#in this case it was a leak on the SAME PLANE THAT HAD A LEAK LAST YEAR. *AGAIN*.

[provendermalkin]

there's not a lot you can count on in this world but one thing never changes

#boomers will really say autism is new and then ignore their neighbors and sons committing treason over the treads on a tank being 1/18" off #mine #war thunder #reset the clock #in this case it was a leak on the SAME PLANE THAT HAD A LEAK LAST YEAR. *AGAIN*. #lmao yes for those wondering if you check my tags: it was the su-57

[honeykaes]

—𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲-𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲-𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲

genshin girls fucking you <3

feat. beidou, yae miko, raiden ei, raiden shogun, lisa, eula, yelan

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, strap-ons, cunniligus impact play, hair pulling, toys, electro-stimulation dumbification , overstimulation, brat-taming threesome (raiden), face-sitting, fingering, edging, filming (mona), camgirl (mona), temperature play, degradation, wax play (yelan) unedited

Beidou loves fucking you front behind. The smirk that always creeps up onto her face, watching his strap sink into your gushing entrance. Her pace will always be relentless, a fistful of your hair in her grip as she thrusts, deep inside of you.

She can practically see you fluttering tighten down on the strap, as the bed squeaks under the two of you. It wouldn’t take long for your upper body to lose—your head in her soft silky sheets, ass up to give her a better view.

Her hands would run across her breasts, tugging and tweaking roughly at one of her nipples as her free hand smacks down on your ass—wanting to see the ripple traveling through the plush surface and an imprint there to show off in the mirror in case you missed her later <3

You knew not to tease and mess with her. Yae had no patience for a brat after all. She barely had any patience as it is.

So it was no wonder you were clinging onto the bedsheets as a dildo buzzed deep inside of you, grazing the spongey part inside of you. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head, droop leaking down your glossy lips as she continuously pushed the dildo in and out of you.

She gave a dramatic yawn, knowing you wouldn’t even be able to process that she wanted to do even more to you. She snapped her fingers towards your eye, no response besides your quiet mumbling.

Scoffing, her fingers grazed down your clit buzzing with electricity. As it shock down on the sensitive nub, your back arch, body vibrating as it reached its umpteeth climax.

Yae could only laugh, pressing her lips down on your clit with that same electricity sparking on it. Maybe this will remind you not to tease a fox of all things.

When Ei invited you to see her at the Plane of Euthymia, you weren’t expecting to see her puppet waiting there, arms crossed.

Nothing could prepare you for what was about to happen.

The puppet glared down at you, grinding her hips down as she sat on your face. Her hands were placed on your hands that were tightly clasping her thighs, as you tried to keep up with her libido—tongue swirling around the Shogun’s clit.

It was hard to stay focused though when Ei herself buried herself in your sobbing cunt. As her own digits dipped down, slowly fucking herself at a slow pace—she flattened her tongue, sucking your clit as if her life depended on it.

You didn’t realized you stopped eating the puppet out when electro buzzed on your nipples, now hardened as your body jolted from both pain and pleasure.

“I didn’t think that I was finished yet. Keep up, and we may reward you. You would like that, pet?” The Shogun mused. All you could do was nodded your head, your legs clamping down and grinding on Ei’s own tongue.

You really needed to return your books on time. Lisa had told you that time and time again, even with you being her lover wouldn’t change her strict policy—especially when it came to her favorites in the library.

So it wouldn’t be a surprise when you were tied up to one of the chairs with ribbon, as Lisa pressed her head against your thigh, fingers rapidly entering inside of you. Your muffled voice echoed out, tasting her panties she bundled into her mouth.

Lisa only hummed, spreading her fingers wide and curling them up causing you to struggle against the bindings.

“I’m close…I’m so close!” you tried to say, only for her to completely stop to your dismay. Her fingers were completely coated with your slick, even dripping in a pull on the chair. She simply placed them in her mouth, swirling her lips clean before inserting her digits right back into your plush insides.

“Hehe…you only get to cum if you proved you’re good. That’s seems fair, right?~” she coos.

Those five hours you had forgotten to return the book, she had brought you to edge for five times in return.

As she finally reached your climax, your whole body shivered in the intense pleasure Lisa had given you. She pressed a chaste kiss to your inner thigh, spreading your tired and trembling legs wide before leaning in.

“It’s only right I get to clean up what a mess I made you, hehe…!~”

You must have passed out by the time she was done with you <33

You didn’t know what being filmed caused Mona to completely indulge herself in sex, but it always did without fail.

She whined pushing the vibrator inside of her more, before her tongue went over to graze your cunt. The intensity and speed her tongue swirling and grazed against your clit overwhelmed you, as her hands reached up clasping against your chest.

You could feel her smiling, spreading her ass wider to the fans so excited to see you two fucking each yet again.

Leaning away, Mona spit on your already dripping folds—letting your opening completely devour her fingers, curling and thrusting inside of you.

“You lot will never get to know just how beautiful this pussy is,” she scoffed with a smile, going right back down to thrust her tongue inside of you.

Eula frown never soften seeing you struggle to ride on her strap. Your consistent whines, complaining how cold and big it was just seemed to irritate the aristocrat.

With a sigh, her fingernails buried themselves in the plush of your ass—positioning you up. Your body shivered feeling the cold object press against your glistening folds before she roughly bottomed out causing you to gasp.

She continuously bounced you on that strap as your arms reached over, holding her closer grinding yourself to get any bit of friction on the spongey patch inside of you that causes you to see stars. Eula only sighed, lifting your chin up with her grasp—before bottoming out even more—her strap grazing your cervix as she thrusted even harder.

“So so so needy and pitiful. Just what am I going to do with you, hm,” she murmured, lips curling into a smile hearing you scream out her name again and again.

You could only cling onto Yelan as she cruelty chuckled above you—your eyes shut tight trying not to focused on the vibrator tightly nestled and stimulating your needy clit.

Your thighs clung to one another, your slick smearing all across it as Yelan flicked your nipple with her freshly manicured finger as you shivered from the pain and the pleasure.

“Shhh, you got one more and I’ll finally let you have my fingers. Can your slow brain handle that~” she chuckles. She had told you this repeatedly for an hour straight, the candle brightly lit in her grasp before tilted it down letting the hot wax graze your ass and lower back.

Your body shivered from overstimulation, struggling to even form the words as she tapped your cheek to gain your attention once more.

“Okay. Just one more…just one more—“ she repeated, turning the remote to its max setting causing the vibrator to brutally buzz your already stimulate clit.

All she wanted you to do was cum from her just one more time after all <3

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #beidou x reader #beidou smut #yae miko x reader #yae miko smut #raiden shogun x reader #raiden shogun smut #mona x reader #mona smut #eula x reader #eula smut #yelan x reader #yelan smut

[astrid-sorensen]

Healing you - Joel Miller x reader

Genre : Angst, Fluff, Hurt + Comfort my favourite.

Word count : 2,040

Warnings : Established relationship, nightmares, injury, child death yk the drill. Tell me if I missed any and feedback welcome!

MASTERLIST

A long 12 years after Sarah’s death, Joel can’t seem to open up to you again. But you’re never gonna stop trying.

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You woke to him pivoting your leg off to his side, leaving him just enough room to shuffle his large mass in between your legs, easing his weight down on top of you. His fingertips dug into the plane of your lower back, his skull pressed in between the bare flesh of your breasts. You began to straighten on the bed, awaiting his next move. His wavy hair a messy mop on his head as you began to lovingly comb through the ashy strands.

The dark hollow glow of your Boston apartment echoed with the eventual quiet sobs of Joel, your Joel. Agonising nights like this weren't uncommon, Joel always struggled with rest without the help of pills and brown malt liquor. And when the nightmares rolled in, he turned to you for comfort as his fatigued cries lulled himself back to sleep.

You clutched across his broad shoulders, attempting to soothe him with your words. "Shhh, I've got you. I'm here." Hot drops of his pain pooled on your skin, if you weren't so pained you'd had wiped them away. Joel wouldn't have minded, but you couldn't bring yourself to disturb him. He pressed harder into your sternum, the rhythmic thump of your beating heart grounding him. Eyes watching down as his face scrunched up tightly before softening.

The eventual soft snores of his blocked nostrils signally he had finally drifted off again. You let out a soft breath you didn't realise you were holding. God, he was in so much pain, it stunned you every time. Even though his blank stares and loss of affection had become a sort of ritual by now. Love and tenderness were an abandoned cause.

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"Ready?" The southerner asked from where he was stood, packed and ready to go. Joel's words were few and far between, so unlike the cheery funny man you once knew back in sunny Austin. You shot him a sharp nod, tucking your trusty dagger in a leather case and into your side pocket.

You followed him out the QZ, cold benevolent rain drops pattering down on the stark city streets. You only had to skip past two soldiers before crouching through the busted wire fence, it were only a matter of time before the tear would be sealed up again. You crossed short planes of long grass and rubble terrain before entering the safety of the nearest borough, no one from the QZ would be after you now. Watching your step not to trip or slip on the muddy ground.

You trekked along, Joel's large hand falling to his side, his fingers loosing hanging. Envisioning your palms closing around each others, the heartwarming feeling of companionship. But you didn't dare establish it. You had tried many times, the forbidding shake of his arm to get you off, too painful to bare singly once more.

"Hey, Joel?"

"Yes."

"I wanna talk to you abo-"

The grooved soles of you feet were no match against the sloped grass, your boot making a sharp decline behind your front one. Pulling you down to the concrete ground you'd started from.

A burning pain shot through your knee, a squeal and grunt leaking from your lips as you moved to steady yourself on the floor. You eyes squeezed shut as you straightened your leg, the pain only intensifying. Joel had quickly jumped back down to join you sitting on the cobbles.

"We're going home now." He stated bluntly. You interjected. "It's not safe. You’re unable to walk properly."

"No, it's ok-"

Brawn branches heaved you up from your standpoint. In another life you could picture this same position, grins ear to ear as the church bells rang. Lily white petals fluttering and spinning through the air as they fell to the chapel floor. 'Just married' drawn on the back of the vehicle as you left for your honeymoon. Bliss. A utopian yet impossible bliss.

Your wrists curled around the thick trunk of his neck, the grisly hairs scratching across you skin. Tucking into his neck for better weight distribution you noticed how close you were. The deepened frown lines of his face and the golden glow of his beautiful tanned skin. The sight made you hands clammy, you don't remember the last time you gazed upon him this close. A heat spilled into the depths of your rib cage.

Back at the flat, Joel kicked open the fragile wooden door, then slammed it shut behind him. He strode into the living area, ever so compassionately plopping you upon the torn up couch. The back of your head touched the cushion, a controlled breath leaving your cracked lips at the pain.

"Still bad?" His eyebrow cocked towards you inquisitively. Your eyes shut briefly with a nod of your neck, the larger male crouching down to the floor as he decided what to do next. "Pants off." The Texan told you. Your began to shuffle out of the worn out denim, filled with thinned patches and threadbare.

He noticed your difficultly and you leaned your weight with your upper back against the furniture, his hands grabbing simultaneously at the waistband to tug down the fabric. Once you got to your knees he eased out your good leg, before doing the same to the other mercifully.

"Shit." He gruffly leaked under his breath. The swollen cup of your knee cap, red and beginning to bruise. His hands moved to the wounded limb, one pressed on the side of your thigh as the other lay on the light hair of your shin. It was worse than you had both expected. "You need'a rest."

Later, your rested your leg outstretched on the worn out mattress. “I’ve gotta finish this run. Should be back tomorrow if I’m lucky.”

“Joel?” He turned facing you. “I love you.” His nodded, eyes gazing off in a line as the words registered in his head and like that he was gone. The worst part was that night, it didn’t feel too different to normal. Empty and cold.

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The next evening you woke to the door shutting. Quickly you turned to the bedside draw, shaky hands gripping at the handle to pull it out and fetch your dagger. The tall dark male entered, your heart pounding once more before started to go back into rhythm. “Fuck.” You heaved in shock. Joel sent you an apologetic look, emptying his pockets of his weapons and supplies before standing over the bed.

“You hungry? Cold?" Joel was curious, he had deep purple bags under his eyes and a shallow cut on his jaw. You would ask him about it later.

"No, I'm okay."

"Ok, I'll just-"

"Can you come here?" He meandered closer standing to the side of the bed as he sat into his hip. You sat up moving across so he could perch on the side, your foreheads touching as you placed a hand to his toughened cheek. You leant in, millimetres away from your lips touching — his head turned, facing away from you.

Your hand fell in rejection, the familiar crushing weight of loss cascading through you. "You won't even kiss me anymore," You let the words hang, his head tilted in what looked like guilt. Your heart ached for his love again his longing and desire. You used to be like rabbits never able to keep your mitts off of each other.

"And we haven't had sex in years." Your tears bubbled as the statements festered in the grooves of your brain. “Joel, please stop pushing me away."

"She wasn't even your daughter." You hunched away from him, the stinging sharp torture of your knee paling in comparison to the sentence just uttered. You lower lip dropped in shock, unable to fathom how he could muster such a thing.

"You knew how close I was to her. I spent years getting to know her and looking after her! How dare you!" His jaw tightened, still not daring to look at your furious expression. "I know your mourning her! I am too! But you don't know how it feels to mourn someone whose hasn't even died!" The words stung the brunette like an angry wasp.

"Baby-"

"No, Joel. Don't.” Mumbled words slipped through your teeth. “I can't take this anymore, I miss you so much. I just wish I could make you happy."

"You do make me happy." Joel commented. His eyes scanned down to see a small silver chain hung around the supple skin of your throat. A small diamond heart pendant hung from the jewellery.

Joel gifted it to you for your birthday one year after a lovely romantic dinner at your favourite restaurant of course. He’d paid Tommy to look after Sarah that night, leaving you enough time to have a long hot bubble bath with some red wine. Joel was joint at your hip that day, always a hand on you whether it be holding your hand, around your waist or shoulders or resting softly on your thigh.

You were like a drug to him, he was hooked. Smothering you in kisses and heartfelt confession of his love. Making your next sentence a torturing wake up call.

"You can't even look at me anymore.”

"No, no." His body spun from where he was sat, leaping over you til your frame was trapped inside his larger one. His hand cocooned the back of you head, keeping you pressed into him. He squeezed you tightly before pulling back his hands drilling into the sides of your face to look at him. "I love you. I love you so much.”

There was a deep desperation in his face his eyes hollowing out your soul and pleading with your heart. You lip wobbled, the loving man of your past shining through with the exception of his pitiful distress. Eyes falling down to his small chapped lips, he knew what you were after. Hesitantly, he gave in.

Flesh on flesh, his warm mouth joined your own, a searing kiss coveting everything he was trying to say. It was forceful, not enough for you to pull back, but just enough for you to place a hand on the puffed up plane of his chest. He moved his lips against your a few more times before pulling back.

“I just feel like I’ve lost everything. We were so happy, you me and Sarah.”

"I'm sorry,” Joel began, “I'm so selfish. I didn't even realise I was neglectin' you." You swallowed hard, savouring the dark honey taste of him on your lips. "I can't begin to make it up to you, but I'll promise I'll try." Offered the male. “Don't you cry now, you'll set me off." A small smile cracked onto your face. “You need’a get some sleep, you look tired.”

“I am.” You agreed. Joel walked around the bed, pulling back the blankets and getting in beside you. You snuggled up into his side, his arm protectively cuddling around you. Pulling you into closer to his flannel clad skin. His other hand clutched your head, tender stroking his hand over your dirty tangled hair.

Joel watched your eyelids close, your long lashes resting on your plush cheeks. It brought him back to the days back when. Back when you’d cuddle up on his living room couch, Sarah sat on the floor doing her homework with the TV on.

He’d knew in that moment you were it for him. He’d never leave your side. He wanted you in every way another person could have someone. Loved and cherished. Devoted and loyal.

“Your still just as beautiful as the day we met.” Words whispered into the cold air. Clouded with red light shooting through the bed sheet covered windows.

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not. You’re the only woman I’ll ever love.” There was wretched plea coating his tongue. “I miss touching you.”

“You have me.”

That night you both slept like a baby. The tall brunette crushing you back into his chest as his limbs glued your skin together. He lay the shyest of kisses to the back of your neck, shoulder and head. One hand brushed along the skin of your hip. Whispering sweet nothings as he pacified you to sleep. "Shhh, I've got you sweetheart. I'm here.”

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[mynameismckenziemae]

Unbroken

Part 10

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x You

Summary: You and Bradley take the next step(s) in your relationship

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! This chapter is mostly porn and only a little plot, smut, p in v, oral (m receiving), teasing, unprotected sex, edging, bondage, a little spanking, masturbation, a little sub!bradley, etc.

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Christmas is spent with your family and you head to California to spend New Year’s with Bradley’s friends and ‘uncle’ Mav.

The way he treats you on the trip just confirms what you already know; you’re in love with him.

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On the ride home from the airport though, you’re feeling nothing but sexual frustration.

This morning, Bradley edged you over and over again until tears of frustration leaked from your eyes. He hadn’t realized how much seeing you cry would turn him on until he came unexpectedly when the first tear fell.

You two had stayed with Mav and Penny, and Mav knocked to announce breakfast and the need to leave for the airport as Bradley had kissed his way down your body and was about to finally give you release.

“Guess you’ll just have to wait until we get home,” he smirked as he panted, his warm breath between your thighs causing you to shiver.

“But…that’s not for hours,” you whimpered, lifting your hips in a silent plea.

“Can you be a good girl for me and wait that long?” He asked as he kissed your thigh.

The most pitiful sound left you at his request, yet a fresh wave of arousal moved through you as you agreed. “Y-yes. I can wait.”

“You sure?” He asked, reaching up to tilt your chin so you’ll look him in the eye. You loved how he always checked in.

“I’m sure,” you agreed with a sigh, sitting up to get dressed.

Over the past few weeks you discovered how much Bradley got off on edging, delaying your orgasm and teasing, but what surprised you more is how much you enjoyed it too.

On the plane, he’d tortured you too, clutching your thigh beneath the blanket you’d shared while he murmured praises into your ear. You decided while you squirmed in your seat, that you were going to turn the tables on him as soon as you got back to your place.

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“Hungry? Want something to eat?” Bradley asks as he sets down both your bags and closes the door.

You shake your head before pressing a kiss to his lips. “I just want you. I’ll meet you in the bedroom, I think I left my phone in the truck.”

“Mmkay,” he murmurs, whistling as he walks into your room, stripping his clothes off on the way.

Your phone is in your pocket as you rifle through your work truck, and quickly find the rope you’re looking for.

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“Find it?” Bradley asks when you get back inside.

“Yep, right on the seat where I left it,” you lie as you quickly undress on your way down the hall. You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning at the sight before you.

Bradley’s stretched out on your bed, naked as the day he was born, slowly jerking himself off.

“Close your eyes,” you tell him as you lean against the doorframe, the rope out of sight. “I've got a surprise for you.”

He quirks a brow but obliges, still stroking.

You climb on the bed and straddle his thighs, then take a deep breath and take his hand away from his cock to above his head, looping the rope around his wrist and the wrought iron bar of the headboard before doing the same to the other.

“W-what are you doing?” He asks in confusion under you, eyes still closed.

“Tying you up so I can have my way with you,” you say, pulling the rope tight and smiling as he sucks in a breath, “without you distracting me. This okay?”

“More than,” he nods eagerly. “Can I open my eyes?”

“Mmm, no,” you reply, reaching for your bedside drawer and pulling out your sleep mask you haven’t used in ages and putting it on him. “Just in case you try and peek.”

While the drawer is open, you pull out the lube and your vibrator, clicking it on before running it up Bradley’s thigh.

“Is that your vibrat-oh,” he gasps as you run it softly over his balls.

“It is,” you confirm, putting your mouth where the toy is so you can place it between your legs.

The low vibration has you moaning against him and he jolts.

“Oh God, that’s so unfair,” he protests, hands testing the strength of the rope.

“I don’t think so. What was unfair is you got to cum this morning and I didn’t,” you say breathily after you pull back.

“I was planning on it, but I came when you started crying-I didn’t even realize I was into that-then Mav knocked, and-Fuck!” He groans as you suck his cock into your mouth, too distracted by your approaching orgasm that your gag reflex is nonexistent. He shudders when your nose brushes his trimmed curls.

“H-holy shit Em,” he pants, back arching when you swallow. You bob your head once before pulling off with a soft cry when the pleasure of your release washes over you. You kiss and kitten lick his weeping cock as you come down, not even close to sated.

“Can I watch you at least while you torture me? Fuck! Please?” He begs when you swallow him down again with a hum.

You ignore him, moaning around him when you press the vibe against your clit again. Your free hand comes up to cup his balls before rolling them gently.

You can tell he’s getting close as your second orgasm approaches, and you swallow around him again before pulling off with a smile as you cum to his frustrated whine.

“This sucks,” he grits out when you start jerking him off, your saliva making it an easy slide. “I’m sorry, Em. I’ll never do it again.”

You chuckle and lick the precum leaking from his tip. “Liar.”

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You take your time exploring his body while he’s at your mercy and revel in his pleas and smiling at his threats; only giving his hard-on light brushes while you bite at his nipples, loosely stroking him while you leave bruises on his inner thighs, rubbing the vibrator on his sensitive head while you suck on his sac-he likes that the most.

You bring him to the edge over and over while getting yourself off just as many times.

“Had enough?” You ask as you straddle him

“Yes! Please, Em. Please let me cum,” he begs, trembling beneath you.

“Alright,” you agree, leaning down to kiss him as you rub yourself against him. His breath hitches when you catch his head on your opening.

“We-a condom?” he stutters as you begin to lower yourself on him without protection for the first time.

Before the two of you became intimate, you had talked about how you’re both clean, and you’re on birth control but you weren’t ready to go without the extra layer of protection. Bradley had never gone without nor brought it up. You know your birth control is 99% effective and if that 1% would happen, Bradley would be there for you and you wanted to do this with him.

You pause and push the damp blindfold off him, meeting his eyes. “I’m ready to go without if you are.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, “We don’t have to.”

“I know,” you answer, sinking down another inch, “but I want to. I need to really feel you.”

“Yeah, yeah I want that too,” he nods eagerly and looks up at his hands. “Can you untie me first?”

You nod, reaching up to untie him, biting your lip when you see the rope burn on his wrists. You place a kiss on each one as you bring them down to your waist.

His hands don’t stay there though. You gasp when he lands several spanks on your ass.

“You’re lucky I’m dying to be inside you,” he growls as he pushes himself back into a seated position, taking you with him. “Otherwise I’d take you over my knee and show you exactly what I do to girls that misbehave.”

He swallows your answering whimper with a kiss as he helps guide you down until you’re fully seated.

“Fuckkkk. You’re so tight and warm and wet,” he rasps, pressing his forehead to yours. “I'm never gonna last.”

“It’s okay,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you begin to move. “I know you’ll make sure I get there before you do.”

“Ah-I don’t know, I broke my track record this morning and shit-“ he grits out when you clench around him, “This time isn’t looking good either. You feel too good.”

You’re just as much of a mess as he is but you’re hiding it better as you lean in to whisper. “Come on Bradley, be a good boy for me and make me him first.”

He groans as his hands bruise your hips as he stills them. “I’m definitely gonna cum if you keep talking like that.”

“Sorry,” you laugh, not sorry at all.

“No you’re not,” he growls, giving you a biting kiss. You moan into his mouth when he swats your ass again before searching for something on the bed.

You jolt and cry out when he brings the vibrator between your legs, pushing you faster towards the edge of your release that was already in sight. “Right there, keep it right there.”

His other hand helps guide your hips into a steady pace but you work him faster as you chase your orgasm.

“Wait, Em-I can’t-“ he stammers against your mouth, trying to warn you but he can’t stop it and cums inside you with a deep guttural groan.

The feeling of his hot release pulsing within you is all it takes for you to fall over the edge too. Your head falls to his shoulder as you pulse around him.

Gentle hands rub soothingly over your back as you come down.

“Em?” He asks, kissing your shoulder.

“Hmm?”

“It means so much that you’ve trusted me with so many of your firsts. I’m so glad that you were my first without a condom, and the first woman that I’ve said this to other than my mom,” he replies, turning your chin towards him to meet his brown eyes. “I love you.”

A lump forms in your throat as your eyes fill with tears.

“You don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready or-“

You stop him with a kiss and pull back to look him in the eye. “I love you too, Bradley. I have for a while but have been too scared to say it,” you kiss him again. “I love you too.”

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A/N: aww they love each other 🥰 sorry this took so long to come out, I wrote the Bob one shot and then was off for a few days with my kid.

As always, any interaction is appreciated but I love hearing what you think in comments/reblogs!

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[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Rumortracking Anon, here’s my take vis a vis Hazno(fill-in-the-blank) on the broad timeline of BP’s announcement that KCIII has cancer. We were told that cancer was discovered during KCIII’s benign prostate surgery, and that it was “in a different part” of his body. It’s quite common for undiagnosed malignancies to be discovered in this way (a good thing). It could be in another part of the genitourinary system (eg, the bladder), was detected via scope through that organ system, and biopsied. It could be hematological and have been detected via bloodwork. We just don’t know. However, as with all suspected cancers, it would have to be confirmed by pathology testing, which usually takes 7-10 days, depending on which tests are required. 

IMHO, KCIII and Camilla were informed of the potential cancer immediately after the prostate surgery was completed, and then William and Anne (at least) were informed soon thereafter. They all still had to wait for over a week for pathological confirmation, during which time they kept it 100% private. Once they had confirmation, and a treatment plan/schedule was finalized, only then did BP make an official public announcement - necessary because KCIII would be immunocompromised from treatment (whether chemotherapy, radiation, or immunotherapy) and would have to cancel public appearances.

They waited to tell H in California until just a few minutes before BP released the public announcement. That way, he (ie, Meghan) had zero time to leak the news to Scooby Doo the press. In other words, H found out 7-10 days AFTER KCIII, Camilla, William, and Anne (and others as well) knew. Even on the very slight chance that H/MM wouldn’t have leaked (as if lol), H still would’ve hopped on a plane to London pronto, alerting the press anyway that something was amiss.

Harry truly has been PNG’d by the BRF. He’s out of the royal loop, totally ostracized. Never again will they be able to trust him - with anything - and he did it completely to himself. No family secrets, no intimate family holidays, no impromptu meetings with KCIII or William, they don’t even trust him to stay overnight at a royal residence anymore…“go to a hotel, Harold.” Where’s Shakespeare when one needs him? Imagine the play (a history? a tragedy? a comedy? all three?) he could write of this royal saga! It would have to be in 3-15 parts, though.

***

All of this tracks and makes sense to me. I do agree that Harry was called at the last possible moment. Another anon and I were discussing earlier tonight the speculation that Meghan was leaking to Scobie/other reporters about the Queen’s illness and her death before the family was ready, and the family was later made fully aware. So in that case, it is completely believable that the BRF waited until just before the news dropped to avoid the same scenario. Could you imagine the panic that would have been if someone other than the official BP spokesperson announced the King had cancer? I mean, there was plenty of panic when it was under BP’s control.

And you’ve just reminded me of something - Charles ended up stayiing an extra day at the hospital. I think he was originally meant to leave Saturday/Sunday, but instead he left on Monday. At the time, I had thought Charles delayed his departure so as to distract the gathered media so Kate could leave unnoticed. Now, however, I wonder if the extra day was so his doctors and care team could do some additional testing.

And really, who needs Shakespeare when South Park is available? 🤣🤣

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[justenjoythegossip]

CHRIS WILL BE JUST FINE…

A portion of Chris’ fandom is really mad at him for accepting to be part of a shitshow with such a problematic girl. And rightfully so. But it’s important to keep something in perspective: Chris is going to be just fine.

Stars have gotten away with much worse

I saw this article this morning about celebrities being involved in big scandals. https://www.buzzfeed.com/hannahmarder/wild-forgotten-celeb-controversies

There are many more that didn’t make the list and definitely could have. Even recently, Greta Gerwig’s partner left the mother of his unborn child to be with her. It’s awards season so of course, it has been buried. Same situation with Claire Danes’ sordid affair with Billy Crudup a long time ago. 

So many of these Hollywood folks are problematic and have gotten away with it and continue to get away with it. 

Their behavior range from the problematic to the horrific and criminal. 

Casey Affleck allegedly assaulted a woman sexually and settled his case out of court. He won an Oscar for Manchester by the sea anyway. If people are curious, look at how Brie Larson handed his awards. She knew!

According to Rose McGowan, his brother Ben Affleck would have told her after she had confessed to him that Weinstein (let's not even discuss him) raped her: “I told him to stop doing that”.  

Allegedly a former girlfriend of Fassbender pressed charges against him after he violently assaulted her. And I could go on and on. 

Many have done much worse than being in a PR relationship with someone problematic and have gotten away with it. So in the grand scheme of things, Chris will be just fine. His “relationship” with Abba will be buried and soon it will be a forgotten memory, only remembered by a small portion of his fandom. 

Chris’ darker side

Chris’ history is rather tame compared to all those super problematic people and or criminals that are still on the loose. 

But yes, he has made mistakes in the past like everyone else and he has done his fair share of problematic stuff as well. In his younger days, there were rumors of fights and being thrown out of bars. There has been rumors of drug use. There was that messy affair with a married costar during the shooting of Gifted. Also let’s not forget the more recent papwalk in London with Lily James during Covid Lockdown to clean her sniffing cocaine in the park. The pairing of Captain America and Cinderella was a good idea on paper but the execution was atrocious and tactless. It was already a sign of his team’s gross incompetence and miscalculation. There was also the leak of the screenshot of his phone. The d..k pic was all people talked about but some of the other pictures were even more problematic, not as embarrassing of course but more problematic.

Also Chris’ friends and family and Chris himself have trolled his fandom for years. A day before he left for Portugal at the beginning of this shitshow, he tweeted a pic of himself and wrote something like: “I love my fans and Dodger loves you too”. He then hopped on a plane and purposefully filmed a video for that teacher from his hotel room in Lisbon so that his fans (plants?) could place him there. And surprise surprise, there was some backlash on certain platforms and just afterwards he or his team tweeted a picture of him with a bald kid with cancer. It was actually the low point for me. Much worse than anything he did with Abba. I think the picture was 2 years old and I know celebrities use charities to make themselves look good all the time. But using the pic of a sick child for damaged control was as low as you can get. I am not sure he promoted Christopher’s Haven ever since. 

And of course, there are still the ongoing shenanigans with the Nazi sympathizing yacht girl…

But like Chris said in an interview the past year, the industry makes you do things you don’t want to do. Hollywood is indeed a snake pit where they sometimes force you to compromise yourself and play certain games if you want to be successful. That is part of the price to pay.  

He needed a change in his PR image

Chris was at a good place in his career after Endgame. Knives Out was a huge hit and Defending Jacob got good reviews. He seemed to have diversified but Covid happened and derailed a lot of stuff. Little shop of Horrors was canceled. He didn’t have Marvel to fall back on and he seemed to be at a crossroads career wise and PR-wise. He couldn’t remain the perfect internet boyfriend and play Prince charming waiting for the one forever. He had to evolve into more adults parts as well: husbands, fathers etc. 

This is probably why his team came up with this PR relationship and those kinda of weddings. Again it was a good idea on paper because it enabled them to change his image in a natural and organic way. But the execution was again as disastrous as it gets. Abba was not a good fit for him and she was not a good choice especially if they wanted to rebrand him as a family man. 

The question remains whether she is the only one who agreed to this charade. Indeed the contract’s terms seem rather drastic. She has never been able to even post anything about him (just his dog) or about marrying him. She has mostly hid for the past years and just popped up for PR events or reasons. And given the GQ event, it's likely she is not even allowed to speak in public. Remember the articles saying she was rude and refused to talk to the media. Who would agree to this kind of contract but a desperate clout chaser with little prospect? 

An artist’s career is full of ups and downs. Hopefully, once this is over, Chris will get opportunities to expand on his body of work with more diverse roles. I think Pain Hustlers was supposed to do that for him but even if he was rather good in it, the movie wasn’t. I do think he has the acting chops to do it. Whether or not he will get such opportunities is another question… I am not sure this shitshow would have helped him at all in that regard but time will tell.

[nhasablogg]

The White House Letters

Fandom: Red White and Royal Blue

Characters: Alex/Henry

Summary: Henry starts sending Alex discreet tickle notes and it's driving him insane.

Warnings: Tickle kinks, bondage, nsfw undertones

Words: 4k

(Read it on AO3)

The first note comes when Alex is in a meeting, irate and exhausted and wishing he was on a plane going to see Henry already. Cash hands him the envelope once he steps outside the office, grinning at the delirious way he blinks at the name of the sender - something so posh he knows it to be Henry’s pseudonym - before falling in stride with him to the elevator. Alex is impatient. Alex is tired and a little horny and missing Henry and is therefore impatient, and so he tears the letter open as soon as the doors close and nearly has a fucking heart attack right there, in front of Cash who pointedly does not look at him out of pure politeness.

A,

Wishing you were here right now. I need to kiss down your waist, your thighs, stop just where I know it’s sensitive and then focus just there, making you scream for mercy or release, depending on the day.

See you Tuesday,

H

Alex cannot wait until fucking Tuesday, if only because he needs to kill Henry as soon as he can for daring to send something like this to him where anyone could get a hold of it.

“I thought I was the reckless one,” he says into the phone minutes later. “What are you doing.”

He can practically hear Henry’s smirk when he says, “Since emails are too risky I decided to send you a little something.” He laughs at whatever sound manages to escape from Alex’s lips. “Did you see how expertly I avoided calling it ticklishness? I figured if someone did find it and did figure out it was us then you’d probably be more embarrassed about that leaking out than anything else.”

Alex, for the first time in his life, nearly hangs up on him, but Henry is laughing, Henry is pleased, and he can’t be mad about that even though he is somewhat embarrassed.

“I’ll get you back,” he says, picturing Henry beneath him, Henry giggling as he goes for his sides. “I’ll get you back so good.”

“Mmm, only after I’ve wrecked you in more than one way, right?”

“Sleep with one eye open, your majesty.”

*

The second note comes before Alex has even had time to draft his first, neatly stacked with his usual post as if it was any other letter. He’s almost scared to open it, but at least he’s alone this time. Cash practically laughed at him as he rushed out of the elevator two days prior (“Unprofessional!” he called back). He won’t make the same mistake twice.

He fingers the envelope, wondering if he should finish his own note first, before ripping it open, scanning it quickly as if it would personally offend him before reading it again, taking in each word.

A,

I lay awake thinking of how wonderful your expression probably was while reading my last letter. I can imagine you gasping, as dramatic as you are, while that blush that I adore so much spread over your face. It’s nothing like the sounds you make when I touch your body, my fingers trailing over your hips. Nothing like the blush when I ask you about the sounds.

My hands long for you.

Yours,

H

That fucking bastard. From someone else’s point of view the note sounds sexual, sensual, all exploring hands and passionate kisses. And while that is the case there’s something else, something hidden and only theirs beneath it all, behind the way Henry describes it.

Alex hates how he’s blushing from fucking written words, although he knows that Henry’s done this to him before, in other ways. He hates how he can feel Henry’s hands on him, fingers digging into his hip bones ever so slightly, just enough to make him squirm. He refuses to acknowledge the sounds Henry talks of, even though he knows exactly what those are. He hates how he knows Henry was smiling fondly while writing both letters, but maybe especially this second one, knowing Alex would already be on edge.

That is to say, he doesn’t hate it at all. He simply hates the distance and that he can’t do anything about it.

“How does one send letters to the Prince of Wales?” he asks Zahra half an hour later, his own letter with his own pseudonym steady in his hands.

*

“Alex.” Henry’s voice is somewhat high pitched when Alex answers the call.

“Yes, baby?”

“I had Bea in the room with me!”

“I said I was gonna get revenge, didn’t I?”

“You’re a menace.” But behind the words Alex can hear that he’s smiling, flustered, pleased. “Maybe we have to make use of those handcuffs you wrote of. On you, of course.”

“Nuh uh. You brought that on yourself, mister.”

“You’re the one who owns them.”

Alex hates that he blushes at that and that Henry probably knows it.

The next day, when Henry is literally in the air on his way to him, he receives a third letter, opening it immediately and doing his best not to show a single emotion even though he’s alone. It doesn’t work.

A,

I’m bringing an extra pair of ‘cuffs for your lower half too.

Love,

H

Alex is still blushing when Henry arrives at his door.

*

The thing is, even when they’ve been shut in Alex’s room for half a day, touching and kissing and laughing and talking without mentioning the handcuffs (which Alex swears is purely to put him on edge), Henry still slips him a note at the end of the day. Alex had watched him write it, too curious to stop him when Henry had asked for pen and paper and had been perched on his desk for much longer than Alex had expected he would. The note is folded and envelopeless, given to him in between kisses and an episode of Bake Off. He watches Henry, who looks so innocent Alex knows he’s doomed, before opening it.

Alex,

I can call you that now, in the privacy of this room that’s seen so much of both you and I that it nearly makes me blush if I think of it too much. But then again it was a random hotel in Berlin which saw how we put my necktie to good use. It was my room in Kensington which saw me destroy you with raspberries to your belly of all things. You’re so ticklish and it’s driving me crazy.

It’s a strange thing to be so fixated on, isn’t it? But the world doesn’t see how you get shy when I tease your ribs. How you giggle if I go for your knees, or how you never beg me to stop until you have to. The world doesn’t see what I see when you laugh, unguarded, ticklish and happy. It’s too lovely not to obsess over. It’s too beautiful not to love.

Don’t get me wrong. I know you adore getting revenge and I’m expecting it any moment now, but just to see your face flush while reading this will be worth it.

Yours forever, in giddy laughter,

Henry

“Did I finally render you speechless?” Henry asks when Alex stares at the note for too long, eyes unmoving.

Alex rounds up on him. “You’re a piece of shit,” he says and Henry laughs when he tackles him onto the bed, getting that aforementioned revenge in by prodding at his sides. Truth is, Henry is probably more ticklish than Alex and enjoys it much more, but his enjoyment seems to also span into tormenting Alex, and Alex is always too flustered to tease him back in the moment for some inexplicable reason he might figure out one day.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he says when he’s finished tickling him and tries to sit up, only for Henry to grab a hold of his wrist.

“Wait,” he says, smirking even though he was breathless a second ago. “How ‘bout we make some of the things in my letters come true, hmm?”

And Alex laughs and squirms and doesn’t protest when he finally goes for his hips.

*

He leaves the handcuffs in the White House, which stresses Alex out because now he feels as if he should bring a pair with him when he flies over in a few weeks, unwilling to admit why he would bring them in the first place. “You forgot these,” he could say, and Henry would grin in a way that would have his knees buckling.

The fifth letter is left on his pillow. He pretends not to see when Henry puts it there and doesn’t open it until much later, when he knows Henry’s landed and that he can call him if he needs to yell at him.

Sweetheart,

Keep them safe until we meet again. I will keep my promise this time.

Yours,

H

And Alex nearly wants to scream because he wishes he’d kept his promise the first time and this is not something he’s willing to suddenly have to figure out on his own.

“How did you know?” he asks, voice low, frantic, his feet pacing a hole in his carpet.

“That you want me to tie you up and tickle you like you did to me?” comes the reply and Alex does scream now.

“My god, Henry, why didn’t you force this upon me yesterday?”

“I’d missed you too much. And you didn’t seem ready yet.”

Alex thinks of the ways he’s tied Henry up before, usually using anything but handcuffs until he decided to invest in them. How he kissed vulnerable skin and made sure it tickled just because he likes hearing him giggle. How Henry asked him not to stop and how Alex got curious. How Alex keeps provoking him but being too scared to let him restrain him fully, opting instead for being pinned.

Of fucking course Henry figured it out. They’re not very different, after all. Alex is just more obtuse about it.

“I’m bringing them both,” he’s saying now, used to blushing whenever Henry laughs now, although this time it’s sweet, fond, soft, as if he’s telling Alex it’s okay to be curious and it’s okay to have it affect him.

“Please do hurry.”

*

Alex opens the sixth letter on the plane, a stupid mistake he’s well aware of before he even pulls it out of his pocket, but he does it anyway and Cash doesn’t ask any questions but Zahra does send him a glare which Alex interprets as rare curiosity.

A,

While my mouth and hands are anticipating you I hope you do realize I’m simply teasing and you don’t have to do anything you’re not ready to do. I can make you squirm anyway.

Love,

H

It’s the first note to not make him sputter in embarrassment, which is highly convenient since both Cash and Zahra are watching him. He knows Henry won’t do anything he’s not ready for, that he will stop if Alex decides he’s changed his mind. It’s not what’s making the knot in his stomach tighten, but the idea of trying it and realizing it’s not as great as it seems when he does it to Henry. That Henry won’t get to return the favor even though he so obviously wants to according to all the notes. That Alex will disappoint him by simply being too ticklish, or maybe not ticklish enough, not laughing as much as Henry wishes he would, thrashing so wildly he accidentally dislocates something. They’re all stupid things to worry about, he knows, but they keep his mind occupied throughout the whole flight.

The White House Letters. It’s what he calls the notes in his head, a play on the whole Waterloo Letters. Because of it, it somehow feels wrong to not be at the White House while doing this, but Alex simply cannot wait a moment longer. When he practically runs toward the door, Henry manages to open it just in time, accompanied by Shaan, and pulls him into his arms.

*

They talk about it almost immediately this time, as Alex pulls both handcuffs out of his bag the moment they enter Henry’s room. “I figured we could tie you up too,” he says, because the idea of it only being him is slightly too much for him to handle.

Henry’s ears pinken. As much as he teases him, he’s just as receptive to this topic as he is. “Okay.”

“If you want.”

“Of course I do, but- If you’ve changed your mind-”

“I haven’t.”

“Okay.” Henry nods, smiling now. “Good, because I’ve not been able to think of anything else.”

Alex laughs, something hysterical. “That makes two of us.”

“Do you want a note before we start?” Henry asks, pulling the seventh letter out of his pocket. “I wrote it with care.”

“You and your notes are gonna be the end of me,” he says and takes it, finding it blissfully short.

Alex,

Feel free to let go. It’s very freeing to laugh uncontrollably.

Love,

Henry

Alex looks at him from over the paper. “No other piece of advice?”

“No, I think that’s it.”

“All right then. It was very live, laugh, love of you.”

When Henry laughs Alex realizes he’s not the only one who’s nervous.

When Alex tied Henry up in a drunken stupor many weeks ago only to realize the way he ran his hands over his vulnerable body made him giggle, he’d been swaying between two choices. Apologize and kiss him and turn his hands rougher, or keep his touch light just to see when Henry would ask him to stop. Just to see him squirm and giggle and blush. But when he didn’t do either of those things but simply hovered over him with that playful smile from the realization that he was ticklish still lingering, Henry asked him not to stop. Henry, who was tied but not necessarily secured, held onto the bedpost in that hotel in Berlin and let Alex curl his fingers over his underarms. Let him press ticklish kisses to his neck and stomach and inner thighs, and something had awoken in him which he’d never been familiar with before.

“Have you done that before?” he asked Henry who shook his head. He didn’t ask if he’d dreamt of doing it. Somehow it felt too intimate at that point in their relationship.

Now is different. Now Henry is teasing him over something Alex has rarely thought of before, and he finds he doesn’t mind it, despite how embarrassed he can get. Finds he wants to know what it is that Henry finds so comforting about this.

When Alex is lying on the bed and finds he can’t move his arms at all, Henry pulls out the eighth note.

“You and your notes,” Alex says for the hundredth time, but he’s been Pavloved into blushing at the mere sight of them and he can’t hide his face now.

Henry grins at him about it, or maybe due to his exasperated tone. “I was thinking I’d read it to you, since you’re a little preoccupied.” He clears his throat, all soft smugness. “Alex. I can’t wait to tickle you to pieces. Yes, I’m saying it plainly now because what’s the point in pretending? I’m going to tickle you and you’re going to squirm and laugh and not be able to do anything about it- This isn’t in the note, but of course that’s hyperbole and we’ll have a safe word.”

“Right.” Alex’s voice is high pitched.

“Right. Continuing. I’m going to ever so gently tickle your hips and belly and neck, relishing in how you try and fail to pull your hands down to stop me.”

“When did you even have time to write this.”

“Do be quiet, sweetheart, I’m not done.”

Alex huffs and shifts, the padded handcuffs soft against his wrists.

“I’ll destroy you in such a gentle way you won’t know what to do with yourself, and when I’m done you’ll still be giggling, because despite what you say you do giggle.” He emphasizes his words with a tilt of his head. “Just make sure to do one thing for me, okay?” He folds the note up. “Have fun.”

“What, no ‘love, Henry’?”

“It’s so cute how you think that mouth of yours can hide the way you’re blushing right now.” Henry runs his fingertips over Alex’s cheek, most likely burning them because, yes, Alex is totally blushing his fucking head off. “Are you ready, love?”

“I don’t know.” He feels his heartbeat quicken, his palms suddenly sweating. “What if I don’t like it?”

“Then we’ll stop and never do it again.”

“Okay.” He tries for a smile. “I’ll at the very least get to wreck you back.”

Henry laughs. “We’ll see if you have enough energy for that, granted that we’re at it for a while.”

Alex huffs. “I’ll get you eventually. I mean, you’re practically doing this to get me to get you back, right?”

Henry nods mock-solemnly. “Of course, of course.”

“Such an elaborate ruse for some tickles.”

“Alex, are you stalling on purpose? We don’t have to do it.”

“No, no, I want to.” He takes a deep breath. “Okay, go for it.”

Henry’s smile is gentle. “What’s your safe word?”

“Uh. Cornbread?” When Henry bursts into laughter Alex feels himself finally relaxing. “I panicked, okay?”

“Cornbread will do fine,” Henry says and leans in, kissing the corner of Alex’s mouth. “Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

When Henry smiles and moves his lips downward Alex finds himself surprised, not having realized Henry would be using his mouth immediately and loving him for it. He starts giggling the moment Henry finds his neck, even though he’s not really doing anything but softly graze the skin under his ear. Alex tries to scrunch up his shoulder, and while it’s probably the one and only movement that grants him any sort of mercy he finds it’s not really enough to fully shut the sensation out.

“So sensitive,” Henry mumbles into his skin and Alex has an insult at the tip of his tongue but then Henry’s hand joins in before he has a chance to say it, quick fingers on his armpit.

He screams, which surprises them both, pulling at his hands in desperation without being able to stop Henry at all. It’s not even necessarily unbearable yet, simply different, a sensation he’s never felt in this way before. Ticklish shocks of some kind are shooting through his nervous system and his body is struggling without his consent. When his screaming turns into hysterical laughter Henry stops, although he doesn’t remove his hand.

“Remember your safe word?”

“Y-yes, don’t worry.” Alex is grateful for the opportunity to breathe though. “This is- so much so suddenly. You’re barely doing anything.”

Henry breathes out a laugh into his neck which makes him flinch involuntarily. “It’s weird, right?”

“Very.”

“Do you like it?”

“I can’t tell yet. I mean, I don’t dislike it.”

“That’s a start.”

Henry’s fingers are slowly circling his pit again, making him arch his back as he tries to scoot away from them. “Fuck.” He’s toying with his armpit hair and Alex briefly wonders if it’s making it tickle less. If it will be torture once Henry properly goes for a spot which is hairless. He presses a kiss to the shell of Alex’s ear and moves his mouth downward, skipping his neck and stopping where his ribs start just below his other armpit. His other hand is still swirling around, and Alex is giggling again, but not yet hysterical.

“You smell so good,” Henry says into his skin and Alex laughs because each word tickles but also because he gets so easily flustered nowadays whenever Henry pays him a compliment. “I bet you’d taste even better.”

His tongue is on Alex’s ribs before he can protest and what the fuck, how can a fucking tongue tickle this much? He finds his own screaming ridiculous, but he can’t stop, his system on overload as he pulls and pulls and tries to twist away without being able to make it stop, heels digging into the mattress since they realized it would be better to use the second pair of cuffs to tie his arms far apart for less movement. Henry’s straddling his hips to keep him in place, knees squeezing him once as if to tell him it’s okay.

“W-wait,” he manages to choke out, hands gripping the bedpost so tightly he’s afraid he might actually damage it. “C-cornbread!”

Henry stops immediately, this time removing his hands and mouth entirely. “You’re doing so good, love. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I just- fuck, your tongue is gonna kill me.”

“Oh?”

“Could you- just use your hands for a bit?”

“Of course.” He touches Alex’s cheek again, and this time Alex leans into the touch. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked.”

“Oh my god, don’t apologize, it was great. Fucking unbearable and freaky, but great.”

Henry laughs. “Freaky?”

“It’s wet and slimy and ticklish.”

“Noted- slimy? Now you’re just being rude.” He pokes Alex’s ribs once, visibly wondering if he would cross a line if he tickled him after Alex safe worded, but Alex rolls his eyes and indicates that it’s fine, and so Henry’s vibrating both his hands over his ribs and making his hips buck in surprise before laughter fills the room again, bouncing off the royal walls.

In the midst of it all he makes a list:

1. Henry knows exactly how to tickle each different part of him, from digging into his hips to featherlight touches to his thighs (as opposed to the stereotypical squeezes).

2. Henry has a thing for using his mouth to tickle him and Alex really doesn’t mind as long as his tongue isn’t involved too much.

3. If he’s tickled for long enough Alex surpasses his need to yell and laughs silently.

Henry stops once the room goes silent, afraid Alex is trying to say the safe word without being able to, and Alex has to swallow his pride and ask him to keep doing exactly what he’s doing.

When they switch places, after Alex has had more than one moment to collect himself again, he spends some time simply watching Henry squirm under his gaze, under him, unable to move away.

“I don’t have a note for this,” Henry admits and Alex laughs. “But I just want you to thank you for doing this. For not judging.”

Alex’s hand finds his hair. “Baby,” he coos. “You don’t have to thank me at all.”

Henry turns his head to kiss Alex’s wrist. “You know my safe word.”

“That I do.”

And Alex does exactly what Henry did to him, relishing in how he falls apart.

*

“Can I ask you something?” he says much later, when they’ve been curled up in bed for hours and their bodies have stopped being hypersensitive. “Have you… have you been teasing me about it because you wished I would tease you back?”

Henry’s ears pinken, but he doesn’t look away. “At first maybe. I found I didn’t know how to ask for it, but I saw that it affected you too and figured you’d want to get revenge either way.” He is stroking up and down Alex’s arm, his touch just firm enough to not be ticklish. “But then I noticed how you responded to it. How you tried to act indignant, but wouldn’t look me in the eye each time we saw each other after the notes started. How you would squirm when we facetimed. And it was too intriguing and lovely to not want to keep seeing it.”

Alex’s face is on fire, but he’s trying to be brave about it too. “It’s weird. I never even knew I was into this.”

“Sometimes a kink gets formed because someone you love enjoys it so much that you start associating it with pleasure and love and fun.”

“A kink, huh.” Alex doesn’t mind the thought of it. “I can understand if I would be into tickling you, but- well, me?”

Henry’s hand cups his face. “I’m sure you find it fun and safe and that’s why you’re willing to be on the receiving end too.”

“Maybe.”

Henry strokes his cheek. “We don’t always have to fully understand it. Sometimes just exploring is enough.”

And Alex, who is already wishing Henry would curl his fingers under his chin already, nods.

#tickling #ticklish!alex #ticklish!henry #firstprince fic #rwrb fic #red white and royal blue fic #n writes #the white house letters #tickle fic

[indecisive-dizzy]

Any Howdy ideas to share? /nf

Oh I have So Many ideas. Pulled out my notes for this! Gonna start with family bc I've been wanting to share.

Howdy is The middle child. This man suffers from middle child syndrome big time, his parents hardly acknowledge him unless they're complaining about his career choice/comparing him to his siblings.

Speaking of! He has 15 siblings! They have names and traits and I wasted So Much Time on them! So here a list from oldest to youngest! as well their jobs

Heather- house wife w no kids. married big rich

Huntley- restaurant owner w multiple locations

Hailey- successful crafts/furniture business

Hayden- same business with Hailey

Heath- plane engineer

Hector- commercial pilot

Henry- big industry CEO

Hannah- chain store assistant manager

Howard "Howdy"- You know this one!

Holland- part-time job hoping

Harrison- college student

Harvey- college student

Harwin- college student

Harmony- student

Hope- student

Holly- student

3-4, 5-6, and 15-16 are twins. 11-13 are triplets. I don't have ages bc they need to be reworked. Yes all their names start with H. I thought it would be funny but it was Not Worth It. /hj

Back to Howdy! He loves all of his younger siblings. He's not as close to his older siblings with the exception of Huntley bc I love him. He actively dislikes Henry and Heather bc they belittle him a Lot.

Howdy, Hannah, and Holland were The trio of the family. Howdy is closest to these two.

He was also hugely involved in raising/taking care of the little ones. He was the only one that could get the triplets to take a bath in a reasonable amount of time with little mess/fuss. No one knows how he did it.

Stepping away from family!

It's so easy to make Howdy laugh. He makes a big deal out of jokes and having a good sense of humor, but he'll laugh at anything! He just hides this fact to save himself the supposed embarrassment. He almost Laughed Out Loud at one of Frank's jokes! Frank Frankly! The Unfunniest Neighbor! The memory haunts him. /j

Cuddle bug. Someone please hug the caterpillar. He just wants to give his loved ones a big squeeze and in some cases never let them go (cough Barnaby cough). If you fall asleep against him he will cherish the moment but will playfully complain later.

Cries if/when anything happens to the shop. Water leak? Sobs. Stain? Inconsolable. He loves his little shop so much.

He may scam people but he's really not in it for huge profits. He's just like that. Refuses to Ever open another store. There's only one Howdy so there will only be one Howdy's Place!

Oblivious but falls in love easy. He won't realize he's in love but he always falls first. Just give him time to realize it.

Will flirt with his partner but flusters when it's returned.

Despite being a workaholic, he gets plenty of rest and is pretty good with self care! He finds it very important to be well rested and healthy if he's gonna work so much. He also sleeps like a rock.

I have this idea to specifically contrast with Eddie! Who does Not know when to stop working. Howdy complains often of Eddie's sleep schedule (or lack thereof). This had led to Eddie being forced to nap in a big armchair behind the store counter on multiple occasions.

Howdy has essentially adopted the neighbors as family. Except for Barnaby I guess bc he's in love with the big blue dog.

One the youngest neighbors. He refuses to acknowledge this as he's had enough of being the baby brother thank you very much.

oh golly this got long very quick.. so that's all for now! 😅

#i could literally keep going #i have so many thoughts about his family and their dynamics #as well his interactions woth neighbors outside the shop #thsi caterpillar is just alfnsckajkdfjja <3 <3 #Fun fact! He's what got me into Welcome Home! #I was watching the first GTLive about wh (don't come for me plz) #and when he pulled up Howdy's character in the neighborhood page i Lost It #I literally heart eyed and screamed #I thought he was the neatest fella! The Character Design Ever #I proceeded to consume as Much Information as possible about Welcome Home #Then Eddie stole my heart- #srry Howdy but have you looked at the mailman? #anywho! Thank You for letting me go off about the big bug man. #im gonna go eat leftovers and think about him <3 #dizztalkstoomuch #neon child #welcome home #howdy pillar #Pillar Family #<- bc i may talk more about them #omg i forgot to mention everyone's a butterfly but Howdy. #theres lore to that but i don't want to make this post longer. #if u want the details and lore just send another ask! I can give angsty lore! #please ignore every typo. I'm on mobile and fixing tags is horrendous

[angelasscribbles]

Royal Retribution Chapter 8: Subversion

Series: Royal Retribution

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Liam x Riley x Drake

Rating: MA

Warnings: mature themes, language

Word Count: 1,654

A/N: I've been trying to catch up on some of the series that have been left hanging. My only series written in first person from Liam's POV.

My other stuff: Master List.

“If you’re going to fire me, boy, go ahead and do it!”

“Oh, I’m not firing you, Bas.”

If I fired him, I couldn’t court-martial him.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirked as he turned to go.

Drake moved to block his exit.

“What the hell, Drake? Move!”

“I don’t think so.” Drake’s voice betrayed no emotion as he stood between his former mentor and the door.

Oh, this part was going to be fun.

“I didn’t say you were free to go.” I leaned back in my chair and watched with satisfaction as he turned back toward me in confusion.

“I don’t understand….if I’m not fired, then why can’t I leave?”

I paused for a few seconds to give my next words plenty of weight, “You’re not being fired, Bas, you’re being detained.”

“Detained?” He spluttered, “For what?”

“Disobeying a direct order of the crown for starters,” I told him, “I believe I gave you a direct order not to alert my father to the fact that Riley wasn’t on that plane.”

Bastien shook his head, “You have no proof that I did! Any of the other guards could have told him!”

“So you admit you’ve lost control of your command?”

“What? No!”

“You just confessed that any of your men could have been responsible for an egregious security leak.”

“No, that’s not what I meant! You’re twisting my words!”

“At the very least, it’s gross incompetence. I trusted you to vet your men better than that. In light of your admission, I have no choice but to put every man under your command on suspension pending a formal review.”

“That’s ludicrous! You can’t just suspend the entire King’s Guard! Who will guard you?”

“The same men that have been guarding me! Effective immediately Alexandros Eliades is promoted to head of the King’s Guard and Drake Walker is promoted to head of the Royal Guard. You are relieved of your command pending a court martial. Drake will escort you to a cell.”

Drake grabbed the older man by his arm and pulled him toward the door.

On the way out he managed to slam Bas’s head into the doorframe.

“Ow! Fuck! What the hell was that for?” Bastien grimaced as he rubbed his forehead.

Drake leaned in toward him with a smirk as he said, “For calling your king boy. Now let’s go!”

While Drake was gone, I called the men I trusted implicitly to my office.

By the time he returned I had Alexandros aka Alec, Jason Toussaint, Lorenzo Romano, Damon Christopoulos, and Luke Zika in my office.

“Now that Captain Walker is back, I can tell you why I’ve called you all here today,” I said, “I’ll get right to the point. You’re in this room because I trust you, and I need men I can trust right now.”

I paused as I looked at each face to gauge their reactions. It was crucial that they understood what was at stake.

I continued, “As you know, I was crowned king last night. That means that the chain of command ends with me now. My father no longer holds a position of authority in Cordonia. It is imperative that his network be dismantled and replaced with one I can trust.”

“Sir,” Alec looked more serious than I had ever seen him, “Are you saying that there are members of the guard we can’t trust?”

“Unfortunately, that may be the case.” I replied, “Colonel Bastien Lykel has been suspended from duty and detained in the cells.”

I waited a moment for everyone to absorb that.

Alec asked the question, “But then who-“

“You.” I interrupted him, “As of this moment you’re the head of the new King’s Guard, which you will have to assemble. Captain Walker is the new head of the Royal Guard, it’s time for Captain Blake to retire anyway. Damon, you’ll head up the new Queen’s Guard, which you will also have to assemble.”

“What about the current members of the King’s and Queen’s guard?” Damon asked.

“They can all reapply. They will need to be thoroughly vetted. We can’t be sure it was done correctly the first time. Lie detector tests, background checks, that’s where you come in Jason, do deep dives on all of them. Financials too, I want to know if anyone is on the take.”

“Yes, sir,” Jason responded.

“Lorenzo, you’ll be heading up the special task force to investigate allegations that there are members of the guard leaking classified information and actively subverting the crown.”

“Those are very serious allegations,” Lorenzo said, “That’s treason. May I ask who made those allegations?”

Ah, yes, the coup de grace to root out any men harboring notions of loyalty to Bastien, “Bastien Lykel has made the allegations in his confession to try and save himself. Schedule interviews with every man and woman that was under his command immediately and make sure they know where the allegations came from.”

“Yes, sir,” he replied, “That’s brilliant, sir.”

“I know.” My plan was to let them think their commander threw them under the bus and watch how quickly they turned on each other, “You’re the new head of the CID.”

The CID, or criminal investigation department was basically internal affairs for the guard.

“Luke, you’re promoted to head of covert security.”

“Sir?” He looked startled, “We don’t have a covert security division.”

“We do now, and you’re the head of it.” I said, “I want an intelligence network to rival the CIA and Mossad. I need to infiltrate and dismantle my father’s network. Get on it. You have a blank check!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

“Jason, you’ve been exemplary in your position as head of cyber security, now I want you to take over as head of the entire cyber division. In addition to the defensive nature of cyber security, I want you to work hand in hand with Luke on the cyber portion of the new spy network.”

Jason inclined his head in agreement.

I drew in a deep breath then addressed the group as a whole, “I know it’s asking a lot, rebuilding from the ground up and with no notice, but I think you’re all up to the task. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be here. The six of you are now my chiefs of defense. That will come with promotions in rank, higher security clearances, and increased salaries. It will also come with increased responsibilities, more stress, and longer hours. If any of you can’t handle that or don’t want to, tell me now.”

Everyone agreed they were up for the task, as I had known they would.

I had been paying attention for years, and I’d had Drake’s insider insights about the culture and structure of the Cordonian Guard.

“Drake, Alec, Damon, you’ll be restructuring all three divisions of the Cordonian Guard, King’s Guard, Queen’s Guard, and Royal Guard. Start with the men you already know and trust. I trust your judgment, but we have to verify. So get me a shortlist by the end of today of men you want in key positions in your command, and we’ll start with them. Extensive background checks, including financials, lie detectors, interviews, references, the whole nine yards.”

We needed to hit the ground running.

“You too, Luke, I’ll need a short list from you of enlisted men with qualifications and dispositions that make them likely candidates to work undercover. Start recruiting maids, butlers, drivers, etc. as confidential informants.”

“The four of you will coordinate with Jason and Lorenzo to get the interviews scheduled and background checks done.”

The new structure would have Drake as head of the Royal Guard, Alec as head of the King’s Guard, Damon as head of the Queen’s Guard, Jason as head of the Cyber Ops, Luke as head of the Covert Forces and Lorenzo as head of the Criminal Investigation Department.

Marco and Bruno would stay with Riley on an off-the-books, undisclosed special assignment.

“I need at least a skeleton crew of trusted people in new positions by the end of the week before we announce the changes.”

I wanted the element of surprise.

I wanted my enemies scattered, confused, and taken unaware.

But first I needed to know who they were.

After the rest of the men had left I put in a call to Rashad, secure in the knowledge Drake had swept the room for bugs prior to questioning Bastien.

“I moved some things around early this morning,” he told me, “You said discretion was of utmost importance, so instead of taking out large sums of money from your accounts, I took it out of several of mine and will replace it from yours slowly over the course of several weeks.”

“Oh, wow, that’s brilliant!”

“I know. It’s why you pay me the big bucks.” He chuckled.

My next call was to Leo.

“Yes, it’s done, all of it. I’ve hired the best P.I. I could find and I’ve got my plane ticket.”

“When does your flight leave?”

“In an hour, I’m at the airport now. I’ll be in Paris by morning, Rivala by lunch.”

I glanced up at Drake.

He nodded, “Tell him I’ll meet him at a place called The Clam and the Pearl. It’s a bar, not upscale enough for him to be recognized by his peers, not sketchy enough for him to be mugged for his Rolex.”

“You’ll take backup with you?” I asked nervously. I couldn’t risk anything happening to him and I couldn’t go with him for obvious reasons.

My father was on the warpath. I had to put in an appearance, and act like I had fallen into line. I needed to make sure Hana was okay, check in with Riley and Liv, and generally keep all the balls in the air until it was time to deploy the plans we had painstakingly spent the day making.

My father’s reign of terror was about to end. He was going to pay for everything.

#royal retribution #angelasscribbles #trr poly #trr au #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #drake walker #liam rys #drake x riley x liam

[seung-hwa]

neptune

Word Count: 3.4k

Pairing: Hongjoong x reader

Genre: Pure fucking angst babes

Warnings: listen it’s fucking sad okay, not enough people on here write sad shit and sometimes you just need to be sad alright??

Summary: The mini vacation that you’ve planned for yourself and Hongjoong is the last resort you have to save your dying relationship with him. You may still love him, but love isn’t enough to fix what’s broken.

A/N: This is VERY heavily based off of this song here. Lyrics are italicized.

Pitch black, pale blue. It was a stained glass variation of the truth and I felt empty handed. You let me set sail with cheap wood. So I patched up every leak that I could, ‘til the blame grew too heavy.

The wind that whips is harsh against your skin, the smell of the sea is heavy in the night air as the waves crash against the ocean shore. You try to focus your attention on the way the moon shines down onto the sea, rather than thinking about the argument that just ensued between you and Hongjoong.

This vacation was supposed to be a respite from both of your hectic lives, but of course what was supposed to happen never came to fruition. It started from empty promises before you even boarded the plane. He had sworn to you that he wouldn’t take work with him, that the company understood that he was taking some time for himself. It wasn’t like he was going to be gone for months at a time, just a week. A week is all you asked from him, all you needed was for him to put you first for just a single week.

You had been his rock since before his first audition, there for every single up and down in his career, you have always understood him and his busy schedule. Always. More often than not you felt like he took your patience for granted despite the many times you begged for him to just be present in the moment with you.

For you, this vacation was the last chance you felt like you had with him. You had hoped, with everything inside of you, that he’d leave his work behind and focus on you. It’s not like you asked for much, you figured that this couldn’t, shouldn’t, be so hard for him to do. But, of course, he proved you wrong.

Stitch by stitch, I tear apart. If brokenness is a form of art I must be a poster child prodigy. Thread by thread, I come apart. If brokenness is a work of art, surely this must be my masterpiece.

“You said you wouldn’t do this Joong. You didn’t just tell me you promised me that you’d leave all this shit at home,” you try to be calm but you can both hear the fury beginning to creep its way into your voice.

It was two in the morning, and you had woken up to a cold and empty bed, something you had grown used to back home, but not something you had expected to happen here. The day had been wonderful, you spent the morning exploring the small beach town, grabbed dinner once the sun started to set and as the night befell you spent the rest of it wrapped up in each other's embrace until you both fell asleep. Had you not woken up at this ungodly hour then you would’ve never known that he had snuck off into the night just to work. He had to have known you would wake up, you always do at this time just to go to the bathroom. You can only surmise that he thought he’d be able to make it into bed before you woke up but ended up losing track of time.

“I know baby I’m sorry but-,” you cut him off before he can even give you whatever excuse you know he had already thought of.

“No Hongjoong I don’t want to hear it from you. All I asked is for you to just give me your time this week. Why is that so hard?”

“I don’t get why it matters if you were already asleep,” and of course he won’t just sit there and admit he’s wrong.

“It’s the principle of it! When we’re home I am constantly having to wake up to my boyfriend not even being in the same bed as me. That shouldn’t be the case here, you know that!”

“And you know how busy I am! Honestly (y/n) don’t you think it’s selfish for you to expect me to put my whole career on hold for you?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you blurt out before even thinking about it. You’re automatically heated by his accusation.

“No, actually I’m not kidding at all. You know that I have a comeback just around the corner and you drag me away, the least you can do is let me work without feeling guilty for it,” he says, getting just as heated as you. He stands from the dining room table, now fully facing you and preparing for the argument you’re about to have.

I’m only honest when it rains if I time it right, the thunder beaks. When I open my mouth I wanna tell you, but I don't know how. I’m only honest when it rains, an open book with a torn out page and my ink’s run out. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how.

“This was supposed to be for us! No work! No responsibilities! We were supposed to come out here and just enjoy each other’s time. I didn’t realize it was so selfish of me to want for you to give me the attention you literally never give me when we’re home,”.

He gives you a roll of his eyes and fixes his face into a scowl. He looks as though he’s about to say something else but decides not to as he shakes his head and turns around. You reach for his arm and force him to look back at you.

“No! Nuh uh! You’re not just about to ignore me. Say what you want to say!”

“You really want to hear what I have to say?” He says to you with a raise of his eyebrow, irritation clear in his tone.

“I would love to hear whatever bullshit you’re about to spew right now!”

“You’re clingy, you’re needy, and it’s annoying (y/n). You’re so fucking annoying!” His voice begins to raise.

“Let me tell you something Kim Hongjoong, I’ve been here for you since the very fucking beginning with little to no complaints. The least, the absolute fucking LEAST you could do for me was this. I never ask you for much, NEVER,” it doesn’t hurt you that he’s called you clingy, needy or even annoying, it’s more irritating than anything else because it’s a bold faced lie.

“You take advantage of the fact that I have always stood behind you where others would have left you. And honestly? I am so fucking SICK of being with you when you never give me a moment of your time. Tell me Hongjoong, what the fuck do you want from me?”

“You’re being so dramatic,” he says, clearly none of what you’re saying is getting through to him.

“I don’t care if you think I’m being dramatic. I asked you a question. What the FUCK do you want from ME? Would it suit you better if I was just a little plaything for you to use whenever you need to get your dick wet? Is that what you want? Is that what you need? Because if that’s the case then let me know and I’ll be out of this door in an instant,”.

He raises his hand to his head, fingers rubbing at his temples as you can hear him mumbling under his breath.

“If you’re gonna say something then say it out loud. I’m tired of your shit,” you say.

“You know what. Yes. That’s exactly what I need. For you to leave me the fuck alone so I can get my shit done. Is that what you want to hear?”

I don’t know how. No, I don’t know how. I don't know how. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how. I don’t know how. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how. I wanna love you.

“You want to be alone? Fine! Then be alone! Maybe you’ll finally be able to feel how I’ve felt ever since you fucking joined your company and left me hanging every fucking day!” Your voice doesn’t even sound like your own. You can’t remember the last time you yelled, let alone yelled at Hongjoong. You’re just so sick of having to deal with being in a relationship where you’re the only one who cares enough to try.

You don’t let him answer back to you, instead you grab a jacket and stomp out of the house. You tell yourself that you’ll start packing your bags once you come back in, for now though you need to be able to calm yourself down.

Although the air is cold around you, you feel much warmer out here than you did inside the house. At least you know you can rely on yourself, Hongjoong has proven to you time and time again that you can’t rely on him for anything. You’re too angry to cry, too angry to even think straight as you watch the way the waves crash. Why is it so hard for him to just show you the love you know you deserve. He makes you feel like you’re crazy for wanting him to be present in this relationship, as if it’s a chore for him to love you like how he used to. You understand that he’s stressed from work, but what you don’t understand is his incessant need to always put himself under so much stress that the company doesn’t even expect from him. You’ve met the CEO, you’ve had lunch with him and other staff who treat the boys like kings, they aren’t the ones to put this pressure on Hongjoong. He’s the only person who puts this much stress on himself and you can’t comprehend why.

Maybe it is selfish for you to feel like he buries himself into his work just as a way to get away from you. He always seems to have time for everyone else but you, so what else are you supposed to feel when he makes you out to be the problem. You’ve felt the way he’s drifted from you for a while now, but you always hoped it was just because of work. Now you feel like it’s been purposeful.

You wonder if he still loves you. Do you still love him? Or have you both grown so comfortable with each other that the thought of finding something better, someone better, seems like too much of a hassle? You know he needs someone who will let him do his own thing, if he even needs someone at all. If anything you’re sure that Hongjoong would rather be single and happy than miserable and with you. You, on the other hand, know that you need someone who’ll actually give more than just 10% while you consistently give them 90. You need someone who will make time for you, not because they have to but because they want to.

Pitch black, pale blue. These wild oceans shake what’s left of me loose just to hear me cry mercy. A strong wind at my back so I, I lift up the only sail that I have. This tired white flag.

You can smell the rain before the droplets begin to come down. It’s the realization that you’re in a failed relationship that finally gets the anger to simmer down and become replaced by sadness. It’s far too windy for you to be out, but you would rather freeze out here than be anywhere near him.

As the clouds begin to roll in, the moon disappears, leaving you in pitch blackness. Despite the rain that begins to hit your skin, you stay seated in the sand, kicking off your shoes and digging your toes into the ground. You pull your jacket closer to your body, shivering as the rain begins to pick up. The waves and the rain are almost loud enough to drown out your own thoughts, but the sadness still prevails.

It’s painful to feel like you’ve wasted some of the best years of your life to someone who couldn’t care less. You’ve no idea how long you’ve been outside, and he doesn’t come out for you either. Maybe he’s far too invested in his work to notice how hard the rain is pouring outside of the house, maybe he has his earbuds in and can’t hear the way the thunder rumbles, maybe his eyes are so focused on his computer screen that he can’t see the way the lightning lights up the sky.

You experience all of it. You feel the icy rain stinging your skin, can feel the way the thunder rumbles the ground beneath you, see how the lightning illuminates over the ocean and makes the waves more daunting. And yet all the chaos around you can’t stand a chance to the chaos you feel in your heart.

This was it for you. You told yourself before you even planned the trip that if he couldn’t just keep his focus on you then this was it. You would stick to that decision and live with the consequences. It hurts because you wanted more for the both of you, but he kept putting everything else before you and you were tired of being second best.

When were you allowed to be his priority, especially when he was always yours.

I’m only honest when it rains. If I time it right, the thunder breaks. When I open my mouth I wanna tell you, but I don’t know how. I’m only honest when it rains, an open book with a torn out page and my ink’s run out. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how, know how.

You feel a presence stand next to you. You don’t look up though. You already know it’s him, and it’s raining far too hard for you to bend your head upwards just to confirm your suspicions.

“You shouldn’t be out here,” he says to you.

“If I shouldn’t be here then why are you,” snippiness enters your voice as you continue to stare ahead of you rather than at him.

“Let’s go back in before you catch a cold. Baby you’re soaking wet,” he places a hand on your shoulder and you roll it away from him. His touch is unwanted and the pet name just makes you angry again.

“Don’t pretend to care now just because of your guilty conscience,”.

“(y/n),” he sighs, “I’m not pretending to care. I do care for you please come back inside,”.

“But do you love me?”

“What?”

“You care for me but do you love me Hongjoong?”

“Baby-”

“Don’t call me that. Just answer the question. Do you love me?”

He stays silent, and that’s enough of an answer for you. You stand from your place in the sand, feeling the way it keeps itself attached to your clothes. You don’t even put your shoes on as you make your way back to the house, Hongjoong following right at your heel.

The heat hits you the second you make your way through the door, and a shiver settles into your bones, your mind finally realizing how cold you really are. For what it’s worth he rushes to get you a towel, wrapping it around your body as he steps in front of you. You don’t want to look at him still, but this is a conversation that you know needs to be had.

“Why would you ask me if I love you?” You can see the pain in his eyes, the regret is written clearly in his features and it makes you want to cry. He can sit there and lie to himself all he wants but you know the truth.

“We both know you don’t,”.

You watch him swallow the lump in his throat, tears beginning to gather at his waterline. You’ve rarely seen him cry, in fact you’re sure that Seonghwa has seen him cry more than you have. The thought makes you feel bitter.

“Don’t say that… Don’t pretend to know how I feel,”.

“Don’t lie to me as if I haven’t known you for years, loved you for years,”.

“So what? Do you not love me anymore?” his voice cracks towards the end of his sentence and it tugs at your heart, making you feel more terrible than you already do.

I’m only honest when it rains. If I time it right, the thunder breaks. When I open my mouth, I wanna tell you, but I don’t know how, know how. I’m only honest when it rains, an open book with a torn out page and my ink’s run out. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how.

You do love him. You can’t really stand here and convince yourself that you don’t because you do. You’ve spent so much of your time loving him, and in the beginning you loved the way that he loved you. But you can’t just keep holding on to the hope that he’ll love you the way that he used to. You’ve given so much of yourself to him, all for it to be taken for granted. So even though you do love him, you love yourself more.

“No,” you say with a shaky breath and a broken heart. You follow the way a tear slips out of his eye and down his cheek.

“I think we’ve grown complacent, don’t you?”

His response is to look away from you, hand wiping at his face haphazardly as the tears continue to run. You’re thankful you got all your tears out on the beach because you already feel so exhausted from the crying.

“Is this really just because of the work issue? Is that what needs to change?” there’s a bit of desperation in his tone.

“It’s more than that, but that is part of it, yeah,”.

He doesn't speak again, just letting the tears fall silently as you continue to watch him. You can see the gears in his mind turning, and you wonder if he’ll try to bargain with you, try to beg you to stay. You have to admit that a part of you would very heavily consider it if he pulled aside his pride and did so, but the longer you both stand there the more you know that he won’t do it. You’re sure Hongjoong is trying to convince himself that letting you go is what’s most beneficial to him, and you have to agree. Maybe he would be better off without you, and you’re tired of fighting for something dead.

“Is this it?” he asks you, voice coming out in a whisper. He barely sounds like himself, and it could just be because you find yourself trying to disassociate yourself from the painfulness of it all.

“I think it has to be,”. There’s a pit in your stomach that wasn’t there before, the finality of your words making your body react negatively.

“Okay,” he says, nodding sadly as he looks away from you and around the house in which you were supposed to spend the next six days together. So much for that vacation, huh?

“Now what?” he sighs.

“You can go back in the morning, pack everything up and head out on the first flight tomorrow if you’d like. We can deal with the rest once I come home,” you’re proud of yourself for not having a single voice crack.

He nods at you and heads off towards the room, presumably to pack his things and get his trip planned back home. You’re still shivering in the same spot, a wet puddle lays at your feet that you know you’ll have to clean later. You’ll have to do a lot of things later. For now though you’ll shower, and then sleep on the couch while Hongjoong leaves.

There’s an ache in your chest, a feeling of deep regret, but you know that you deserve to be happy. Hongjoong wasn’t your happiness, he hadn’t been for a very long while and you’ll have to learn to live with that. You’ll have to learn to be okay without him.

I don’t know how. I don’t know how. I don’t know how. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how. I don’t know how. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how. I wanna love you, but I don’t know how. I wanna love you.

More A/N: Alright yes I know that was pretty sad, if you’d like to read a Hongjoong fic that has a happy ending then look at this fic here (or if you just love pain then feel free to read this one instead). But, if those don’t appeal to you then feel free to peruse my masterlist here instead. I do have a tag list so if you’d like to be added onto that then let me know. Okay cool bye!!!!

#hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x y/n #hongjoong x you #Kim Hongjoong x reader #Kim hongjoong x you #Kim hongjoong x y/n #hong joong x reader #hong joong x y/n #hong joong x you #kim hong joong x reader #kim hong joong x you #kim hong joong x y/n #Hongjoong angst #kim hongjoong angst #hong joong angst #kim hong joong angst #I’m so fucking tired of tagging shit #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez angst #ateez #kim hongjoong #kim hong joong

[cocktailjjrs]

Of TR 263 leakes

Spoiler Warning!!!

About Ch 263 Leaks

So like, before the chapter comes out, we can all agree that Mikey was not the one who tore Sanzu’s lips and gave him those perfectly symmetrical scars, right? His hands seem completely clean to me, not a trace of blood anywhere. 

And it also looks like, even after the said incidence (caused by Mikey or not) – Sanzu, Baji and Mikey remained friends – Sanzu looked proud in that panel with Baji, while the latter was either yelling to stop or cheering.

This led me to believe two things -

Either - Sanzu himself was the one behind the whole scar fiasco. Mikey confronted him about the plane, Sanzu tried to punish himself for some reason (?) and while he was hurting himself Mikey jumped in to stop him from doing so, in turn making his hands bloody (Maybe seeing blood on his friends’ hands, that was caused because he blamed him, is what kicked in Mikeys Dark impulse, not sure though)

Or - Sanzu got in fight with some guys, one thing led to another resulting in his scars. When he returned back to Sano house, Mikey was shocked and after learning about the fight he got mad thus his dark impulse kicked in. (We have also seen Mikey getting personal with his friends, so as he tried to comfort Sanzu, in process his hands got the blood). Mikey then beat those kids to a pulp; thus, sanzu being proud and baji cheering or telling to stop

In both cases, the last few seconds or minutes was only what Senju saw and drew her own conclusions. (I mentioned earlier too, this seems to be a whole POV distortion of events)

Either way, Mikey seems to be clean from being a violent freak from childhood.

 P.S.: A cry-baby Mikey seems to have learned to keep his emotions in check. Especially after his mother, where it seems he left the room without showing any emotion and then broke down when he was alone.  Like he did when Draken was stabbed in the 3rd Aug battle; keeping his emotions hidden away even from his own family and friends.

 P.P.S.: Mikey’s dad really resembles Mitchi, huh… Same father? Father’s being friends? Or their father’s being brothers? (And since Wakui just LOVES siblings, I don’t think it would be a farfetched either)

P.P.P.S. (this is getting long) – I’m a bit confused with the timeline here. Emma came to Sano house around age 3(?) and we see her there crying when Mikey’s mom died. So, did Mikey’s dad had an affair or what? Or did they get divorced or something, and he left their mom with one year old or younger Mikey?

 The questions just keep’s getting added to already big pile of unanswered ones we have. Anyone got any ideas? 

Lemme Know, Toodles!

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revenger spoilers #tokyo revengers theories #mikey #mikey sano #emma sano #sanzu haruchiyo #akashi haruchiyo #akashi senju #keisuke baji #mama sano #papa sano #takemichi hanagaki #draken #tr 263 #tr 263 spoilers #nothing much just more questions to be answered #tr spoilers #senju kawaragi

[dorn-queen-of-thorns]

Is Sarada the reincarnation of Obito?

And hello again!

As some of you should recognize, that Sarada is one of my favorite characters of the new gen and it's really sad, what the writers are doing to her in the actual arc.

But if they 're planing something , which I assume, then she will become an incredibly character .

Next to the older gen: I mentioned once, that one of my beloved characters is Obito.

( He's the first one, second one is Naruto. Sorry Naruto! 😘)

I enjoyed his very dark side, his sad past and at last his incredible redemption.

So I think, that the writers are inspired of Obito's character design and rewrite him, but this time everything will end in a good way for this character to reach its target and to get its beloved lifetime partner.

Here are the points, which I see as a hint.

1. They have the same dream.

Okay, this one is easy. Both want or wanted to become the next Hokage in their generation.

2. Both have in their childhood the same characters designs.

Sarada and Obito were / are as children very kind beings.

Sarada, as an example protected little children against Kawaki, when they were in the village together for the first time.

Obito came often too late and it would explained in one case.

He came too late, because he wanted to help an old lady to escort across the street.

Also it exists two speaches, which shows, that they stand/stood up for weaker ones and friends.

Like these images are showing us:

In Sarada's case, she speaks about Kagura. In Obito's case, he spoke about Rin.

Both are also very emotional and sensitive beeings in their childhood.

Obito told sometimes, that he had something in his eyes after he cried .

3. Both are explained as weak Uchiha's in their childhood

Both wear / wore glasses. For characters with one of the mightiest Dojutsu's in their world, this is a big negativ point.

Obito was considered untalented and that he developed his first Tomoe very late in his childhood. He had to take eyedrops.

Sarada has issues with her chakra controll and looses her consciousness after overusing it.

4. Both have the same signs in their eyes in one scene or opening:

I explained these sign in my "Sarada's development part 2".

I explain now the signs in their eyes and it might be a foreshadowing for Sarada's development and really mighty boost for her power.

We know all Uchiha's are Yin chakra control users, but Obito got also the control of the Yang chakra nature, which is very rare in the Naruto verse. I assume, that it happened, because Madara healed him with Hashirama cells.

Only Naruto, Obito, Madara and the Otsuki's can / could do that.

Why do i speak of Yin and Yang chakra control?

It's the sign in their eyes.

The crescent moon is the sign for Yin.

The circle is the sun and the sign for Yang.

These signs were shown in the Kaguya sealing fights. One side was the Yin side shown as a crescent moon, the other one was the Yang side, shown as the sun.

5. Something, that might happen with Sarada in the near future:

It exists a scene, what could happen with Sarada in the end of the Code arc.

It shows , how she will be attack by Delta in opening 7.

It's the same side, which was also the injured body side of Obito. I also believe, that she might get healed with Hashirama cells, like it happened with Obito and developing a Rinnegan.

And with the newest leaks of the actual episode, we get another hint, that I could be right with my assumption:

Do you see the little scretch on her right side? I don't think, that it is a coinsedence.

Poor girl.

So for the next episode, i doubt, that Sarada will develop her 3rd Tomoe. It is shown in the opening 10, that she might skip her 3rd Tomoe into the MS like Obito did.

6. One thing, which she hasn't in common with Obito:

She isn't in love with someone, who has rejected her until now like it happened with Obito.

He had such a tragic backstory. 😢

So these are some points, which I have found out.

Please, share your opinions with me. I like to read them.

I will update my theory from time to time.

Editing after some month's:

I'm surprised. That my thoughts, that Sarada has Ootsutsuki blood has in herself by her lineage, are right. I had written this in one of my theories.

And the probability are definitiv possible. It would explain, why Sarada is safe against Aida's abbility.

Now to my new objection: I said in this theory, that Sarada is a Obito like character and I got a new clue for it:

Remember how Kakashi lost his eye?

He lost it by a cut after an attack by an opponent.

I wouldn't wonder if Sarada also lost an eye or more she will injured heavyly like it happened to Obito.

This would be a similaritiy again that the relationship between Boruto and Sarada is a silbing ship. Like Kakashi and Obito and one of them will turn to the dark side. And I wouldn't wonder, if this person is Boruto.

So I will update my theories from time.

Stay safe and see ya!

#kawasara #sarada uchiha #boruto #kawaki x sarada

[trans-p03g]

not that anon but PLEASE DO SHARE UR THOUGHTS WITH THE NEW AU I AM SO EXCITED

Copy pasted convo with Jupiter on my discord server let's gooooo

Grimora is an eldritch god confined to an old temple built for her by people long forgotten by time, deep in caves near the sea. She's been alone for a very, very long time, as anybody that looks at her quickly loses sanity which very often leads to their death. The only company she has are her three ghouls, former followers, that she mostly avoids out of guilt. She never wanted to bring anybody pain, it's not her fault people become obsessed with her or lose their minds when they see her.

The temple is located nearby a small fishing town populated solely by blind people-- they gauged and burned their eyes out, some simply sawn their eyelids shut, for their own safety.

The outskirts of the temple become a scrapyard of sorts; the place people drop things they'd rather stay forgotten, as nobody dares venture near that place.

One of these things is P03, a half-broken robot abandoned there by their creator (or on the run, still yet to decide on their origin). They end up straying deeper into the tunnels in hopes to avoiding the rain, and soon stumble onto the template and in turn, Grimora.

And much to her surprise and delight, P03 is completely unaffected by her presence.

"Aren't you...affected?"

"By what?"

"My appearance?"

"...I suppose you look cool."

"...That's it?"

"And...pretty...?"

And Grimora's just ?????? W h a t

Not exactly how it happened but P03 would absolutely think she was trying to flirt with them in a very weird way

OH YEAH

Mags could be a blind preacher from the town. I imagine he could be a priest that went a little off his rocket, warning people about the abomination (rude) in the nearby caves

also imagine old gods dont rly have gender, but grimora went "im a girl, actually". diversity win! this horror beyond your human comprehension is transfem

(There are two ideas for Leshy in this AU, the flower shop Leshy is mine, the mad hermit Leshy is Jupiter's idea and I'll share it in a bit)

OH WHAT IF

Leshy leads a flower shop in the town, mostly specialising in herbs and natural medicine, and he's got very opposing views to Mags?

I also realised that P03 can freely interact with people in the town because they're all blind so they don't know he's a bot

Leshy would quickly realise he's a bot because he's a bit touchy? not in a weird way, just often pats people on the back, chest, shoulders etc. But he wouldn't say a thing, even to P03. Maybe he could give P03 some clothes after he figures out they don't have any - waterproof, of course

P03 was built to be waterproof but now he's pretty broken so they've got to be careful

And also what if Mora figures out (thanks to P03) that she could take on a more human form? but still covers every bit of her skin and wears a dark veil just in case

Maybe it could be some weird thing where she's both a "human" and still sitting in that spot in the temple, kind of like a meat puppet that's an extension of herself? maybe there is a tendril connecting the two bodies, but as grimora isn't fully on the same plane of existence then neither is that tendril- think of it like sort of a 4d thing, maybe a glimpse of it sometimes casts a shadow into this dimension, but it's blurry and barely there, and since it's a shadow it thankfully doesn't make people go nuts

I imagine Grimora looks like an enormous shifting mass, like a carcass of a god fallen from her former glory, tendrils from her growing through the entire temple like roots

(This bit is sent by Jupiter, if you're reading this hiii I'm leaking our dms 💜 /j) Yes yes okay so I just read over everything, but before you put that up I had a couple ideas for Leshy - I was thinking, what if he was the only man in the town who could still see? And he's like batshit crazy, only every now and then he says shit that makes sense in the most horrifying way possible. Like this guy is a fuckin hermit living up in the woods, he talks to the goddamn sparrows on his front porch - oh, and by the way, he has terrifyingly accurate information on Grimora and her crypt that nobody understands how he got ahold of. He could also become very good friends with PO3. I imagine that even though he can very clearly see it's a bot, this man just does not care and PO3 just kinda lets him ramble off into next Thursday without a damn care in the world cause at least he's nice.

(Me) The guy chats to squirrels and eats dirt but he's still a better company than that preaching priest

(Jupiter) also I like to think he's actually kinda chill when he's not being a crazy motherfucker; like he'll just sit on his porch and watch the sunset and PO3 likes getting to kinda share that silence with him

(Me. Yes, believe it or not it's more convenient for me to copy-paste like this, the letters on my phone are Very Large and it would not all fit in 10 screenshots) Maybe Leshy could still make him a fitting hoodie! I want P03 to wear a hoodie here but mf has a pretty big head so he'd need a custom one

(Jupiter) you know what would be fun? we drag Luke into this. Idiot that wandered into town. This guy just showed up, ignored all the warnings, and ended up with permanent nightmares

(Me) OH, PARANORMAL INVESTIGATOR LUKE? OR JOURNALIST? maybe he was already blind just so he's safe

Or he isn't, I was actually thinking that just glancing at Grimora wouldn't be a death sentence so as long as he's careful he should be fine*

*As long as the locals don't gauge his eyes out

(Jupiter) Maybe he and Kaycee are doing some kind of project together?

(Me) Maybe Leshy is Kaycee's uncle or something?

And she really thinks that the town is pretty weird but not anything paranormal, but Luke thinks otherwise so he convinces her to go under the guise of visiting Leshy

(Jupiter) Okay hear me out

What if one of them looked at her and just fucking started going crazy, and the other (whichever you decide on) is desperately trying to save their friend from losing their mind, and they end up trying to get help from this batshit crazy hermit living up in the mountains who somehow saves them through this really creepy ritual, only they're never the same after that? It would also be really cool if part of the going crazy thing was them just constantly having visions of the dead buried beneath the town

(Me) i again like the idea of a simple glance not being enough, so maybe one of the two gets lost in the temple?

(Jupiter) HEAR ME OUT

Please consider that Grimora herself feels terrible for what she did and goes to the friend to try to save them herself, only to seal their fate when they catch a glimpse of her and just fucking lose it entirely.

(Me) i honestly want the two to have a happy-ish ending somehow and Grimora probably would know better after everything that happened in the past bUT. BUT THAT'S A POSSIBILITY.

also imagine P03's creators come to get it so she just decides to show herself to them to help the botfriend (bot boyfriend)?

(Jupiter) Imagine she fucking like, shows her true form to them or something - (oooh maybe that has the more instant affect? When she's not hiding behind the veil of mortality?) and these people just fuckin pass away on the spot alskjdfa;

(Me) and it probably finally clicks for p03 like "oh...I guess the townspeople weren't overreacting"

(Jupiter) She returns to her usual form and it's just like "Well that explains some things."

(Me) also i want sawyer and royal to be her old deceased followers that were somehow reanimated, tho i dunno how yet

(Jupiter) They're just vibin lmao

you hear distant, terrified screaming and these two are just sipping margaritas and making bets on who goes crazy first

(Me) OH YEAH

even in her "human" form Grimora is intimidating

A giant lady dressed in all black, long dress that drags on the ground, black gloves and of course a dark veil covering her face

ALSO GRIM BEING CONSTANTLY WORRIED THAT SHES GONNA EVENTUALLY HURT P03

Even though he's shown that he's not affected at all, she's still scared that one day it'll stop or that it takes longer for an artificial being like them to be broken, or it shows in a different way

so she avoids showing herself to him as much as she can

it takes a long time for P03 to convince her to remove her veil so he can see her face

(Jupiter) Wait please imagine - it just looks at her for a long time, before smiling and saying "You're beautiful...you know that?" in a really soft voice and Grimora just breaks down

(Me) YUP, SHE'D CRY. she just gets to her knees and covers her mouth and starts sobbing, and P03 is very awkward and doesn't understand social cues (neurodivergent robot ahoy) so he instantly thinks he said something wrong and starts apologising and asks if she's okay

and she just sushes him, gently strokes his face and just smiles and says "I love you...I love you so much."

bonus points if they also kiss for the first time

funfact, grimora's favourite animals are bugs

because ants cant go crazy when they look at her

P03 MAKES HER LITTLE TRINKETS RESEMBLING BUGS AND INSECTS AS GIFTS

(Jupiter)It makes her a lil stinkbug out of scrap metal it finds and welds together and it's Grimora's most prized possession ;-;

(Me) she has an entire collection of little bugs made by p03 but that one is her favourite

grimora tries to learn some handiwork stuff so she could repair her botfriend if necessary

(Jupiter) frantically looking through Youtube videos

love the thought of PO3 trying to teach her how the internet works

(Me) google earth is probably her favourite thing because she's been confined to her temple for centuries

the first time it shows her stuff they end up watching cute cat and puppy videos the whole day

FINALLY IT'S DONE

#asks

[frostedcupcakesftw]

February 2026: The US government gets rid of the need of a warrant to search online spaces, ie, private discords, twitter dms, snapchat messages- they claim they do this in order to fight the war on terror, but this change comes after various incidents of top secret classified information leaking through discord dms.

March 2026: In response to this law passing, the internet riots with memes and petitions. The memes about the "FBI Agent watching you" have never been so plentiful and accurate.

Late March 2026: A group of incredibly online furries get the idea to fight back in their own way. There begins a movement to add a channel called "top secret info" into all the major furry discords. Here, people post images that are spoiler tagged and captioned things like "Terrorism Plot Plans" or "Nuclear Silo Locations Map" but the image itself is just the most graphic furry porn they could dig up. The joke here being any NSA agent trying to dig up dirt in the servers using keywords will be jump-scared by furry porn first.

August 2026: This meme spreads like wildfire, until most major online spaces have a shit post forum that does something similar. However, due to this phenomenon, there are no more than 10 different cases of actual US top secret information leaking in these forums, and 1 real terrorism plot planned there (but not carried out). This meme gets coverage on CNN and a popular furry artist's oc is used as the news thumbnail without being credited, causing 3 days worth of discourse on Twitter+

May 2027: It is leaked that to combat this phenomenon, the US government had developed an AI data scrapper trained to detect actual potential top secret information leaks (ie diagrams of missiles, planes, subs, maps, guns etc) from the traditional trappings of furry porn.

July 2027: A subset of furry artists begin to add features to their art that specifically mimic what the AI is looking for. Furry porn art featuring a phallus shaped exactly like a nuclear missile is especially popular.

August 2028: The nuclear missile dick is incredibly popular, resulting in most furry porn art featuring one.

April 2030: The nuclear missile dick ingrains itself in the mind of furries everywhere. 1 out of 5 furries is assumed to subscribe their own fursona to having a nuclear missile dick. In the pursuit of fursuit perfection, furries begin to flood the black market to buy up uranium so they can accurately depict their fursonas by making them nuclear capable.

August 2031: In Anaheim California, two furries meet in a Hilton hotel room near where Anahiem's Furcon 2031 is being held. They bump uglies while in fursuit, causing a Cat 5 nuclear event centered in Anaheim. The US government mistakes this for a nuclear attack from Russia, and immediately retaliate with nukes of their own.

August 2031, same day: Nuclear warfare breaks out. 3 billion die on this first day.

October 14th, 2033: The last human on earth perishes in a nuclear wasteland.

#I dare somebody to blaze this for me #In not explaining this tho #this is the future liberals want #Shit post

[shinyobjectreviews]

March of the Machine Aftermath is fine

I keep seeing people complain about MOM aftermath, and while understand a lot of them, I disagree with a lot of it. I don't think the set is incredible, but I don't think it needs to be hated on in the same vein as double feature or 30th anniversary edition.

And luckily, the Professor just came out with a video that conveniently lists complaints, so I can just use that as a basis!

Only 5 cards per booster pack

This is one of the most common complaints, and I disagree with ti fully. When's the last time you opened a booster pack and there were more than 5 cards that you wanted from it? Maybe if it's a brand new set or you're a super collector who wants 4 of every card, but otherwise, no, most of the cards just turn into bulk. So if the 5 cards there are equivalent to the 5 best cards of a normal booster pack I don't see a difference, unless you physically need the cards because, I dunno, you use them as fire starter. I think it's perfectly normal to want more things, but they're not doing anything, so they might as well not be there, so in this case, they aren't.

The cards aren't good

So then obviously this is the issue, right? If the cards aren't good, then the small packs matter, right? But this is entirely subjective. The cards look good to me. There's a lot of fun ones in there! A lot of people say they're going to buy singles, and well if they are, then obviously the cards are good, right? Every single card in the set looks like it could have a home in a deck. All of them. There's no filler if you ask me. No, they're not all the best cards in the world that will rock standard to its foundation, but does anyone want that? Does anyone want a set where every card is the top of the format? If the card has even, like, 6 cards that end up seeing standard play, then it will have had as large an impact as most recent sets, and far more in comparison to its set size.

No Real Story

Again, incredibly subjective. Every card outside of maybe tranquil frillback and Vesuvian Drifter shows us something happening on a plane or with a character. It shows us what is lost, what is safe, what's being rebuilt, and how people feel. More than most sets if you ask me.

Very little flavor text

Just because a card doesn't have flavor text doesn't mean it doesn't have flavor. You're telling me Arni Metalbrow needed flavor text? Or the Kenrith's Royal Funeral? This has been a thing for years now, but people have never, ever been satisfied with the amount of story content we get.

The Pinkertons

Here's where I'm going to break from the pack a lot. I think WOTC were somewhat justified to send the pinkertons. Put yourself in their shoes: someone has some of your unreleased product, but claims to have gotten it through legal means. You can't sue them you can't call the cops on them, you don't even know who they are, really. But they also won't stop. They are doing it because they want the views. What can you do to stop them? Hire some private detectives to find out who this person is and stop them from revealing the whole set (it didn't work in time). The pinkertons are probably the only organization large enough to basically find one guy who could be anywhere AND try and get your possibly stolen product back. Like, someone at WotC probably just googled "how do I find a person on the internet and get them to stop leaking important information" and clicked the first link, and was in too much of a rush to double check anything. Also, the guy who did it had to have known what he was doing, and I don't trust him at all to give an honest account of what happened without embellishing things to make him look better.

Abuse of wealth and power

If someone is doing something that negatively affects you full well knowing they are, what else can you do? This guy was basically doing the card game equivalent of sharing private pics online. He knew he shouldn't be doing it, why would asking him to stop ever work? This wasn't an abuse of power, it's just the only thing they could do in the situation.

No Longer play standard

Okay, this is more of a reason not to buy the product than a reason to complain about the product. And yeah, standard kinda sucks. But it's clear this set is heavily focused on commander, seeing as how of the 35 rares or mythics, 22 of them are commanders. So in that sense, it's succeeding, and making it standard legal is moreso to reflect how it's a continuation of the plot and also because why not. If the cards are of that power level, why not let them be in that format?

Okay that was pretty much everything. I don't think the set is great, I just think it's average. People are disappointed because it's something new but doesn't feel worth it to them. I think it's fine if something is new without being novel.

[writesmutandbeproud]

Get to know your fic writer!

Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics? - One-shots

Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go? - depends 

Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic - talking to myself a lot/daydreaming + writing it roughly down - trying to make it into something presentable - edit 

Where do you find inspiration for new ideas? - spite 

Do you like constructive criticism? - yes! 

Do you have your work beta'd? How important is this to your process? - would love to have a beta but no

How do you choose which POV to write from? - coolest POV wins

Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story? - middle

Do you comment on stories you read? - yes, the ones I like and on the ones I think have great potential

Name your three favorite fics right now - The Lemonade Leak by TurtleSoupSwimmer;  No Rest For The Weary by Nekotsuki; Cass apocalyptic series 

how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you? love feedback and it makes me generally write faster, no feedback is okay too, but I tend to lose interest in a fandom when the community is inactive

what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow? I use paragraphs and grammarly

how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences? - love indulging in my own sadness and project it to fictional characters 

How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic? - uhm, yes

How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them? - 42, the apocalypse is the worst case scenario for all of them, in order to gain the power to protect his family Mikey has to leave them and slowly becomes a stranger...  

What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block) - I stop writing

Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles? - before, I have a list of titles I want to use and as long as they loosely fit the theme I don’t mind if its not a perfect match

What is your most-used tag on your ao3? - Hurt/Comfort

Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc? - yes, it drives me nuts, there are so many words out there why do I always end up using the same?

Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story? - depends 

Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc) - yes, not a fan of insert reader

Best writing advice for other writers? - Just write something that you are passionate about. Do it! It doesn't have to be perfect, I just wanna read it! 

Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you? - none, all the advice I got so far was good

What fic do you wish you got more of a response on? - My Percy Jackson stuff (Chasing Shadows) - like I had a lot of ideas and loved the characters, but I kinda felt alone and it was hard to continue writing without someone reading. Now I am at a point were I don’t remember what I planed and am not that interested in the protagonists anymore... 

Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride? - Heroes and Villains. I wrote this when I was bored out of my mind during my theoretical lessons to become a nurse. It was really fun and the pacing I had going still scares and amazes me...

What is your most and least favorite part of writing? - editing and when you have a scene in your head you are already done with but then you still have to write it down (you know what to do but you just don’t want to) 

On average, how much writing do you get done in a day? - that differs greatly

What’s your revision or editing process like? - post the chapter first and edit later (I have no patience). It helps me during editing when I can read it on ao3 or else I have to print it. Also it’s not such a big deal since I mostly write one-shots     

Do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? - no polishing for me, but you don’t want to know what my ‘rough drafts’ look like... 

Do you start with the characters or the plot when writing? - characters. Always. First I hyperfixate and then I make it everyone else problem

Name three of your favorite fanfic writers. - boopboop, ThatOneGirlBehindYou, akurosa

Do you want to be published some day? - Idk

Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer? - hopefully completing my WIPs

What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain? - let them be a characters too, not just plot devices  

How do you write kissing scenes? - depends 

How do you choose where to end a chapter? - most dramatic part 

Would you ever write commissions? depends 

Share a snippet from a WIP - ”Remember our seminar ‘hug.it.out’? There is a sequel - ‘mistakes happen’ followed by don’t judge a book by its cover’” 

If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see? - BTL/Oblivium - Part 1: Andrew hugging Varian in their prison cell

Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person? - the ones I love I reread again and again

What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it? - No Rest For The Weary by Nekotsuki, yes it is awesome!!!

Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person? - sadistic joy in emotionally whumping ... but then you have to make them feel better too

What mistakes do you keep making no matter how many times your beta corrects you? - writing in past tense and adding another embedded sentence that has a verb with an -ing in it 

Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh? - both (and if I am really good I do it simultaneously) 

How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc) - depends

How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting? - not so many 4-5 times... I am mostly glad it’s out... editing comes later when I have more distance towards it (aka when deleting a sentence did not feel like erasing a part of my soul) 

What do you look for in a beta? - good grammar skills

Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them? - sometimes, I take it as a compliment and if I feel there is something I can respond too I will otherwise I’ll ignore it 

How long is your longest fic? - 15.000 words, I like it short and sweet when I write, otherwise I don’t finish 

What’s your total AO3 word count? -  169,663

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? - yes, cause it’s polite 

How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both? - depends on the fandom, I usually write when I think something is missing

What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process? - sharing your passion about things you love

Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones? - Varian is my favorite

What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on? - I try to do the ‘show don’t tell’ stuff, foreshadowing and to connect even the oneshots 

Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished? - both

What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc) - daydreaming about really dramatic stuff in my head

Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone? - yes... most of them know (probably not my grandparents but I wouldn’t hide it when it comes up)

Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like? - best feeling ever!!! like I make screenshots and stuff

Why do you continue writing fics? - spite and love

Thoughts on cliffhangers? - love them but you better not let me hang forever 

Something you hate to see in smut. - stuff with animals?

Something you love to see in smut. - love and affection

Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project - ... for now I kinda just wanna finish them

How do you deal with writing pressure (ie. pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc.)? - I’ll break down completely and switch fandoms (neg. comments: I write more cause yay a comment!)

Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas? depends

What, if anything, do you do for inspiration? - reading

What work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing? - they are all my beloved little babys

When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write? - depends

When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.? - lots and lots of notes, tables, and charts, like for emotionally development, goals, physical updates... it’s a mess 

What order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else? - depends, if I am motivated front to back... and if not favorite scenes 

What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works? - nothing 

You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it? - this is a really mean question... and makes me feel rather insecure about my writing style

What scene in took the longest to write? What was difficult about it? - Cracks in the Mirror, Storm in a Teacup - Part 3, Leo’s drowning scene. Cause I knew what it feels like, and what the mood supposed to be was but the words kept on failing me

Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut? - not that many. I stop when I am satisfied. everything not used goes into the ‘scene folder’ and gets eventually recycled in another project

Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written?  BTL/Oblivium - Part 1, its rare for me to go to such dark places emotionally while writing... but it was fun in the ‘what have I done’ kind of way