#hes trying to make an apology video for. what. the third time now.

[industrialgender]

i do still think james somerton shouldve just quietly put his patreon back up at the end of the month and try to scam money from the ppl who didnt have time to cancel their subscriptions...

[16wolke11]

CAR SEX - Franco Colapinto

A/N Well, I am sure many of you have seen the video of Franco telling us the fact that he had sex in a car. Enjoy?

WORDS: 3548

WARNINGS: NSFW (Oral (male receiving) / fingering / unprotected sex / tying hands / public sex (car + on top of it) / Franco is rather dominant)

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"You good?" Franco asks me, fingers tapping on the steering, eyes flickering over to me, before being back on the street, like the traffic is going to disappear as soon as he closes his eyes.

"Hm..." I just hum, eyes wandering over his body. When exactly did he decide to ditch his shirt again? It is hot, probably the right decision, but now in the dark, the only light is reflected by his slightly sweaty skin, fuelling my thoughts in my head.

"I know this is tiring, but I promise it will be worth it." Franco refers to the traffic, but my mind is in a completely different state and when he places his hand on my thigh to squeeze it reassuringly, I can't stop the whimper from leaving my lips.

Franco is silent for a moment before a chuckle leaves his lips. "You are horny." I can hear the grin on his lips and when he tries to draw a pattern with his fingers on my thigh, I swat his fingers away.

"Well, you look hot, okay?" I hiss at him and can see how he tilts his head to the side, something he usually does when he is confused.

"It's dark outside." He informs me, gesturing around and even though outside it might be dark, it isn't exactly pitch black with so many cars around us.

"And still, I can see those fucking abs." I grumble, refusing to look at him and his damn muscles.

"Sorry?" Franco asks and then there is silence for a moment, when a thought forms in my head. He is right, it is rather dark outside. I bite down on the inside of my cheek, before deciding to be bold.

"How about a little entertainment?" I ask him, pulling my knees up to kneel on my seat, body turned in Franco's direction. He waits for me to say more, but I just kiss him, once, twice and for good luck a third time.

"What are you up to?" Franco asks with a soft chuckle, and I grin.

"Just a little fun." I peck his cheek before I let my hand wander. Down his chest, fingers trailing along his muscles, feeling how they twitch under my touch and how Franco tenses under them.

"Mi Vida, we are still in the car." Franco mutters when my fingers dip under the waistband of his shorts, but he doesn't protest and helps me to pull them down slightly by lifting his hips like he accepted his fate.

"And? You are the one who told me it is dark outside." I giggle and Franco groans. He doesn't say anything when my mouth follows the path my fingers did a few moments ago. I place open-mouth kisses on his skin, nip on it with my teeth from time to time, making him hiss under my touch, but he still does nothing to stop me.

When I reach his length, it has fully hardened. I wrap my fingers around the base, holding it upright, before lowering my mouth. Lips wrapping around his tip, for a soft suck brings the first reaction out of Franco.

"Fuck! You are going to be the death of me." He groans and I need to hold back the smile when I take more of him. Lips protectively over my teeth to not scrape his sensitive skin with them, fingers carefully playing with his balls, while I try to pick up a rhythm. The position I am in isn't exactly comfortable, but for now, it will do.

"Just like that love." Franco mumbles, fingers brushing over the back of my head while I keep up the rhythm of lifting and lowering my head. My fingers dig softly into the flesh of his thigh, making Franco groan and before I can realise, he pushes my head down, making me gag slightly. Immediately the pressure from my neck disappears and Franco lets me lift my head.

"Sorry." Franco apologizes, searching in my eyes if I am okay and I don't say anything, just softly gnaw on my lower lip. He tips his head slightly to the side before a mischievous grin spreads on his lips.

"You liked it?"

"Don't kink shame me." I slap my hand against his chest, making him giggle softly. "You know I like being handled by you." I add with a softer voice now, reminding him of the fact that we discovered before. That I like being adjusted to his liking by him, all with consent, but still being controlled by him. The smile doesn't leave Franco's lips when his hand wanders to the back of my neck, carefully leading my head closer to his.

"Then finish what you started." He whispers, lips brushing over my cheek and before I can even try to go back down Franco pushes me. I need to stabilize myself with my hands on his thighs, quickly opening my mouth when I can feel the pressure of his thumb digging into my neck.

I want to start slow again, making my way from the tip to the base, but Franco takes my words seriously. His hand is hard on my neck while he is pushing me down. He is still careful, but usually, I would go slower. I remember the tips I used as a teenager during the first blowjobs. How breathing and other things can help with relaxing the throat, suppressing the gag reflex and I do them to help me to get used to the feeling.

I lap Franco's length with my tongue, tracing the prominent vein, following it all up to the tip, where I swirl my tongue around. Franco groans softly and pushes my head back down, hand wrapping around my hair to keep my movements to his liking. Tears swell up in my eyes, but I can still take it. He is setting the pace and the depth of my movements now. Deciding how deep I have to take him and how quickly need to adjust to the different amounts of his length in my mouth.

My fingers are pressed in his thigh, probably leaving crescent-shaped marks, but he doesn't say anything. Pushing me deeper, keeping me there for a moment, before letting me go up again. Franco continues this pattern, before he keeps me up, letting me just keep his tip between my lips. I can taste the saltiness of his precum leaking out of his tip and I focus on licking it up.

"I am going to come down your throat." Franco announces voice strained like he has to hold himself back from just fucking my mouth. I appreciate his warning, hum softly around him and get another groan in response, before he pushes my head down again. Deeply buried in my mouth Franco carefully moves his hips, hesitating, but the want is there. My fingers dig deeper into his skin and with gripping my hair harder, keeping me way down on his length Franco orgasms. His cum is hot in my mouth, barely being in there before it just shoots down my throat. I feel like choking for a second, but then Franco lets me pull back, finally letting me take a deep breath.

"Are you okay." Franco asks me, genuinely concerned when he sees my tear-stained eyes, but I can just nod at his question. It might have been a lot, but it was what I wanted to try. He leans his forehead against mine, a gesture of being there, before whispering a soft praise.

"You did great."

A shiver runs down my spine and I sigh softly. My skin feels hot, shirt clamping to it and I need a moment to calm my body down again. Franco waits until I open my eyes, and look at him again, before muttering another command.

"And now lean back and open your legs for me." I do as he says, spreading my legs on the seat, while leaning back, trying to ignore the thrill of being in the car, even though I was the one sucking off Franco just a few minutes ago. Franco turns his body a bit, making it look like to anyone who might try to spot us in the car like we are having a conversation, while his fingers wander up the inside of my leg.

Trailing over the skin, leaving a hot pattern on it and I almost whine impatiently, even though I know he wouldn't get quicker if I did. Luckily Franco doesn't let me wait long, fingers reaching the hem of my skirt and simply wandering under it until he reaches my middle. Fingertips hooking into the side of my panties, before skilfully dipping under them.

"You are dripping." Franco groans and shifts in his seat, while I lift my hips, trying to create some of the desired friction. His fingers dig into my thigh, like he is indicating me to hold still and when I follow his wordless command his fingers are back under my panties. Coating his fingers with my slick by brushing them through my folds a couple of times. He ignores my clit, and I would like to whine, tell him to finally pleasure me, but I am sure he wouldn't have any of it, loving to take his time with me.

"Oh, yes." I moan when Franco suddenly pushes two fingers into me. It's not hurting, but being stretched around his fingers is something I always need to get used to, especially when he just starts with not one but two. I would like to close my legs, lift my hips and push against his touch, getting the most out of it, but at the same time I know we are still in public, that anyone could look inside right now and that I need to try to act normal, so I just bite down on the inside of my cheek, clenching down on Franco's fingers, while he patiently waits.

Slowly he turns his hand, adjusting the angle of his fingers, before slowly picking up a rhythm, pulling his fingers almost out completely, before pushing them back in knuckles deep. I curl my fingers into the fabric of my skirt, eyes switching between how his hand disappears under my skirt and his eyes being focused on me. His thumb brushing over my clit from time to time, while he still moves his hand slowly gets me closer and closer to an orgasm, something I crave for so long now.

Just when Franco slips a third finger in, the driver behind us honks and Franco freezes. I blink a couple of times, realising that the traffic is finally going forward again. Franco sighs softly and even though I know what is happening now, I still try to stop him.

"Fran, please...don't." I whimper, but he pulls his hand out, getting back into the right position to drive. He starts the car, giving the person behind us an apologetic wave, before driving off.

"Sorry mi vida, have to keep driving." Franco mutters, but I just cross my arms in front of my chest. Stupid manual car. If we were in an automatic Franco could just keep going, but like this, it isn't possible.

"I hate you right now." I grumble and for a second Franco's hand is softly placed on my thigh. I know he tries to comfort me, but his touch is anything but that right now, so I just shove it away. Crossing my legs, I try to savour the last bits of pleasure, but the orgasm is way too far away again.

"I know, give me a moment to think." Franco reassures me and I squint my eyes at him. Is he going to summon another traffic or what is in his head? Before I can think further, Franco takes the next exit, leading to one of the parking lots for truck drivers and people needing a break. One of those dark ones I usually wouldn't step on, especially not in the dark.

"What are you doing?" I ask Franco "We should have stayed on this road for at least another hour."

"Shh," Franco grins, putting a finger in front of his mouth. "Fixing your needs comes first." He tells me and my eyes widen. Is he serious right now?

"Really?" I ask him, looking around the area he decided to stop in. It is almost pitch black here, the trucks around us are all parked at least five spots away, all of them dark, the only light coming from the passing cars on the motorway we just left. Not enough light to show us to others, just enough for us to see the silhouettes of each other.

"You are the one who started this." Franco says which is the truth I can't argue with. He pushes back his seat all the way, creating some space between himself and the steering.

"Come sit on my lap." Franco pats on his lap and I don't even hesitate. I straddle him, knees placed beneath his thighs and for a moment we just look at each other. Noses brushing against each other before we kiss softly. Calm even though the moment is full of heat, kissing is always something we like to earth each other. Franco wraps his arm around my waist, before detaching our lips.

"And now relax." He instructs me and I close my eyes to concentrate fully on him. Franco's fingers brush over my thigh again, but he doesn't stay there for long. He pushes aside my panties and because I am still wet, he can just slip two of his fingers back inside where he stops.

"Oh god Franco." I whimper, hands holding onto his shoulders while I grind my hips into his hand. He lets me move but adds his own. Creating harder and softer thrusts of his fingers, twisting them slightly to reach a certain spot, making me whimper in his arms, clenching around his fingers, and just desperate for the orgasm.

"Hm, love hearing your moans." Franco whispers and finally, he lets a third finger slip in, the point where we were stopped before, but now he just keeps going. Thumb finding my clit and with the combination of his fingers inside of me and the one teasing my clit I orgasm around his fingers. Carefully Franco helps me through the waves and pulls away when a soft whimper leaves my lips.

"Thank you, I really needed that." I sigh and lean my forehead against his, grateful that he did that short stop just for me.

"We are not finished." Franco tells me and I lift my head in confusion. He opens the door, and I just look at him. What does he mean and why the hell do we have to leave the car?

"Franco?" I ask him, but he just points outside.

"Outside." He tells me and before I can even react, he lifts me off his lap, letting my feet hit the ground, knees almost buckling because of the position I was in before and the orgasm still slightly spasming through my muscles.

"What are you doing?" I ask him another question while Franco jumps out of the car and brings me to the backside of the truck. He opens the small door to the truck's loading area where we have our suitcases and other stuff for the trip.

"Up." He tells me and again, just manhandles me, lifting me up before following me and closing the door behind us. The edges of the truck might not be high enough to cover us when we are sitting, but they would hide us when we lay down and slowly, I get what Franco is up to.

"We can't..." I mutter, but he stops me.

"We can."

He shuffles our stuff to the sides, creating a barrier with a space in the middle for us, before carefully pushing me onto my back.

"I created a monster." I sigh with a soft laugh, and I can faintly see Franco grinning at me.

"Well, it gives you something to think about before you try something like this again." He tells me while rummaging for something.

"You loved it." I remind him and he doesn't say anything to confirm it, but I know him. Finally, Franco turns to me, holding something in his hand I can't identify.

"And since you loved being used by me so much." Franco trails off and just when I want to ask him what this is about, he grabs my hands, wraps a rope around them and fixates them above my head. My heartbeat is quickening. As exciting as this is, this isn't exactly how I imagined the first time being tied up. I gently tug at the rope, but it doesn't let me lower my arms at all.

"Where did you get those?" I ask Franco curiously because they feel way too soft for a regular rope. Just like he planned on using them in the bedroom in the future anyway.

"Secret." Franco laughs before he leans down and presses a kiss onto my cheek. I just roll my eyes but decide this is something we still can talk about later.

"Can you feel how much I want you?" Franco mumbles opens my legs and slots himself between them, lowering his body enough to make me feel everything. His hot skin touching me, his erection only being restrained by some fabric. Since I can't do anything with my hands I lift my hips, rubbing them against him. Franco nuzzles his nose against mine, before there is some shuffling again, him getting rid of his trousers before he props up my legs. Hands wandering under my skirt to grab my panties and just pull them down.

"I love it when you wear skirts." Franco sighs and I blush at the thought of how often he used this, how he calls it, easy access. Over the kitchen counter before we have to leave, in his driver's room in between sessions or appointments or even me sitting on his lap to warm his cock.

Franco aligns himself with my entrance, before pushing in with one smooth thrust. "Oh, yes." I whimper softly at the stretch and lift my hips slightly to adjust to his length. Franco stays still for a moment until I stop the shuffling then he moves his hips. Creating slow and deep thrusts, making my fingers curl around the rope while I bury my teeth in my cheek. The movement of his hips makes the truck shake slightly and in the light, everyone would be able to tell what we are doing, but the dark hides us away. I meet Franco's thrusts, frustrated that I can't touch him, but at least he allows me to move my hips. Moans and whimpers slip over my lips, and I know I should be quiet, but I just can't.

"Your moans will wake everyone up." Franco groans close by my ear and just when another moan is slipping over my lips Franco pushes his thumb between them, muffling the sound. My eyes widen at first before I slowly start to swirl my tongue around his finger.

"Fuck!" Now Franco is the one moaning, but he is better at keeping it quiet than me. His hips snap into mine with more force now, causing me to moan around his finger, softly biting down on it, to draw groans out of Franco's throat. His free hand digs into my hip, before he grabs the backside of my thigh, adjusting the angle of his thrust. I arch my back, trying to get closer to him, suck on his thumb and feel myself clench around him.

Then, suddenly Franco is pretty visible because of an approaching car. "Psst." He whispers, dipping his body low to hide in the shadows, his hips only grinding into mine and he pulls his thumb back. The soft movements almost push me over instantly, but something is missing.

"Fran, I..." I whimper into his ear, would like to clench my fingers into his back, but I can't do anything but take what Franco gives me.

"I know." He mutters, keeps going with the soft rocking of his hips while the engine of the passing car is turned off. "Just let go." Franco whispers into my ear and I try to listen to my body, giving it what it craves. I wrap my legs around Franco's waist, letting him slide just a bit deeper which is all I need to tumble over the edge.

I lock my feet behind his back, holding him in place while I convulse around him, feeling him coming inside of me. My teeth pinch a hole in my lower lip when I suppress the scream that wants to leave them, and I can taste the blood while slowly coming back to reality.

Franco's body is planted on top of mine and his breathing is as heavy as mine. His fingers fiddle with the rope and finally, I can lower my arms again, loosely placing them around his torso while we both try to catch our breath.

"This was so hot." Franco laughs softly and I can't do anything but laugh with him about what we just did.

[crowsofdarkness]

Cam Boy! Bill Skarsgard: Bill sends you naughty texts while you're on a date-Part Six

-pics not mine.-

Pairings: CamBoy!Bill Skarsgard x Viewer!Reader

Summary: Bill isn't ashamed of the work he does, showcasing his body online for anyone willing to pay. His number one rule was never to make a connection with anyone who either sent him messages or paid for private one-on-one video sessions. That was until you decided to request a certain private session.

Content Warnings: 18+ smut which includes Bill having an only fans page, masturbation, phone sex, virtual sex, and language.

Authors Note: this is a limited mini-series, just a bunch of blurbs that take place in this universe. i'm not sure exactly how long this will be. tags will be open for this if anyone is interested!

Tags: @loushaw131460 @hatterripper31 @felicity-lemons-thoughts @malenoradgn @unlimitedlust

CamBoy!Bill masterlist.

I tried so hard to pay attention to what my date was rambling on about but my mind had been elsewhere. More so, the buzzing phone on my lap. It was so wrong of me not to give my attention to my date especially when I saw text after text appear on the screen. We were seated in a pretty busy restaurant, others chatting amongst themselves during their own dates. 

“So then I told him,” John, my date, continued to ramble on, “If you want to buy this house, you need to put in an offer because there are plenty of other people who want it. Then bam, less than two hours later, I sold a three million dollar home. It’s all about pressuring them.” 

I let out a fake amused hum and took a large gulp of my wine with hopes that it would speed up the rest of this date so I could go back home. This was already gearing up to be disaster date number three this week and honestly, I was fucking over it. I was tired of the self centered men that spent most of the time boosting their own egos to even ask how I liked my food. 

“Are you going to finish that?” John pointed to my now cold steak but before I could answer, his fork stabbed into the meat and nearly inhaled it. 

Not being able to hide my disgust, I pushed away my plate and dared a glance down at my phone on my lap just as a new text from Bill came through. 

Bill: How’s the date?

Biting my lip, I felt the heaviness of my heart deep inside of my chest. We hadn’t spoken much this last week because I wanted to give my time and attention towards other men yet every time I tried, all I could think about was Bill. He apologised quite a few times for the collab he did with the one female creator and after the third apology, I reassured him that he didn’t need to since I told him I was fine with it. Bill was mostly upset with himself that his choice hurt me to which again I assured him we weren’t dating so it was fine. 

It wasn’t but I tried to tell myself it was. 

I thought I had a good chance of moving on until John opened his mouth the second I sat down at the table. 

“Oh, damn. I hate that color green on you. It does absolutely nothing to flatter you,” he shuddered while looking over my silk dress. 

Maybe there was a reason why none of these dates worked out. Yes, every one of these men were downright disgusting and egotistical but there was another reason that had been slowly lingering in the back of my mind until I was ready to admit it. 

I wanted Bill and from the voicemail he left me this morning when I woke up told me he wanted me. 

“Good morning. I hope you slept well. I know you’re trying to move on and I completely understand that. I support whatever you want but I can’t with good faith watch that happen without telling you how I feel. I like you, Y/N. I want more of whatever this relationship was in the beginning. I want to be able to call you mine. Only if you want that. I’ll let you go. I’ll have my phone with me if you want to give me an answer. Have a great day, angel.”

Out of the entire voicemail, the only thing I could be hung up on was Bill’s nickname for me. 

Angel. 

It set my entire soul ablaze. It ignited a part of me that lay dormant. I wanted to hear him say it every day for the rest of my life. 

Okay, the rest of my life might be a stretch but maybe we will get there. Eventually. 

Noticing that John still wasn’t really paying attention to me, I began texting Bill underneath the table. 

Me: I want to stab my eyes out with my butter knife so I don’t have to look at him anymore. 

Me: No, I actually want to pour this candle wax in my ears so I don’t have to hear him talk about himself for a goddamn second more. 

Bill: Please don’t do that. Your eyes are so beautiful and I’d be unable to get lost in them. 

I internally rolled my eyes before replying. 

Me: That is the cheesiest pick up line I’ve ever heard. 

Bill: Did it work?

Now, I bit my lip and slowly leaned down in my chair, hiding my phone more. John still had no idea I’d been texting someone on our date. 

Me: I don’t know. I might need something else to help. 

When Bill didn’t respond, I began eating a few of the croutons from my cesar salad, picking them out with my fingers. 

“Christ, Y/N. Use a damn fork,” John chastised me with a disgusted look. 

Maybe the fork would look better in his eyes. 

Instead of saying anything back, I stuffed my face with four more croutons, all while using my fingers, and ignored him as he grumbled something under his breath about needing more wine. While he demanded the waiter to bring us a bottle, my phone buzzed. 

Bill: Would this help?

Attached to the text was a picture, one I nearly giggled at because he looked so damn cute. 

Me: Hm, close. But not quite. 

Before I could even lock my screen, another picture appeared, only this one, Bill was shirtless, showcasing the hardlines of his abs and the dark hairs that led from his belly button down to the v-line of his hips that were barely covered by a blanket. 

So this is how he wants to play. Well, two can play at that game. 

If I tried to take a picture at this angle of my phone hidden underneath the table, it would give me like six double chins so instead, I looked through the countless mirror selfies I took before leaving for this date. It wasn't anything risque but my dress sure was. The low exposed back showed off my entire back and it was cut kind of low in the front to show off the top of my breast. It flowed out at the bottom at mid thigh. My hair was pinned up with a few loose curls falling and my make up was done light but I was sporting a blood red lip. I felt incredibly pretty, that was until John opened his mouth. 

Not bothering to attach words to the text, I sent the picture and sat my phone facedown on my lap just as the waiter brought us a new bottle of wine. Instead of John pouring me a glass like I thought he would, the waiter did and I thanked him with a genuine smile. 

“Did you forget you’re on a date with me?” John somewhat snapped after the waiter left. 

“Excuse me?” I asked with furrowed brows. “I smiled at him, calm down.” 

If only he knew what I was doing on my phone underneath the table. 

“Whatever,” John grumbled before pulling out his phone as it began ringing from his pocket. “I need to take this.” 

Expecting him to get up and leave the table, I was surprised to see he answered it while at the table. He did not care how loud he was as he conversed on the phone, gaining a few stares from people around us. 

Hiding the snarl behind my wine glass, I took a large gulp just as I picked up my phone when it went off. Nearly  choking on the wine, it burning going down the wrong pipe, I began sputtering the red liquid over the white table cloth. John once more looked at me with disgust but did nothing about it. 

Fuck him. Fuck this date. I was so over it especially with what Bill had just texted me. 

Bill: Holy fucking shit, angel. You look fucking devine. I’ve said before, green is your color. I’m setting this picture as my background. 

Then a screenshot appeared with the lock screen of his phone showing that picture. 

But that wasn’t what had me choking on my wine. It was the next picture he sent. His hand wrapped around his very hard cock, smeared precum over the slit. 

Bill: Do you see what you do to me, angel? One look at that picture has me so fucking hard. 

Patting the sweat away from my neck with a napkin, I quickly worked out a new text as John finished his phone conversation. 

Me: I choked on my wine. Give a girl a warning, will ya?

Bill: I’d love to have you choking on my cock instead.

My entire body flushed with heat and I felt the burn between my legs, desperate to have his cock there. 

Bill: Go to the bathroom and facetime me. I want you to watch as I cum in my hand. 

Don’t have to tell me twice. 

“I’m going to order us some desert. You’ll eat the tiramisu,” John basically demanded while waving down the waiter. 

“I need to use the bathroom,” I said while rising from the chair with my things, not having intentions of coming back. 

Safely inside of the one person bathroom, I locked the door behind me and then leaned against the bathroom counter while immediately facetiming Bill. The speed he answered was kind of remarkable and I was about to comment on it when the sounds of his pretty moans echoed loudly in the bathroom. 

“There’s my angel,” he breathed, showing the camera directly on his cock. 

He must have started without me because he’d been dragging his hand up and down pretty slowly. 

“Oh shit,” I stuttered at the sight. 

“I wasn’t kidding. One look at that picture had me nearly spilling in my pants. Can you put the phone down on the ground so I could look at your pretty cunt?” 

With a quick flick of my eyes to the bathroom door, I made sure it was locked and then positioned my phone on the ground so it could look up at my dress. I also put in one of my airpods because no one walkling by needed to hear Bill’s sinful moans. 

“Touch yourself,” Bill ordered with a raspy breath, the speed and grip on his cock intensifying. 

Pushing my panties to the side, I pressed two fingers on my already wet clit. My fingers danced over it with a familiar speed and I let my head fall back slightly with a moan falling from my lips. But realizing I wouldn’t be able to watch him, I looked back down at my phone. He must have had his LED lights on because his body was bathed in red. 

“I’ve missed this,” I admitted, body spasming as I felt my orgasm slowly creeping on the edges. 

“Fuck,” Bill cursed while pulling down the extra skin around his cock to the base and held it there for a long moment. “I’ve missed it too, Y/N.” 

“I’m gonna-,” the words trailed off my lips as they fell open. 

“Let go, angel. Call out my name into your hand, not that asshole. My name!” Bill demanded. 

“Bill!” 

I, in fact, did not cry it out into my hand but into the air. There was absolutely no way someone did not hear that if they were on the other side of the door. 

“That’s my good girl. You did so well,” he praised while I fell to my knees on the floor and reached for my phone. 

“You’re mine, you hear me? No more bullshit or games. Your mine and I’m yours,” Bill said right before spilling inside of his hand, making a mess of cum between his fingers. 

I hummed in sheer post orgsmic haze while watching the entire thing. “I think I’ve always been yours, Bill.”

With a promise to call him once I’m home, I ended the call to  gather myself and smoothed out my dress. As soon as I opened the bathroom door, I came to a halt before nearly running into a body. 

A very irate looking John, his face was red and contorted. 

Oh, he definitely heard my moan Bill’s name. 

Not bothering to give him the chance to talk, I pushed past him, not too nicely while only saying three words. 

“Don’t call me.” 

I didn’t bother to stay to see if he would retort. I had another phone call date waiting for me once I was home.

[beneathashadytree]

HEY GUYS! LONG POST HERE, BUT PLEASE READ🙏🏽

I am genuinely appalled by the discourse ongoing in the LNDS fandom these past few days—but above all, I am severely disappointed in what had started out as one of the most inclusive and sweet fandoms I’ve ever been in. I have a few things to say, so in this post I’m trying to put all my thoughts to words. Apologies if I sound harsh, but I’m genuinely livid. Also, please ignore any typos. I’m not wearing my glasses while word-vomiting.

First off, for a fandom that is composed of mostly adults, you guys have been acting terribly childishly. It’s 2024, and yet people are still unironically shaming others for “switching up on their favs” as if a person owes 2D characters any loyalty. Let people enjoy things. The novelty of Sylus and how he’s quite literally 6 months behind the other 3 love interests makes people want to catch up on the enjoyment of him all at once. He’s still such a brand new character and concept, so there’s no wonder everyone’s hyped up over him.

I’ve seen people get genuinely mad at other players and writing whole think-pieces about this. I promise you guys, the company making this game is still benefiting whether you’re pouring your money into Sylus or any one of the previous 3. We’re all happy to have an interesting character pop up among the roster now, and we’re taking our time getting to know him. Doesn’t make any of the first 3 any less loved. I genuinely don’t remember this amount of nastiness when solo events for each of the guys used to drop.

In fact, if the popularity thing is worrying you, going off MLQC (the company’s past game) the character who was last added was—eventually, after the initial hype died down—kicked off to the sidelines in most major events and was given the least content, and was the least favorite of fans.

Secondly, and this has my blood boiling, there is an insane amount of entitlement and rudeness I’ve seen on my timeline concerning how people characterize the men—particularly Rafayel.

Absolutely nothing warrants this shitty attitude towards other creators for how they depict characters in their fics. It seems you guys feel protected behind a screen and think it gives you the right to bully strangers online. Fanfiction is for fantasizing about your favs; for letting your imagination run wild. If this were a character analysis, then yes, maybe I’d agree that inaccuracies are aggravating. However, in fanfiction, there are zero rules, especially when it comes to smut.

Sexual preferences are not equivalent to a person’s whole personality—so whether he’s written as a dom, a sub, a switch, or whatever the fuck you wanna call it, this has nothing to do with his kindness, gentlemanliness, passion, power, ruthlessness, snark, or whatever minuscule aspect of his character makes up his lovely whole and matters to you.

I think this circles back to a lack of ability to separate sexual matters and personality, because how else do people interpret fics depicting him in a certain manner as them erasing his character? They might overlap, but they can very well be mutually exclusive. I’ve seen incredibly sweet and gentle men irl who were absolute doms in bed, and I’ve seen powerful and passionate men who were reduced to tears between the sheets. There is barely any correlation whatsoever, and if anything, claiming otherwise is what I consider piss-poor media literacy and reading-comprehension.

My third point is that for some reason, there have been many, many posts and replies on here where I’ve seen people just straight-up spread pure hate for the characters. Maybe this bothered me in particular because I’m an OT3 (OT4 now!) and absolutely adore all of them, but I find no logical reason for “yucking someone’s yum” when we’re talking about liking the characters of an Otome game—a genre of video games which is made to literally cater to the tastes of as many people as possible.

It’s especially disheartening to see when it’s at a time like this, when new content is about to drop, and you find in the replies of every other post/discussion at least a few people spewing hate and disgust at Sylus. Again, so many people are incredibly excited about him. Why is there a need to rain on everyone’s parade, especially in such an unsolicited manner?

This fandom originally started as a safe space for people of all races, backgrounds, genders, sexualities, and personalities to bond over our mutual love for characters. All I’ve seen on my TL lately (in terms of discussion) is negativity, and it’s such a fucking let-down. I hope whatever the fuck has happened to this fandom cools down after a bit. It’s probably exaggerated and very in-your-face rn, cause more and more people are downloading LNDS, so the probabilities of finding people being nasty are increasing. But I seriously don’t want to grow to resent this fandom and find myself distancing myself from it to protect my peace.

Let’s all remember to be kind towards other players, to not act entitled or bratty about the characters, and to try and mind our own business if we see content that doesn’t suit our tastes.

[urinarythreatinfection]

YOO what up!! You should def do some luffy x reader stuff. Safe for work plz I’d love angst or just some good hcs. I always wondering how he’d react when you like argue with him and you like flinch or back down and how it’d play out.

Thx pookie

Sorry for taking a bit, it's the weekday and I have school (I also stayed up watching videos on bloodborne lore on sunday). Anyway as apology I'll let you choose how this goes. Option'll be at the end.

Kindness Isn't Spineless.

Luffy x gn!reader angst. 1,088 words. Part 1.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

“Again…” You look inside the fridge and sigh, the leftovers you had got eaten again. You know exactly who it was . This had been happening for a while now, the first time it happened you told yourself it was okay, the second you said it was okay again, the third you finally talked to Luffy to ask him to stop, this is now the 4th time. You don’t even know why you bother at this point. Closing the door to the fridge you leave the kitchen and see Luffy fishing with Usopp, seeing them talking happily makes you feel worse; like you’re the dumb one getting upset over some missing food while he’s unaffected. “Dammit…” You end up just leaving to go to your room, not wanting to sour their mood with your own unhappiness. After shutting the door behind you, you flop onto the bed and sigh. You keep telling yourself the same things you have before, it’s just food, Luffy is more important than some leftovers, no need to get upset over something so small… but it’s not making you feel any better. Not when something so simple as continuing to eat your leftovers shows so little respect. “Maybe.. Maybe I should try telling him again, maybe he’ll listen this time.” You mumble to yourself and get up, walking out of your room and going back to where Luffy and Usopp were fishing. “Luffy?”

“Mm?” He hums.

“Can we talk for a bit in my room?” You ask him and he’s silent for a moment before turning his head to look at you.

“Can you wait? I’m fishing right now.” Is his response, your heart sinks and you consider saying yes, but decide to steel your heart and refuse.

“No, the fish aren’t going to disappear. You can continue fishing after we’re done.” You manage to muster out. He sighs and gets up, following you to your room. Once you’re inside, closing the door, you confront him. “You ate my leftovers again.”

“Oh, yeah I did. Oops.” He says, way too casually for him to care.

“Luffy I told you it wasn’t nice to do that, I don’t want you eating my leftovers. Sanji already makes you a lot of food and those leftovers were ones I got from the last island we went to. I was really looking forward to them since it was a specialty there.” You explain.

“Yeah, they were really good.” He responds, and you frown. Luffy’s acting so uncaring about all of this, he isn’t even being stupidly happy about it. Usually when he’s caught eating something that wasn’t his he fights about it, trying to weasel his way out of getting scolded; but this is just straight up rude.

“Luffy…?” You call his name, not believing what you’re hearing.

“Yeah?” The captain yawns. “Can I go now?”

“Luffy, what's wrong with you? You’re acting weird.” This is stressing you out.

“You’re the one acting weird, it’s just food. You can just get something else, maybe ask Sanji to make you something.” His words make you scowl slightly, you’re trying to stay calm but he’s being so disrespectful it hurts. It hurts and it’s making you angry.

“Why are you being so rude, did I do something?”

“Hmm…” Luffy puts a hand to his chin. “Well I mean it doesn’t matter anyway.” You tilt your head in confusion. “Cuz you’re just gonna forgive me, even if I keep doing it. So there’s no point in being all sorry about it, yeah?” You stare at Luffy in shock, he can be selfish at times sure but not like this; and not to a crewmate, this isn’t mentioning that you too are lovers as well.

“Luffy you’re being really mean, don’t say that.” You say, your eyebrows furrowing into a pained expression. “You’re hurting me.” Black eyes look away, not even bothering to meet your gaze. “Look at me, Luf, don’t just look away. Please?” He doesn’t respond. “Luffy! Please don’t do this to me. I’m sorry for getting mad at you, don't just ignore me like this…”

“You’re so spineless.” He finally responds with a frown and your heart sinks. “I don’t like it, you’re not even trying. It’s kinda um…” Luffy looks for a word in his head before it pops into his mind. “You’re really pathetic!” A smile forms on his face.

“Luffy!” You yell

“It’s true though. I liked you because you never backed down for what you believed in, but now that we’re dating you don’t even do anything to me. It’s annoying seeing you so much of a coward where you back down at any argument with me. I don’t like it.” Once he’s done there’s silence for a bit, Luffy’s about to try and continue when you stop him.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” You apologize and he perks up, but you don’t end it there. “I should’ve known, you don’t like cowards or crybabies. I don’t blame you, so we don’t have to be together anymore.”

“Wait, you-” He’s interrupted.

“No Luffy, I get it. You’ve made it clear enough that you don’t like me.” You talk as you start to move him out of your room. He tries to reach for you when you go to shut the door on him but you flinch away like he’s lashing out. It shocks him to freeze, giving you the chance to shut the door and lock it.

The captain stares at the door, spaced out before he snaps out of it. ‘...I think I messed up.’ Luffy thinks to himself and knocks on the door, but you don’t answer. He continues this for a while and considers breaking the door down but the image of you flinching away from him like he’d do something as horrible as hitting you is shaking his resolve. ‘I don’t want to see them do that again.’ He frowns, unhappy. His plan was to make you mad enough that you would gain confidence and grow a spine, but this went wrong. He made a mistake, or maybe this is really just you? Luffy doesn’t know, he hasn’t been in a relationship before, but he wants to know; and he wants you to tell him. You did so well when you didn’t back down and told him to follow you to talk, even when he was fishing. He was so relieved he even sighed, but now it’s all messed up and he’s stuck outside this door wondering if breaking it down will make things worse.

_____

The options are if he breaks down the door or not and whether you want this to have a happy or bittersweet ending (asker only). You dont have to say if you dont want tonyou can also just tell me to continue if you dont want the choice.

[cleolinda]

Here’s voice commentary over gameplay as I gradually figure out how to stop being scared of fight Pyramid Head. (The jumpiness of the video mystifies me; I apologize. Sometimes OBS does that to me, and sometimes it doesn’t.) For copyright/fair use reasons, I’m going to make anything with actual video of the game public; there’s also a transcript with notes (unlocked) on my Patreon.

(Content: A deceased monster covered in blood near the beginning; a lot of gunfire; syringes for healing; no vomit for once; no gore in the actual combat.)

Handy timestamp guide if you want to skip ahead:

00:00:00 - Warm-up and strategy and being scared to start

(James, honey, we're gonna work together. I'm not gonna scream at you anymore. If you don't do what I want you to do, it's not your fault.)

0:07:28 - First try

[James dies. Every time he gets killed, he collapses in a new and more pitiful way.]

0:08:13 - Second try

They're just like slap-fighting at this point. [James dies.]

0:09:10 - Third try

He's like, just could we—can we go anywhere? No, we can't go anywhere. [We are cornered. James dies.]

0:09:45 - Fourth try

Yeah. Time loop theory? I'm the one responsible for all the dead bodies. That's me. All the Bad Day Jameses, that's—that's all me.

0:10:25 - Fifth try

Okay, now, we are {NAAA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NO—}

0:11:19 - Sixth try

I confuse even Pyramid Head. Like, Pyramid Head is not ready for me.

0:12:40 - Seventh try

What is it they say about chess where it's like—it's the—it's the newbies you have to watch out for, because— (NO! GO FORWARD! GO FORWARD!) —if you can't predict what they're gonna do, you can't— {MOTHERFUCKER!}

0:14:00 - Eighth try

Well, okay! Run, run, run backwards, do something, do anything. [James dies.]

0:14:52 - Ninth try

I'm not running away, I'm running towards, and I'm still not FINDING HIM! MMPH! (HIT HIM! HIT HIM! JAMES! YOU CAN DO IT! HIT HIM! NO, HIT HIM? HIT HIM! YOU CAN DO—) [James dies.]

0:15:53 - Tenth try

Where is he? {NO! NO! NO! NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! NO! ASSHOLE, NO!} [James dies.] NOOOO, WE ALMOST MADE IT THAT TIME!!

0:18:59 - Eleventh try

Okay, did you do that? Did you seriously do that. We talked about what not to do and then you did all of it.

0:20:44 - Twelfth try

[A determined yell from James.] Dodge, dodge, dodge!

Something I discuss in the transcript is why I call James “honey” and “sweetie” constantly. Turns out, I realized, it’s partly externalizing a growth mindset @ myself, and it’s partly the way I talk to my dog.

[adventuringblind]

Offense is the best Defense

Oacar Piastri X Verstappen!Reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Request: no :’( but I’m taking them! Send theeeeem. I’m going to die without them. Jk but do feel free to flood my inbox with ideas.

Summary: Oscar is new to the grid. Meaning he’s also new to the Verstappen family dynamic. It sucks that he has to watch the girl he fell for get berated by her father. So he decides to do something about it.

Warnings: Jos Verstappen, allusions to verbal abuse, allusions to physical abuse

Notes: written in third person

Masterlist

Oscar first met her when he was in formula 2. She’d been walking around the paddock before her brothers race and right after his.

She looked like she was debating something. Frozen in time. So frozen that he literally ran into her and she hardly moved. Aside from her mouth which was rapidly spilling apologies.

He started looking for her every time the races lined up. The boy wanting her number but it always seemed like the wrong time.

When he caught her walking alone, the sun illuminating her features, he knew it was now or never.

Thus started their friendship.

He didn’t have to try with her. Even his dry sarcasm that other people hated made her snicker. They shared the latest gossip over late night video calls. She listened intently to his frustrations. In his eyes, she’s an angel.

When he signed with Alpine, he was excited to see her more. Now that he would be in the same area all the time, it would be easier.

She often found herself in the Alpine garage watching the race with him. The small touches she left on his arm when things happened made his heart melt more for her, if it was even possible.

The first time he noticed something was a bit off, was when ended a call for her. He’d been yelling in a language he didn’t understand. Then a slamming door, her rapid breath, his angry mumbling, then silence. He was aware something was going on in the Verstappen family. Everyone knew. Max has repeatedly said things his dad has done like it’s normal. Laughed about it even.

Oscar saw Max knew that not everything that happened was normal. His body usually a half step in front of his sister when their father started getting aggressive. She always celebrated Max’s race results even if he DNF’d. Her attempts at soothing her father before he got to Max in vain, but she didn’t care.

The first time Oscar caught it, he’d wanted to step in. Christian grabbing his shoulder before he could get into the Redbull garage. “I know you care, but it might make things worse for them.” He’d said. A frown on his lips.

“Isn’t there anything I can do?” He didn’t want to leave her like this.

“Be there if they need someone.”

Oscar had taken those words to heart. Making sure he was always available to her as she was to him. He held her when she needed a hug. Lent her say everything she’d wanted to say to her father.

This continued even as he got a seat with McLaren.

She was the first person he called. They celebrated by driving to where there was no light and just staring at the stars.

He didn’t know where the burst of impulsiveness came from. His lips were on hers at one point. Softer then he’d imagined. Then he was pulling away, realizing what he’d just done. He didn’t get far however, as she wrapped her hands around his and pulled him in for another.

Things changed after that. Their feelings now on the table. It was obvious they were in love and he knew it. Lando teased him relentlessly. Max shockingly congratulated him, then threatened him, followed by a plea to take care of his baby sister.

She started staying in his hotel room. The relief of not having to be around Jos as much showed in the way she carried herself. Her confidence seemed to go up. She smiled and waved at everyone. It made Oscar happy to know she was starting to feel the way he had always seen her. Perfect just the way she is.

Unfortunately, Oscar knew he wasn't going to be able to solve all her problems. Jos is still active in her life and Max's racing career. What's worse is that Jos didn't seem to like him all that much. He'd tried introducing himself only to be waved off.

It didn't make any sense to him, but if she was smiling, then so was he.

~

The next time she ran into trouble was when she came to a race in a McLaren shirt with Oscar's number on it. She had started dividing her time evenly between her brother and him.

Jos was less than happy about this. Consistently finding excuses for her to be away from the papaya team.

Both her and Max went home for the week off. Both want to see their eldest sister and her family.

When she got back to her room at her father's house, the majority of her clothes had been ripped to peices. A lovely note taped to her door reader: 'If you're not going to support this family, I won't support you.'

Max had been waiting for her to grab her things. Though he was getting annoyed with how long she'd kept him waiting. Finally, after an hour, he decided to see what was keeping her.

He made his way up to her room. The muffled sounds of tears could be heard from down the hall. He peaked his head into her door, not bothering to knock since it was halfway open.

The sight of most of your belongings being ribbed to pieces shattered him. Jos had done it before. The first time was when Victoria had her first relationship, then when Max back talked, she the youngest broke curfew by five minutes, and so on.

Max thought they were over this. Turns out he was wrong. He was down on his knees, trying to help soothe her. Her fingers clutched pictures that had been ripped to pieces. Her clothes scattered around the floor with scissor cuts through them. Anything glass or fragile had been smashed.

It took them hours to get everything clean. Max grabbed an extra bag and they packed whatever she had left into it.

"Obviously, I'm forcing you to move in now."

Max had offered it to her a few times. She always turned it down. Jos made it a point to say she would be another added distraction. As if Kelly and Penelope weren't enough already. Now, he wasn't giving her a choice. Jos didn't come and visit Max's apartment, so he knew it would be safe there.

She called Oscar that night from Monaco. He instantly knew something was wrong by the look in her eyes.

"What happened?"

"I moved into Max's apartment... kinda."

"Are you alright, love?" He was trying to be gentle. She looked so pained. She shook her head no in response.

"What do you mean by kind of? Do you want me to come to Monaco?"

"My dad shredded all my clothes and broke most of my stuff. Kelly is taking me to get some essentials tomorrow's before we have to leave."

She turned her camera to show Oscar her new room. "I do like it here for what it's worth."

Oscar had made up his mind that night. "If you want to, you could always come live with me." He sounded unsure of himself. The two had never talked about it before.

"Wouldn't I be a distraction?"

"Where on earth would you get that idea? I think you make me drive better, personally."

It was settled that she would go home with him after the race. Max was elated for her. She finally found someone who saw her and wasn't intimidated by their father.

~

The race weekend went by so fast. The McLaren boys did amazing, placing p2 and p4.

She quite litterally was crying in joy for Oscar. Max had never been prouder of Lando. From their start to now was a big achievement.

The two knew that Jos would have their ears for it later. Congratulating competitors isn't how you make a name for yourself. It's why she hugged Oscar a little more than normal in front of him.

The garage was a nightmare. She didn't want to be here anymore. Jos had been hounding both her and Max.

Oscar had been on his way to find her. She couldn't have gotten far. Probably just to her brothers garage to celebrate his win.

Oscar is normally able to stay calm, level headed in many situations that require it. This was not one of those situations.

Similar to the first time he saw Jos interact with his kids, he felt the need to step in. Or at least say something to him.

There was nothing standing in his way this time.

He straightened himself. Mildly nervous at hearing the sounds of angry Dutch.

Oscar took long steps and placed himself directly between Jos and his children. The older Dutchman shot him a look of confusion. Then recognition formed in his stern eyes.

"Get out of my way." He seeths. He can feel the woman behind him trying to tug him away.

Her concern for his safety was rapidly approaching the heart attack range. Her brother spinning on his heels only to see her on the verge of hyperventilating.

The two had a shared fear. They knew how to evade their fathers hand. He'd not hesitated to be aggressive before, and they doubted that had changed recently.

It didn't matter, though. Oscar grabbed her wrist protectively, tugging her slightly behind him.

"No." He sounded more sassy than intended. Challenging the older man.

It didn't take long for the people around to realize something was going on. Oscar is dressed in his race suit still and stands out, the girl behind him is damn near petrified and Max just hit the wall with his hand.

The youngest Verstappen inched her way around Oscar. His stare off with the older male distracting him more then he thought.

“Max asked you to leave.” She said. Trying to hide the waiver in her voice. Oscar flinched at the sound. How had he not realized she was now in front of him? Regardless, he goes back to holding her protectively, just with an arm around her waist this time.

She felt better now that he was there. The confidence he’d been helping her gain was finally paying off.

Jos was turning red in and her now. His hand quick to move towards her.

Oscar was able to react faster. He yanked her body backwards into him, stumbling as they moved dodged his swing. The two still managing to stay upright.

Max was also quick to react. Weaving himself between the younger two and his father. Max didn’t hesitate to shove him away.

Everyone stood in shocked silence for a moment. The only sound being heavy breathing

~

Everything had moved fast after that. The young woman clung to Oscar, both in fear and joy.

Oscar held her tightly. Hand pressed into the back of her head. Lost of the words of praise in encouragement they were whispering to each other.

They let themselves enjoy the moment. Completely tuned out of the world. Both had been successful in something. Something that had been a long time running and they had helped earthed through the worst of.

It was something both of them could be proud of, for themselves and each other. So they let themselves bathe in the euphoric feeling that they earned.

[solarflaresdaddyissues]

”Goodbye. My Acolyte…”

I kid you not, SAMS fans, Creator is was in a romantic relationship with Acolyte and no one can change my mind.

I may be getting too invested into this because Acolyte is my favorite character and I’m coping with his death, but this had been a running joke for a long time with me and now I don’t think it’s a joke.

Going way back to episodes I’m not going to bother researching the names for just for a simple post I’ll forget about, Acolyte and Creator have always has a relationship similar to that of either toxic exes or an old married couple. Sure, they clearly don’t like each other, right? WRONG!

In the episode where Taurus confronted Creator, after Taurus was already gone and Acolyte was listening to Creator go on his long rant, we get that one scene. (Yes, I don’t have the video pulled up and I don’t know the exact quote, sue me) “I will rule this godforsaken planet, and you shall rule alongside me!” Oh? Will be now? What happened to you treating him like a servant? Now you want him to be what, the queen to you as the king? Cause if he’s ruling alongside you, I doubt he’s a servant anymore.

Next, in the Creator’s death episode, Solar had his whole monologue about how no one would miss him but maybe Earth. Then he leaves and Acolyte comes in. He spots Creator and he’s upset. His breathing’s shaky, he’s kneeling down at his body brain, he’s clearly very shaken about Creator’s death.

HE TRIED TO CALL HIM SVEN! We hear Acolyte say Creator multiple times, trying to rouse him in a vain hope that he’s still alive. Then he makes to say Sven and cuts himself off. He knows the Creator wouldn’t want to be remembered as Sven Isnolov. He’s Creator, through and through. So he stops. He knows it won’t wake him. He’s gone.

And then we get the recorded message. Made just for the man kneeling over his “body” at that moment. “Continue our plans.” “I can’t do this without you…” “You’re probably saying something like, ‘I can’t do this without you. You sentimental fool.” So you knew exactly what he was going to say? In a prerecorded message? My my, Creator, I think you’re a bit attached, if you know him that well.

And then Acolyte goes and messes with forces he absolutely should not have just to bring him back. (Side note: Despite how much I hate Creator, I am willing to have him live. Because that’s what Acolyte wanted. It may as well have been his last wish. Let him have this.) So he goes to Rez, right. And he asks him to revive him. He knows what the Creator wanted and he knows that Creator is useful to Rez. Win-Win. For them, anyways. Creator is brought back. Yippie, I guess.

Creator immediately figures out what’s going on and is, deservedly, disappointed with Acolyte. He didn’t want this to happen. Human emotions get in the way. But he’s back. Beat Eclipse’s respawn speed run. And he works for Rez. Great.

Now, Rez, I am now hating. Was my third favorite star, now he’s lower than that. Way lower. You can’t go killing my favorite characters like that, buddy.

Then, we get Rez’s command. To prove loyalty, kill Acolyte. Excuse me? Pardon? Now, I don’t think I heard you right??

And Creator APOLOGIZED to Acolyte for it. He knows that this would all be useless if he’s just killed again. And Acolyte might die either way. Creator doesn’t have emotions. But he felt sorry for killing Acolyte. And his speech?! He was trying to protect Acolyte by telling him to continue? He knew that something like this would happen and he would have to kill him. He didn’t want to kill him. That’s astounding.

“Goodbye. My Acolyte.” My Acolyte? MY Acolyte? I know acolyte as a title means “Attendant”, he’s calling him his servant. But that’s what he was called. Besides Felix. Which, lovely name, by the way. Never really thought much about it until now. He was called Acolyte. That was his title. And the Creator called him his before he killed him. That’s so sweet. And incredibly gay, man, what in Polaris’s galaxy made you get sentimental! I ain’t judging, I’m loving this.

I can’t talk about this enough. These two are my life right home. I love this.

(Also, petition to make their ship name BrainRot? Because Creator is a brain and Acolyte was Trashcan Man at one point. Best glowup, honestly)

[tgmsunmontue]

Online & Anonymous 11/16

Hangster. Explicit. Years before they meet in person Bradley and Jake strike up a friends-with-benefits relationship online. And then something more like an actual relationship.

Odd year = Bradley's POV and Even year = Jake's POV

>>Bradley chatting (bold and italics)

>>Jake chatting (italics)

2005/2006 2007 2008 2009 2010 2011 2012 2013 2014 2015

2016 – Jake

                Jake hasn’t exactly reconciled with his family. But at his grandmother’s funeral his sister had found him and forced her number into his phone, and now he exchanges phone calls with her every week or so. He always waits for her to call him, gives her a window of time that he’s available to take her call. He knows she keeps it quiet with their parents that she’s in contact with him, but he doesn’t care, she wants to talk to him and thinks their parents are in the wrong. He now gets to know what his nieces are doing, gets to see videos of first steps and words, silly little day-to-day things which he has clearly missed from his older niece. He gets to talk to his sister, and through her hear about his family, even if it hurts.

                He’s turning thirty this year, and he guesses his sister at least feels like a decade of almost no-contact is finally too much. Like somehow not having anything to do with his family would magically change anything. Like he’d somehow choose to be gay when all it’s done is made him feel like an outsider and jeopardized his career. Or her world view has just slowly started shifting and she’s trying to make up for not being there for nearly a third of his life. Part of him feels ashamed for letting her back into his life so easily, with only the barest hint of an apology. That he feels so desperate for some semblance of his family that he never stopped missing is finally back and still has so much power to hurt him.

                He knows Javy doesn’t like it, frowns every time he takes a call he knows is from Susie. Maybe one-day he’ll get to introduce them, when he thinks Javy won’t end up needing to be bailed out of jail for assault, his protective streak ten-miles wide. He hasn’t said anything to Nick either, doesn’t want to bring up the fact that he has a small bit of his family back in his life when he knows Nick can never have that. Death is a lot more permanent for a start, and while Jake doesn’t ever expect to see his parents again, he knows that they’re still alive. They might come around one day, there are always those miracles that happen.

                And thinking of miracles he’s certain it’s going to take one for him and Nick to actually meet. They’ve decided to try and stop planning to meet up, every time they plan it something happens. Instead they’ve shared their deployment dates, intentionally not making plans for anything during their periods of leave. In addition to that they’ll both turn their location on when they’re on leave, no matter how short, whether it’s shore leave or extended leave, they’ll try and find their way to each other. So while it means not making plans with anyone else Javy at least understands his desire to finally meet Nick and is happy to run interference with his family about Jake’s apparent lack of commitment to coming to stay when he’s on leave. They’ve reviewed their schedules for the next few months, there’s not any time they’re both on leave for the first few months, but there are times later in the year, so he’s just got them in his schedule with Nick??? and hopes for the best.

…            …            …

                He next sees Bradshaw at a ceremony where they’re both being awarded an Inherent Resolve Campaign medal, and if anything the asshole looks even better and Jake appreciates it while also hating it a little. Sometimes life just isn’t fair. Why couldn’t his face have erupted in boils or something. He’s talking to Admiral Kazansky, and Jake can’t help following him with his eyes, hates just how comfortable he looks talking to one the highest-ranking members of brass in the room. Of course Bradshaw is confident in every setting.

                Jake still hasn’t figured out what he said or did to cause Bradshaw to not like him, the guy has got the fucking biggest chip on his shoulder and Jake is baffled as to why a guy everyone else has generally spoken of with warm regards seems to have it out for him since they met. Jake knows he’s not the best at making the best first impression, but he hadn’t been awful that he can remember. Not enough to make someone act toward him like he’s not even worth the time of day. He lets out a breath, realizes maybe he’s being a little harsh, because Bradshaw hadn’t seemed quite as annoyed with him the last time they were deployed together. Not that Jake will ever thank him for his callsign, but he’d asked how Jake was, may have even cared if Jake had admitted to not being okay. He’ll never know.

                “Lieutenant Seresin.”

                Jake does a double take, because as if thinking about the other man has made him appear from across the room. Also that tone isn’t cutting or annoyed, instead it’s almost… smooth. Not sweet, not friendly, but it’s definitely something, and it holds the promise of more.

                “Bradshaw.”

                There’s not quite a question at the end, and as he shifts to face him he catches the quick sweep of his body that Bradshaw gives him, gives his body, before dipping to his lips and holy shit, Bradshaw just checked him out. It’s not quite a sharp one-eighty from a few years ago, but he guesses they’re on equal footing now, no difference in positions or ranks, there’s no DADT, there’s nothing that he can think of. Then he remembers Javy saying Bradshaw had something going with someone. Something serious. His conscience pricks a little, but it’s not his person that he’s cheating on. He wonders if they know, that Bradshaw goes around making eyes at people and then… well. He hasn’t done anything to Jake yet but for the first time he thinks that something might actually be happening.

                “You have any plans for the rest of the night?”

                As if the blatant up-down look wasn’t enough, he’s outright asking Jake and it’s taking his brain a little to catch up, wants to come out with a quip, wishes he could seriously think of rejecting him just to give him a taste of what it had felt like. Instead he’s shaking his head, ignoring the fact that he does in fact have plans with Javy to go out for a drink and bowling.

                “You want to get out of here?”

                “Yeah,” Jake says, and god he wishes his voice didn’t sound quite so breathy. He coughs and clears it, hopes that covers it, although the way Bradshaw is smirking at him he doesn’t think it did.

                “You have a place?”

                “I’ve got a hotel room.”

                “Perfect.”

…            …            …

                It’s about a fifteen minute walk, and neither of them speak, a few people giving them respectively nods as they pass, which is normal considering they’re both in full dress uniform. Jake feels attuned to the mere inches between them as they walk, taking the elevator up to his room and then both taking their shoes off at the door like it’s someone’s home.

                “You done this before?” Bradshaw asks and Jake rolls his eyes, because while it’s not like he broadcasts the fact he’s gay, he’s over thirty and in the Navy, and DADT was repealed five years ago now.

                “Yeah, don’t need to go easy on me or anything.”

                “Oh, I was never going to be easy…” Bradshaw says, and Jake doesn’t have time to ask what he means before he’s being pressed back against the door and kissed, Bradshaw’s leg slotting between his, hips grinding against him and Bradshaw already feels half-hard. He’s efficient at undressing, his fingers working at the buttons on Jake’s jacket while his mouth sucks at Jake’s bottom lip and he can’t help the little gasp as Bradshaw’s moustache scrapes over his jaw line.

                “You got any special requests?” Bradshaw asks, and he seems like he’s a guy who enjoys sex. Laughs with his partner in bed. For the first time since they met Jake’s getting to see the friendly side of Bradshaw that everyone else gets normally. He wonders if he’ll get it when he’s not about to suck his dick. Yeah. That is what he wants now.

                “I want to suck your dick,” Jake says, arousal making his tongue thick in his mouth, the words slurring together.

                “Be my guest. I’ll take real good care of you after…”

                He can feel Bradshaw’s smile against his neck, his lips moving as he talks, his tongue licking at the tendon in Jake’s neck and he shivers as Bradshaw pushes his jacket off his shoulders, taking his own jacket off and carefully hanging them both up, grin a little sardonic as he shrugs.

                “Pretty sure neither of us want to iron them again anytime soon. Come on, pants off too. You can’t kneel in those…”

                Jake doesn’t need to be told twice, doesn’t kick them off in his haste, they are his dress blues after all, again watches as Bradshaw takes time to carefully lay them over the back of the little sofa. The way Bradshaw is watching him makes him feel self-conscious so he tries to feel confident. Obviously Bradshaw likes something he sees, because he’s here after all, and his cock is definitely outlined in his briefs and Jake’s mouth waters a little.

                He’s not even aware that he's licking his lips before Bradshaw is kissing him again, hands running over the bare skin of his arms, tugging at his undershirt and Jake strips it off and drops it to the ground, presses Bradshaw back against the wall and then drops to his knees and runs his nose up the length of his dick. It is definitely firm, maybe not quite all the way hard, but considering he’s not even got his mouth on him yet it’s gratifying that he’s maybe the reason he’s so turned on already. Then Bradshaw is pushing him away and Jake frowns up at him, wants to ask what he’s doing.

                “Condom. Safety gear’s important…”

                Of course he’d say that, and Jake doesn’t disagree. He watches as Bradshaw grabs a few condoms from his pocket, god, how many are they going to need? Watches as he strips off his socks, briefs and undershirt and he’s just as gorgeous naked as he is fully clothed; confident in his own skin and yeah, Nick was right, it is attractive. Fuck him. He watches Bradshaw watch him as he strokes his cock to full hardness and then tears the wrapper, rolls the condom down his cock, eyes hooded as he watches Jake instead of needing to watch what he’s doing. It’s hot for a variety of reasons, not least because Jake seems to hold his whole attention.

                Then Bradshaw’s stepping past, leaning against the wall looking relaxed, like he has all the time in the world, smiling down at Jake and one eyebrow raised like he’s asking a question. Jake’s isn’t going to hazard a guess as to what the question might be, just licks his lips again and wraps his mouth over the head of Bradshaw’s cock, one hand on his thigh while the other settles near the base of Bradshaw’s dick, brushing over the pubic hair. He’s never grown accustomed to the taste or texture of latex, but this is… maybe not latex? He pulls back.

                “You got your own fancy brand of condoms you carry around with you Bradshaw?”

                “Latex allergy, pays to be prepared.”

                Of course he fucking does. He wonders how he figured that one out. Wonders exactly how bad it is but he’s not making friends with Bradshaw, he’s here to get off and get Bradshaw off. So he sets about giving Bradshaw a blowjob, and he’s better at it than he used to be, uses his hands and alternates between sucking him down and licking everywhere, gently sucking on each of Bradshaw’s balls before returning to do hard and fast sucks on the head with longer bobs down to take more of him in.

                His jaw aches a little, out of practice but Bradshaw doesn’t seem to notice or care, his fingers gentle in Jake’s hair, like he doesn’t want to scare him off and Jake has to tamp down on his feeling of competitiveness. He doesn’t need Bradshaw fucking holding back from tugging on his hair so reaches a hand to cover his, curls his fingers and catches some of his hair between his fingers and Bradshaw’s and then tugs. His groan echoes Bradshaw’s, and the jerk of Bradshaw’s hips is nice too, catching him a little unaware and he gags a little which seems to turn Bradshaw on even more.

                His own cock is hard in his briefs and he lets go of Bradshaw’s hand to rub at his own cock briefly before bringing his hand to cup Bradshaw’s balls, fondles them and they’re damp with his spit from when he was sucking on them; he tugs them gently, feels Bradshaw’s entire body shudder, a wave centered on his cock moving outward.

                “Jesus Seresin… fuck…”

                Then he’s just mumbling under his breath, so good, god, your mouth, gorgeous and Jake lets himself soak it all in, likes that Bradshaw is vocal enough to let him know he’s enjoying it. Then he feels nails scraping over his scalp before Bradshaw’s entire body goes taut and Jake is feeling Bradshaw’s body jerk as he comes and the moan he makes seems linked directly to Jake’s own cock, making it throb. God he’s glad Bradshaw has already promised to reciprocate, really hopes he’s at least halfway decent.

                Bradshaw is pulling him to standing, kissing him with bruising hardness and Jake lets himself kiss back, a little breathless and more surprised. Most guys he’s hooked up don’t kiss a lot, especially not after a blowjob; usually saying they don’t like the taste, which Jake has always found a little odd considering some of the tastes of other parts of the body. Each to their own he guesses, enjoys Bradshaw kissing him and walking him backward to the bed, his hand already palming Jake’s erection through the fabric of his briefs.

                Then Bradshaw is guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed, then he’s kneeling between Jake’s spread legs, his eyes intent on Jake’s face like he’s waiting for Jake to say something but he can’t. Can’t think of anything to say that he won’t wish he said differently later so he just raises an eyebrow and makes a get on with it gesture with his hand, hopes that says enough. It seems to do the trick, Bradshaw huffing in amusement but then he’s mouthing Jake’s cock through his underwear, the warmth from his mouth seems to intensify the heat around his cock and why does that feel so good.

                “Lie back if you want…”

                “No. Want to watch…” Jake says, then Bradshaw is standing again, leaning down to kiss him and cupping his face carefully like this isn’t just a hookup and Jake wonders if he’s like this with all his hookups. Doesn’t let himself wonder about how he might be with anyone who might not just be a hookup.

                “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back. You got any lube?”

                Jake nods, makes a grabby hand gesture toward his toiletry bag like a fucking toddler and tries not to be mortified by the whole thing, mainly the grabby hands or his apparent eagerness for any and all activities that require lube. Bradshaw either ignores him or doesn’t notice, unzips it and pulls out the little pump bottle, inspecting it before nodding like its passed inspection. He grabs a towel from the bathroom and then he’s back, grabbing the pillows and making a little pile so Jake can lie back and also watch.

                “Art of compromise…” Bradshaw says with a smirk and Jake rolls his eyes but lets Bradshaw gently push him back, kissing a trail down Jake’s body, licking and sucking over his neck, down his chest, flicking his nipples with the tip of his tongue, one after the other. Then his hands are working the band of Jake’s underwear, working them down and Jake raises his hips to help. The air of the room feels cool on his cock, then he feels the condom getting rolled down, doesn’t stop himself from thrusting into the circle of Bradshaw’s fist, although kind of wants to knee him in the side of the head when he huffs with amusement again.

                Then he thinks he could forgive Bradshaw anything, his mouth tight and hot and just all the fucking way down like he doesn’t need to work up to it. Jake definitely snaps something out, but has no idea what it is, his brain not offering anything other than the black and white static. Bradshaw has definitely had more practice than Jake, or maybe just has natural talent, and Jake can’t help the little jerks of his hips as Bradshaw sucks him down again. He meets Bradshaw’s eyes, and it feels weirdly intense so he closes his eyes, suddenly feeling too exposed.

                Then he feels the fingers, Bradshaw’s fingers, slippery with lube and Jake didn’t even notice when that happened. They’re not pressing, just rubbing between his ass cheeks, pressing gently on his perinium. Then there’s a more obvious press against his asshole and Bradshaw is pulling off his cock.

                “Seresin… yes or no?”

                “Yes. Fuck yes. Come on…”

                “Feel free to tell me to stop.”

                “I’m not going to tell you to fucking stop.”

                “You can also tell me to go harder, or faster, or… just use your words and let me know what you want. Never stopped you before, hmm?”

                “Fuck you. Get on with it.”

                Fortunately Bradshaw does return to sucking his cock, but he’s now massaging Jake’s  perinium with a thumb, another finger is rubbing circles around his hole, slowly increasing in pressure and he wonders if Bradshaw’s just being cautious or…

                “Just put you fucking finger in my ass Bradshaw, for fucks sake…”

                “Just had to ask.”

                Jake thumps his head back on the pile of pillows, and his annoyance is immediately overwritten by Bradshaw no longer wasting any more time and going directly for the kill, brushing over his prostate and Jake hates how his precision in a plane is apparently a transferable fucking skill. Bradshaw’s got a hand tight around the base of his cock, like he doesn’t want Jake to come too soon. Then there are two fingers, long fingers, pressing up inside him, not gentle brushes, direct pressure and his spine feels like it’s a sparkler, sparks hitting his body all over and he arches into it.

                “Holy shit…”

                “Yeah, there we go. Come on. Want to take you apart.”

                Jake can’t tell him no. Doesn’t want to. Just gives in to the overwhelming sensations of someone intent on bringing him as much pleasure as possible. He’s never had someone seem so focused on giving him a blowjob before, although he guesses Bradshaw has already come so isn’t in any rush to get off himself. Combined with the anal play he’s quivering on the edge of coming. Bradshaw is somehow calm and collected even adding a third and fourth finger and Jake can feel himself shaking with the need to keep control. Jake wants to see Bradshaw lose it a little, but doubts if he will.

                Bradshaw wants to make him fall apart, and Jake is pretty sure he’s more than capable of making that happen now and he doesn’t have to hold back or pretend, not right now. He can let himself go, not be so careful of what Bradshaw might think. It’s sex, and Bradshaw already doesn’t like him very much, being… well, being a little bit more open and exposed is normal during sex. He can let himself have this, will let himself have this. He’s allowed to want this. Lets the pleasurable sensation of Bradshaw’s mouth and tongue on his cock wash over him, the feeling of his fingers, both on him and in him, the press of their skin together in other places where Bradshaw’s touching him. It feels increasingly overwhelming, all of his senses feel glutted; the sight of Bradshaw sucking him down and not pausing for breath or a break. The smell of their combined bodies, sweaty, the sound of his own breathing, rough in his ears. Bradshaw’s little pleased throat sounds and groans. And overlaying it all the sense of touch and he feels like Bradshaw is everywhere, in, on, over, under, around him. He let’s out a high pitched whine, can feel his orgasm cresting, about to wash over him any second.

                “Close. Oh fuck… so close. Shit. Yeah…”

                He says other things he’s sure, but Bradshaw doesn’t stop, just keeps sucking him and Jake jerks and shudders, thrusts a little into Bradshaw’s mouth before Bradshaw’s pulling himself off and peppering the skin around Jake’s thighs and groin with little butterfly kisses, fingers slowly easing out. Jake lies there, sucking in lungful’s of air as oxygen returns to his brain and Bradshaw is up and doing something… washing his hands in the bathroom apparently. Then he’s back, carefully removing the condom and tying it off before using a warm wet facecloth to wipe Jake clean. He bets Bradshaw is the type that would lick his partner clean.

                Then he feels Bradshaw straddle him, ass resting on his thighs, then he’s placing more little kisses down Jake’s neck and then around to the other side, like it’s a necklace. His moustache tickles at the same time it kind of turns him on, like he wants to squirm away and press into it at the same time. Then it hits him. Bradshaw has a moustache. He closes his eyes and imagines what it might feel like if this was Nick’s mouth on him. He knows it’s not great etiquette to be in bed with one person and imagine another, but Bradshaw will never know.

                That’s when he notices Bradshaw’s cock is hard again and he doesn’t know what to say, what Bradshaw wants to happen here. The realization that Bradshaw got hard again while blowing him makes his own cock twitch and god, he’s not even gone a little bit soft. What the hell. Bradshaw is grinding their cocks together, except it’s too light to be considered a grind, is more like the little butterfly kisses, just little touching glances before moving away and it’s a little maddening, and he wants to press into it all, both the kisses and his cock.

                “Want to fuck you. That something you’d want?” Bradshaw asks, voice low against his neck and then he’s sucking Jake’s earlobe, the pulse in his neck where he’s certain Bradshaw can feel how fast his heart is racing. Jake doesn’t open his mouth, just reaches to place one hand in Bradshaw’s hair, and letting the other grab an ass cheek, pulling Bradshaw down into him as he pushes up and their cocks and hips press against each other almost painfully and Jake just gasps. Then Bradshaw is moving, body coming to cover his and he’s so glad for it, feels anchored to the world.

                “Yeah, yeah. Fuck me.”

                “You sure? Not too sensitive?”

                “Fucking come on,” Jake mutters, breaking his silence and a flash of something passes over Bradshaw’s feature, too fast to identify. He’s already relaxed and stretched from the blowjob, shifts onto all fours so he can avoid looking at Bradshaw in the eyes while they fuck. Doesn’t want to think about why he doesn’t want that too much. Doesn’t need to watch as Bradshaw puts another condom on and slicks Jake up with more lube. When Bradshaw presses into him it’s firm and slow, unyielding and Jake groans into it, breath hitching a little, wants him to move the alleviate the discomfort and at the same time wants him to never move, to somehow press himself further in.

                “C’mon, move.”

                “Nope. Not yet…” Bradshaw mutters, and Jake doesn’t know if he’s just being difficult or if he has a reason for not moving. Bradshaw’s moving his hips in a tiny incremental grind, he can feel his balls brushing him. “You feel good Seresin. Let me enjoy it.”

                Jake doesn’t say anything, because it’s not totally a bad thing that Bradshaw isn’t moving, he’d just thought he’d want to get on with it. He can feel himself relaxing around the intrusion, can feel himself starting to grind back slightly and it seems to be whatever signal Bradshaw was waiting for maybe as he pulls back a little before grinding back in, repeating the slow short thrusts. He’s never been fucked after he’s already come, never realized this was maybe a thing that could happen, but he likes the way it’s making him feel.

                “Can you come again?”

                “I… I don’t know,” Jake answers honestly, because this is all new territory, the fact that his cock is still hard, never really went away after he came the first time.

                “Let’s find out hmm?”

                “Oh fuck…” Jake breathes, his words hot and damp against the skin of his arm as he parses exactly what Bradshaw means by that. Fuck. “Yeah, sounds like a plan.”

                He’s not sure what else might be part of the plan, but Bradshaw seems curious as to what will make Jake squirm, shout, gasp, swear and everything in between. He shifts with no pattern or direction between slow grinds of his hips, pulling Jake up a little and working his cock in his hand, then longer, deeper thrusts while he sucks bruising kisses to his neck and shoulders, to a fast-punishing pace, hips snapping in and out all while his fingertips dig into Jake’s hips. All of it is good in its own way, he doesn’t have a favorite although he can tell Bradshaw seems intent on figuring it out.

                Bradshaw’s body is slick with sweat, he can feel the odd drop of it hit the overheated skin of his back where it offers a little flash of coolness for a brief moment. The sheets are damp with his own sweat, he’s panting, fingers grasping desperately at the sheets as he pushes back. God. He had no idea it could be this good. Wants to comes, knows he can definitely come, but never wants it to end all at the same time. It’s when Bradshaw presses himself along the length of Jake’s back, circles his hand around Jake’s cock and starts jerking him off that he knows.

                “Think you can come again Seresin?”

                “Yes… fucking yes…” Jake hisses between clenched teeth.

                “Good. You going to come for me then?”

                “You first…” Jake gasps out, holding back through some sheer force of will and good luck.

                “Oh fuck…” Bradshaw grunts, and Jake feels him jerk, his hand on Jake’s cock stilling briefly before it goes back to stroking and then Bradshaw is murmuring your turn under his breath and Jake’s orgasm is intense, like the first one of the night never happened, his whole body arching to be closer and he slumps down, uncaring if Bradshaw falls with him. Holy shit his brain provides and Jake grins stupidly against his arm, because his brain has the right idea and he closes his eye briefly. He must doze off for a moment or two, because when he opens them again Bradshaw is almost completely dressed, just his pants and undershirt, jacket carefully folded inside out, tapping at his phone with his other hand.

                “Hey. You’re back with me,” Bradshaw says, and he’s fucking smug but Jake guesses he kind of deserves to be. Holy shit his brain repeats, and his body definitely echoes the sentiment. He’s going to jerk off remembering this. “You good?”

                “I’m good. So good.”

                “Hmm. Good. Catch you around Seresin.”

…            …            …

                He falls asleep, his body feeling well worked over and achy in the best possible way. Like a good run in warm sunshine followed by a really good jerk of session in the shower. But better. So much better. When he wakes up he still can’t believe that it was Bradshaw in his bed last night.

                Fucking Bradshaw.

                Literally fucking Bradshaw.

                He’s a little annoyed with himself. Can’t believe he’s had sex with a guy that is kind of an asshole and it was good. He wanted so badly for it to be absolute shit, to be able to tar Rooster with the same selfish-asshole brush as the very few guys he’s slept with previously. He’d taken what Nick said to heart, not pushed himself too early, but he’s had decent sex now. What he’d thought was good sex. And now he knows it was barely decent. The fact that the best sex he’s had is with someone who seems to hate him for some unknown reason is galling, but he tries not to care about it.

                God. Imagining sex like that with someone he actually likes? It’ll be amazing. He rolls over and grabs his phone, plugs it in, has to wait for it to charge up; a little distracted last night to plug it in so it’s gone dead. He probably needs to buy a new one. He goes and has a shower, brushes his teeth and pulls a face at the marks on his chest, back and hips. Ah well. Nothing to be done about any of that now. He pads back into the room and picks up his phone, looks at the new photos Susie has sent him and then goes to open Grindr.

                Nine notifications.

                Shit.

>>You around?

>>I think we could meet?

>>Same city right now?

>>Jas?

>>Guess you must be busy.

>>Damn it.

>>Seriously thought fates were finally on our side.

>>I’m out on an early flight.

>>Hope you had a good night.

                Jake feels like throwing his phone across the room but resists, clenches his jaw and swallows down the disappointment. Fucking Bradshaw.

>>I am so sorry!

>>I had my phone on silent.

>>And then it must have died.

>>Shit.

>>I’m really sorry to have missed you.

>>Pretty sure you don’t want the Grindr notification sounds coming through your phone.

>>Why do you think it was on silent?

…            …            …

                He’s glad his phone had died, that he doesn’t have to lie. Feels odd telling Nick that he didn’t check his phone because he was busy having sex. Feels worse thinking that sex is the reason he missed meeting him. He both wants to share with Nick just how good of an experience he had, but it being the reason he missed meeting him feels rude. Not that it was intentional at all, but he still feels awful, because they were obviously so close and he realizes then that Nick may have been at the award ceremony. It was a large one, with many different factions of the Navy present and he doesn’t know if Nick has figured out that they’re both in the Navy. He could ask. Or he could just drop it into the conversation and he wonders if that’s what Nick did, can’t remember exactly how Nick mentioned it now, but he knows it’s true.

                He keeps it to himself for a couple of weeks, not ready to share it. Not ready to talk about it. Still processing his own emotions, not really sure how he feels or how he’s meant to feel. How he feels about Bradshaw is all mixed in and he has to try and separate the Bradshaw he had sex with from the Bradshaw that he works with in a professional capacity. Isn’t sure how they’ll interact the next time they see each other, knows he could get Bradshaw’s number if he really wanted to, but doesn’t want to… seem interested. He’s not. He doesn’t think he is anyway. But he can’t talk to Nick about it. Not yet.

…            …            …

                A couple of weeks pass and with the pass of time he feels like maybe he’s imagining just how good it was with Bradshaw. His memory is pretty good though and after he jerks off to the memory, changing the man to Nick even if he still looks annoyingly too similar to Bradshaw because of that fucking moustache he snaps a picture of his spent cock lying against his stomach and sends it through to Nick.

>>Gorgeous as always.

>>Any particular reason I get a treat without any prompting?

>>Definitely not complaining, just wondering what brought it on, see if I can make it happen again.

                Jake laughs a little out loud, reaches for tissues and wipes himself off.

>>Nothing you did sorry, although was your name on my lips when I came…

>>Jesus Jas. You trying to get me hard? I’m meant to be going out with friends.

>>I’m not stopping you.

>>Just. I finally had good sex.

>>I mean.

>>Best sex to date.

>>Pretty sure the guy hates me but fucking hell. I can understand the hype a little more now.

>>Yeah? Jesus.

>>Ten years is a long fucking time to wait before you have a decent fuck. You going to see him again?

>>Hahahaha.

>>No.

>>Did you miss what I just said about him hating me?

>>Think we might kill each other.

>>Hate sex can be hot right?

>>Ouch. That kind of sucks.

>>Yeah. Not exactly a great romance or what I was hoping for, but beggars can’t be choosers and all that.

>>Kind of annoyed that he was so good. Makes me hate him a little bit more.

>>Hate?

>>What did he do?

>>Hate me first? I don’t even know.

>>Just seemed to take one look at me and decided not to like me.

>>Trying to not care about it.

>>Is he hot?

                Jake groans, trust Nick to cut right to the center of Jake’s whole conundrum.

>>So hot.

>>Annoyingly so. Cocky.

>>But makes him more attractive. Asshole.

>>Oh yeah. I know the type.

>>Pretty sure they are my type actually.

                Jake feels a pang then, that Nick has a type, knows enough about himself to have developed a type.

>>Yeah? You like cocky assholes?

>>Sometimes. And sometimes I want to put them in their place.

>> Put them on their knees and make them beg for it.

                For a moment Jake thinks about Bradshaw, putting him on his knees to suck him off and his brain melts a little thinking about it. He understands the appeal more now, from both sides.

>>I think I need a connection to make the sex good.

>>Yeah? What makes you think that?

>>Well, while I haven’t exactly got a positive connection with the guy, it’s still a connection. We work together. Have similar life experiences I guess.

>>He’s in the military as well?

>>Yeah.

>>Bad idea huh?

>>Well, I can’t talk. I’ve had my fair number of hook ups, both before and after DADT.

>>Just be careful okay?

>>Yeah. Of course.

…            …            …

                He’s in the middle of the Pacific Ocean when he hears about the Pulse shooting and he immediately needs to send a message to Nick to check in, knows Nick is on leave in Florida and just has to hope Nick didn’t go out clubbing to pick anyone up. He gets back an almost immediate I’m okay.

…            …            …

                It’s happening.

                It’s finally fucking happening.

                They’re both coming here, a busy and popular pool hall filled with dozens of people clearly in the military and on leave. Jake’s been here before, a few years ago, and picked up an unmemorable blowjob in the bathroom. He’s early. Over an hour early, but he doesn’t care, he wants to see Nick walk through that door. He’d said Jake wouldn’t be able to miss him and Jake has no fucking clue what that means but he’ll trust him. He’s reaching for a cue bridge when he feels someone come and stand behind him, too close to be a stranger.

                “Seresin… fancy seeing you here.”

                Then Bradshaw is pressed against his back, lips brushing against his neck and Jake presses back automatically before stiffening and pulling away. He’s here to meet Nick, not fall back into bed with Bradshaw.

                “Bradshaw. As I live and breathe,” Jake replies, voice tight.

                “You look good… want a game?”

                Jake glances at his watch, then checks his phone as well before nodding. Bradshaw shrugs off his jacket and whatever button-down shirt he had on, leaves them carefully draped over one of the bar stools. Then Bradshaw racks the balls and offers Jake the break. He can feel Bradshaw’s eyes on him like a weight, wonders if he’s imagining or projecting as he watches the way Bradshaw’s fingers stroke his cue. Knows he’s not imagining it when Bradshaw keeps brushing against him, fingers brushing his when he passes him the chalk cube. When Jake reaches to take the cue bridge from Bradshaw, he holds on to it, steps in close.

                “Winner gets a blow job?”

                Jake doesn’t choke on his own breath but it’s close, because he’s already winning, but the way Bradshaw is looking at him makes him feel like he’d be doing Bradshaw a favor by letting him. Wonders if the blowjob would play out the same as last time. God he really wants to find out, his cock already starting to get hard and Bradshaw seems to know it, too. Smug fucker. He takes the cue bridge and lines up his shot, sinks his last stripe and then hands the cue bridge back to Bradshaw and pots the black without even looking away from him.

                “I’m actually waiting for someone, but I’ll take a raincheck…”

                “Hopefully somewhere we have access to a proper bed.”

                While Bradshaw sets the table up again Jake grabs his phone, can see the notification and he taps through to it.

>> I’m not going to be able to make it. Something’s come up.

                The message has a timestamp of about twenty minutes ago and he pushes down his disappointment, schools his face into one of indifference and pastes a smile on his face.

                “Seems like Javy got a better offer. Think I’ll take my rain check now.”

                “Double or nothing?” Bradshaw asks, his eyes amused and Jake lets the curl of arousal in his gut fully stretch out. He grins slowly, licks his lips, a little of his disappointment melting away. So he might not get to meet Nick tonight after all, but at least he can have a good time with Bradshaw.

2017 - Bradley

[l33bang24]

OMG It's You…(Part 9)

YouTube!Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Lots of feelings, hidden secrets, Felix being a genius 🤔, (lmk if I missed anything)

🏷️ : @laylasbunbunny @weirdowithaphone @silverstarburst @jusanontstuff @anxiousskylar @drewsandsebastianswife @amararosesblog @niaalove (Taglist open)

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Previously on OMG It’s You

Lee Know finally decides to take action so they can both concentrate on what's important. As Lee Know strides towards the door and reaches for the knob, he is taken aback to find his Leader standing there, hand poised to knock. They lock eyes, and Chan slowly lowers his hand. "Hey, I was just coming to see if you wanted to talk."

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Third Person POV

The boys sat silently on Lee Know’s bed, hesitant to break the quiet. It was as if they were at a loss for words. Finally, Chan gathered the courage to start the conversation. “I'm sorry for not telling you earlier. I know an apology can't undo what's happened, but I…” Before he could finish, Lee Know interrupted.

“Chan Hyung, it's not just about the lies. I trusted you with things that no one else knows. We promised each other no secrets, but then I learned from another member that you weren't honest about your feelings for Y/N. Do you know how much I wanted to punch you? I had to hold back because you're my leader and hyung. I had to let out my frustration at the gym instead." Lee Know looked away from Chan, his frustration evident.

Chan gazes down at his hands, nervously wringing them together. "I'd let you do it; I deserve it," he mutters. Lee Know looks at Chan with concern and lets out a sigh. He carefully considers how to approach the situation. After a moment, he sits down next to Chan. "You don't deserve to be punched in the face. Punched in the arm? Maybe, but I won't do that," he says gently. Chan looks at Lee Know, nodding in understanding. After some more silence goes by, Lee Know speaks up again.

“So why didn't you tell us? Were you worried about how we would react?" Chan stares at the wall, lost in thought. "You all loved her. At first, I did, too, but it felt like Stays was always talking about her non-stop. Did I try to stop it? No, I just put on a brave face and pretended to be okay. But hearing about her made me feel more and more frustrated." He looks at Lee Know. "I kept quiet because I didn't want to be seen as attention-seeking. I thought you guys would think I was overreacting. That's why I stayed silent.”

Before Lee Know responded, Chan continued, "I knew I could trust you with my feelings without judgment. But every time you talked about her, it was hard for me. I wanted to tell you many times but feared ruining our friendship. Then I saw that video of her, and it changed everything. Even when you were there for me, I struggled with these feelings. I was torn between wanting to move on and wanting to tell you the truth. I eventually decided to tell her, but I regret not being honest with you. I'm sorry.”

Lee Know nodded, gently taking his Hyung’s hand into his own. "The next time you feel this way, please don't hesitate to confide in me. You're not seeking attention; you're simply struggling with conflicting emotions. I believe you should have asked Stays to refrain from constantly discussing her. They likely would have respected your feelings if you had asked them to stop. Regardless, what's done is done. From now on, if you ever experience those emotions again, please promise me you'll tell me. It may dampen my spirits a little, but I'd much rather that happen than for you to endure that terrible feeling again, okay?" Chan nodded, offering a small smile to Lee Know.

The duo delved into discussions about life and the whirlwind of their MANIAC Tour schedules. Little did they know they were hiding a significant secret - they had been in contact with Y/N without the other's knowledge. The tension of withholding this information from each other added an intriguing layer to their interactions, creating a sense of anticipation for when the truth would eventually come to light.

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Over time, the pair made a habit of messaging Y/N whenever they found a free moment. They eagerly shared details about their activities and expressed how much they wished she could join them. They also sent photos of themselves and their members. One member noted how his two older brothers constantly smiled at their phones.

He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but his curious mind couldn't help but piece together all the instances where he noticed a change in their behavior. Chan seemed noticeably happier after their big argument, and Lee Know constantly kept his phone by his side. Even Han, of all people, got scolded by Lee Know for taking his phone and dashing off with it once. Lee Know nearly strangled him that day. Felix reflected on this change, which occurred right after they watched the last video of Y/N.

"Did they give their numbers to Y/N?" Suddenly, it clicked in his mind, and everything fell into place! It seems like they've been acting as though they're talking to a girl for the first time. Felix also noticed changes in Y/N's behavior. She appears to be much happier these days, and in one video, her phone kept chiming with notifications, and she just laughed it off as if it were a friend sending her reels or videos from Instagram. Felix has a prominent theory about this, and the timing makes it all the more convincing.

Felix keeps this to himself since his brothers have been getting along better. Although he has his theory, Felix understands that there's a high chance he could be wrong and a slight chance that he could be right. He's hoping that whatever unfolds doesn't stir up more tension within the group.

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Y/N’s POV

I haven't shared the news about my move to South Korea or leaving my previous job. It's been tough, especially with Chan and Minho constantly contacting me, sending photos, and wanting to talk. I initially enjoyed our conversations, but it became increasingly difficult as I kept a major secret from them. I longed to confide in them, but my pride convinced me they could wait and that I wasn't a priority in their lives.

I've been focused on creating many content videos to stay ahead of the game. I know the transition to a new place will take some time. Fortunately, MNet has already prepared a recording space for me, and it's breathtaking. The setup is so impressive that even gamers would be envious. They consulted me on how I wanted the room to be arranged, and I provided them with all the details. They truly exceeded my expectations with the final result. I can't wait to see the room in person - it's every content creator's fantasy come true.

I snapped out of my daydreams and refocused on the task at hand: packing.

I've moved before, but this time feels different. I've meticulously organized the shipment of my belongings and planned to follow shortly after by plane. This isn't just a move across the state; it's a leap of faith, trusting that everything will arrive intact and nothing will be lost. Dealing with this has been quite stressful. A few of my new co-workers have already offered to help, which I appreciate.

I find it challenging to accept assistance, especially from individuals I don't know well. I am pretty particular about my belongings, and needing help to move them into an unfamiliar place makes me uneasy. Additionally, I've purchased items for the new apartment that have already been delivered there. While I can manage the items currently at the new place, I will require assistance to move the rest of my belongings.

After countless hours packing my belongings, the shipping company finally arrived to collect everything. MNet had emphasized the importance of caring for my items and ensuring their safe delivery. I received a reassuring call from the company's CEO, who guaranteed they would take great care of my belongings and ensure they arrived in the same condition as when they were picked up.

Now, all that needed to be done was to get ready for bed, as I had a long trip ahead of me. The anticipation and excitement for this new chapter in my life made it impossible to fall asleep. Before settling in for the night, I meticulously went through the bags I planned to take, ensuring I had everything I needed. As part of my nighttime routine, I took a melatonin supplement to help me fall asleep. Until then, I will continue to imagine and anticipate the experience when I finally get there.

(A/N: And so the plot thickens! What are they going to do when they both find out they've keep similar secrets?? Only time will tell 😏😏)

[sportswriters]

every christmas with you - r. dias

pairing: rúben dias x reader | fluff | established relationship | wc: 2k+ | warnings: none | a/n: hey, i know christmas is over, but i'm still a born lover of the holiday, so here's a short scenario i just imagined! have a good read! xx, ella.

“here it is.”

you raise your face in the direction of your boyfriend's voice and find him with his hand outstretched, offering you a cup of hot chocolate. he has a simple smile on his face and when you accept the cup, he sits down next to you on the couch. simba is lying down, snuggled up with his brother, both of them softly quiet after having taken a walk with the two of you earlier.

“thank you, darling,” you say and take a sip.

the atmosphere in the apartment is a little dark. there are only the christmas lights from the huge tree you set up together at the beginning of the month, which made a lot of mess and fun, but it's exactly what you love. being with him makes you feel in a way you never expected to feel with anyone.

you met rúben quite by chance. you weren't used to walking around manchester, but you were there one day on business and got lost in the place you were supposed to be. luckily, he was also nearby, coming out of the coffee shop across the street and because you were distracted, looking at the gps on your phone, you accidentally bumped into him, spilling all the coffee on your overcoat.

he apologized immediately, even though it was your fault. you found him extremely kind in the midst of so many ordinary people there, because you had tried to ask three people for help before, who said they were in a hurry and couldn't help you. not that people in new york were any warmer, but you expected a bit more of a welcome from manchester.

he made a point of taking you to a nearby store and bought you a new overcoat to wear. you tried to tell him you didn't need it, but he insisted so much that you ended up accepting it, even apologizing— he considered it to be entirely his fault. then he helped you find the right street. that was supposed to be your only interaction, but somehow he managed to find you on instagram and sent you a message.

since then, this is the third christmas you've spent together. this time, it's more intimate, because you decided to stay at home this year. although you still lived in another city, you kept trying everything you could to keep the relationship alive. as your work allowed you to travel to manchester to sort things out, you were able to see each other often.

but you've been thinking about changing that for a while now. every day you miss being close to rúben, the distance is no longer fulfilling your need to deepen your relationship with him. you want to be closer and you want to have more moments together. you want to be able to go to his matches, to cheer him on from up close, to wear his shirt with his name on the back. you want to be able to support him in bad times from up close, like these injuries, and not from afar, via video calls. you want to be able to get home and snuggle up to him, go where he goes, be where he wants to be.

you're a bit tired of always traveling for work and not being able to stop anywhere. you're always sleeping in hotels and eating bakery food because you don't have time to cook. and although rúben also traveled to games in other cities, even countries, he had a home there in manchester. you didn't have that.

you loved new york, but you fell in love with manchester. and with rúben. that's why you took a promotion decision at work.

“is everything all right?” rúben asks, brushing your leg, which you've placed over his lap. “you seem distracted.”

you take another sip of the hot chocolate and lean over to leave the cup on the coffee table. he studies your movements in silence and you turn and smile at him. it's not a very comfortable position to be sitting like that, but you don't care, all you want is to be close to him anyway.

“it's our third christmas together, right?” you start talking. “i mean, i know we didn't get to be together like this on our first christmas, but for the count, it's our third, right?”

rúben is confused, but there's a smile on his face.

“ah... yes?” he lets out, uncertain.

you can see him perfectly only with the christmas lights illuminating the room, but also with the natural light of the city night, which you can see through the glass of the balcony. you intertwine your fingers in his and kiss the knuckles of his hand affectionately.

“i want them all, rúben,” you say. “i want every christmas with you. here in this house, with your family in portugal, no matter where, i want them all, as long as it's with you.”

he widens his smile, the kind of smile that shows his teeth and you feel yourself melt inside.

“i want them too, y/n. more than anything,” he says.

you nod slowly and turn just enough to reach the small box next to simba. he looks at you with those bright puppy dog eyes and you scratch his head in a caress, apologizing for interrupting his sleep.

he lays his head back against the sofa and you turn back to rúben, now holding the little box. he doesn't understand anything from the way you're acting, but you don't worry, because he will soon.

“i thought we weren't going to exchange our presents until tomorrow morning,” he says softly.

“i can't wait until tomorrow,” you admit, which makes him laugh. “besides, i can give you as many christmas presents as i want. this is the first one.”

he nods, without contradicting you.

“you're not going to propose, are you?” he jokes.

you roll your eyes and move to sit on his lap. rúben holds you by the waist and adjusts you against him, both of you wearing comfortable pajamas to spend the evening with a small dinner and the christmas movies you loved the most.

“it depends on your point of view. but no, it's not a ring,” you reply, looking more closely into his eyes now. “don't you recognize this little box?”

he stares at the small object in your hand. you watch his expression change from confusion to recognition in an instant. he remembers when he gave you that box and knows exactly what's inside.

“when you gave me that box, i still didn't feel ready for the change it represented,” you start and swallow, suddenly getting a little nervous. he notices and rubs his hands against your thighs, comforting you. “i love you, rúben. that's never changed, on the opposite, i've only grown to love you day after day. you've always been more sure of that than i am, the proof is this little box.”

maybe it’s the christmas atmosphere, or what that moment represents, because your eyes fill with tears. you feel that it's not trivial to get emotional. you love him so much and it took you a long time to find someone who loves you as much as rúben does. the two of you have always understood the problems and difficulties of a long distance relationship, but you've always held on to each other.

everything wasn't always a bed of roses. but you never doubted how you felt about him, under any circumstances. much less did you think about giving up on what you had. all that contributed to you just being sure that you had made the right decision.

you open the box and reveal the key inside. the key to that apartment you're in now, which he started to say was your home, even though you weren't even living there yet.

“i've accepted the job offer to stay on at the branch we have here in manchester,” you say, finally. “which means i'll have more stability and won't have to travel from one city to another.”

you take the key and smile.

“and it also means that i need a place to live,” you joke.

he focuses his eyes on you, your smile, your genuine happiness and the fact that his heart feels like it's about to burst with love. you wait, expectantly. you gulp and feel nervous again. when rúben notices the change in your expression, he realizes that he haven't said anything yet.

“are you doing this for me?” he asks. you notice a little concern in his tone and understand why.

rúben never wanted to pressure you into anything. even though he always seemed sure of everything, he also always said that things would happen in their own time. he didn't want you to give up anything in your life to live with him there, and that included your job, which he knew was important to you. but you didn't accept the promotion solely because of him, on the contrary, you had already been thinking about this stability. it was tiring to live traveling like that.

he was just one more reason to reinforce you. your firm ground for moving forward with the decision you'd been thinking about making for some time.

“yes and no,” you show a closed smile. you drop the box on the arm of the sofa next to you and sigh, both hands holding his face and your right thumb caressing his cheek. “when i took this job, there was only the possibility of staying in the position if i had the availability to travel. at first, everything seemed fine, i even liked it a little.”

you pause. he doesn't interrupt you at any point so as not to get in your way. maybe he needs to know that you're sure about it, about what this step means for both of you.

“but then it got lonely. i didn't have a home, you know? i jumped from hotel to hotel, even when i was in new york, i lived in a boarding house, because renting a house wasn't worth it,” you keep explaining. his hands stay on your legs all the time and you receive his silent affection. “then i met you. and when you brought me here for the first time, i felt at home. not because of the apartment itself, but because of you, rúben.”

“y/n…”

“i've always believed that what turns a place into a home is not the place itself, but the person. i'd go anywhere you were, because you're my home. and i want that, the two of us together, living more moments that distance doesn't allow. so, yes, i'm doing it for you, but i'm also doing it for me. for us,” you finish, almost out of breath.

the beaming smile he gives you warms your heart. he lifts his hands from your legs and reaches for your face, holding your chin gently, pulling your face towards him, your lips sticking together slowly. it's not an intense or urgent kiss, it's just a kiss coated with affection, with things that words couldn't express.

“when i first met you, i was a little scared about how sure i was about you,” he pulls away and starts talking, his voice low because you're close enough to hear what he's saying. “some people have doubts about their own relationships, uncertainties about various things, but when i met you... i only had certainties. and i love you so much that you have no idea, y/n.”

you sniffle softly, a smile on your lips. sometimes, it didn't seem real that he was yours.

“i'm glad you accepted this little box. because now there's no turning back, darling, i hope you know that accepting to live with me is also accepting that you're mine,” he says, smiling.

you laugh and shake your head. you squeeze his cheeks with one hand, forming a pout with his lips, and you kiss him.

“i've been yours since the day we first bumped into each other,” you reinforce.

and being there, with him, is all you've ever wanted.

[analogwriting]

The Other Side of Paradise

Chapter 18: A Tear in Space (Airlock)

Killer x gn!reader word count: 3.7k a/n: me??? disappearing without a trace for a month and a half??? i would neverrrrrr (if you happened to see the other chapter title, no you didn't) tags: @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth, @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @kattywhomper @ttalgi first|next

“So…what’s the deal with the masks?” 

You were currently shooting for the music video, but it was basic blocking and getting used to things. No real recording or official takes. Most people weren’t in their get ups, just loungewear. You and your band were also in comfortable clothes, but you were still wearing your masks, naturally.

“What do you mean?” You were looking through the blocking script, off stage by the snack table. Law was standing next to you, scrolling through his phone. They were currently setting up the next scene so you were taking some time to go over things.

“Exactly as I said it.”

You looked up from the script, glaring at him before rolling your eyes. He couldn’t see it, but surely he felt it because he shifted a little, clearing his throat.

“I just mean, we’re not recording video, so why wear the get up?” He straightened up a little, putting his phone in his pocket. “No one is in the outfits. Even you guys aren’t fully dressed.”

You shrugged. “We like to live in anonymity. It’s nice to be able to go out in public without being flocked.” You turned back to your script, making some small notes. 

“Well, still. There’s no one here besides coworkers.” He folded his arms, studying you as you worked on editing your script.

“And how can I trust that someone won’t take a photo for some behind the scenes or leak something?” You paused, turning to look at him once more, folding your arms.

Law was silent for a moment as he processed what you said. Then he shook his head. “Everyone here is under contra-”

“Doesn’t matter. People still leak shit all the time. We have our way of doing things. It’s not hurting you.” You were honestly annoyed with the sudden third degree.

The man grimaced, clearly not liking that you cut him off, but you didn’t want to talk about things anymore. You were absolutely exhausted. Things like this wore you out quickly. You were stressed because there were so many people you didn’t know. There were tons of people working that you didn’t trust so you had to be extra hypervigilant.

“Is the voice modulator even necessary? All four of you have it on. What’s the issue of us hearing your voices? There’s no way that-”

“What’s the issue in general, Law?” You set your script down with a long sigh. “It’s not harming you. This is just how we do things. We don’t trust anyone. This is our gimmick and it has been since day one. It’s one thing to ask about the masks, I get it, but to keep prying? You’re getting on my fuckin’ nerves.”

You didn’t even wait for a response before you walked off. You were too on edge, ready to blow. You needed to chill out before you said something you regretted or did something stupid.

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The rest of the blocking went smoothly. Law didn’t try to talk to you again, but he did keep glaring. You’d probably have to apologize or at least apologize to Corazon. You were just stressed and overwhelmed with everything. You figured you’d give it a little time before approaching it.

It had only taken a week to get the blocking down, now you were doing the actual shooting. Technically, you were doing two songs. One that featured Law and his band was doing one that featured you. You didn’t mind, but you were tired already. You didn’t know if you wanted to collab again anytime soon. This shit was absolutely exhausting.

You still had a couple more other music videos to do. And recording in general. Your work was just getting started and you were ready for the biggest nap of your life and you weren’t sure when that was going to come into play unfortunately.

“Well, hey, Robot Voice.” You looked up from your clipboard. You were looking over some suggestions for changes that you were given. Law was standing there with a smug look on his face. You narrowed your eyes.

What the hell did he want now?

“Robot Voice?”

“Yeah. That’s you. Since you don’t wanna talk to us like a normal human being and use that voice mod.” You shook your head and sighed, you didn’t have time for whatever antics.

“What’s with the sour mood? Are we beneath you?” There was heavy mocking in his voice.

You slammed your clipboard on the table, drawing some attention to you for a moment before people went back to what they were doing. “What is your fuckin’ issue with me? I’m just standing here and you’re coming to bother me. What do you want? What is your goal?”

Law raised an eyebrow and snorted. “It’s like talking to his twin,” he mumbled. 

Your eyebrows scrunched together. “Twin? He? What are you on about?”

“Well, the last time you snapped at me, you kind of sounded like someone I know. The short temper, the language, the way you speak in general.”

You just stared at him, wondering if he was going to elaborate.

“You ever met Kid? You know. From the Victoria Punk?” You felt everything around you stop. The world stopped spinning, your heart stopped beating and you fell absolutely silent. You didn’t even dare move.

“He’s got a short temper like you do. You guys even have the same cadence in your speech. I wonder if you guys are from the same area. Where are you from again?” He looked over at you before pausing. “Uh…are you okay?”

You were clutching onto the table, the world had begun spinning really fast and you weren’t sure if you could keep standing like this; even breathing was starting to get hard. Reality was hitting.

Up until this point, it had been whatever for the most part. Sure, you were at the same company as them, but it hadn’t really set in just how close you were to your plan - to them. This was also the first time someone had said their names to you in a long time. No one in the friend group really said their names. Just referred to them as ‘them’ or not at all. 

But it was setting in just how close you were. To whatever outcome you were trying to achieve - that you would have to come face to face with them eventually. Could you even do that? You figured enough time had passed…

“Y/n?” The voice calling out was far away, but it couldn’t have been Law. He didn’t know your name. You looked over, but everything was blurry.

“Take off their mask! That’s clearly the issu-”

“Don’t touch them!” You heard a smack. “Gig! Get over here, we need your-”

Then it went silent as you passed out.

--

There were about two or three different voices mumbling around you. What happened? What was going on? Suddenly, it hit you. You’d more than likely just had some kind of panic attack from a mere mention of your old friends. You groaned in embarrassment, covering your face.

“They’re awake!” 

“Unfortunately,” you mumbled, wanting to disappear. You couldn’t believe you passed out because of that.

Slowly, you sat up, grumbling a bit.

“Are you alright? What happened?”

You took a moment to adjust to your surroundings. It looked like you were in the dressing room. Your bandmates were at your side and a couple of your friends were rushing to your side to join everyone.

“I-” You paused for a moment. Did you tell them? You sighed, might as well.

“I don’t really know. Law mentioned Kid by name and it just sent me into a tizzy…” You looked down at your hands, feeling Hop start rubbing your back. When you mentioned Kid, the room fell silent - a somber feel settled on everyone.

“I just wasn’t expecting it, I guess. I mean, I know we work at the same company, it was bound to happen but I guess…I guess it never really hit until now.” You let out a long sigh, covering your face. “Just threw me into a loop that’s all. Combined with working all day and skipping breakfast and lunch, probably just set me off.” You shook your head, looking at everyone.

“Sorry for worrying all of you.”

There were several protests to your apology. Didn’t matter who apologized and for what, there would always be protests.

“Well, everyone packed up for the day,” Hop began, motioning everyone to get back and give you room to stand. 

“So, let’s go get some dinner and rest, yeah?”

You looked at her with wide eyes. Wait, everyone packed up for the day? “How long was I out?”

“A couple hours. They assumed you collapsed from exhaustion and overall not taking care of yourself…” Hop glared at you as she paused and you looked everywhere but at her, avoiding her stare.

“They decided to call it a day. They wanted you to get some rest.”

You sighed, covering your face with your hands. You were so embarrassed right now. You couldn’t believe that not only did you faint in front of everyone because of the mere mention of your former friends, but for a few hours. Yeah, you also weren’t exactly taking care of yourself lately because you were trying to get everything together, but still. It was embarrassing all the same.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled into your hands, your friends groaning and rolling their eyes.

“Apologize again and I’m going to actually fight you.” Bubblegum shook his head, standing up and stretching.

“Let’s go eat and get some rest for real this time.” 

You didn’t have a choice but to obey. You nodded with a small groan, your stomach rumbling at the same time. Well, good timing, at least.

--

Corazon cancelled work for the next day too, wanting you to rest. You tried to tell him that you were just fine. You had eaten, rested, and good to go, but he just insisted on you taking another day. So, you did. 

The next day you just sauntered around your apartment, working on songs and other things. It had become somewhat of a stress relief for you. You had never seen yourself as someone who would do something like this, but here you were. You had always been more logical and on the business side of things, you didn’t think you’d be a creative person. 

They do say that all it takes is a traumatic experience to bring out the artist in anyone, you supposed that’s just what happened to you. Your childhood love, best friends, and only family member you had left just up and disappearing on you was traumatic whether you admitted it or not.

“I thought you were supposed to be resting?” Bubblegum appeared out of thin air, making you jump. 

“Oh fuck,” you mumbled, putting a hand to your chest in an attempt to calm your now racing heart. “I thought you were out with Hop and Dive.”

Bubblegum snorted, shaking his head as he handed you a bottle of water. “Nah. I decided to take this time to tweak with the masks a bit.” He shrugged, drinking from his own bottle before plopping on the couch next to you.

“What are you working on?”

You shrugged, leaning back to take a swig from the water he gave you. “Nothing really. Just jotting down some lyrics and stuff that’s popped into my head the last couple of days. Some vent writing. Stress relief - those kinds of things.” 

He nodded, glancing at what you were writing. “Who would’ve thought an engineering student, a business student, a law student, and a customer service worker would end up forming a band. It’s like the opening line of a terrible joke.” 

You snorted before falling into a small fit of laughter. He was right - it did sound like the opening of some kind of shitty joke. 

“Well, now we’re here. And we seem to be really good at it.” With the rate you had grown, it appeared that you all were doing something right. And the dedication of your fanbase was something that just drove you to do better.

“True. But, look at us. We were all some of the best students. Of course we succeeded.” He snorted, standing up and stretching. “Alright. I’m going back to work. I’ll leave you be so you can do the same.” Then he headed back to his bedroom where you’re assuming that he just appeared from earlier.

You sighed, stretching a little before settling back down to work.

--

The day after your ‘rest’ day, it was back to business as usual. You acted as if nothing had happened, though people seemed to be cautious around you - as in, everyone was afraid to make you work too hard. Which honestly? Annoying as shit.

“Here, let me carry that for you,” one of the staff from the agency held out his hand for the clipboard in your hand and you finally had enough of it. Luckily, your friends that were working on set knew you well enough not to baby you, but everyone else didn’t seem to get the fucking memo.

“It’s just a fucking clipboard - oh my fucking god.” You slammed it down on the table and headed to the dressing room where you tore off your mask and tossed it onto the couch before sitting in one of the chairs. 

You were seething. You didn’t like this. You didn’t like the fact they were treating you as if you just woke up from a coma. All you did was faint. It wasn’t even that big of a deal - and you took a whole day off! You were fine now, why couldn’t they understand that? You weren’t even doing anything strenuous. You knew your limits and you were doing well to take care of yourself so it didn’t happen again.

You heard a knock at the door. “Who is it?” you barked, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Cora.”

“Come in.”

The door opened and closed, signalling he walked in. You didn’t even bother looking at him. You didn’t want to take your anger out on anyone because it was just you that was just agitated. No one particularly did anything besides annoy you, but nothing yell worthy.

“I heard you snap out there. Are-”

“I swear to all things holy if you ask me if I’m okay I’m not going to be.” If you had to hear that one more time, you might just explode.

A sigh came from the man and he sat down on the sofa where you tossed your mask. 

“Fair enough.”

You turned around to look at him finally; he had taken your mask in his hands and was looking at it idly. You sighed, speaking calmly and slowly, trying not to be snappy. “Listen. You have got to tell people to stop treating me as if I’m going to break. Because this is actually going to drive me insane. I’m not some sickly Victorian child. I’m perfectly fine.”

“I just wanted to be careful. I didn’t need you passing out on us again. We’re already falling behind schedule-”

“Then you shouldn’t have had me take off yesterday! I told you that I was fine.”

 He set your mask down next to him as he leaned forward, looking at you with a serious and concerned expression. “And what if you passed out again? Then we would’ve been in the same position, if not worse. It’s better to take some time off when things happen than having to keep doing half days because you’re too stubborn to let yourself rest.”

You glared at him for a moment, falling silent. You knew he was right, you just didn’t like it. A harsh sigh fell from your lips as you folded your arms and looked away from him. 

A small chuckle fell from his lips and he shook his head, muttering something to himself.

“What?” You looked at him, still scowling. What was so funny?

“Nothing. Just thinking.” He sighed a little, looking at you. There was a fondness in his eyes, like a parent looking at their child. “There’s no ill intent. We just are worried, that’s all. I’m worried.”

You put your head in your hands. “You don’t need to be. I didn’t faint because of the work. It was because-”

“Because of what Law said?” 

You stopped, slowly removing your hands from your face to look at him. He had a soft expression on his face.

“He told me what you two had been discussing beforehand. It didn’t take me very long to figure out the rest.”

“So…you know…?”

Corazon sighed, crossing his legs. “What I know is that you’re related to Kid. I mean, the resemblance is there to those who have worked with him. You used to be close with the group and dated…Killer, I believe? However, whatever you’re plotting, I have no idea. I don’t know what brought you here, but I’m assuming something to do with them. It wasn’t my business to ask.” He shook his head, holding up his hands and you just stared at him.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Figured you had your reasons and you’d tell me if you wanted to.” He shrugged again, putting his hands in his lap. “You are quite secretive, after all. Figured you would’ve told me to mind my own business if I asked.”

You just stared at him for a long moment, processing. After a moment, you sighed, putting your head in your hands again. At least you could hear their names now without freaking out. And he was right, you would’ve told him to mind his own business if he had asked.

“I’m assuming that hearing their names caught you off guard, put things into perspective, reality hit you and it was just a lot to process. You fainted because you were overwhelmed. I’m sure your lack of eating and working so hard was also attributed but that was the icing on the cake.”

You stared at him through your hands. Maybe you had Corazon all wrong. You just thought he was some goofy and aloof guy, but it seemed he had his head on his shoulders more than he let on. He seemed to be more aware of things than you realized. It didn’t really make you wary of him, but you felt like you could trust him just a little more. Not completely, but there was an understanding more than before.

After a moment of silence between the two of you, you finally removed your hands from your face. Would you tell him everything? The plan? Or maybe you would just tell him what he needed to know. Though, he seems to have the gist of it. You sighed, straightening yourself out.

“Okay. You’re right. Kid is my cousin. We took him in when he was a child, so he’s basically like a little brother to me. Heat and Wire were our neighbors as was Killer. We’ve all been basically attached to the hip since we were small. Killer was my first and only love. We’ve been together since childhood.” Your voice began to strain as emotion clawed its way up your throat. Tears stung your eyes and you could feel a headache coming on immediately.

“They just…stopped talking to us once they made it big so…we wanted to get back at them. Make it big and then rub it in their faces. Only we wouldn’t cut off all of our friends. We didn’t forget where we came from like they did…”

Corazon listened to you intently as you spoke, saying nothing. He waited until you were finished. “Have you spoken to them?”

You shook your head, sniffling and wiping your eyes. “No. They cut us all off. We even went so far as to come up here, but we were turned away. We haven’t heard anything in so long. Over a year at least…” Two years? Time was running together and you couldn’t tell anymore.

The man across from you nodded as you spoke. “That’s why you have the masks and identity change? You wanted to do it anonymously and then just do an unveiling. Kind of send them into shock?”

You paused for a moment. “That’s the thing…” Your words trailed off, not knowing how to explain.

“You didn’t actually plan on getting to this point and never thought that far ahead?”

You looked at him for a moment. He really seemed to hit everything on the head right now. He knew you better than you seemed to know yourself and it was weird. You supposed he was from the top entertainment company in the country and was brothers with the CEO, so he had to have some credibility.

A simple, jerky nod came from you. You couldn’t even speak. The words weren’t coming.

Corazon watched you for a moment and nodded. “Okay. Well, that makes sense.” He leaned forward. “You’ll figure it out as you go. I’ll help you however you need. I mean, as a manager, I am under contract to keep your identity secret so I won’t be tattling. Not that I would. When it comes down to it, this isn’t my business. As long as you do your part of the deal, making music and working with us, I see no issue.” 

He offered a small smile. “However, as someone who sees you and your band as one of my own at this point, if you guys need anything, just let me know. I’m here for you.” He reached over, patting your knee before standing up.

You just looked at him, trying to process everything that was happening. You weren’t expecting that kind of reaction. You were expecting to be called childish or insane for it. Though, you supposed he was right. As a manager it wasn’t his business why you joined this line of work. You weren’t expecting him to be supportive.

You watched as he walked to the door. “Now, pull yourself together. We got work to do, kiddo.” He winked before heading out.

What the hell just happened?

NEXT

[garak]

in high school i got bullied for being gay (not trans just gay) by these three guys named eli phoenix and gavin. gavin was their leader he was on the football team and he thought he could get away with anything as long as he said he was autistic which i resented because that was my line. one time at an assembly he airdropped a video of a girl saying the n word to everyone and she had to transfer schools but it was later revealed he had been blackmailing her with the video in exchange for sexual favors. this actually got him kicked off the football team because while homophobia was fine that sort of behavior couldn't fly not in 2019 at least. this was 2018-2019 in liberal safe haven seattle btw lol. phoenix was a male ballerina which is crazy because how are you as a male ballerina going to bully me for being gay. eventually he dmed me on instagram to apologize and i told him i didn't forgive him. once when his friends weren't there he asked me about bisexuality and i was like girl i don't have time to talk about this rn but talk to me after class. he never talked to me after class but he did eventually come out as bisexual when someone called him out on saying faggot but everyone was like you're just saying that so you can get away with saying faggot. it's unclear whether he was actually bisexual but he was really annoying so i don't care either way. the third was a guy named eli and he REALLY had it out for me the whole year. i had a class with him sophomore year but he was friends with some people i was also trying to be friends with and they kept saying i could sit at their table and i was like wtf no you sit with eli he called me a faggot all last year but apparently that was not enough to sway them. he would always make really loud car noises in that class and everyone hated it even his friends. during the pandemic he started posting on instagram about being a male lesbian and at first i thought it was new levels of trolling but no it was real and he came out as nonbinary (he still used he/him and kept the name so im not misgendering him lol) and would dm me about trans things like nothing had ever happened and i was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt but at the same time i was like um ok... but he would post a lot of like 4tran style memes but also the ultra inclusive mogai type stuff which i always felt confused by because its like so what is your position. anyways eventually he got called out for sexual assault and abuse towards his then girlfriend and i only ever saw him once at school after that. very strange group of people. i have no idea where any of them are now

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.116 What if

One morning, I got up, determined to ease back into the SimTube game. I wasn't quite ready to make another video, so I opted to read and respond to comments, mostly apologizing for my absence. Scrolling and reading through them, I began to understand why my one video performed so well. The comments were predominantly from thirsty girls shooting their shots. It was kinda weird knowing women drooling over me fueled my success, but it got me paid, so... Sophia would have a field day with that one.

I heard her march downstairs, enter the bathroom, and turn on the tub. Minutes later, the toilet flushed. Then, the crying started. Though I loved and admired her tenacity, I couldn't take much more of her heartbreak. The treatments should have worked already. Was the doctor wrong? It felt like we were dealing with infertility, not low fertility. Suddenly, a heaviness accompanied by a random yet à propos thought fell on me. What if she wasn't the only one with a problem? What if I was the reason she hadn't gotten pregnant yet? As chilling as that thought was, it gave me a weird sense of hope. If I had a problem, maybe a doctor could fix it. I got up immediately and left the house as quietly as I could because I didn't want to Sophia hear me leaving while she was in there bawling her eyes out. I went to the hospital to get my fertility checked, and it turned out I too had low fertility. Of course I did. Nothing in my life was ever easy. The doctor gave me the same schpiel: try the treatments blah blah blah...artificial insemination yada yada yada...adoption and surrogacy womp womp womp. We were painfully aware of our options, but of course he didn't know that. I hadn't given up hope that we could birth our own child, but I knew Sophia wouldn't want us spending more time and money on those treatments, especially since we both needed them now. I told the doctor we would probably want to do IVF and asked if I could go ahead and leave a sample, and he said yes.

When I got home, Sophia was entertaining Chris Michaelson. We lived next door to them now, and he came to welcome us.

"Luca! Where'd you go?" she asked.

"Uhhh...I'll tell you later."

Seeing him under these circumstances reminded me Celeste had mentioned their children were adopted. I chatted and caught up with him for a bit, but when Sophia was out of earshot, I got down to business and asked him about his experience with adopting children. I hadn't realized Celeste was a trans woman, so they had always planned to adopt. Though their experience differed greatly from ours, I still enjoyed hearing about his life and the joy his children brought him. Time had flown by crazy fast, though. When I first met them, Orion, their daughter, was just a baby. Now she was in high school! And their son, Atlas, was married. I still felt as young as I was back then, but my birthday came barreling around the corner right behind Sophia's. Mama used to look at Less and I and jokingly ask us to stop growing. I totally understood what she meant now.

Speaking of Less, she texted me, inviting us to bar hop with her and some friends. First of all, since when did she have friends? Secondly, weren't we too old to be bar hopping like university students? Third, I didn't feel like being social. I had some potentially devastating news to share with my wife, and who knew if she would be up for it. Unfortunately for me, Sophia was nearby when my notification chime went off, and I made the mistake of groaning after reading the message. Naturally, she asked what was wrong, and I told her of the invite. She was in a good mood at the time and insisted I accept.

"Maybe that guy she was swooning about will be there," she said.

I did want to meet that schmuck and see what kind of spell he put on my sister. I also didn't want to ruin Sophia's good mood with my news, so I replied and told Less we'd be there. The tears could wait until tomorrow.

[captainyonghoon]

onewe concert experience tldr best day of my life

this whole tour has been so weirdly lucky for me the way everything lined up anyway but yesterday was really like some kind of divine intervention bc there’s no way this all happened to me

first of all i made friends and i never make friends. so it was definitely less stressful bc i had people to talk to to distract me and help me figure stuff out

the fansign actually was probably the worst part just bc it did not go at all like i expected it to but it was fine. i thought we would have a moment to talk to each of the members a little bit and they would write our names or something but it went so fast they just signed it and moved on, and i had put sticky notes on the pages i wanted each of them to sign and idk why i thought they would each sign it and hand it back to me so i could find the next page but they signed it and then handed it to the next member and then they got confused and i had to try to help them so i was just apologizing the whole time. i completely blanked on giving dongmyeong the nail polish i brought for him but idk if they would have let me give it to him anyway AND he was wearing sunglasses which was sad. the only one i sort of got to talk to was yonghoon and he lied to me bc i asked him how his voice was and he said it wasn’t too bad and then he struggled through the show. and then harin was last and he said “enjoy the… tonight” a+

but then we got through that and my friends were like okay now it’s time for the group photos :) and i was like huh. photos. bc i thought it was going to be everybody with that ticket tier all together with them or something but no. they put us in groups of SIX people to sit in front of them and take a picture but you couldn’t choose where to sit, you just got the spot that you got. so my friends started counting when we got close to the front and they said :o you get to sit with dongmyeong!! fuck off oh my god. so soon i’ll have a picture of my dumb ass making a hand heart with dongmyeong

and then they had a contest on instagram to win a signed polaroid so i entered while i was waiting for sound check and i won???? i was trying to find where to go to claim it and i just happened to see a girl standing there holding the dongmyeong polaroid so i asked her where i was supposed to go and she went to the desk with me, they gave me harin and we showed them to each other and i said that dongmyeong was my bias and she just traded me bc she was waiting for someone to get giuk so she could trade them. which i guess means there were only five of them? and they were taken that day bc he was wearing the same outfit. that’s so cool holy shit

and the girl i talked to the most bc our wristband numbers were together literally just found three selfie tickets on the ground when we were coming back from either the fansign or the group photo. she didn’t know how to get them back to the person who bought them so she just used them. how does that even happen

the concert was obviously insane, i was like second or third row right in front of dongmyeong and i got some really good videos including him blowing me a kiss ❗️ but sadly not including him pretending to kick me in the face bc i was not recording. sound check was really short and they didn’t take requests like they did in atlanta, i think bc yonghoon’s throat was hurting and he didn’t want to do more than he had to (fair). but the us tour is only half over so idk what he’s going to do

+ why does kang hyungu jump at every opportunity to tell dongmyeong he looks sexy. i understand but relax

anyway i’m so glad that i did this even though it felt really silly when i was making these plans. the 16 hour round trip wasn’t even that bad and nothing went wrong (unheard of in my experience driving to chicago) and it was so worth it

[lunar-years]

Roy’s been so obsessed with Jamie the whole time, actually. Keeley ‘s a little bit weird about him too.

- While flirting with Keeley in the press room, trying to get her to give him a second chance “Because I like you more than I hate him”

- Keeley being turned on by Jamie offering an inkling of vulnerability after showing up at her door

- “Every time I wanna kiss my girlfriend, I can’t stop thinking about Jamie fucking Tartt”

- In the middle of making out with Keeley, literally on top of her after he’s just walked in on her masturbating, “What did you tell the prince prick of all pricks about going back to Richmond?”

- Jamie thinking Roy and Keeley started dating just to make him jealous which. Well. Keeley technically had sex with Jamie to get back at Roy in Season 1

I’m probably missing some moments but They Are Just So Weird About Each Other. And in retrospect, the love triangle angle could’ve been done soooo much better. I hate that Jamie’s apology for the video leak is diminished when he tells Roy about it in the bar, but I do understand it shows their character regression and serves a greater purpose for Roy’s arc. And maybe it’s an unpopular opinion, but it would’ve been more interesting if Keeley and Jamie had sex after he apologized in S3 (although the hug was really sweet).

idk why but the way you worded it "Keeley's a little bit weird about him too" actually made me laugh out loud lmao. Thank you for that anon. I think Keeley ALSO being unhinged about Jamie is something that is underrated!

I think my favorite is the scene where Keeley masturbates to Roy's retirement presser because the whole thing is SO 'Jamie is the third person in the room right now even though he is not actually here in the room.' Like. Let's compile the Evidence in that scene alone:

Keeley's vulnerability kink is activated so hard by Jamie having traced her to her coffee shop to seek her advice specifically that she immediately goes home to have a wank about it. Except she can't wank to Jamie can she? That would be bad because she's In a Committed Relationship. So she pulls out her old reliable Roy vulnerability video to wank to that instead. (Already it's pretty crazy.)

But then Roy comes home and Keeley tells him how hot she finds him when he's vulnerable, suggests again he take a chance on the pundit job and then uses JAMIE AS THE COMPARISON. literally fully well knowing how Roy can Get about Jamie Tartt, she's on about 'Jamie is brave.' 'At least Jamie is trying to get better.' 'YOU'RE JUST LIKE JAMIE.' i mean, GIRL?? insane. this is all after being walked in on mid-wank mind you.

In midst of all that, let's queue up another super sexy roykeeley kiss. at this point the conversation has MOVED ON. only for roy to BRING JAMIE UP AGAIN. 'what did you tell the prince prick of all pricks?' WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW ROY. whyyy are you still thinking about him. unbidden. as you are right in the midst of foreplay with your girlfriend.

Insanity on all sides of the triangle ❤️

But all of your examples are spot on and I fully think the weirdness about one another started even before any of that and got FAR WEIRDER from s3 and beyond. For instance, Keeley in the season one bar scene openly getting turned on by Roy with Jamie right there... one could argue that she was already leaning towards trading in Jamie for a nicer model but frankly. I think girl was angling for a threesome even then. And good for her!

Keeley and Jamie sleeping together after he came to apologize would've been a MESS. I would love to read a fic of that!

Part of what is so fun to me about the three of them canonically ending the series single is that the possibilities and configurations for smooshing them all together remain endless. maybe they all three figured it out at the same time and got together in a very romantic and cute and non-angsty way. BUT. if you want to be messy. roykeeley or jamiekeeley or royjamie can get together first, and whichever one is left out can just absolutely without a doubt be Going Through It. Meanwhile things aren't going fully well for the couple, and it's far from bad but they still can't get it RIGHT because it still feels like something (hint: someone) is missing. The someone who is currently off to the side thinking they aren't good enough aren't lovable aren't ever going to be okay again but at least their favorite two people are happy :( without them :( :( glorious