but it also forced you to contend with something that you had never admitted before. “Oh,” you said softly, and she looked at you with a confused expression. “I don’t really know how to dance.” 

And it was true. You had met Lucy Gray in the middle of the woods, and although you knew that she and her family often performed at some of the dance halls in District 12, you had never been to one. All the time you spent with (before running away together) had been with the rest of the Coveys in the cabin or the lake, and in the middle of the woods as you rested on the soft patches of earth.

She looked shocked at your admission, but it wasn’t long before a smile began to spread across her face. “Well, it’s never too late to learn, if you’d like to,” she said, holding out a hand for you to take. 

When you took her hand and let you lead you through a (rather clumsy) waltz, it didn’t even matter that you felt completely out of your element. You could see some of the tension and worry evaporate from Lucy Gray’s face, and it was soon replaced with a look of concentration as she tried to explain to you both the steps of the waltz and then a simple line dance, which you were equally terrible at. Soon, the heavy atmosphere that had filled the room was gone, and the sound of bright laughter took its place. 

“You really are a terrible dancer!” she said, after you stepped on her foot for about the twelfth time. 

You laughed. “Am I the worst you’ve ever seen?”  

“Absolutely!” she shouted, leaning in to steal a kiss before bursting out into laughter. “But that’s okay, I still love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

The frightening memories and persistent troubles that Lucy Gray felt would never truly go away, you knew that. But you hoped that with moments like these, you would be able to help make them a little less haunting.  

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[rushingheadlong]

I’ve anonymized this ask because I actually want to talk about this publicly but I want to respect their desire to not have their name attached to this conversation.

(Usual warnings for length, also CW for discussions of homophobia. Because of how this ask was worded we're going to engage with the possibility of Brian being queer, but there are criticisms about some specific ways the fandom discusses that. If any of that sounds upsetting to you, just skip over this post.)

First, a fairly significant correction: I didn’t say that Harold wasn’t the biggest contributor to “Brian staying in the closet” at all. I’m going to talk about that assumption of queerness later, but this is what I actually said in my tags:

#it's really REALLY clear that at the VERY least his upbringing by Harold impeded Brian's ability to fully explore himself #and his identity/attractions/etc. the way he should have been able to #(tho I don't think Harold was the biggest/only contributor to that but. idk.)

Which I think is fairly self-explanatory but, to break it down more simply, based on all the evidence we have of what Harold was like as a person it seems that he was an extremely traditional patriarch who expected Brian to grow up and fulfill the same role within his own family. We know that they had major clashes over this and from interviews we know that Brian struggled with feeling inadequate as a husband and father specifically because he couldn’t step into the patriarchal role that he felt pressured to fill.

From there, I don’t think it’s unfair to extrapolate out and say that an upbringing that pushed that very traditional view of manhood would likely have also included other “traditional” ideas i.e. misogyny, homophobia, etc. The misogyny is easy to confirm, not just through Brian’s earlier songs (like Son and Daughter) but through later comments on his parents’ marriage that revealed specific ways that Ruth May was absolutely subservient to her husband while he was alive.

The homophobia I don’t think can be “confirmed” in the same way, although I do recall once reading an interview with Brian where he admitted to having to let go of homophobic ideas he used to hold in his youth (though I cannot for the life of me find that interview now, so take that with a grain of salt). But regardless of the extent of homophobia, if it was there I again don’t think it’s unfair to say that that would have impeded any potential experimentation with men at least in Brian’s younger years - I mean for one thing, Brian has already specifically said that he declined the advances from men while on tour even though he didn’t decline when propositioned by women.

If you want to theorize that Brian is some form of queer you can look at him turning down offers from men as possibly a sign of internalized homophobia due to his upbringing. It’s possible that even after Brian unlearned those prejudices with regards to other people, that he couldn’t unlearn them with regards to himself. It’s possible that Brian privately acknowledged his queerness, but felt that acting upon it would be somehow a “worse” betrayal of his marriage than cheating with another woman.

However, it’s also possible that there was no internalized homophobia at play at all and that Brian’s actions and comments (or lack thereof) are driven by concerns about the band, with really nothing to do with Harold at all. We already have Freddie saying, on multiple occasions in both the 70s and 80s, that if he were to be more open about his own sexuality that it would ruin Queen forever. If Brian were also queer it would make sense for him to have the same reservations about saying anything, and those reservations could have been enough to make him hesitant to be with another man at all for fear of rumors spreading.

(ETA: Not to mention, the AIDS crisis could have been a deterrent to try anything as well, especially if he hadn't already by then. That wasn't too uncommon among men who lived through that time.)

There’s also the issue that if Brian were queer, any reservations he had about coming out were likely compounded after Freddie’s death, because there’s simply no way to make that announcement now without Freddie’s name being attached to things whether it should be or not. There would be speculation about whether Brian and Freddie were ever more than “just” friends, speculation about the full extent of Brian’s history with men, speculation about the validity of his marriages to Chrissy and Anita, speculation about Roger and John and if they knew or if they were also queer… The tabloids would have a fucking field day with an announcement like that and it would reverberate throughout Brian’s life, impacting not only himself but his closest friends and family, as well as all his relationships suddenly becoming hyper-scrutinized by people intent on “proving” what is “real” or “not real” about any of them.

Even if you want to believe that that wouldn’t happen and people would only react positively to such an announcement, I need you to step back and consider what sort of comments you consider “supportive” and if that’s actually how they would be received. An entire fandom of RPF shippers crying “I told you so!” and descending on his IG to ask invasive questions isn’t supportive. A world that nitpicks identities to make sure that people are using the “right” ones isn’t supportive. A culture where “jokes” about single-gender schools turning people gay are still prevalent isn’t supportive (and when I am still seeing people defend comments about Freddie’s boarding school playing a role in his own identity, you can’t tell me that people wouldn’t make the same jabs about Brian if they got the chance).

I think it’s safe to say that Harold’s view did have an impact on how Brian explored himself and his identity because we already know for a fact that those views deeply impacted the entirety of his first marriage, to the point that Brian has said that he likely wouldn’t have gotten married to Chrissy at all if it wasn’t for pressure from his father.

(ETA: But I don't think you can safely say that Harold was the biggest/only contributor to how Brian explored his own identity when you consider the overall time period we're talking about, and the complications of both the band and Brian's existing marriage. And with regards to his attraction to women specifically, Brian has already made it clear that that was impacted by the lack of socialization with girls at school, not his father.)

But to engage with your question, if Brian is queer I think it’s far more likely that Brian has stayed in the closet due to concerns about the response, to protect the privacy of himself and those closest to him, and out of respect for Freddie’s own legacy, rather than because of specific views of his father, especially since both of his parents have been dead for decades now.

Now, this isn’t what you asked in your question but I do also want to address the phrasing of “Brian staying in the closet” because I think it’s actually rather worrying that that’s what was taken from my tags.

Is it impossible for Brian to be queer? No, of course not, and to be honest if he did ever come out I wouldn’t actually be surprised. However I am begging this fandom on my hands and knees to remember that Brian has said that he’s straight on multiple occasions.

Here’s him calling himself heterosexual in 1993, shortly after Freddie’s death:

And here’s him saying that he’s not attracted to men a decade later in 2003:

There’s nothing wrong with talking what-ifs but you have to keep in mind what Brian has actually said himself. Even more importantly, you absolutely have to be mindful of what you’re using as “evidence” of queerness because, while it doesn't happen all the time, it is very common in this fandom for that sort of speculation to run straight into stereotyping and, by extension, homophobia.

A man will never be queer simply because he wears jewelry/nail polish/women’s clothing/etc., or because he’s friends with other queer men or wrote songs for them, or because he was unhappy in a heterosexual marriage, or because he’s done drag a few times, or because he’s spoken out about queer rights and history, or because his music resonates with queer people today.

These are all reasons I’ve seen given for why Brian “has” to be queer… but why? Why do you think that wearing things typically worn by women makes a man queer? Why are you so quick to disregard the existence of any femininity in straight cis men? Why do you think that people can’t support the queer community unless they’re queer themselves? Why do you think that your feelings about Brian’s music are any indication of what he actually meant, when it's incredibly common for people to attribute meanings to songs contrary to what the artist intended?

I don’t think that most people who point to these sorts of things as “evidence” of queerness are being consciously, maliciously homophobic but it absolutely is homophobic to reduce these traits down to one-dimensional stereotypes in order to argue that because Brian does XYZ that means he must be queer. I mean, do I really have to break down why it’s problematic to enforce binary gender norms by saying that Brian wearing necklaces is proof of queerness, as if straight men are somehow physically impossible of also wearing necklaces?

There are absolutely more respectful ways to talk about "evidence" of queerness and the OP mentioned in this ask is a great example of that, by using direct words Brian has said specifically about his sexuality, attraction, and relationships to make their point rather than relying on stereotypes about looks or behaviors.

Because if you're going to have these conversations, you have to acknowledge what Brian has actually said. That includes his comments about heterosexuality and attraction to women and, furthermore, acknowledging those comments is not the same as denying any possibility that he's queer.

Brian is an English baby boomer and you cannot separate that from these sorts of discussions. It’s very common for people of his generation to have ideas and identities that are directly at odds with the philosophies of younger generations, and pretending otherwise - or condemning those things for being “wrong” - requires you to completely ignore and rewrite actual queer history in order to do so.

If you look at how people have identified throughout the 20th and 21st centuries, you’ll find a ton of examples of people proudly using seemingly “wrong” labels for themselves. Tom Robinson, author of the song “Glad to Be Gay”, continued to identify specifically as a gay man for years after marrying a woman. Phill Jupitus, a former stand-up comedian, once had an entire 20-minute podcast where he talked about his past sexual encounters with and continuing attractions towards men while identifying the entire time as a straight man and not bisexual. Hell my best friend for over a decade is a queer man married to a woman who still identifies as a lesbian for deeply personal reasons that are unlikely to ever change.

As a queer man myself, I would love to see discussions about this that acknowledge that kind of nuance. I would love to see people approach this conversation by asking why Brian identifies as straight instead of just looking for proof that he’s lying about his identity.

Because if you want to talk about the possibility of Brian being queer, what does it then mean that he chooses to publicly identify as straight instead? Does he claim that label because he doesn’t identify with queerness at all, because he feels obligated to because of his relationships with women, or because he feels those relationships are more representative of who he is?

What does it say about the dynamics among Queen if the others always assumed something, but never said? Or if Brian only told Roger and John after the fact in the 90s? Or if Brian made the choice to never say anything to them either? Disregarding shipping entirely, what would it say about Brian’s friendship with Freddie if he knew the singer was gay but never shared a hint of his own queerness in return?

What does it say - about Brian, the band, the fandom, society - if Brian is indeed making a conscious choice to hide any attraction to men? And we do need to include the fandom here, because while it’s tempting to assume that nothing we do makes it way back to the band that’s really not the case at all. The official Queen discord server has had to make multiple statements not to post about shipping etc. and there were innumerable comments on Brian’s own IG page post-borhap accusing him and Roger of homophobia because of the movie. Discussions of Brian’s relationship to queerness have already reached his sphere of influence, whether we wanted it to or not.

We’re in a time where the prevalence of social media is wearing down the concept of personal privacy and making people feel entitled to information about celebrities that’s none of their business at all. We’ve seen this with Kit Connor being forced to come out after Heartstopper due to accusations of "queerbaiting" and F1nnster delaying coming out due to fears of backlash from not using the “right” label. Or if you want an example from an older generation, when Con O’Neill came out he said he was doing so because he felt ready but there is still rampant speculation in the fandom that part of his reasoning was in response to the queerphobia being leveled at Izzy Hands fans.

Let me repeat that: a queer man explicitly said he was coming out because he felt personally ready to do so, and a wide swath of fans have already made it about themselves and their fandom experiences.

These celebrities are far from being isolated cases. There are countless others who have been forced into making deeply personal decisions based not on what feels right to them, but what will appease the crowds of strangers who watch and follow them.

So, since the original question was about that post on Harold, let's bring it back to that point with one final question from myself:

If Brian is in fact queer, do you think that his long-dead father is really the biggest reason that a world-famous multi-millionaire twice-knighted astrophysicist rockstar may still be choosing to stay in the closet after all this time?

One final note that anyone who engages with this post in bad-faith is being blocked. I have neither the desire nor spoons to argue with anyone who insists that this fandom isn't homophobic or that their homophobia is somehow different because they mean well by it.

#text #long post // #ramblings #brian #I've read over this 9000 times and had my friend review it and I'm still not sure posting is a good idea #at least I can disable reblogs down the road if this turns into a fucking nightmare in my notifs #I want to assume this ask was sent in good-faith which is why I'm answering but... we'll see I guess #ETA: I keep making edits to add more clarifying points and I need to just Stop #idk if I actually answered the question but either you vibe with what I'm trying to say or you don't #I'm not gonna try to make this clearer because I don't think it's actually helping

[strawbrerian-writes]

To the Ends of the Earth

for @elucienweekofficial

This prompt gave me the idea for a multi chapter story. Which considering it isn't all written, I'm only posting the prologue today for Elucien week. Enjoy!

Chapter: Prologue / ?

Summary:

The annual Archeron Sister Holiday is a sweet bonding tradition where one sister organizes the vacation and the other two follow along, or suffer the consequences.

Elain has had a rough year and no one expects her to agree to a two week backpacking trip deep in Illyrian backcountry. She’s going for it though. Maybe the hot thru-hiker on his way to the mountain top will make it all worth it?

Elain was done.

She’d spent the last ten days in the Illyrian wilderness with no cell service and no shower. She’d peed on her own shoes more times than she could count. She’d walked headfirst into an unholy amount of spider webs, slept on the cold hard ground, and wiped her ass with a pinecone in a moment of pure desperation.

Her feet were blistered. Her body ached in places she didn’t know she had. And she was hungry.

She was so fucking hungry.

“Elain…Elain get over here,” Lucien urged from somewhere behind her. “Please. I need you to get over here. Right now.”

His voice was low and level, as they were just having a conversation about the weather. He was panicking, though. She could hear it.

She couldn’t say she blamed him. Lucien was in the prime of his life. He was happy. He hadn’t been cheated on publicly. He didn’t have to watch his sisters flit around in their perfect, happy lives with their perfect, happy husbands.

Better yet, Lucien didn’t have sisters.

Lucien had a life. A nice, stable job in the city waiting for him when he got home. Friends who loved him dearly enough to join him on this crazy adventure.

“Elain, baby, please,” he pleaded. She didn’t dare turn to look at him. Just like he didn’t dare try to move towards her.

Maybe it was the whine in his voice, betraying just how scared he really was. Maybe it was the way he called her baby like he’d been saying it all their lives.

Maybe Elain had just had enough of the universe shitting on her.

She refused to move. She dug her feet in the soft dirt. She dropped her pack with a quiet thud, as if the earth itself swallowed the sound.      

Elain stared at the bear.

The bear stared at Elain.

She wasn’t sure which one of them was dirtiest. Which one looked the most feral. She did know that only one of them was baring their teeth and roaring.

And it wasn’t the bear.

***

Three Weeks Earlier

“Cass and I went …. thing  … year,” Nesta’s voice crackled through the phone. Elain quirked a brow at the phone resting on her desk, as if she could see through to her sister on the other end. She readjusted her earbud, knowing full well that it was unlikely to be a connection issue on her part. 

“Your reception is shit, Nesta,” Feyre piped in.  

She wasn’t wrong. Nesta was always on the move, and lately in remote locations with sparse signal.

“Hol…” the phone crackled again. Elain could hear Feyre sigh, a baby laughing in the background. 

“How’s mom life?” she asked her little sister while playing with the settings on her design program. The layout for her current landscaping project was pulled up on her tablet. She’d been working on it for the last four hours, head down and nose scrunched. She wanted it to be perfect, with just the right amount of greenery and color, but no matter what she did she couldn’t seem to get it quite the way she’d envisioned. Holy shit, she needed a break. 

“Holy shit, I need a break,” Feyre moaned, echoing Elain’s thoughts.  

Well, how about that. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I love being a mom, but it feels like it’s been forever since I’ve done something just for me,” she admitted a little wistfully. Elain could hear it in her voice. 

“What about your studio? Are you not painting anymore?” 

“No, I still go. Nyx comes with me,” Feyre paused for a moment before continuing so low Elain had to strain to hear her. “I take him with me everywhere. Even to the bathroom, Elain. And before you start, Rhys takes him the second he gets home. He loves him so much and is desperate to spend any time with him at all. But…then I’m cleaning, or doing laundry, or finishing up projects for work, or …”

Feyre trailed off. Elain waited for her sister to continue, but she didn’t. “Have you thought about hiring a housekeeper?” 

Feyre groaned. “Have you been talking to Rhys?”

“He’s worried about you, Fey,” Elain admitted sheepishly. She had talked to Rhys, just last night in fact. He’d begged her to try to talk Feyre into hiring some kind of help: a housekeeper, an assistant, an occasional sitter. It was a surreal experience for Elain. Rhysand Nightingale does not beg. “It’s not like you can’t afford it.”

“I’m gonna punch him,” Feyre hissed into the phone. Elain could hear Nyx squeal in the background over something, and his mother gently cooing back. Feyre was back with a loud sigh. “I don’t want someone in my house going through my things, Elain.”

“Do you think Rhysand is actually going to let someone around you or that baby without being thoroughly vetted? The man is overprotective to a fault,” she snorted. Rhysand had, according to his brothers, always been a bit fanatical about the security of his family. It only got worse when Feyre told him they were expecting. “Remember when you first got pregnant?” 

“He locked Nesta out of the house for three months,” Feyre giggled at the memory. 

“Bastard didn’t want the ‘evil’ to rub off on the fetus,” Nesta broke back in, voice clear as a bell. Elain had to cover her mouth to keep the laughter in. 

Feyre didn’t. She bellowed into the speaker. “Perfect timing Nesta.”

“Always,” she stated. “Anyway, I heard less than half of whatever bullshit you were saying, but I’m siding with Elain. Don Rhysand is rabid about safety.”

“Nesta!”

“What?” 

“My husband is not a mafia crime lord!” Feyre all but screamed into the phone. 

Elain shook her head. This was a common argument in their family, especially from Nesta. She’d never understand the relationship between Nesta and Rhys. They were mortal enemies and great friends all in the same breath. 

“Remind me, Feyre honey, what does your husband do for work again?” Nesta asked like she didn’t already know the answer. She just liked getting a rise out of Feyre. 

“He’s…got a lot of different irons in the fire Nesta,” Feyre started hedging. 

Nesta cut in and started arguing, but Elain tuned them out. Feyre used to be the one to needle Nesta about everything, but after she married Rhys after only knowing him for four months, Nesta considered it open season on her little sister. She’d learned the best way to deal with their arguments was to just ignore them. 

Honestly, Elain wasn’t even sure what Rhysand’s job was. It was something vaguely government or military related. All Elain really knew was that he was from old money, and he’d been left enough he didn’t have to work again a day in his life. He’d told her he genuinely enjoyed helping others. 

What he actually did though? A total mystery to her. 

“Elain are you even listening?” Nesta broke her reverie. 

“Huh? What? Oh no…you guys get going about that and I just tune you out,” she admitted. 

“How rude!”

“Bitch!”

“Language Nesta! There are little ears present!”

“That’s entirely on you for putting me on speaker.”

“It’s like talking to Cassian.”

Oh, how Elain loved her sisters. 

“AS I WAS SAYING,” Nesta shouted into the phone. “Elain, are you a go for meeting at Outfitters for the last minutes tomorrow or what?” 

“Nesta, just pick something else. Little Fawn’s not up for this,” Feyre sounded exasperated, using the nickname their mother gave her when they were younger. She could hear crashing on her end of the phone, followed by a muffled warning to ‘stop that you little sh—angel’.  

Elain tried to brush it off. They only ever called her that when they thought she was too fragile for whatever they had planned. She knew Feyre was preoccupied with Nyx, and that it was likely a slip of the tongue.

It still pissed her off.    

Once a year since their parents died, the three Archeron sisters would meet up and take a two week-long holiday together. They’d draw straws for who got to organize the trip, and the other two would have to go along or suffer the consequences.

They were kids when they set the rules, but they each cut their hand with a kitchen knife and sealed it like an oath in blood. Whoever backed out must get a tattoo of the dealer’s choice, wherever the dealer chooses — faces excluded.

The last trip was Elain’s choice. She’d picked a cruise. She’d thought it was a good idea, knowing how much they’d all talked about swimming with dolphins off the coast of Adriata. However, she forgot that Nesta had a borderline irrational fear of cruise ships. Nesta said nothing. She endured the entire time on the ship in her room, with a drink in hand.

And she’d plotted her revenge.

Though she couldn’t prove it, Elain was sure Nesta rigged the drawing this year. Immediately after winning, Nesta announced they’d be hiking the Illyrian Wilderness leg of the Prythian Trail. 100 miles of rocky ascent to the base of Ramiel, the towering giant of the Night Province.

Feyre, who had spent ninety percent of her life in backcountry hunting, painting, or photographing wildlife, loved the idea immediately.  

Elain was wary, but she wasn’t backing out. If she knew her older sister, and mother’s tits she truly did, then Nesta had something truly heinous planned for her tattoo. She was the only one still unmarked. She planned to stay that way.

“No! it’s fine Feyre! Really, I’m excited for it! And yes Nesta, I’ll be there,” she chirped, trying to sound more enthusiastic than she felt. 

Feyre was wrong.

Elain was up for it. She loved hiking. Her and Graysen would go camping along the trails near their home in Wall all the time before he…well, before.

It wasn’t like she wasn’t fit either. She had the gear – a Kelty Coyote 65, not the much more expensive one that Nesta insisted on, but a comfortable and affordable option all the same.  She’d even spent every single day looking like an idiot at the gym on a stairmaster with a fully loaded pack on to prepare for what all the guides called a high strenuous uphill hike.

There were a lot of things she didn’t like about the idea of two full weeks in the backcountry with barely any signal. The lack of good food, of toiletries or showers definitely being up there. But she wasn’t going to give them any more reason to call her Little Fawn.  

“Elain we can –”

“I’ve got it,” Elain interrupted stubbornly. “I’ll be there.” 

#acotar #elain archeron #elucien #lucien vanserra #elucienweek2023 #prompt: nature

[this-daydream-is-dangerous-13]

Whoever Cornelia st is really about, she looks upset here:

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSLn2f2HX/

She is not happy having to sing these lines:

So Lover is in my bottom two (don’t come for me! I love MANY songs but it is uneven for me and the YB loathing makes me avoid it more now) and it’s the album whose songs I’ve explored the least for meaning/lyrical parallels. Why?

It might surprise you to know that my initial inclination is not to question the artist’s description of the song’s meaning or muse. It’s only when it *doesn’t make sense* or *seemingly contradicts stuff we have heard them say* or *new songs come out with additional details* (cough RedTV vault cough) that I go digging.

So I have always thought: Cornelia Street = YB. It so clearly describes the Delicate night at the dive bar where something romantic started for them. And like: maybe other stuff happened over those long months with someone else on Cornelia Street too? I have no proof one way or another.

But the stuff she sang about on n3 Mexico City, while upset? Seemed to be YB/related details. Especially based on the reaction.

And I get it. With the info we have now, I personally think their relationship had been circling the drain for a very long time before she called time of death. But for anxious, high achieving, perfectionistic, people pleasers? It feels humiliating and UNSAFE to admit you’ve made a mistake and to do so about something you have so publicly declared to be fated and amazing and destined for forever? 🤮🤮🤮🤮

So singing these songs is likely complicated for her. She has to sing these lyrics that show she was wrong about this man, what he would do and the role he’d “always” play in her life. And it is important that she does it, for her healing and her legacy and growth and all that. But it is also hard and uncomfortable and makes her vulnerable.

I am so proud of her for doing it despite the discomfort. I bet she will not have a problem walking Cornelia Street ever again; what she thought was a lurking monster (their relationship ending) turned out to be a tree (something she need not fear at all because of her resilience).

[cwritesforfun]

(Criminal Minds) Spencer Reid AU x Fem!Reader: Royalty

He's a Duke. You're a Princess. He's been courting you all season and he finally makes his move.

Inspired by Bridgerton

Y/N = Your Name

Master list

Spencer's POV

I have to tell Y/N how I feel.

Last night, I overheard Mr. James P Bloombridge talking to my dear friend, Mr. Derek Morgan. He said that if the Princess didn't agree to marry him, he would blackmail her into doing so. I don't even know what he has on her. She's only ever been kind to people. Not to mention, he's only talked to her once publicly and she refused to talk to him again. He thinks he's all that and that she's playing hard to get. He's always been a bit of a pompous arse, but this is even worse. How could he even think about doing this to Y/N? She doesn't want this or him. You can tell she is physically repulsed by him by her body language. I doubt she even wants me, but I'll try to protect her the best I can. I love her and I have to tell her.

I invited myself over for tea at her palace despite her not inviting me. Is it a little wrong of me considering she is the Princess and I'm just a Duke? Yes. Is it needed? Yes.

I arrive and immediately play with my present to her. I hope she likes it.

I'm led inside and I see her brother who I'm good friend of. He waves to me and keeps walking. He must be busy because he usually stops to talk.

A guard opens the door and announces "Doctor Spencer Reid, the Duke, is here for tea." I really should find a way to abbreviate my name.

I walk inside and see Princess Y/N reading on the couch. She smiles and stands. I walk in and over to her.

I take my seat next to her on the couch and she exclaims "I must admit I was quite surprised to see you asked to come for tea. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I answer "Well you see a lot has happened recently. I had to see you. There are things I must say." She nods and I continue "As you well know, I've been courting you this season. It will come as no shock that I love you. You've made me smile every time we are together, you're beautiful, you're intelligent, and I know you'll make a great Queen one day. I've felt this way for about a week, but recent events caused me to tell you now. You know Mr. James P Bloombridge?" She nods and I continue what I was saying "He plans on blackmailing you to marry him. I don't know why he thinks he has something on you, but I want you to know that if he does have something, I am here for you. I will stay with you no matter what. If he's bluffing, well I personally think he's a pompous arse." She laughs and covers her mouth. I smile and exclaim "I love you Y/N and that's all I have to say. Sorry for rambling. I just wanted you to know and thought you deserved to know." She smiles and replies "Spencer, thank you for telling me. Mr. James P. Bloombridge has nothing on me. He's indeed bluffing for thinking he can trick me into a marriage with him of all people." I smile and laugh a little. She then says "As for your proclamation of love, well I love you too. I love you, Spencer." I smile and ask "May I kiss you?" She nods and we kiss :)

I exclaim "I'm so happy. I was nervous this would go badly. I don't know why I thought that or why I was worried." She smiles and hugs me. We sit cuddled on her couch talking until she starts showing me the book she's currently reading.

After a few hours, Mr. James P. Bloombridge shows up to see Y/N. She asks "Can you stay with me while he's here?" I nod and kiss her on the cheek.

When he walks in, he looks back and forth between us a few times. He then exclaims "Duke, I'm hoping you can leave. I need to speak with Princess Y/N privately." Y/N replies "I asked him to stay. Please continue with whatever you must say. You can say what you want freely in front of the Duke." He replies "Very well. Princess Y/N, would you marry me?" She guffaws and then covers her mouth quickly. She glances at me, puts her hand in mine, turns back to Mr. James P. Bloombridge, and says "I cannot marry you. I'm sorry, but I'm engaged to the Duke." I ... sure yes we are :) I smile and reply "We are indeed engaged. The ring ... ahh that is still in my pocket. Silly me! I just got caught up in the love I feel for Y/N to give it to her." I pull out the ring in my pocket and slide the ring onto her ring finger. She smiles and kisses me on the cheek. Mr. James P. Bloombridge exclaims "Very well. Congrats and goodbye." He then storms out.

I exclaim "You can hand me the ring back if you'd like." She asks "What? You don't want to marry me?" I answer "I ... I do. I didn't get to ask you properly though." She smiles and hands it back to me.

I stand up and ask "Ma'am, will you follow me to the gardens for a quick stroll?" She takes my hand and we walk outside.

We go into the garden and I kneel in front of her. I exclaim "Y/N, I love you. We like the same books. You're kind and smart and beautiful. You're someone who I can depend on. I want to grow old with you and have little mini versions of us. I care about you so much and want to make you happy. Your happiness is my happiness. Your love is my love. I love you. Miss Princess Y/N, will you marry me?" She smiles and answers "Yes I will marry you, Spencer." I stand up, slide the ring back onto her finger, and we kiss again:)

.......................................................................... THANKS FOR READING!!!!

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid royalty #criminal minds imagines

[juliettehv]

IC Task 4: Interrogations

Juliette stared at the three officers sitting on the other side of the room, her eyes stepping from each of her aggressors one after another. What a difference a few hours could make. The night before, she had found herself tangled up with a woman who would never admit that it had occurred. At least not publicly. And now… now she was being brought in for further interrogation in relation to Greer’s disappearance. How fun. As the three investigators looked at each other, she just sat there. Waiting. She could let them come to her. “Alright, let’s get this started.” Agent Brown finally spoke. And so it began.

“Were you aware that Greer Morrison had submitted a video at the end of last year?” Juli heard the words and yet she remained stoic, cold, bored frankly. Her eyes focused straight ahead onto the world in front of her. “No I was not. I’ve never been the rah-rah team spirit type.” She answered simply. She was ice. Cold. Completely detached from the moment that was occurring. It was simple enough to detach herself from her emotions. Especially when the truth would exonerate her. “That’s it? Nothing more to say?” The question was added in, and the blonde woman’s eyes locked directly onto who had let it slip. “I don’t have much to comment. I seem to be playing catch up far more than you all seem to, and if you think you are investigating a serious lead by asking me these questions, then ask me questions relevant to those you need information on. But if you are to ask me things about myself or ask me for speculation, then I will offer you my sincerest apologies, but I won’t dignify a wild goose chase. Or a vvitch hunt. So next question please.”

“Had you ever heard of anything regarding THE NAIVE NEWCOMER using steroids?” Now this was new. Not entirely unexpected, to be completely fair, but she had definitely not been in the loop on that one. “Nothing seriously no. I wouldn’t be shocked at all if he was juicing, you know the hoops these schools make athletes go through. We’re all the best there is, are we not? And our athletes are under pressure to continue making themselves stronger and better than their typical physical gifts make them capable of. If they were as good talent wise as Clayton Kershaw or Bryce Young or Lebron James, they’d be at elite athletic schools. Of course some players are going to be trying to make themselves the best they can be in that way. Do I blame them? No. They can do whatever they want as long as it doesn’t effect me. But apparently according to all of you, it is now.” She stared at the interrogators, remaining as cold and distant as ever. Before she quickly pulled an item out of her pocket and brought it to her lips. “Uh… there’s no vaping in this building, Ms. Hastings-Villiers.” The nicer agent, Choi, added in. “What are you going to do? Arrest me for vaping?” She asked, a small smirk crossing her face as she scanned their faces for reactions. And she locked eyes with the woman in the back, in the corner. Agent Murray. Perhaps a kindred spirit of some sort. She could use that. The two male agents glanced at each other, unease flooding them, at least as it appeared. Before Brown spoke again.

“So uh… had Greer brought up breaking up with him ever? Or anything of the sort, like she did in her video?” A long exhale of vapor escaped the blonde’s lips as she smiled. And then she spoke again. “We didn’t have that type of confidant relationship if I’m completely honest with you. She didn’t come to me for advice or for input on what she was going to do. Though of course… she was sleeping with multiple people on campus aside from him. Probably behind his back. Maybe they were experimenting. Maybe he liked knowing he wasn’t enough for her. But that’s just a thought and I couldn’t assert that as fact. Now I’m sure if you were to try and pursue the jealous lover angle in court his lawyers would argue it. Probably bring up the idea that he most certainly knew something was wrong but that he went along with it for his love for her. Maybe…. Or maybe he was just a fool in love and knew nothing. But no. She never told me anything about that. Perhaps you should look closer at those she was actually sleeping with, rather than just those who may have had attractions to her but never acted upon them. Like I said earlier. We didn’t have that type of relationship.”

Brown seemed almost relieved by the last line in her answer as he immediately spoke up as she finished. “Glad you chose to mention your type of relationship because some other students have brought up your relationship with Greer. Why do you think they thought it was relevant? And would you care to expand upon that relationship?” And the smile was back on Juliette’s face. Cold and hard, certainly, but still a smile. This game was playing right into her hands. “Oh good, we’re going off innuendo and rumor for this case, I’m so glad to hear that’s what the FBI is basing this investigation upon. My relationship with Greer was that I was the heir apparent. I was going to be her as soon as she graduated. Now, obviously, there are some people on campus who would rather I wasn’t that woman, that I wasn’t like them in some of the same ways and that they would be a more fitting person to take the step and become the next most popular and most influential person on campus. The truth is though, I’m a queer woman who is extremely similar to Greer. But I was far from one of her enemies. I admired her. I watched her, I studied her, and I tried to model some aspects of how I interacted with other members of campus off of her. Of course that got me many enemies, just like that got Greer many enemies on campus. So if you want names, I’ll give you names of people who despised that poor girl, people who I wouldn’t be shocked if they did anything illegal or those who I wouldn’t be shocked if it turned out this wasn’t the first disappearance they were linked to. But if one of you two fine young gentlemen were to disappear I’m sure both of you would be much more quick to point the finger at the enemies of whoever was missing rather than to her.” And as soon as the word had left her lips, her eyes had locked on the woman in the back. Agent Murray. “Consider me Greer’s Agent Murray. I knew what I was paying attention to. But it’s not a crime for me to be attentive. If I was working for you like she is, I’m sure you would view it as an asset.” She added on, their eyes locked on each other. A silent battle of wills. A connection of kindred spirits. Of course, where would the fun be in letting the men win and have all their fun. 

The silence hung there. Heavy, oppressing, pregnant with the tension that was existing in every form around them. And then… Brown couldn’t take it anymore. Not only did he speak but it almost seemed like a yell. Like he was trying to cleave the very tension in twain with his words. “Do you have any reason to believe Greer wanted to leave Ogden College?” And then the silence returned. Juliette settled back into her chair, legs crossed, easily, right over the left as she continued to stare a hole through the woman on the other side of the room. “No. I didn’t have that type of relationship with her for her to tell me something like that.  And I can’t comprehend why she would want to do that. She had everything on that campus.” She answered, completely honestly, her gaze never breaking from Agent Murray.

“Were you aware of Greer planning to travel to Portugal this summer?” Juli’s eyes may have stayed solid and locked, but her voice didn’t, a trill of laughter was immediately sent out and she couldn’t help the grin on her face. “You’re going to hate me for this Agent Brown. But no. Because I didn’t have that type of relationship with her.” And as at long last she started to turn her head to look at the Lead Investigator, it happened. Murray looked down at her notepad before Juli could break eye contact. Juli had won. And she immediately snapped onto Brown. “Maybe next time you would like to find better questions that couldn’t be answered by the same answer three times. Being unprepared is a terrible look for you.” And then, finally, the last voice joined the fray. Quiet and unassuming, from the back of the room.

“Is there anything you know that you’re not sharing?” Juli’s smile finally fully broke the surface as she turned her head, looking over at Murray with a sense of self-satisfaction and an absolute certainty that she had somehow wound up in control. And she took the moment before answering to do a very simple action. She uncrossed her legs, eyes glued to Murray's face, left them there for only a second, and then crossed them again, but the other way this time. “Well there are a few things. Of course some of them are quite obvious. Like how Brown’s family despises the fact he’s such a pitfall about work and his work-life balance is non existent, so every previous relationship he’s ever had has failed because he’ll only ever truly be married to his work. Hell, his spouse must feel like his mistress with the way he stays focused on his work so often. And so he fuels all the anger and frustration he has in his personal life into this work, which is why he won’t admit it but he’s enjoying getting to bully all these young college students who he is certain must be involved, though at this point he’s brought in pretty much anyone who’s ever been in contact with the poor girl because he won’t ever admit it to either of you but he’s completely lost and he knows his position is extremely weak.” Eyes and head snapped away from Murray onto Choi. “Choi wants to come across like everyone’s friend, he’s been doing the “good cop, bad cop” game with Brown for longer than he’d care to admit and yet it doesn’t fulfill him. He thinks people will open up to him if he’s nice but he also harbors resentment to Brown for the fact he knows he makes him a less effective agent. The fact that both of you look at Brown, a man who’s tried to model himself to become the ideal G-man. The ideal cop, and yet you both know, as minorities within this field that it harbors quite a bit of the resentment, the hidden underbelly, the shady dealings that the entire world now knows of from your law enforcement officers that you two are standing here and being forced to try and do your best when you despise the fact that you both would think that if push came to shove, Brown would not only sell the two of you out but he might actually have a smile on his face while he did it.That he is the epitome of the American policeman, the epitome of the police officer who has all the answers and refuses to let sleeping dogs lie, he’s who we talk about when we say All Cops Are Bastards and that both of you know that your families and your communities don’t trust you anymore because of your associations with this organization.” Back to Murray, send the knife deep and fucking twist it. “And you Murray. Working for an organization who’s founder hated and hunted MLK to such an extent while you know Brown would do the same thing. How many times have you been made to feel unwelcome here? How many times have you been told that you were not one of them? We both know you don’t fit with them. And that you really, truly, completely, are aware of the fact that you can’t fix the system from within it so why even try? So both of you, are just as guilty as that bastard cop is.” And with that, she finally sat back. Her eyes scanned the two faces she could muster an ounce of empathy and care towards. Brown wasn’t even worth her time. “Is there anything else?” She asked as she started to collect her things.

“No. You’re free to go.” Choi stated quietly, the final word nearly being cut off by the door slamming behind Juli as she walked out.

#ogdentask #task: interrogation #assault mention tw #harassment tw #bigotry mention tw #//this one got long honestly #smoking tw

[shokoism]

posb ch 3

𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ©️ 𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘸𝘰

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱.𝘰.𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.

(You can not believe yourself.)

”I don’t think this is a good idea, Miya.” 

“We’re dating now. Calling me Miya isn’t a good look.” 

You sigh, dragging your hand over your face. “I don’t think dating, fake or not, is a good idea. Everyone will freak.” 

“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” 

“If I wanted to completely humiliate him I’d have done it by now, don’t you think?” 

(Osamu can not believe you. You’re you, and you’re thinking about backing out over Atsumu’s image after a year of being dragged along at arms length to events like a rental girlfriend?) (His brother was an idiot.)

“Better you than him?” 

You tighten your grip on your phone, a proxy for glaring at Osamu for his (rude) honesty. “I just don’t think publicly fucking over a popular athlete by rebounding with his identical twin will end well for me. There’s better ways for me to get back at him.”

”Like?”

You sigh. “I can think of a couple.” 

“Spitball ‘em with me.” 

“No.” 

“Exactly.” (Osamu wracks his brain. There has to be a way to coax you to play along. His meathead brother’d never his lesson otherwise.) “You’re blowin’ this up into some big media event. S’not like anyone’s live blogging the dating history of Onigiri Miya’s owner.” 

If you’re being completely transparent, your sudden hesitancy has very little to do with sympathy for Atsumu (who, all things considered, deserved exactly the type of treatment you’d outlined) and more to do with your general distrust of the Miyas. Osamu had taken an entire year to extend this single act of kindness your way after gladly spectating your own public humiliation. He’s definitely using you for something, and you’re just not sure you’ll be able to use him back enough to make dating him worthwhile. (Fake dating, he’d remind you, not like that’d make it any less annoying.)

“What’s in it for you anyways?” 

“Honestly?” 

“As much as you’re capable of being.” 

(He’ll let your smart ass comment go because he’s trying to be convincing, dammit.)

”’Tsumu’s always been a pain in the ass. Girls like him sure, but only the ones that think they know him, and never the ones that actually do. Hell, nobody thought you’d stick around half as long as you did—we had a whole betting pool going but we gave up after you kept showin’ up to post games.”

”Who won?” 

“Doesn’t matter.” 

(Sure it did. You’ll ask around.)

”And what’s that got to do with me?”

”Well clearly you like him for some fuckin’ reason, and he likes you, even though he’s an idiot that has no idea what to do about it. He’ll grow up real fast when he sees me in front of all of his friends with everything he lost out on.” 

You’re tempted to hang the phone up then and there. 

“So what, I’m supposed to ‘heal’ your emotionally stunted brother after being chained to him for a year? For free? I don’t like him that much.”

(He doesn’t have to see you to know that you’re lying.) (Or how close you are to really calling this whole thing off.)

“And,” he drawls, his tone bordering cocky as he pulls out his trump card, “instead of looking like a scrub that clung onto her pro athlete boyfriend only to get washed out by another hotter courtside girlfriend, you’ll be the one moving on and driving him up the wall.” 

Osamu’s finally said something that matters to you. (You were not another body in ’Tsumu’s lineup of pretty girls to fuck and show off to the fans. You’d make sure he couldn’t move on until you really did.) (Dating around while ‘occupied’ would be tricky, but ‘Samu was also just another civilian.)

(And the thought of Atsumu moving on in days like you were just another hookup makes you sick. Like, more than you’d care to admit.) 

“This is still a bad idea,” you grumble.

“I’ve had worse,” Osamu quips back, pleased with himself.

/

You have to agree with Osamu. Fake dating definitely wasn’t his worst idea, at least not compared to dragging you along to the very same bar that the MSBY Black Jackals just so happened to frequent at exactly the same time as your date, and without so much as a warning. (You think you might actually hurl.)

"You're the worst," you hiss, pinching him.

"You wouldn't have showed up if I'd warned ya."

"Yeah, obviously."

Osamu grabs your elbow, a semblance of a comforting gesture. (He's probably having the time of his life.) "C'mon, we gotta break the news to him somehow."

"Preferably without springing any surprises on me too, I'd thought."

"That's no fun."

You roll your eyes. (With the way your heart's racing—as if you were scared of Atsumu—you're bound to trip over yourself in front of him.) "I need a moment."

"Don't be too long," he hums, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek. You shudder and make a beeline for the bathroom.

(This was a bad idea.) 

You stare at your reflection, eye to eye. You're young, and pretty, and single. Who cares about what either of the Miyas have to say about you? Osamu'd talked you into this to torture you just as much as his own brother, and you'd fallen for his excuses in a moment of weakness. You needed to move on.

The sharp knock on the door makes you jump. "Occupied." You groan when another equally impatient knock follows. "It's occupied."

"Lemme in."

You groan even louder. You don't have to, not technically, but Atsumu gets what Atsumu wants and you know he'll wait outside the door for as long as it takes to confront you. (At least in the bathroom you can enjoy some measure of privacy.) You steady yourself with a deep breath before quietly turning the lock on the door. 

He barges in without a moment to spare.

“That’s cute. You and ‘Samu teaming up against me now?”

You cross your arms. “I am trying to enjoy my night.” 

“All you’re ‘trying’ to do is show up and ruin mine.” His expression hardens. (You’re struck by how unfriendly he looks.) “Get outta here.”

Any lingering affection for your ex crumbles away at his disgusted tone. “Go pick on your brother if you’re looking for a fight.”

”I can multitask.”

“You’re so clever,” you simper mockingly.

”What are you doing?” This heated question is even more surprising than the cool anger from just before. “You’re the one who dumped me. Move on.” 

“I am.” 

“Move on with someone else.”

”Because I need your blessing before going out with a grown man who can make his own decisions?”

”Because he’s my fuckin’ twin,” he finally hisses, “and I want you to leave him outta this.”

The accusations lacing his words hurt, not because he’d chosen them to hurt you but especially because he hadn’t. Forget Osamu—you’re reminded full force of why you’d dumped Atsumu in the first place. (He'd always made you feel so much smaller—no—so much less than him.) (Not everything is about you, you want to scream.)

“Then why don’t you go bully your poor fucking twin who asked me out? Is your head actually so far up your own ass that you couldn’t even notice him chasing after me right in front of you?” (You're technically lying, but you’re hellbent on hurting him as much as he’d hurt you.) “Other people’s lives don’t revolve around you no matter how hard you try to make everyone your side kick. Leave yourself out of this.” 

“Is this a joke? You two can’t stand each other!”

”And you thought I could stand you up until a couple days ago, so I'd say you don’t know shit ‘Tsumu.”

“Get out of my face.”

“Get out of my fucking bathroom.”

(Atsumu slams the door shut behind him.) 

/

You stalk across the dimly lit room, making a show of cutting through the crowd before grabbing your (fake) boyfriend by the collar of his shirt. 

“What?” 

“D’you want to kiss me?”

Osamu grins. “What’s with the change of heart?”

”You’ve got all of five seconds to impress me,” you huff, tugging him closer.

He leans over to meet you halfway, slotting his lips over yours gently. (You’re surprised. He hadn't struck you as the gentle type.) You rock back against your heels and he follows, bending over to deepen the kiss. (His nails are digging through your top. You don't need to check to know there's crescents debossed into you.) (You don't like that.)

You don't bother to check for Atsumu when you pull away—the deviant smile tilting Osamu's lips up to the left tells you all you need to know.

"You're still a despicable person," you muse aloud, but there's no bite behind your bark. (And a good kisser.) 

"Great minds think alike."

(He thinks so too.)

#Atsumu miya x reader #osamu miya x reader #Atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #posb

[drunkroosters]

I don’t want to bring the RT/AH drama to my personal blog but I have an important thing to say, and you’re compiling.

As someone who spent ~5 years watching hundreds of hours of their content, the fact that their employees are overworked is not news! They joked about it for years. Especially the animation department. There were countless videos and podcasts where they joked about the horrible working conditions of the animation department and praised them for putting up with it. When Monty died 90% of everything anyone said about him was how he worked himself to the bone for the company and how fantastic they all thought that was. And honestly, that’s incredibly messed up.

Listening to all of this go down I honestly feel like there is a lot that us fans can learn from this. We aren’t responsible for the choices the company made and continue to make, but I can’t be the only one who uncomfortably laughed along to those jokes and thought “well if they’re joking about it, they must be okay with it, right?” I spent years loving this company, and I saw TONS of red flags. I just chose not to look at them, because I loved the content I was seeing and didn’t want to deal with the thought that I was supporting something perpetrating toxic behaviours. Now that it’s all coming out, I’ve been responding in shock and surprise like everyone else but deep inside there’s something needling me to remember all the times I chose not to recognize that this was happening in front of me.

There is a type of culpability in that too. We should have never let them admit to us how bad it was and play it off like a joke. Please, if content creators you love are joking about mistreating their employees, point it out, ask questions, let them know it’s not funny. We can’t guarantee their behaviour will change, but it’s better than sitting in silence. It’s better than laughing along and hoping everyone else is in on the joke too. Because if they can admit it publicly without receiving any backlash, why would they ever make a change? If they have told us all their crimes, and we have all agreed it’s funny, why would anyone ever feel like there is power in coming forward?

Anyway. That’s just my thoughts.

I'm sorry I just saw this anon, but you're god damn right. We all ignored the concerning jokes when we probably shouldn't have, even if we can't control the comany's choices.

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

"You see, in poker, as in business, the key to success is to determine your opponent's strength and, more importantly, his weaknesses. Everyone has a tell, a weakness of character that manifests itself physically."

“When it comes to Pierce, he tends to smooth back his hair when he has a good hand.  He’s a vain bastard, much like yourself, Allerdyce, and a scrawny blond one who isn’t nearly as handsome as he thinks he is.  You’ll be two peas in a pod.”

“And why are you sending me in, exactly?”  Pyro asked, ignoring the insult.  It was just par for the course from Sebastian.  “I’ve played some poker in my time, but I admit, I’m not exactly an expert.”

“Because you’re the only one of us that Pierce doesn’t know,” Shaw said.  “He’s familiar with the X-Men, he knows Emma and myself, naturally.  Christian and Shinobi will be suspect, due to their relationship to us.  But Pyro is a minor criminal beneath his notice – “

Pyro heaved a theatrical sigh, crossing his arms.     

“-and you’ve somehow managed to keep your real identity under wraps, despite your careless impulsivity and craving for attention.  Pierce will sniff out any one of us in civilian attire, even Bishop.  But he won’t suspect romance novelist St. John Allerdyce, especially now that you’ve lost that ridiculous tattoo.  And with the success of your most recent books, you’ll have a seat at the big boys table.”

“I’m not betting my own money,” Pyro said. 

“Fine.  I can respect your common sense in that regard.  But don’t expect to share in any of the spoils if you’re not willing to take any risk,” Sebastian responded. 

“I am taking a risk, though, aren’t I?  I don’t mix my mutant life and civilian life for good reason.  Don’t cross the streams and all that.  You’re putting me in the middle of mutant business as St. John Allerdyce, and if I get outed, my sales could tank.  People get ‘cancelled’ for much less.”

“I’ll tell you what, Allerdyce,” and Pyro did not notice the sharp gleam in Sebastian’s eye, “Let’s draw up a contract to mitigate those risks.  You can even have your lawyer friend Mr. Hamilton take a look at it before you sign anything.” 

The mission was a success, as far as Marauders missions went.  They got away with very valuable information about Reaver tech and Pierce’s latest schemes, as well as a handful of high-value poker chips and most of the rings off Pierce’s right hand, snatched respectively by Pyro and Shinobi.  The only casualty was the secret identity of St. John Allerdyce, aka Pyro, who was forced into publicly using his powers when violence inevitably broke out.

Pyro barely had time to rage at Sebastian before Emma was whisking him off for news interviews and talk show appearances where she told him exactly what to say and how to say it.  Pyro didn’t think Emma particularly liked him, and the feeling was mutual, but she took care of Kate’s crew, and that included him.  By the end of three weeks, Pryo would gladly call Emma his best friend, as the exposure of his secret life as a mutant terrorist had somehow been spun into increased book sales.  People yelled at him on Twitter, but they bought his bloody books all right, and Pyro was laughing all the way to the bank.

The laughing stopped when he realized that some of his money seemed to be disappearing, and he finally looked at the fine print of the contract he’d signed with Sebastian, which Stonewall had assured him was legit.  The contract had promised that Sebastian would pay damages if Pyro’s identity was exposed on the mission, leading to decreased book sales.

But it also promised Sebastian a cut of the profits if the opposite happened - if exposure of his identity lead to increased sales. 

“No risk, no reward, Allerdyce,” Sebastian practically sang when confronted.

Pyro was going to kill Louis.

(OOC: Louis Hamilton, aka Stonewall, Pyro’s old Freedom Force team-mate is a lawyer, although if that one issue with Freedom Force staging a fake trial is any indication, he might not be a very good one.)

[elffees]

here because of the anon who sent that ask about jacob!

yes 👏 everything you said, just yes. he's such a goofball and a dork, and just adorable. I've seen people call him 'cringe', and sure he can be, but it's not like the others aren't. I haven't really been involved in the fandom publicly, but from what I've seen he's the only character where people nitpick at his flaws. Again, I haven't really been involved so let me know if this isn't true!

honestly at first he didn't catch my eye (talking about trailers and such) but then I played the game and just absolutely fell in love with him

- 🌹

we’re on a similar page. from what i saw before playing, Jacob didn’t interest me much. i was more excited for Justice Smith bc The G*t Down is one of best shows i’ve ever watched. but now that i’ve finished The Quarry several times over, Jacob has held the Number #1 spot for my favorite character!

he’s such a dork and he really warms my heart. not to mention his serious sides. Jacob has alarmingly low self esteem and abandonment issues that become more apparent the later into the game you get. he’s a really interesting character!

abt the cringe stuff: any Supermassive fan getting on a character for being cringe must’ve been asleep when their other games were released. one of the company’s most well known perks is quirky dialogue so to suddenly have a problem with it now is wild.

so far the biggest group i’ve seen that found Jacob embarrassing are the let’s players who were more focused on pairing Jacob up with Emma, instead of genuinely enjoying the characters as their own people. which is sad bc Emma and Jacob are a lot more than just their former romance.

for example, if you look at the “peanut butter butterpops” dance as Jacob simply trying to woo Emma, then yes it’s a bonafide fail. but if you view it as Jacob being super excited to find a snack he hasn’t seen in years, one he loved so much that he memorized it’s jingle, and is so overjoyed at finding a bag he erupts in unrestrained song and dance, only to grow even MORE excited at the idea of introducing said snack to someone who’s never had it before, then the moment comes off as endearing and tooth achingly sweet.

abt the nitpick stuff: tbf i don’t think Jacob is the only character that gets picked on:

Ryan definitely does, like a horrendous amount. most of the times i’ve seen ppl praise his character is just when they ship him with Dylan. and even THEN sometimes ppl will say comments like “Dylan deserves so much better tho, poor guy”. Ryan gets shat on a lot and it’s very uncalled for imo.

as does Emma. ppl hated her island vlogging and call her all types of insults for the way she went abt the dare. which is unfair bc there’s tons of moments where Emma’s deeper personality shines. she’s very concerned for the well being of animals and only wants to make ppl as happy as she can. she is not just “The Girl Who Kissed Her Best Friend’s Crush”™️. she’s fleshed out and deserves her props.

and then there’s that “sociopath/secretly abusive Nick” thing going around. i’ll admit i thought it had merit for a short while, but i’ve come to realize it doesn’t, not as much as ppl think it does anyway.

i believe the only ones who are solid fan faves are Dylan and Kaitlyn. 90% of the fanbase loves Laura, but debate whether she took up too much screentime in Chapter 7 or not. i love Laura but i’m part of the group that agrees her story shouldve either been spread out more or saved for a DLC.

#asks #🌹 anon #the quarry #the quarry spoilers // #jacob custos #thanks for the ask!!!!

[vodkaleaf]

Just a PSA: Some people can bring out the worst in you from the toxic behaviors they’ve distributed and if they can’t admit that, they’ll never get it or grow as a person.

No, I shouldn’t have messaged you at all and let you stay delusional because you never liked to listen to opposite views regarding your behavior or take responsibility when it comes to someone you don’t like. I felt guilty after messaging you harshly from that eating disorder awareness account because I do have a conscience despite whatever you believe about me. I didn’t think you’d take the overall message seriously if I had made my identity clear, but it didn’t matter anyway to you. However it’s true that willingly promoting dangerous behaviors for attention and play is not positive or beneficial, and you’ve seen the picture of what fat does to your heart. It’s not empowering and it’s not just fantasy if it will affect your real life. Ask your doctor about it and see what he/she says. Also, harassing people from multiple different accounts with immature lies/nasty jokes long after you’ve cut ties (Telling a family member to message a former friend and threaten to behead them, DEFEND IT, but play as if you weren’t involved at all) and posting a bunch of misinforming TikToks to slander them but then acting surprised when they message you even though it was wrong/immature to stoop to your level, you will get what you give in life. “I should just let people do whatever they want to me?” Same here, even though most likely no sane person would believe someone who’s been in and out of mental hospitals several times and constantly posts about their drama like a 14 year old, blaming literally everyone else but themselves. It’s time to act your age instead of whining when things don’t go your way. Nobody owes you SHIT.

People with god complexes have excuses for everything. No I wasn’t perfect in our friendship and I’ve admitted that. I picked up some pretty unhealthy behaviors from you and other people/projected certain things dumb onto you from my past as well as you did to me, but you DID give me trauma that you won’t admit to, so why should anyone believe what you say? The world doesn’t have to kiss your ass in order to be unproblematic. If you constantly blame everyone else for your wrongdoings to defend yourself when you’re acting like someone else is bad for doing the same thing, that’s beyond comprehension. You’re a hypocrite. When you willingly engaged in/made up the idea for some of those things but it’s not your fault at all in your head, you are toxic.

Funny to call people like me transphobic when there are trans people out there who publicly agree with us but are shunned by much of the LGBT community because god forbid anyone doesn’t agree with them, even their own people. It’s delusional for you to think I wanted to leave you for only one reason when you were constantly destroying yourself in every way possible and messing up my nervous system, not to mention the fact that so many people in my life were baffled by the stability you openly showed that you lack, and thought it was best for me to no longer contact you. Most of your friends that are equally as mentally unstable as you, telling you that I was abusive from whatever you said has no relevance or true knowledge. It is in no way equal or logical for numerous reasons. I don’t even have to say it because looking at them and hearing about their actions/behaviors was enough. The others who may be closer to sane you manipulated because you’re good at that, much like your parent you despise and say you’re nothing like. People never want to hear the other side of the story.

“Don’t be angry because I decided to grow up,” okay.. so posting TikToks of yourself with binkies in your mouth, drawing childish furries to escape responsibility for your actions, never owning up to anything that you’ve done wrong, posting all of your personal info about your life publicly that literally no one needs to know but you and people close to you just to get attention, posting on your story you don’t believe you’ve ever grown up internally and that you’re likely just playing pretend, promoting stuffing yourself up until you get health issues and thinking that people who engage in that “fantasy” actually love you and want you to be healthy (which is twisted if you look at it from an outside perspective), calling anyone who doesn’t agree with your identity when you’ve changed your pronouns and sexuality nonstop bc you can’t seem to make up your mind a transphobe/bigot, saying you feel like a different person constantly, asking your friend if you’re actually trans and then insisting later on it wasn’t from self doubt but rather judgment, openly talking about your privates on your account and bragging about them but insisting you’re still a trans male with real dysphoria, telling your friend when you edged yourself and say you’ll need to talk to them about your sexual attraction/actions with females when they’re not comfortable because of their past, say you would make out with literally anyone but that doesn’t mean you’re attracted to them, make fun of your friend’s interests as a joke but then get offended suddenly when they do the same with you and proceed to call them unsupportive, get pissed that your friend didn’t believe in something that isn’t supported by science and is claimed by people who face many mental issues, defend posting about taking blood baths and downing a bunch of pills ironically after someone respectfully says they don’t want to be friends anymore and say suddenly that it wasn’t for that reason, defend shoplifting and acting like a baby as a legal adult in public, dress as the complete opposite gender than what you want to be referred to as and then get pissed when people point it out because you supposedly face dysphoria, thinking literally everything about your former friend is the same as it used to be because you’re projecting your insecurities onto them.. all of that isn’t childish or delusional at all? I beg to differ. You defend literally all of these behaviors. That is the opposite of growing up.

Whether you want to accept it or not, you influenced me in bad ways and guilted me into staying in your life because I felt sorry and terrified for you. I had to sit there shaking and crying SO MANY TIMES, wondering if you were going to kill yourself after you made it clear you had the intention to harm yourself in dangerous ways. You ended up in the mental hospital joking around as if everything was fine, and expect me to say you were a healthy and good friend to be around??? You shoplifted in front of me and justified it. We both could’ve gotten arrested. I told you to put it back but you didn’t listen. You decided to steal from a very valuable alcohol bottle from my grandmother but justified it because I drank some with you too. You elbowed her aggressively out of the way as you were walking by during the house drama and gave her a bruise. You shoved my mother and father back, but when your father did this to you, you cried that it was assault. You banged hard on my house from the outside and hit yourself in the head repeatedly instead of trying to calm the situation and prove that you’re mentally stable. You edited pictures of people you didn’t like in the most immature ways like a preteen, posted it when I told you it’s not a good idea, and then got pissed when they messaged you about it. You told me it was wrong to not want to hang out in public with someone in a fursuit and not want to watch lesbians make out or act sexual in public because it makes me uncomfortable due to embarrassing reminders of my past. I’m sorry but dressing up as a furry to go to the store, the park, or for god sakes in my damn backyard, is not normal to do as an adult and I do not as an adult woman NEED to be okay with and do everything you want me to, yet you expected me to do/be okay with EVERYTHING you wanted or I was automatically abusive? Get help is all I can say. You blame everyone possible but never stop to think about yourself. Look deep inside yourself if you’re able and question your actions. If you are not messed up like your parents then act like it.

I won’t name you out of respect, because I know I’m a good person. I am not immature or petty enough to do that. I’m proud of myself for how far I’ve come since we cut each other off. I acknowledge my past wrongs and I’ve grown from them just like I’ll grow all throughout my life like everyone else, but I won’t blame myself for things that I know were done for my own well-being. I’ve changed so so much within a few months after we stopped communicating and accomplished things in my life that people told me I never could. It’s been nearly two years now but it’s felt like many more with my growth and change of mind, and I’ve surrounded myself with better people. I really hope for people like you to realize one day though, they are not the saints/Gods they think they are. Spend time alone and think about everything you’ve done and if all of it was reasonable or if you could be wrong about some of it. It will change your life. Believe me.

#I normally don’t post stuff like this #I sent the post to this person along with a message and all they responded with was a cuss for using their former nickname #and begged me to block because I was annoying them #thanks for proving my point and of course not addressing literally anything because you know you’re wrong #not to mention the fact your tiktok bio says average male manipulator #I’ll forgive you one day but it won’t be for a long time #it’s rather comforting to know that karma finds everyone eventually #I should’ve sent this to begin with instead of immaturely engaging with your past bs and stooping to your level #there’s no way anyone could possibly reason with someone like you #but this was a necessary specific step taken in order to help me heal #vent #personal #lol