#these are the first videos i go to when i’m bored or need cheering up i’m so serious

[belovedrm]

here. i live here. this is my happy place.

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Slutmas Day 6

Stressed & Insecure (Matt)

Request: None

Warnings: Mommy kink, talk of poor mental heath, angsty at first, Matt being insecure, talk of body dysmorphia, friends to lovers, cockwarming, oral, whiny Matt

“You’re such a good boy for letting mommy take care of you like this”

Matt’s pov

Everything sucks right now, I’m so busy with work, it’s taking up all of my time, and everything going on right now backs up to that. I was purely stressed from work originally, which I know might seem easy, but don’t be fooled because it’s not. We’ve had so many meetings for sponsored content, videos, guest appearances, and merch designing, on top of filming for our YouTube and the Podcast. I’m genuinely just drained, my anxiety is high, I can’t sleep, and I’m overall in a bad mood.

I know what you’re thinking, ‘why not just jack off?’ well that’s because I can’t. I guess with being stressed and overwhelmed by everything, my cock just won’t get hard. It probably doesn’t help that my body is constantly getting hated on because of my weight, it makes me really insecure and uncomfortable with myself and my body. I was sitting at my desk doing some more online work and it was pissing me off, I’m so frustrated! I’m just doing so much overthinking and it’s making me stressed, overwhelmed, and insecure.

Just as I threw my notebook across the room there was a small knock and Chris popped his head in. “Matt, are you alright? Do you need anything?” Chris asked, knowing I wasn’t in the best mental state. “I’m fine, I just want to be alone” I sighed back, “Are you still coming to Larray’s house with us tonight?” I completely forgot about that. Chris looked a bit disappointed by my answer but he understood, “Nah I’m just gonna stay here, ‘m stressed and overwhelmed right now so I won’t be any fun” I said before Chris closed the door.

That was my insecurities talking, I always found myself rather boring and unenthusiastic when I’m in these moods. It had been about an hour of trying to get hard and then sitting in my chair with my head in my hands. My door slowly creeped open and I immediately assumed it was Chris or Nick. “Get the fuck out of my room!” I yelled, turning around to be met with my best friends confused face. “I’m sorry, Chris said they were leaving and I should come keep you company because you’re having a bad day. I didn’t mean to make you upset” Y/n said quite nervously. I slammed my fist down on my desk before completely losing it, hot tears rolling down my face.

1 hour earlier

Y/n’s pov

I was at a nail appointment when I got a text message, I was already done with my fingers and in the chair for my toes.

iMessage start at 5:02pm

Chrisizzle🍊

bro are you busy

Y/n/n🪼

i’m getting my toes done rn

why

Chrisizzle🍊

at 5:30 me and nick are going to larray’s for the night

so i wanted to ask you a favor

yk how matt’s been kinda moody lately?

well today he’s really stressed and sad so he’s in a bad mood and i don’t want him to be alone tonight so can you head over afterwards and chill with him?

Y/n/n🪼

you literally just set up a playdate for your child lmao

but yeah i’ll go over there, i’ve missed my matty poo

Chrisizzle🍊

wow but you don’t miss me

that one hurt Y/n/n 🥲

anyways lmk when you get to our house bc we leave in 15

Y/n/n🪼

awe of course i miss you too sizzle 🤍

i’m abt to pay then I’ll head over

Chrisizzle🍊

don’t call me sizzle

*Y/n/n🪼 disliked this message*

iMessage ends at 5:37pm

The message had been from one of my best friends, Chris, he asked if I would go hang with his triplet bother, Matt, for tonight. I know he’s been getting a lot of hate about his attitude/weight and has been down the past 2 or 3 weeks, so I was hoping to cheer him up. I drove directly to the boys house after paying for my nails since I had a bunch of essentials over there and didn’t need anything from home.

I let myself in with my key and walked up to Matt’s room, which groans of frustration could be heard coming from. I lightly knocked before entering his room, as I was reclosing the door Matt yelled. “Get the fuck out of my room!” he said angrily, Matt’s never yelled at me before and he looked so pissed off that I got a little nervous.

I quickly replied with “I’m sorry, Chris said they were leaving and I should come keep you company because you’re having a bad day. I didn’t mean to make you upset” he looked at me for a second before I saw his face change to one of pain, hurt, and anxiety. Matt slammed his fist onto his desk yelling “Fuck!” before choking out into sobs.

His whole body was shaking and he slid out of his chair onto the floor, something he does when he’s really, really upset. I immediately ran over to sit next to him, wrapping my arms around his shaking figure. “I’m sorry! They hate me and I’m sorry!” he blurted out, causing me to be a bit confused as Matt’s hands desperately clung onto my shirt.

“It’s okay Matt, let it all out. You’re safe honey, I’ve got you-“ I was cut off by Matt pulling away from my shirt and basically screamed out in pain. “I don’t know what the fuck I did! Y/n, what’s wrong with me!? A-Am I not good enough!? I’m too skinny, I try to eat more but I can’t gain weight, I fucking hate my body! All I keep doing is disappointing everyone, Y/n I-I don-“ he started spiraling into a panic attack and I was worried, I have never seen Matt this bad before.

I didn’t know what else to do so I pushed past my own anxieties and kissed him. I cupped both of his cheeks and smashed our lips together, Matt was shocked at first so he didn’t kiss back but once he realized what was happening, he kissed back. I pulled away and Matt’s lips tried to chase mine before he opened his eye.

“W-What was that for?” he asked, a bit breathless from his previous breakdown. I suddenly felt shy so I looked down, “I uh- I didn’t know how else to get you to stop talking” I said, nervously playing with my fingers. “Oh, well thanks?” he said in a questioning tone, “Did you mean what you said about your body? Do you really think that?” I softly asked.

Matt groaned and stood up, offering me his hand, “I don’t want to talk about it but yes, I do hate my body” he mumbled as I too stood up. We made our way over to his bed and laid there in silence for a few minutes. I rolled over to my side facing Matt “Have you tried cumming?” I questioned quietly, “What!?” he rolled to face me as well, confused by what I just said.

“You know, because you’re stressed. I think I read somewhere that having an orgasm helps to relieve stress” Matt’s face was now painted red. He rolled over to be flat on his back again, “I’ve tried but I can’t get hard” he exhaled deeply. “Oh… I could try to help if you want” I offered, chewing on my nails, Matt turned to face me again, “Help.. me get… Help me get hard?” he questioned nervously.

We both had blush covering our faces at this point, “Yeah, then I can go chill in Nicks room and you can jerk off” I smiled shyly. “I mean that could work but I don’t want to be naked if you have clothes on” “You don’t have to be naked, you just have to trust me” “I-I trust you, how do we start though?” we conversed. I took a moment to think before asking, “Do you want to make out first, I know I’m like a lot bigger than you so I don’t know if it would be a problem for me to sit on your lap. Is it a problem?” I asked self-consciously as we both sat up.

Matt looked at me with an unamused look, “If that’s your way of making me feel worse about my body, it worked because your body is amazing” he huffed out, avoiding looking at me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way” I said with a sad smile, upset that I hurt Matts feelings. “I know you didn’t but my body is like the main reason I cant get hard. I don’t like looking at myself naked, it shows off too much of what’s wrong with me” he replied.

It was silent again for a few minute until I broke the silence again, “I think it’s hot” “What?” Matt looked at me confused. “Your body, I think it’s hot” I smirked, “You think so?” “I know so, don’t you ever notice me staring at you when you’re shirtless or only wearing your boxers?” I teased some more. “I haven’t noticed actually, however, I have noticed you’re not on my lap yet” Matt pouted, pulling me onto his lap.

I was about to say something but was cut off by Matt grabbing the side of my face/neck and pulled me into a sweet kiss that quickly turned needy. I pulled back for a second to catch my breath, “Shit, I’m sorry! I’m just so touch starved and crave physical affection. You were gonna say something?” he panicked. “It’s okay, I know that physical touch is your love language, it’s one of the things I like about you. I forgot what I was going to say but I can tell you I’ll kiss you again” I giggled.

With that, Matt pulled my face to his again and this time the kiss was soft, yet also rough and needy. I had my hands wrapped around Matt’s neck, but his laid awkwardly at his sides, almost as if he’s scared to touch me. I pulled back from the kiss to grab his wrist and mumbled something against his lips. “You can touch me you know” I smirked as I placed Matt’s hands on my waist and went back to kissing him.

Matt’s hands quickly slid down and tightly gripped onto my hips, slowly starting to rock me back and forth. I started feeling his cock get hard and once I could tell he was fully hard, I stopped everything which caused Matt to let out a displeased whine. “Mmh why’d you stop?” he pouted, “Because you’re hard now, which means it’s my queue to leave” I said while trying to get up.

Matt held my hips down and begged, “Please don’t go! I-I don’t think I’ll be able to make myself cum, me being alone with my naked body sounds like a bad dream” he sighed. Piggybacking off what was just said he added, “W-Would you please m-make me feel good? I’ll let you have your way with me as long as it’s not super rough because I’m not in the mood for that” his eyes got a shade or two darker.

“Yeah, I can give you head if you want or you can sit back, relax and enjoy the full sub treatment” “Does the full sub treatment include sex? Because I’ve never been the submissive one before, I uh usually do doggy so my body isn’t seen as much. I’ve never even had a chick ride me before but you being on top sounds really hot, we don’t to have sex by the way, I was just saying if you wanted to I’m down” Matt confessed.

“If you stop talking about sex with other women, you have a deal. I might keep my shirt on though” I replied as I started slowly rocking my hips again. Matt’s grip on my waist tightened and he thrusted his hips up, his hard-on pressing against my clit so nicely that I let out a small, quiet moan. His eyes grew even darker after that, “No you will not. I wanna see your beautiful belly, I just know it’s gonna turn me on so much more” he instructed me.

I blushed and nodded, “Okay then handsome, just lay back and let me do all the work, tonight is all about you” I said, watching him nod before my lips were on his. I slid my tongue across his bottom lip, silently asking for access to his mouth which was quickly granted. He had a bit of trouble giving up control over the kiss at first but once I started trailing my kisses down his throat, he finally gave up on trying to win.

Matt’s pov

After Y/n had dominated the kiss, we made out for a bit before she started kissing down my neck. Once she reached the collar of my shit, she stopped and stood up to unbutton her pants. “If you really want me to make you feel good, take your pants off for me” she said seductively as she pulled off her own baggy jeans. I followed her directions and pulled my sweats off before grabbing her hand and leading her to sit on my lap again.

Y/n sat on my lap again before taking off her shirt, leaving her in a black lacy bra with matching panties. “Fuck… you look so goddamn beautiful” I said while looking into her eyes, my hands running up her thighs. “Mmm, thank you handsome. Can I take your shirt off?” she smiled, placing a short but sweet kiss to my lips, “You can do whatever you want to me” I panted, already being completely whipped for her.

She took my shirt off before whispering in my ear, “You’re such a good boy for letting mommy taking care of you like this” as I helped her get my pants and boxers off. “Such a pretty cock Matty. You gonna let me make you feel good?” Y/n teased, making me squirm a bit. “Please! Please just make me cum!” I pathetically begged as I watched her hand slowly move up and down my cock.

Y/n’s pov

“Anything for my sweet boy. Now tell me what it is that you want baby” I asked softly, loving how fucked out he looked already. “Want your mouth please mommy! Want you to ride me after!” Matt confessed all whiny and desperate, and who was I to deny him that? Without a word, I nodded before bring his tip into my mouth, loving the whimper he let out, “Yeah j-just like that, fuck!” he groaned as I swirled my tongue around his tip.

After teasing Matt a little bit, I decided to fully take him into my mouth, almost immediately deepthroating his cock. “Holy shit mommy! You’re so good at this! I won’t last long!” he cried out, bucking his hips up when I hummed against him. I continued doing this for a few more minutes when I felt Matt start to twitch in my mouth, his lower abdomen contacting as well.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum— shit!” he whimpered as his hips thrusted upward and his left hand came down to hold my head in place. His right hand was pulling at his own hair as he shout a huge load into my mouth, so much that it was literally dripping out of the corners of my mouth. As I came up for air, I wiped the corners of my mouth to clean up the spilled cum and then licked it off.

“Did that feel good Matty? You were such a good boy” I smile as I placed a sweet kiss to his lips. “More! I-I need more! Y/n please, I need you to ride me. I’m so fucking hard still, I need to drain my balls in you” Matt begged me. “So needed aren’t we?” “Yes, please I need you” Matt nearly yelled with tears in his eyes. “Okay, okay, calm down sweet boy. You’ll get what you want, just be patient” I spoke softly as I pulled off my panties and unhooked my bra.

Matts hands immediately went down to my ass, staring up at me with a look of desperation. “Are you gonna be a good boy?” “Very good!” I smiled as I slowly sunk down on his cock, trying to adjust to how long and thick it was. “S-So tight mommy! So f-fucking tight!” Matt whimpered out as I started to move up and down with the help of him. Both of us were moaning quite loudly as I started to move faster, pulling his hair in the process.

“Such a good boy Matty, making mommy feel so good with your big cock!” “W-Want you to cum. Wanna f-fill you up” Matt grunted as he started bucking his hips up into me at a fast pace. We were both very close and with one more thrust that hit my g-spot perfectly, I was cumming on his cock. “Fuck Matt, I’m cumming. Oh god— cum for me baby!” I cried as I rode through my orgasm, starting to slightly overstimulated but wanting Matt to cum.

With a loud whiny growl, Matt came inside of me, this load was equally as big as the one from earlier, instantly dripping down his balls. “Holy shit— I love you, and I’m not just saying that because you gave me the most mind blowing orgasm ever. I genuinely love you Y/n” Matt confess as he started to rub my back. “I love you too Matt, I mean it” I smiled as I placed a soft kiss to his lips “Don’t get off, cockwarm me all night please” he sweetly asked.

I agreed and we got situated so we could lay down, Matt turning off his bedside lamp in the process. “Tomorrow, I’m gonna take you on the best date of your life, but for now, goodnight pretty lady” “Goodnight Matt, I love you” I mumbled into his neck, feeling the sleep take over my body. “I love you too, and thank you for tonight. Now get some rest baby” was the final thing to be said before we drifted off to sleep.

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The Lark Ascending (A Chaconne Story): Chapter 2 (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

Summary: Ahead of your first rehearsal with the Los Angeles Symphony, you become reacquainted with Maestra Agatha Harkness.

Word Count: 4.6K

A/N: Helllooo, welcome to chapter 2 of The Lark Ascending! This chapter features a very, very special piece that I strongly recommend giving a listen, I'll link an earlier post with the video. I'm going to try to do updates around every 2-3 weeks but it will sadly depend on my schedule. I'd also like to give a special shoutout to 🫂 anon, who told me of an idea they had of Agatha using her baton to secure her hair back. Thank you, thank you, thank you for the inspiration, I hope I did your idea justice. As always I hope you enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think :)

Danzón No. 2

Previous Chapter

The head of marketing for the orchestra, Pepper Potts, motioned to the promotional materials laid out in front of you. “So what do you think?” 

Squinting, you tilted your head to look at it from a different angle, taking it all in. They were certainly…interesting. Your face had been blown up on all of them, some featured you holding or playing your violin. 

“Um….” You trailed off, trying to keep your tone cheerful. “Well, they’re a little different from what I was expecting, but they look nice.”

The last time you spoke with Pepper, you had explained how you were more interested in focusing on the music than yourself, you had even brainstormed on a few different campaign ideas. At the time you thought it had been a productive conversation. 

“I know they’re not what we originally discussed, but we’ve found that interest groups respond better to a face, or rather, the face of what we’re trying to promote,” Pepper explained, laying out a few different options in front of you. “As our newest artist in residence, you are the face, the center focus. We’ve been trying to appeal to a wider audience, as well as a younger audience. This is the perfect way to accomplish it.”

“What she means to say is, your original idea was boring. But she’s too professional to say that, isn’t that right, Pepper?” Tony chimed in from where he was sitting on the opposite side of the room, scrolling through his phone. 

Pepper let out an exasperated sigh, shooting Tony a glare. “That is not right, Tony.” She gave you an apologetic smile, something she appeared to be used to doing. “Just ignore him. Everyone else does.”

Tony checked the time on his watch, before turning his attention back to you. “If we could wrap this up in a few, is there anything else we need to cover?”

Pepper glanced at her tablet, shaking her head. “We’ve gone over everything as far as marketing is concerned.”

“Fantastic,” Tony said, standing up, stretching his legs out. “Let’s get those materials finalized before next week’s Donor Gala.” As he began walking to his desk, he paused, snapping his fingers. “See if we can get Harkness to conduct something? Something more modern, maybe, but not funky Glass modern. The donors will love that. She’s so much more entertaining to watch than Strange.”

“Well that’s not too difficult to accomplish when the man conducts like he’s performing surgery,” Agatha drawled out, and you jumped at the sound of her voice. 

The door to Tony’s office was now wide open as Agatha came strolling in, followed closely by Tony’s assistant.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. I told her you were still in a meeting,” the woman profusely apologized, giving Agatha a terrified glance before adding, “but she wouldn’t listen.”

Tony waved off the apology, clearly unphased by Agatha’s behavior. “It’s fine, Sharon. Maestra! Please, come in. I hope you’ve found everything to your liking?”

“You know me, Tony, I’m not particularly picky,” Agatha replied, enunciating every last syllable as she gave you a simmering glance that resulted in you blushing and looking down at your feet. “But I must say, I’m rather enjoying my time so far.”

“Have you met our artist in residence?” Tony prompted, and you suddenly realized he had no idea of your history with the conductor. “Peps, why don’t we get a photo of the three of us for socials? Ask that one intern for a caption, she’s pretty clever. Kamala, I think?”

Pepper sighed in defeat, fishing around for her camera. “Don’t call it socials, Tony.”

Tony then turned his attention to you, as you finally broke the rather intense staring match with Agatha. “Y/N? Have you had the pleasure of meeting the Maestra?” 

Oh have you ever, you thought to yourself. Agatha merely smirked, arching an eyebrow as you stammered for a moment. “I, um, you know it’s funny you mention that, actually. I used to work for her.”

Both Tony and Pepper appeared to be equally surprised with that revelation, and the CFO’s face lit up. “You’re kidding. What a small world!”

“Y/N was my assistant a few years ago, right before she moved to Vienna,” Agatha interjected, still gazing at you with a look you couldn’t decipher. “I’ve been…quite proud of her accomplishments since.”

She was proud of your accomplishments? You knew she apparently watched a video of one of your last performances; you were curious if she had seen anything else (while also wondering why she never bothered to reach out). 

“Rather high praise coming from you, Maestra,” Tony said, folding his hands across his chest as he leaned against his desk.

“Well I wouldn’t have been able to have done any of it without Agatha,” you insisted, various memories of late night practice sessions with the conductor rushing back in nostalgic flashes. “She mentored me while I was still her assistant. She always believed in me, sometimes even more than I believed in myself.”

Tony nodded, and you watched him silently brainstorm as an idea hit him. “That’s it. The Maestra and her protegee. Who wouldn’t want to see a series of concerts with one of the most beloved conductors and her former mentee turned rising soloist? Pepper?”

Pepper was already typing on her tablet, nodding along to Tony’s words. “Already on it. I’ll book a shoot for promotional materials, and we’ll have the press release ready by the end of the week.”

Tony folded his hands together, grinning as he looked back and forth between you and Agatha. “Outstanding. What a lucky coincidence you happened to be in LA, Maestra.”

What a lucky coincidence indeed, you agreed, giving Agatha a curious look. The conductor shrugged her shoulders, her usual poker face hiding whatever emotion she was feeling. “What can I say, it must have been fate.”

Tony started rambling on to Pepper about various ideas for both the Donors Gala and marketing, all whilst you found yourself getting lost once more in the enigma that was Agatha Harkness.

Eventually, you found yourself back in the concert hall right before the start of that evening’s rehearsal. The meeting with Tony had been rather successful, even if your obligations now included doing a handful of press and events with Agatha. How the conductor felt on that subject matter was a mystery to you, as she remained uncharacteristically quiet the entire time, offering only the occasional sarcastic, witty comment whenever Tony suggested something particularly outlandish. 

Now, as you walked with your violin case in hand, you once again thought about being reunited with Agatha after all this time, as it forced you to think about your feelings for the conductor. Even after all this time, it felt as though a large part of your heart was reserved solely for her, and you weren’t entirely sure what to do with that information. Agatha wasn’t exactly the most open individual, and last time you nearly had to wrestle her feelings out of her. Plus, who’s to say she even feels the same way- you knew a lot could change in five years. 

As usual, you were getting ahead of yourself. Right now, you just need to focus on getting through your first rehearsal, and worry about your relationship with Agatha later.

You greeted a few musicians you passed, and you nearly froze as you saw someone very familiar waving at you. Standing in the front row with her violin case was your friend and formed stand partner, Monica Rambeau. You stayed in touch with the violinist after you moved to Vienna, but she never mentioned coming to LA. Running up to her, you set your violin down before embracing her in a hug, fully in disbelief she was here. 

“Monica, what are you doing here?” You breathed out, grinning at your friend who smiled back at you.

“The MSO is off for the summer while they remodel the symphony building, so a few of us are filling in out here for the season,” Monica explained, and it was then that you noticed one of the MSO flutists, Dottie and the principal cellist, Hope, up on stage.

“Dottie certainly looks happy,” you noted, watching the flutist enthusiastically chat with a few members of the orchestra on the stage. 

“I think she’s looking forward to having a break from Harkness,” Monica admitted, taking a quick glance around to make sure no one else was listening before adding, “not that Maestra was even around for the majority of the season to terrorize her.”

You felt a twinge of pity at the mention of that. Poor Dottie. Agatha did seem to get some sadistic form of pleasure from tormenting her. But it was the latter part of Monica’s sentence that caught your attention, and you gave her a curious glance. “What do you mean she wasn’t around for the majority of the season?” 

Although you and Monica had stayed in touch over the past few years, you made a point to never ask about Agatha. While Monica never knew about your relationship with the conductor, she at least knew not to bring her up whenever you talked.

Monica shrugged, grabbing her sheet music from her bag. “She was traveling a lot this year, and missed a lot of rehearsals. You know how she gets. Anytime someone would ask where she was, she would change the subject and find someone new to pick on.”

It didn’t take much effort for you to picture that particular scenario. “That certainly sounds like Agatha.”

“A few people think she’s looking for a job with a different orchestra,” Monica quietly told you. “But between you and me, I think she’s seeing someone.”

You froze in place, choosing your next words carefully. “Seeing someone? Why would you think that?”

“She seemed different whenever she’d come back,” Monica explained as she gently grabbed her violin from its case. “Happier, or as happy as she can be, I guess.”

You fell silent at that, trying to keep your facial expression neutral. Was Agatha dating someone? Was it serious? Is that why she came to LA? The questions began to pile on in your brain, the biggest of all being why did you even care?

As if Monica sensed your discomfort, she changed the subject. “So, have you met Strange yet? I’ve heard he’s pretty straight-laced during rehearsals.”

Strange? Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the question, until you remembered you never told Monica the news of the change in music directors. 

Clearing your throat, you nervously bit your lip. “Actually, Monica, I should have mentioned this earlier, but Stephen isn’t conducting-”

The all too familiar sound of clapping rang out from the entrance of the hall, cutting you off as everyone turned their attention to the noise, and you were unsurprised to hear frantic whispering at the sight of Tony Stark eagerly conversing with a brooding Agatha Harkness.

The conductor had changed from the outfit you last saw her in earlier that day, opting for a pair of black dress slacks and a violet button down. Her dark brown hair messily fell over her shoulders. In one hand she lightly grasped her baton, while a few music scores were held by the other. 

“Orchestra!” Tony called out, motioning for everyone to gather around him as he walked to the center of the stage. “Unfortunately, Maestro Strange will be taking a personal leave of absence for the duration of our summer season. But I’m very pleased to announce our interim conductor will be none other than Agatha Harkness. She’ll be taking over for the time being, so any questions or concerns are to be directed to her.”

From where you were standing, you watched Dottie’s face turn a sickeningly pale shade of white as Tony went on about what a fantastic marketing opportunity this was for the orchestra. 

“I’m going to turn it over to you now, Maestra. I think you’ll be pleased to see a few members from your orchestra are filling in for the summer,” Tony informed Agatha with a grin, giving her a final handshake before exiting through the side stage doors. 

Agatha leisurely strolled to stand on the podium, her music dropping down with a loud thud as she twirled the baton between her fingers. “Good evening, orchestra. I understand all of you on the West Coast tend to enjoy your relaxed, Erewhon smoothie drinking, sandal wearing, kumbaya lifestyles, but I have a lot to get through tonight. So, I would like to formally invite those of you not on stage to please grace the rest of us with your presence.”

“Sorry, I should have told you sooner,” you whispered apologetically as Monica stared in disbelief at the sight of the conductor. “She ambushed me earlier when I was practicing.”

“It’s fine,” Monica insisted, carefully managing to hold her violin and bow with one hand, while grasping her music with the other. “I’ll see you after rehearsal, good luck!”

While the rest of the orchestra filed on stage, quickly taking their seats, Agatha's eyes scanned the rows of musicians until she stopped, fixating on the empty chair directly to her left. “I see we’re missing our concertmaster? What a pity.”

As you settled in a seat towards the front of the hall, you noticed Dottie squirming uncomfortably in her seat. Unfortunately, Agatha also took notice, and you watched her shark tooth grin widen. “Dottie, I must say I’m rather surprised to see you. I don’t know if I should be more flattered or alarmed, are you stalking me now?”

A strikingly tall woman with jet black hair suddenly appeared out of nowhere, taking a seat next to you, as she gently opened a violin case on her lap. “She’s certainly something, isn’t she?” 

Cocking your head to the side, you frowned. “Who?” 

The woman nodded to the stage, where Agatha was still berating an increasingly embarrassed Dottie. “Harkness, she’s a bit of a wild one. Quite different from our usual Maestro.”

You nodded, watching as the mysterious woman applied a generous amount of rosin to her bow, before carefully placing her now empty case under the seat. “She’s definitely one of a kind. I don’t think we’ve met before, I’m Y/N.”

“Oh, I know who you are,” the woman quipped, a knowing smirk on her lips as she stood up. “Our esteemed artist in residence. I caught your performance with the Boston Philharmonic last winter. Your interpretation of Mendelssohn was…surprisingly tasteful.”

You weren’t sure if she was insulting or praising you, but you chose to believe the latter, offering her a polite smile. “Thanks, and you are?”

“Hela Odinson,” the woman introduced herself as she towered over you, giving your shoulder a brief squeeze before she turned away, adding, “now if you’ll excuse me, I have an orchestra to tune.”

Sauntering on stage, Hela cordially nodded to a few of the violinists who said hello to her, making her way to her seat at the front of the section.

It appeared Agatha also noticed the late arrival, as had she paused her verbal rant, curiously eyeing the violinist. “Nice of you to join us, Odinson. I see time management still isn’t one of your strong suits.”

“Well we can’t all be deranged tyrants, Maestra,” Hela playfully fired back, settling in her seat as she placed her bow on the stand, using her free hand to adjust her shoulder rest. “Some of us don’t feel the need to adhere to strict schedules.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Dottie nearly fall out of her chair at Hela’s comment.

Rolling her eyes, Agatha’s grip on her baton tightened, eyes narrowing. “It’s always such a treat to speak with you, Hela.” Tapping her baton on the stand, she waited for the side chatter to stop. “Orchestra, your revered Mr. Stark has requested our presence at next week’s Donor Gala. So, we’ll be switching up our rehearsal schedule. We’re starting with Márquez.”

Dropping her baton on the stand, she stalked off the stage as the orchestra began to tune, the sound of winds, brass, and strings filling the hall, making her way to where you were sitting. 

“I thought you said Stephen was sick,” you reminded the conductor as she approached you.

“A personal leave of absence is just that, dear, personal,” Agatha waved off your concern, “I promise it’s nothing for you to worry your pretty little head over.”

She looked at you and for just a moment it felt like nothing had changed, as if you were still her assistant and you hadn’t spent the past five years apart. You used to love sitting in on rehearsals, always eager for any excuse you could to watch Agatha conduct. Although you’d never willingly admit it, heaven knows her ego didn’t need it, you failed to find a conductor you enjoyed working with as much as Agatha. While most conductors shared the same stubborn, prideful qualities, there was no one quite like Maestra Agatha Harkness. 

But, as quickly as the bittersweet feeling came over you, it was gone again, and you were left with the reminder of how much changed, how much you’ve changed. Leaving you to wonder if Agatha has changed much too?

Taking a step closer to you, the conductor pursed her lips, humming to get your attention. “Did you hear a single word I just said?” The guilty expression on your face gave you away, and Agatha sighed. “I hate to do this, but I need to cut Vaughn-Williams today. You know classically trained musicians have difficulty with more…wild rhythms. I’ll need the rehearsal time to run the Márquez to beat every single last syncopated rhythm into their thick skulls.”

“It’s fine,” you insisted, and you should use the extra time to rehearse other music for the Gala, but you felt something urging you to do something else entirely. “If it’s alright with you, I’d like to stay and listen? It’s been a few years since I last played Danzón, I’d love to hear it.”

As if she was somehow expecting you to say that, she smirked. “It’s funny you mention that, because I’m short a violinist today. I know you’re a hot shot soloist now, and I’m sure this is beneath you, but why don’t you sit in with them.”

It wasn’t a question as much as a demand, but you didn’t mind. You never did when it was coming from Agatha.

“I wouldn’t say it’s beneath me, but of course, Maestra. I’d be honored,” you accepted, turning to grab your violin from its case, and your expression fell as you saw a distraught Dottie slouching in her seat. “Hey, maybe you could try to take it easy on Dottie? She really isn’t that bad, you know.”

The once familiar scent of the conductor’s perfume, subtle hints of violet, jasmine, and sandalwood, overtook your senses as she took yet another step closer to you. “I know my memory isn’t what it used to be, but I seem to recall you used to enjoy being beneath me, hm?”

Of course she brought up the memory comment you made earlier, knowing the conductor she would torture you with it for all of eternity. You felt your face grow hot as you blushed, before remembering where you were. “Agatha…”

“Besides, I thought you liked how mean I was,” the conductor murmured, in reference to your comment on Dottie, as she stood far too close to you for far too long. “This is my orchestra after all, at least for the next few months.”

Agatha gave you an absolutely filthy wink, heading back to the podium. Raising her baton, she tapped the stand to signal for the orchestra to pay attention. “We’ll be joined by our summer artist in residence, Y/N, for the rest of rehearsal.” 

She paused as the orchestra broke out into a brief round of applause, and you dared to think she looked pleased at that reaction. After a few seconds she waved her hands to cut them off. “From the top, please.”

You were thrilled to find the open chair was next to Monica, and you grinned wildly. “It’s like I’m having deja vu.”

“I know, right. I’ve gotta say, Maestra seems happier than I’ve seen in a while,” Monica said coyly, giving you an inquisitive look. 

“What?” You whispered, wondering what she was implying. Surely Agatha’s good mood had nothing to do with you, there were a few things that occasionally made her happy. She always appeared happier after picking on Dottie, for example, or when one of the interns got fired. 

“Oh, nothing,” Monica innocently replied, getting the music ready. 

Agatha raised her baton, and the room fell silent in anticipation of her downbeat. Then it began, as her hands masterfully began to conduct, cueing in the solo clarinet, piano, and then oboe with a swish of her baton. You loved almost every piece of music you ever performed, but your heart always held a special spot for Danzón No. 2. Filled with sultry and exquisite melodies, it had several different tempo changes that required you to keep your eyes locked on the conductor. In this case, you had no difficulty doing that, as Agatha Harkness was the most engaging conductor you had ever met. 

You were always surprised at how well she was able to connect with any piece and make it her own, with every flourish of her baton and wave of her hands, it was as if she was the one composing the musical masterpiece herself. Danzón No. 2 was no exception, you realized, mesmerized at the sight of Agatha in her element after so long. There was a tempo change shortly after the start of the piece, and the conductor increased the speed of her baton, urging the orchestra to follow her with little difficulty. This was a particularly fun run to play as a violinist, and you allowed your muscle memory to guide you through the familiar rhythms and notes, as it had been a few years since you had last played it, bow moving in unison with the rest of the first violin section. 

As much as you loved being a soloist, there were few things that could compare to the feeling of playing in the violin section. Mastering difficult passages while your fingers moved completely in sync, counting every rest until you were cued back in, it was a special, tingly, heartwarming feeling that you hadn’t realized you had missed until now. 

One of your favorite sections of this piece was the violin solo, and you watched Agatha cue Hela in. The concertmaster was, unsurprisingly, extremely talented, as she used an impressive amount of vibrato on all of her notes, ringing out through the hall. It was a slow, seductive melody, and every shift of her fingers was exaggerated to draw out the intended luscious sound. As you counted the rests until the rest of the section came back in, you couldn’t help but notice the prolonged eye contact between the conductor and the concertmaster. You then thought back to their brief exchange at the start of rehearsal. Did they know each other? Is Hela the reason why Agatha seemed so happy?

The solo came to an end as Hela played her final note, and as Agatha cued the rest of the section back in, she did something you had never seen before. Using the hand not holding her baton, she pulled her hair back, twisting it into a bun before securing it with her baton. Both hands now free, the conductor took more freedom with the slower tempo, leading the orchestra through the gorgeous melody. As the strings took over, Agatha exaggerated her conducting pattern to encourage the orchestra to grow in sound. Closing her eyes to truly feel the beat, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away, completely content with watching her in all her beauty.

Her eyes opened, suddenly, and they landed on you, her lips twisted upwards to form a rare, but genuine, smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, you had missed this; had missed her. You never stopped missing her. The moment was broken all too soon, as the next tempo change was approaching, and the strings went back to the background syncopated rhythm, Agatha beat out the faster tempo with her hands, baton remaining in her hair. It continued on, with the brass leading the rest of the ensemble to the home stretch, as the violinists did another run up the fingerboard. 

Embracing her dramatic flair, the conductor whipped the baton back out, her hair flying every which way as she furiously laid out the last tempo change, and the orchestra followed suit. A final piccolo and piano duet played out as the brass accompanied, and you were pleased that Agatha wasn’t glaring at Dotite at all. The rest of the piece was a colorful, loud blend of syncopated rhythms and passages filled with scales that were embellished, pushing the orchestra forward with every measure, unrelenting until they reached the ending. Agatha conducted the last beat with a final twirl of her hands, effectively cutting the orchestra off.

“That wasn’t half bad,” Agatha offered, flipping back through her score and making half scribbled notes with her pencil. “If we could go back to the beginning, I need to hear more of the oboe when they come in, so strings make sure you stay below that.” She turned another page back, making a huge circle, “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, and Dottie I need you not to fall over, but that wasn’t terrible. I need more piccolo, so play out more…please.”

From where you were sitting, you noticed the MSO cellist, Hope, raise her eyebrows almost comically high from shock, and Monica stifled a gasp. Craning your neck, you watched Dottie nearly fall out of her chair once more, and you were happy for her. You knew Agatha meant well, in most cases, but sometimes she could take things a bit too far. 

In the back of your mind you were still wondering if she had something to do with Stephen’s sudden personal leave of absence, but when you looked back to the podium, those thoughts were swept aside as the woman who occupied nearly all your thoughts was looking at you expectantly, her baton lowered. She didn’t give Dottie a half-compliment because of you, did she? 

Her hair was still flying all over, as it was even more uncontrollable than normal, and you could make out the beads of sweat on her forehead from the effort of conducting such a fast-paced, intense piece. A rather intrusive thought popped in your head as you stared, reminding you the last time you had seen the conductor that out of breath and glistening with sweat was when you were naked in her bed with her fingers curling inside you as she counted how many times she could make you come. 

No, you could not reminisce on those particular memories now, you thought as you tried to keep the blush from spreading on your cheeks.

It hit you full force, for what felt like the millionth time, how much you had missed Agatha Harkness. But here she was, in all her glory, looking at you for some sort of response and all you could do was stare dumbly at her, trying to wordlessly convey every thought, every feeling you had bottled up for the past five years. 

“Thank you,” you mouthed to Agatha, grateful if she had indeed listened to you.

Finally raising her baton, Agatha gave you a wink, another one of those special, rare smiles on her face. “Let’s take it from the top!”

[lady-daydream]

Our Life Headcanons/Imagine: How They Deal With Being Sick.

Cove Holden:

Due to both Cliff’s, and then retroactively, Cove’s active lifestyle as well as Cliff’s habit of cooking from scratch plus adding that they live close to the coast. Cove doesn’t get sick very often. Or if he does, he doesn’t react noticeably to it. This means that when he gets ill. It’s normally a pretty strong illness. Cove has a pretty high pain tolerance, and he is the type of person to say ‘ow’ more out of shock than out of pain when he bumped or hits something. As such aches and pains he finds more annoying than difficult. However, he hates the groggy feeling of cloudiness he gets when ill. Normally he will try and sweat it out with spicy food or exercise. But most of the people in Cove’s life normally end up suggesting, or if it is Elizabeth or Kyra it becomes pressuring him to rest. If Cove is being stubborn, they find out that booking a fun activity somewhere for when he felt better normally distracted him long enough for him to forget he shouldn’t be doing anything. He likes cuddles when he’s ill and sometimes forgets that this can cause M/C to be ill as well. So, it normally ends up with both of them getting sick at the same time.

If M/C falls ill however and he’s not sick. He doesn’t like not being able to help so isn’t great verbally at soothing further than ‘I’m sorry – I know this sucks, I’m here for you’. But he shows he cares by distracting them. Or setting up a video call if M/C is in a social mood with friends and family if they are far away so they don’t feel so lonely. He doesn’t mind giving supportive hugs and a few sneaky kisses to M/C, (Much to M/C’s protest at the risk of getting sick), but he just argues he could get sick anyway so why not get a few kisses out of it before he does. If Cliff catches ear that M/C was sick, he normally sends a check-up text, and if he is close enough to be able to do so – he will send food over. If he doesnt hear from the grape-vine, he normally ends up hearing from Cove himself since he is the first-person Cove texts if he’s uncertain if something is wrong or if something M/C does while sick is something to worry about, or if it’s just a side effect of the bug. And if M/C ever needs to go to a GP or The doctors,he never judges if M/C is stressed or scared or needed him there to support, he’s happily holding M/C hand the whole way or waiting outside even if the doctors makes him slightly anxious himself due to the accident that happened when he was younger. 

Derek Suarez:

Derek got sick a lot as a kid. Not intentionally, but due to his two brothers all going to different schools and being in different years, if one person in the household got sick. Everyone got sick. He hates being sick cause he gets fidgety and bored from the lack of energy and ability to move about or being able to do much really. But he doesn’t like seeing other people ill also. This meant he was the first to organise a group activity for Jorge and Nico if all three of them were sick to cheer them up, as well as helping his parents when he could see them slightly stressed from looking after three ill kids. This however led to Derek hiding his illness unless he physically couldn’t from his perceptive parents. So, when he is ill, he may not ask for help, feeling guilty for getting ill. However, as he got older he found his immune system was quite strong so he didn’t find himself ill often. He is always touched when M/C offers to help or look after him when he is ill, even if he takes some persuading from the people that care about him to let them help him get better. His parents like to joke that the brother must be linked because no matter how far apart, the three brothers always seem to get ill around the same time. This leads to a lot of joking phone calls trying to find out which brother is to blame for ‘getting them all sick’.

If M/C ever got ill, he is the first person to notice and is quick to offer help. From the mix of his sports experience, getting sick a lot while young, as well as suffering through rather bad growing pains after he hit 14 till turning 18, he always seems to have painkillers around as well as heating pads or hot water bottles. His strength lay in actually helping cure the sickness and its side effects. He generally isn’t that queasy around vomit, leading to him with either a bowl/bucket or if not a supportive back rub if M/C has a particularly nasty bug or illness as well as being strong enough to offer to piggyback or carry them to bed if its needed. But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be the first person to offer mental and emotional support alongside it. He normally ends up joking with you throughout the whole period M/C is ill if they are in the mood to stomach it. If not, he is always happy to give hugs not caring if he gets ill, saying he’s too buff to get ill, forcing a laugh or smile from M/C with a strongman pose. If they aren’t too sensitive to light or noise, he will offer to put on whatever M/C would like to watch, if M/C doesn’t pick something and lets him decide he will pick a movie he knows M/C likes regardless, asking them questions when they seem interested above the movie in order to distract M/C into info-dumping about it. However, due to his vigilance at helping M/C, if things start looking like they are getting worse he normally ends up anxiously double-checking M/C’s temperature or making sure they are intaking enough fluids and food. He is more than willing to take M/C to a GP or the Doctors the minute things are looking bad. If M/C is stubborn he is not beyond carrying them to the car and driving them or just using bribery. He’d rather have M/C be mad at him than them getting seriously sick. But he does always follow up on his bribery so M/C, though mad, does normally end up getting whatever food or treat they want afterward.

Baxter Ward:

If there is one thing Baxter doesn’t like. It’s not being able to work. As such, he hates more than anything being sick. The problem that peoples face with Baxter being sick is that he will hide it until it’s impossible to hide it anymore. He will do anything to continue going on like normal. Tired? down some coffee or work from home. Headache? Wear some sunglasses and listen to some white noise. Sneezing or coughing? Downplay it as a simple cold or hay fever. So, M/C has to be just as sneaky. If they are snuggling and he falls asleep, M/C will test his forehead for a temperature and always carry cough sweets, hay fever tablets, and sunglasses just in case to see if he reacts. After some investigation, and a lot of downplaying on Baxter’s end, he normally comes clean and states he’s a ‘light unwell’. Then comes the next battle. This being actually looking after him. He hates feeling like Mc is ‘wasting’ their time or going out of their way. Constantly apologizing no matter how small the act is that M/C does. However, he appreciates its immensely. He feels ashamed that he isn’t able to deal with the sickness alone, arguing in his own head that adults can look after themselves. M/C reminding them that their Mum’s look after each other whenever they are ill, detailing a time M/C remembers their Mom made chicken soup, homemade orange juice for their Ma when they came home from work with tonsillitis. Normally retelling this makes Baxter chuckle, making him mutter something about ‘some orange juice might be nice, and maybe some comfort would help him get back to work quicker’. But once Baxter starts feeling comfortable and lets up his stubborn walls, he admits that he enjoys M/C comfort. M/C is more than happy to offer head massages, getting as many cold compresses as possible when he needs them, getting him food and just making sure he was taking his medication when he needed.

Meanwhile, though he ignores his own illnesses. If anyone he cares about someone. He will go above and beyond to help them. When they were younger, he would normally find out either from Cove or from knocking on M/C door to have their parents explain that M/C is ill. It would take him long to make his way to town after asking M/C parents if they need anything and picking more than enough supplies to find something to cheer them up. Normally if the illness is bad enough that the M/C cannot text or move about, he will just leave a note with the supplies. Then when they see them later on in the week, he will always ask how they are normally with M/C smiling at their cute note.

However, as Baxter got older, though he became a bit more isolated he still did check in on his co-workers. If he notices someone has been gone for a couple of days, he’ll text them a kind message to see how they are. If they are ill, he will find a small gift – either tea, coffee, or a small snack to leave on their desk with a ‘hope you are well’. If when M/C mentions they are not well, Baxter is happy to take some time off, if possible, to look after them if they would like. If M/C is unwell enough that they are stuck in bed, Baker would recall the story M/C shared about their Mum’s, and a drowsy M/C might walk into the kitchen to find Baxter shirt sleeves rolled up, a YouTube video playing at the lowest volume as to not waking M/C up, all while a tasty soup cooking on the stove.

[ohsc]

fave song on each album?

i’m taking this as each taylor swift album but AAAH I LOVE THIS QUESTION i could yap about music forever ESPECIALLY taylor swift

for debut it’s probably a perfectly good heart!! mary’s song is SUCH a close second for the storytelling and just how perfect it is but i’ve always adored apgh i LOVE songs that have such a pretty outro, i love the way it sounds and her vocals and ugh debut is so underrated. i honestly think i’m more excited for taylor swift tv over reputation tv, i can’t wait to hear the difference in her vocals over the two albums!!

for fearless it’s bye bye baby!! i have NEVER seen anybody rank it as their top song or even their top fearless song it’s SO underrated i am so so so insanely in love with the instrumental, the lyrics are BEAUTIFUL her vocals are on point it’s SO perfect but i’m more than happy to keep it as a little gem for myself 🫶 i NEED her to play it before the end of the eras tour or i’ll need some kind of reparations

for speak now it’s TIMELESS!!!! i remember sitting and listening to speak now tv for the first time and as soon as “in the 1500s off in a foreign land” started i knew it would be a favourite. it was actually my #1 taylor song for a long while until i really started to get into evermore. it’s perfect storytelling it’s so sweet and romantic and i’m in love with the sound of the song i physically can’t skip this one

for red it’s probably all too well 10 minutes but that’s a boring basic answer so my other favourite is everything has changed!! i’ve only been like a “swiftie” since red tv dropped but when i was younger there were certain taylor swift songs i’d play on repeat and watch the music video over and over and one of them was everything has changed!! the music video in itself is one of my favourites ever it’s so sweet, i’m also a HUGE fan of ed sheeran X is one of my favourite albums of all time. this song was so important to me as a little girl and will always be one of my favourites

1989 is so hard because it’s a perfect album imo it was my first CD i ever owned and my favourite re-record so far and so many are my favourite songs of all time (you are in love, clean, is it over now?) but going a bit basic for my absolute favourite but i have to pick style!! it is THE pop song it’s my favourite pop song ever i cant think of a song with a better instrumental, it was also one of the taylor swift songs i was obsessed with as a little girl and every time it comes on i turn up the volume all the way and listen so intently. i love blank space and shake it off but style might be THE taylor swift song with her fuck ass bob paired with

for reputation for so long my favourite song was so it goes but honestly now i think it’s dancing with our hands tied!!! it might be my favourite instrumental on the album and the song feels like the heart of what reputation is trying to encapsulate as an album if that makes sense, finding love in such a messy time and trying to cling to that. the lyricism is so gorgeous and i’m so so so in love with every aspect of it

for lover honestly another basic answer again (lover is probably my least favourite which i hate saying because i ADORE it) but cruel summer!! it feels like the style of lover if that makes sense, it’s another iconic pop song. the instrumental is one of my absolute favourites ever and it’s so FUN too. though i never got the opportunity to go to the eras tour it will always make me think of it!!

for folklore it’s such a hard pick because i resonate with so many tracks from this album but probably seven!! the song itself is so pretty, the way it builds into something really beautiful and elegant. i’ve always resonated really tightly with the meaning behind this song and i think it really encapsulates the feeling of being a little girl so well. thinking that the awful things that happen to your friends are genuine ghosts or monsters, planning on running away and playing pretend to cheer your friend up, that glow of childlike innocence. sometimes i can’t listen to it because it makes me cry but it’s one of the most beautiful songs i’ve ever heard

for evermore it’s COWBOY LIKE ME!!!! my favourite taylor swift song ever from my favourite album EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SONG IS JUST SO SO SO PERFECT. the duet and the soothing instrumental and the way it progresses and the storytelling in the lyrics. i often see debates over whether cowboy like me is a love song or a tragedy and honestly i really do think it’s a tragedy. “forever is the sweetest con” is probably the most tragic love lyric i’ve ever heard in my life whilst the song is still so incredibly romantic. it’s also so destiel coded and if i can’t find a fic based on this song i really think i’ll have to write it myself

for midnights it’s high infidelity!! midnights is so full of gems and honestly i only have two or three skips but there’s something about high infidelity that scratches my brain just right. it might be because honestly it sounds like an evermore track, but the way she sings the lyrics and the way it sounds is just PERFECT. i honestly think i like midnights more than reputation which i know is a super hot take

for the tortured poet’s department it’s THE BOLTER!!! my second favourite song ever EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SONG IS SO SO PERFECT!! the way the instrumental builds and the strings come in and it makes you just want to sway and float, the lyrics and the way she sings them and the story it builds and UGH im so insanely in love with the song the bolter is MY song. when ttpd was first announced i pre-ordered the manuscript cd (i have a cd collection hehe) before the other editions were announced but when the bolter was released it’s the only time i’ve let myself buy two of the same album to get the bolter edition (and i gave the other edition to my mum)

you didn’t ask me to do this but since i’ve yapped SO much (i’m sorry) i’ll rank them !!

cowboy like me

the bolter

timeless

seven

style

everything has changed

bye bye baby

a perfectly good heart

dancing with our hands tied

cruel summer

[cherryeoo]

Home At Last

2019.6.24

Hello love. We’re in Australia right now. It’s warm and always sunny. I was actually really surprised by how late the sun goes down here. We should come here together sometime. The locals are really nice and the food is amazing. We’re having our concert tonight. The boys and I spent half the day today and all day practicing and preparing. I know you’ll be following the concert and reading up on how well it went on social media. Wish you were here with me. I promise I’ll be home soon.

Love, Hongjoong

2019.6.25

It’s me again, Hongjoong. How are you today? I hope you’re doing ok and not stressed. I can’t be there to cheer you up right now so I need you to be strong and when I return I’ll make it up to you. We’re leaving Australia now. The concert was amazing. Have you seen all the video and pictures? I’ll have to show you all the ones me and the boys took. Our next destination is London. I can’t wait to see Big Ben, try all the tea and all the food. I want us to ride the London Eye together someday. Well our plane is about to take off so I’ll let you know when we land safely.

XOXO, Hongjoong.

2019.6.26

We’ve landed safely in London. I would’ve written sooner but our schedule is really packed today so I might not have a lot of time to message you but I promise I will every chance I can get. We had breakfast at this amazing cafe after we got settled into the hotel. Reminds me of the one we visited on our first date. It’s gloomy and rainy but everyone says that’s how it usually is here. But I don’t mind it. I feel inspired to write a new song. Our fans have been so amazing. I’m thinking about writing a song for them again, since they remind me/us of an aura. But I’m just throwing around ideas right now. I’m sitting by the window of our hotel room looking at all the city lights below. It’s raining again. I’m feeling very relaxed. I love nights like these.The only thing that’s missing is you in my arms.Well tomorrow is our concert, I think I’m gonna get to bed now so I can be well rested for tomorrow.

Goodnight love, Hongjoong

2019.6.27

Hey baby. Our London concert is tonight. We’re all super excited. But the boys said they miss you, I do too. I miss you very much. I can’t wait to hold you and kiss you. I miss waking up next to you, coming home to a long day to you in the kitchen cooking dinner or dancing around the house while you blast music when you’re cleaning or just bored. I miss playing games with you and how competitive the two of us get. I miss how you’d purse out your lower lip in a pout after you’ve lost. Two months is way too long to be away from you. But I promise I’ll be home soon, I’ll make up for all the lost time. It’s time for practice, I’ll write to you after the concert is over and we’re back at the hotel. So the concert was a success. Another sold out show. Speaking of shows. Our manager pulled us all aside and told us that KQ has decided to add a few more stops to our tour. So it looks like we won’t be coming home after this like we planned. As much as I love touring and performing for our fans, I miss you most. This is torture for me. It’s only a couple more stops but I was hoping to have you in my arms this time a couple of days from now. But I guess we’ll both have to endure it and stay strong a little longer. I’m so sorry to have to tell you this.

I love you so much, Hongjoong

Your heart sunk to the floor. The words echoing in your mind. He was supposed to be home in two days. How much longer are you going to have to be separated from him? Hasn’t two months been enough? Blaming your luck forcefully pressed the lock button on your phone before storming off to your room - tears stung at your eyes. Tossing yourself into the bed you grabbed the pillow Hongjoong used, holding it as tight as you could. Sobbing into the pillow you decided to just sleep the time away, and you did.

Two days passed in a blur. You went about your daily life on autopilot. Not much of anything bringing you joy like it usually did. The only thing that could was on the other side of the world. You haven't heard much from your boyfriend either. Not that it was unusual to go a couple days without hearing from him. Stepping into the too empty apartment, you tossed your purse and jacket onto the couch before making your way to your bedroom. After a quick shower you slipped into some of your boyfriend's clothes before burying yourself under the blankets. The next morning started out no different from the past two months. Washing your face you decided to have a bite of something for breakfast, Hongjoong would scold you if he found out you’d been skipping meals.

Your ears perked up when you heard the faint sound of food sizzling in a skillet, the savory scent of fresh brewed coffee wafted throughout the apartment. Quietly making your way down the hallway towards the kitchen you peaked around the corner to see an all too familiar figure standing there, their back to you as they bustled around the kitchen while humming a soft yet unfamiliar tune that sent goosebumps up and down your arms. Stand there in shock you stood there taking it all in. After plating the food to his liking and pouring two cups of coffee he turned around to set the table only to see you standing there in shock. Setting down the plates he stared back into your eyes, a smile that only formed for you spread across his face. His eyes seemed to sparkle as if a thousand stars just exploded in the darkness of his irises. “Good morning my sleeping beauty. Thought I was actu-”

Cutting him off you darted forward and wrapped your arms as tight as you could around his torso. Tears pooled up in your eyes, burying your face in his chest. You were sure you were soaking his shirt. But you didn’t care. At this moment you didn’t care for any explanation. He was home.

“Welcome home.”

Snaking one arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and the other up your back to cradle the back of your head in his hand. Gently stroking your hair Hongjoong brought his head down to your neck, becoming intoxicated off your sweet scent, he whispered in your ear,

“I’m home.”

2019.6.24

Hey love,

We’re in Australia right now! It’s so warm, and the sun stays out so late. I was actually pretty surprised. We should come here together sometime. The locals are amazing, and the food is out of this world. We’re preparing for tonight’s concert, and the boys and I spent the whole day rehearsing. I know you'll be keeping up with everything on social media. I really wish you were here with me. I promise I’ll be home soon.

Love, Hongjoong

[2019.6.25]

It’s me again. How are you today? I hope you’re doing okay and not too stressed. I wish I could be there to cheer you up, but I need you to be strong for me. I’ll make it up to you when I get back. We’re leaving Australia now, and the concert was amazing! Have you seen all the videos and pictures yet? I’ll show you the ones we took too. Our next stop is London. I can’t wait to see Big Ben, try all the tea, and have some good food. I really want us to ride the London Eye together someday. The plane is about to take off, so I’ll message you when we land safely.

XOXO, Hongjoong

2019.6.26

We’ve landed safely in London. Sorry I didn’t write sooner, but we’ve been so busy. I might not have much time to message, but I promise I’ll write whenever I can. We had breakfast at this amazing café, and it reminded me of the one we went to on our first date. It’s gloomy and rainy here, but everyone says that’s how London is. Honestly, I don’t mind it at all. I’m actually feeling super inspired to write a new song. Our fans here have been incredible, and I think I want to write something for them again. They remind me of an aura, something special, you know? I’m sitting by the window in our hotel room, looking out at the city lights below, and the rain is falling. It’s really peaceful. The only thing that’s missing is you. I wish you were here. Anyway, tomorrow is our concert, so I should get some sleep.

Goodnight, love, Hongjoong

2019.6.27

Hey baby,

Our London concert is tonight! The boys are all super excited, and so am I. But we all miss you. I miss you more than I can put into words. I can’t wait to hold you, kiss you, and wake up next to you again. I miss coming home after a long day to find you in the kitchen, cooking dinner, or dancing around the house while you clean or just mess around. I even miss our little game competitions and how you’d pout when I won. Two months is way too long to be apart. But I promise I’ll make up for all the lost time when I get back. It’s time for practice now, but I’ll write to you again after the concert and when we’re back at the hotel.

The concert was a huge success—another sold-out show. But… our manager pulled us aside and told us KQ decided to add a few more stops to the tour. So, it looks like we won’t be coming home like we planned. I love touring and performing, but this is torture for me. I just wanted to hold you in my arms in a couple of days. I thought we’d have that time together, but now we’ll both have to stay strong a little longer. I’m sorry to have to tell you this.

I love you so much, Hongjoong

Your heart sank as you read Hongjoong’s message. He was supposed to be home in two days. Two months had already felt like an eternity, and now you were facing even more time apart. You locked your phone, the words ringing in your ears as frustration and disappointment bubbled up. You stormed off to your room, tears already stinging your eyes. You grabbed the pillow Hongjoong always used and held it tightly against your chest, letting the sobs take over. Exhausted, you buried yourself in the blankets, hoping that sleep would somehow make the time go faster.

Two days passed in a blur, each moment a reminder of how much you missed him. You went through the motions, but nothing felt right without him. The apartment felt too empty, too quiet. After a long day, you came home, tossing your purse and jacket onto the couch. You were too tired to do anything but take a quick shower and curl up under the blankets in Hongjoong’s clothes.

The next morning, things felt no different. You washed your face and made a simple breakfast, reminding yourself that Hongjoong would scold you for skipping meals. The familiar sounds of sizzling food and the aroma of coffee suddenly filled the apartment, and you froze.

Quietly, you made your way down the hallway toward the kitchen. You peeked around the corner, still unsure if you were dreaming. There, standing in front of the stove with his back to you, was none other than Hongjoong. He was humming a soft, unfamiliar tune, the kind that made your heart skip a beat.

You stood there, stunned. Your gaze took in everything—the way he moved with ease, how his presence filled the room in a way that made it feel like home.

As he plated the food and poured coffee, he turned, a smile lighting up his face when he saw you standing there. His eyes sparkled as if a thousand stars had ignited within them, and his lips parted in that familiar smile that only he ever wore for you.

“Good morning, my sleeping beauty. Thought I was actu—”

Before he could finish, you darted forward, wrapping your arms tightly around him, burying your face into his chest. Tears welled up in your eyes, soaking his shirt. But you didn’t care. He was home.

Hongjoong held you close, one arm snaking around your waist and the other cradling the back of your head. He gently stroked your hair, his voice low and full of affection.

“I’m home,” he whispered into your ear, the words like a sweet promise.

You held onto him tighter, finally feeling like everything was right again. 

[masquerading-man]

Trying to summarize and create myself a reference on some executive dysfunction tips that help me, and I thought I would share!

Getting your brain to work

Collect needed materials before you begin

Pomodoro method

Create a list of steps. Break down the task into extremely small chunks (e.g. to take a shower- start with just standing up from your chair). Begin with the goal of the very tiny first step.

Have an accountability buddy! Find someone who can give you a reward (e.g. spam you with memes when you’re done with the task), or ask them to give you a command (e.g. “tell me to start my work in the next minute!!”)

Listen to music that isn’t distracting! (For me the only thing that works is ragtime- it’s one of my favorite genres, itches my brain in the right way/isn’t boring, and won’t distract me with words)

Get your brain unstuck!

Do a jig! Do a dance! Move your body!

Watching something funny/motivating sometimes kick-starts my brain- (but only do it with a timer/when you feel you won’t get sucked into watching more things!). (It also doesn’t have to be a “motivational video” it can be a video of a bird or maybe a genvy compilation- it’s up to you!)

Draw a doodle of (or imagine) a comfort character encouraging you and cheering you on! Or perhaps ask how a comfort character would do the task.

Hourly timers are also good in case I do get distracted and need a turning point to remind me what I was doing.

Trying a 99 coping mechanism!

Check your HP! (Sometimes it’s helpful to view yourself as a game character that you need to take care of)

Checking HP…. (fix these things!)

Eaten?

Medicated?

Showered?

Too hot/ too cold?

Too many/ not enough sounds?

Too many/ not enough people around?

Slept well? (If not- since it’s impossible for me to nap- lie down for 25 min!)

Do you have a clean space?

Are you worried? -> (use which ever coping mechanism works best for you! I like to pace and list out every single thing I’m worried about, and then take a couple deep breathes and let them go)

Too many thoughts? -> (put a piece of paper to the side, and write down any thought each time a thought distracts you from the task)

Do you feel affirmed? -> (hype yourself up or tell yourself it’s ok/comfort yourself!)

Bored? -> (ask yourself, “how can I make this exciting?”)

Reminders!

It doesn’t have to be perfect! Done is better than none!

Some is better than none! (1 minute is better than 0 minutes)

It’s ok that you’re having a hard time- it doesn’t mean you’re a bad or lazy person!

You’re alive! How fantastic! Isn’t nature cool?!Aren’t humans cool?! Just think, in a year you’ll be thinking about this splendid (and maybe annoying) thing that you went through!

Another day, another slay!

Maybe something on here might help you! :)

Feel free to add on to this list!! :)

Good luck! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧

[popcornforone]

Bulldozed

A Marcus Moreno Fan Fic

It’s been a while Marcus Moreno, it really has. I wanted to write him true to him being the man you deserve, & I also wanted to prove a point slightly. & I think I’ve got the tone of this just about right. But this hero is going to be just that to you.

Synopsis: As head of Marketing & PR, it’s your job to make sure all the heroics look good. You’ve asked Marcus as the leader of the heroics to come help promote the newest member of the team, but this photo shoot ends up being more than just a handful for you both.

Word count:4700

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Abuse mental & physical to the female reader & lack of consent (not all men are like this but some vultures are) swearing, pinning, admiring flirting, kissing, PIV sex, sex at work, dirty talk, hero kink, friends colleague to sexual partners. Cum play talk & kinda cream pie.

Thanks as always for the read peoples. All feedback is welcome, on this or any of my fics. Enjoy.

You approach his office rather reluctantly, you know the second you walk through his door his face will drop. It’s taken you a good 3 years to realise it’s not actually you his face drops for, he likes you, you’ve been out for coffee, you’ve chatted, your girls are the same age & are friends at school, there may even been some flirting happening on your side to try & cheer him up a bit.You always try to make his day a little bit happier. So you know it’s not you, he enjoys your company.

But someone has to be the brand officer & head of marketing for the heroics. Someone has to. It’s your job & you’re good at it. 95 times out of 100 another heroic who loves the lime light & loves to show off that they are a hero can do this. But every now & then you need it to be Marcus. He loves a charity event or spending times with kids teaching them morals, he’s happy to do those but an advert or press, unless it’s a statement about saving the world, he’s less into. Today you need him though. There’s a new heroic & you need him to do a quick little speech & pose for the new post that’s being put up to advertise, Bill the Bulldozer.

Knock knock you sigh as you wait for him to say yes. You see him smile & then drop.

“& I thought Mondays couldn’t get any worse” Marcus sighs as he straightens his glasses.

“nice to see you too Marcus” you shut the door behind you. He’s actually in his heroic gear which means he must have been given the heads up for this or he’s about to go on a mission, swords still hanging from the wall. “I’m guessing you know why I’m here, I wish it was just a social call”. You slowly walk across to his desk, your tablet in hand ready to show him what needs to happen for the next hour.

“Our wonderful new Heroic, have you met him yet?” Marcus rolls his eyes, when he sees the posses the photographer has made him do already.

“No actually, I mean I’ve said hi & I’ve seen him in a training video that was put together, but nothing more than that” you smile as you a swipe your screen so Marcus can have a glimpse at what he has to say in a minute for his little speech when you take him to do this promotion. Marcus raises an eyebrow at one of the words proposed.

“Well whoever wrote this has recommended I say the word charming, they clearly have not met him yet, he needs to mature before he’s charming but then I don’t think he’ll even bother” Marcus shakes his head & downs his coffee removing his glasses & stands next to the mirror to put his contacts in.

“Why is that Marcus?” You can’t not stare at his peachy arse especially when it looks so tight in that super hero outfit.

“He’s in this for the wrong reasons, not saving the world or protecting people or being a hero” he tuts as he puts his first contact in, the first deep brown eye watering. “He is an Insta sweetheart & influencer, he will be here all of 3 years before he’s either a corporate sell out or gets bored. I’ve seen these types before” you nod in agreement when he turns around. You’ve not met him yet but you’re not going to argue with that leader of the heroics, especially as he’s just summoned his swords. You always blush when he does that in your presence. “After you miss” he says.

Marcus always walks a few steps behind you which you always think is protection from sword or a personal space issue, especially at work. But it’s none of those reasons especially today with Marcus. Your dress is backless, & halter neck & dark green, to go with your eyes. Your hair is black & sleek & in a bun with a trail so it goes down your left side. He can see the defined layers of your bare back, wondering how your boobs look so good from the front if nothings there to hold them in place. He can also see your butterfly’s tattoo that glides from your right hip to your left shoulder. It shows your growth & how you’ve grown into being yourself that took a while, the heroics are a big part of who you are, it’s more than just a job. He loves the way your hips move, the curve of your bum. He’s getting a show, something he always enjoys which isn’t always so well advertised. You can’t sense how intensely he looks at you each time you walk, but to anyone else walking the other way it’s obvious he has feelings for you.

The crew to make this advert & do the promos & photos all greet Marcus when he walks in the room. Being the leader of the heroics comes with respect. The only person currently not giving Marcus the correct amount of respect is the new Heroic. Bill is chatting the man from security, asking him if he’s free on Friday so he can show him what real power is. Marcus just waits for him to realise that everyone else has stopped or moved. Even the security guy who is being flirted with acknowledges Marcus & try’s to get Bill to do the same but he doesn’t. You can see Marcus getting frustrated at something he already hates doing, so you start to speak to save them both.

“This should be quick & painless, hopefully like all your missions people” you joke & Bill finally saunters around to see you both in the room while Marcus has some eyeliner added to his face. He’s still not acknowledged him or even nodded “as heroics we are a team be it fighting monsters & saving the world, to doing press we don’t have the patience for. We do it together & we do it for the greater good” there’s suddenly a hive of activity. This is basically your code for get this done, Marcus doesn’t have all day, which he doesn’t. You watch as everyone gets everything in place & Marcus gets ready to do a few small test photos first before doing the cheesy poses with Bill & then his little recording for the promo. You hear Marcus mumble & see him roll his eyes still not happy so you decide to go & talk to Bill, who’s now checking himself out in the tight Lycra in the mirror.

“Bill…” you start but then he interrupts before you even get to what you need to say at all.

“The Buldozer, that’s me, the greatest Heroic the world has ever seen” he tosses his flowing blonde locks which are shiny. You try not to roll your eyes, at his bad catchphrase that he just sang proudly, but it is so bad.

“Yes sir, so you’ve done other action parts for your promo for you being a new heroic &…”

“Did I look good?” He says suavely. Oh no you think, we do have a bad charmer on our hands, this is going to be an uncomfortable morning. “Because of the answer is no, I need to do it all again, everyone needs to see just how good I look” he’s flexing a bit now too, which is a huge turn off for you. You just continue your job of briefing him.

“…So we need Marcus to do a few poses & action shoots with you & then a few actual recorded bits & then we can edit them for the video” your trying to be professional but he is still trying to be an ultimate poser & he’s not doing it in the usual way. You leave him to his own little world & go & watch Marcus give his little speech to the camera about how in harmony the team are & this new member makes it an even bigger family. Even when dealing with an idiot who’s in the team, Marcus is the consummate professional. That’s why he’s leader of the heroics. Not that he ever needed to be for you, you have feelings for the man.

When the shoot is over & they have done their poses & promo video together, which took much longer than either you or Marcus hoped for due to Bills demands to watch the takes back several times, because there was a slight shadow on him at one point, you eventually sigh & go to take Marcus away so he can actually get in with his real job. Marcus is busy talking to an scientists who was looking for him, who’d come down to the shoot as it was running over, so you head over to Bill.

“Thank you Bill, that was all brilliant, you looked good in those promos. So what I was…”

“Good?!” He questions putting the mirror down, & turning to face you millimetres away from you. “The last time I looked good I was 10. Im dashing now at a minimum, I demand to redo my videos & photos.” Out the corner of your eye you see the photographer sigh & you are not having his demanding attitude, that’s not how the Heroics work.

“Well these are just for the youtube & Insta heroics account, just to tell people who you are & what to expect if they come across you as a super hero. This isn’t a Movie or HBO production where your an actor & paid thousands or…” he interrupts you again.

“How do I get paid?” He says bluntly a stern look on his face.

“I am not sure Bill you’d need to…”

“Well I know how I could be paid” he hoovers over you getting into your personal space. He stinks of cheap aftershave. The smirk is the same all of these type of men have. You are not here for that, & even if you were it wouldn’t be with him. “What’s the matter doll, am I too much a man for you to handle” his hand trails down your face & you step back. Marcus catches this moment out of the corner of his eye.

“Bill im flattered but you’re not the man for me I….”

“Then how about a quick shag in the locker room, I bet you moan at just my touch” he’s crossed the line & you can see Marcus trying to hurry up his conversation to come & intervene.

“Bill you’re not my type at all, please.”

“A woman who says no really means yes” Bill grabs your arm & pulls you close to him.

“Bill I said no…” but this doesn’t stop him from kissing you. Even if you had wanted to enjoy the kiss, it’s not a good one. You push aways from him & say loudly “let go of me”

“No one says no to me” he backhanded slaps you across the face & grabs you by the bun of your hair, yanking it. You try not to scream but noise from the shock escapes your mouth.

It then all happens so fast. Marcus is between you both screaming at him.

“The fuck do you think you’re playing at old-man” Bill shouts at Marcus.

“You need to apologise right now”Marcus demands. You’ve seen this look before, you can see the anger build up inside him at what Bill has just done to you.

“She was practically begging for it”

“No she wasn’t she said no, she did not consent”

“Well she will do one day, the cheap slut”

That’s all it takes, Marcus punches him, square in the nose, ironically taking the bulldozer down. Claret spill out of his nose.

“You bastard” he wipes his nose & leaps up to retaliate against Marcus but you step in between.

“Stop” you say. smack you feel the full affect of the super punch intended for Marcus. Your Jaw throbs, & you stumble backwards. You take the hit butter than the hero did a minute ago. Marcus then grabs him around his neck line of his super suit.

“The hell do you think you are playing at” it’s a loud screech Marcus lets out. His eyes are enraged that anyone would dare even be spiteful to you, let alone hit you once or call you derogatory names. “Your suspended as a heroic, pending an enquiry”

“WHAT!” Bill is outraged “who the fuck do you think you are old man”

“I’m Marcus Moreno, leader of the Heroics & your attitude for the entire day even before this incident has not been remotely heroic, I’m disgusted to even have your name associated with our team.” Two of the people in the photo shoot have now come rushing over & are checking you are okay. Your face stings & you can feel the bruising trying to come out already. You’re lead out of the room to go to the medical centre in HQ, standard procedure after an injury caused buy a heroic, but you really want to see how this encounter concludes. Marcus is clearly willing to defend your honour & put the newest heroic in his place. The last thing you see as you are lead out of the double doors which close, is Marcus looking like he’s ready to full on fight as he shouts. “You really dont understand a thing about being a hero, maybe you need more than a lesson in that.”

You’re sat in your office about 2hours later, holding an ice pack still on your still aching jaw, to bring the bruise out quicker. Your hair already down from its bun as it was adding to the headache that was starting. Youd filled out an incident report & had various heroics & other staff people come to visit you, word gets around fast in HQ, & other than the heroics, you are one of the most popular people who work here. You hope it’s because people like you & not just due to your job being in PR. You didn’t break anything in your scuffle but your body aches.

The door knocks twice & in walks Marcus, he has an ice pack around his own hand & he is just in his black T-shirt & tight jeans. Half of the superior hero outfit has gone but he’s not put his glasses on yet or removed his eyeliner. It draws you to those big brown eyes even more.

“Just checking in” he says as he closes the door behind him.

“Ooh Marcus your hand what did you do? Please don’t tell me…” you start. You automatically go into caring mode, concerned for your friend. You go to get up quickly & slightly move the ice pack, which makes you hiss.

“Woooo take it slows” Marcus interrupts & walks to your side of the desk & keeps you in the chair. “You got sucker punches by a super hero, that’s gonna hurt for a while” his caring eyes meet yours. You smile is soft & says so much more than thank you.

“What happened to Bill?” You ask as Marcus fully inspects your face.

“Let’s just say that the promo morning was a waste of everyone time” he says as he sighs.

“You fired him?”

“Yes. & not just because he abused you, but because of his whole attitude & behaviour, we only promoted him to make him mature & make him realise his important & prestigious being a heroic is, turns out it just inflated his ego even more” you sit there in shock but also happy about this. Happy that a man who slaps women & doesn’t know about consent is no longer in your life but also that he won’t give the heroics a bad a name.

“Will he not sue us?”

“He’s not got a leg to stand on if he even attempted it. He hit you twice &…” Marcus looks at his hand in his own ice pack.”he had a good go at trying to take me out & 2 members of security too”

“I can’t believe you stepped up to him for me Marcus” your empty hand strokes across the back of his. “You really are my hero”

“Does that make you a damsel in distress?” You both scoff at this. All heroics hate those two sentences but play up to them as a joke.

“I could be for you” you sit up & wince a bit. The force of the punch that landed may be killing your face, but it did send shock waves through your body. Every now & then a part of it aches & right now it’s your neck & back. Your hiss upsets Marcus & his hand which did have the ice pack on it trials down your back to sooth you. It sends more than just shivers down you spine from the chill. A soft moan escapes your mouth from his touch.

“Marcus” your words are soft. Those fingers going ever so slowly. Maybe your subconscious knew to put on a backless dress this morning to experience this moment. He pushes you hair to the side as his other hand rubs your shoulder too.

“Is this helping?” He says genuinely not realising you’ve been sent in a spin by his hands.

“More than you know”

“I’m glad” Marcus then stops & your sharp intake of breath shocks him.

“Don’t stop” you mumble as your head drops.

“Sorry?”

“Please keep going it was soothing” his eyes connect with yours & he can see you are desperate for more than just a back rub.

“Well you are a damsel in distress, I suppose I should make sure you’re all okay” he’s picked up that this is a different type of taking care of you. “Doesn’t the hero in these kind of stories usually get a kiss from the beautiful girl they rescued?” His eyes smoulder back at you. You are also sure by the look in his eyes that this isn’t a joke. You lean into him, eyelashes fluttering before your lips connect. The adrenaline & rush in your body takes the pain away instantly as Marcus moans into the kiss. He always wondered how this would feel & it’s better than he could ever hope for.

Few words are said. Ice packs fall to the floor from both your hands. A simple kiss is already a full make out, your mouths seemly made to embrace each other, & your can tell by the grip on your shoulder as you sit in the chair behind your desk that this can’t be stopped.

“Baby” Marcus moans eventually. His eyes wide. “I’ve longed for this”

“Same Marcus” your hands without even asking find the hem of his black tshirt & you free his abs from it. The chest of a hero. Hard & firm. You plant kisses around his belly button, the top of his happy trail, as he unbuckles & unhooks his belt.

“I want you” it’s a deep moan as his hand finds your halter neck to untie your dress. A built in bra means you are just in your knickers in seconds. “Beautiful” he whispers as your own hands tug at his trousers so they clatter on the floor.

“Condom?” You whine, he’s lifted you up & is continuing his relentless kissing. He hardly had to put in any effort to get you from your chair to against your desk. You whimper more as he pulls down your lace knickers & two fingers automatically find your clit. He’s nipping at your chin, his eyes filled with desire ready to feel himself inside you.

“Had the snip 4 years ago, im clean”

“I’m on birth control & haven’t done this in nearly 9 months with anyone” Marcus then turns you around so you’re bent over the end of the desk, kicking your legs apart.

“Fools all of them, still can’t believe your ex ran off with that Canadian girl, his loss.” You’ve not realised Marcus is now naked behind you, looking at your sex, as a few drops of precum trickle from his hardened penis.

“I want you Marcus”

“I want you more”you hear him spit on his fingers before they slide through your own arousal. You tense up & then instantly relax as he slips one inside you. The idea of Marcus spitting has made you clench around his digits. “Oooh baby, you are needy aren’t you.”

“Mmmm…Marcus”

He teases you with his penis, rubbing it along your arse. The fingers leave you & find just above your clit & just the feel of his meaty length being coated in your slick has you panting.

“Please…please..pl….oooh fuck” your begging for him inside you makes him ready. It’s a slow but deep push inside you.

“Fuckkkkk” he moans with a large gasp for air, he loves the feel of you already. He’s never going to want to have sex with another woman again. “Jesus baby, your husband wanted sex else where, bastard” his hips snap & the next thrust happens. Your ability to speak has gone as you grip the desk with one hand & bite into your fist with the other, trying to keep your moans from echoing throughout the building. “I’ve wanted you for so long baby, you have no idea” & he hits the spot. That soft sweet spot. The moan you make has him pulsing inside you. No one has ever been this good so soon. The way his hands gently grip your hips as he looks down at you rocking back onto his cock. He is completely inside you. Marcus has found his rhythm & is so impressed at how well you are taking him. It turns him on more, & his pace starts to quicken.

“Oh fuck Marcus” you groan as you gasp for air, your nails now digging into the desk, feeling sexier each second that passes. Each thurst you flutter, each time you wonder how he’s that big, & how he walks around with this normally, maybe he’s a grower not a shower, you do spent most of your time looking at his bum & his deep brown eyes. You’re sure you’ve admired his bulge before but now you will make sure to check it out even if this is a one off to be never spoken about again. His left hand then leaves your hip to squeeze your own bum. Noises you didn’t know you could make fall from your lips.

“You’re doing so good girl” he moans “you take me so well, look at you.” You turn your head & see the sweaty beaming face looking down at you, teeth grinding. “Bet the pains gone away, but I want to have you so hard & make you remember this as the day where you weren’t abused by a bill the bulldozer but were bulldozed by me going balls deep. A damsel in distress? Bollocks, you’re desirable. If only all mission had this pay off… oooh god” he can feel you clamp. He licks his lips & it makes you smirk.

“Marcus, more more please harder” you moan. He puts his hand is your hair & lifts your head from the desk, the grip has you gaspin.

“More, you want more” smack, the other hand hits your arse.”like that” you gasp so he does it again “I can’t hear you”

“Yes baby” you beg. His hand that was in your hair now is under your jaw slightly gripping, not choking as he start to increase his pace.

“That’s my girl, my damsel.” His eyes are wide as you look forward. “If you’re into this I can’t wait to see what else you’re up for. Do you pretend to be all normal & then deep down you’re a slut, desperately seeking pleasure, begging to be satisfied?”

“Yes. Oh yes….. yessss” it’s almost a rallying cry as Marcus becomes rampant. Hitting the spot every time. Making you sure that the people in the office next to you can hear the moans you’re making. “So good Marcus”

“Thought so, fuck you’re tight, makes me want to fuck you for the rest of the day” the whine you make at those words has him rolling his eyes. It’s not going to be much longer before you let go.

“Whod have thought” he growls, the rhythm now faster than any dance track. “The you, shy little you, would be willing to do this, that your cunt was this good” you make a noise but words fail you completely. It’s a whimper but also one that’s high pitched & desperate to say more but you can’t. Your body trembling with each thrust.

“You gonna cum baby, you gonna soak me, you gonna thank your hero?” He snarls & smack your bum again. That’s all it takes. You scream Marcus name as you cum. Your walls flutter, your legs are complete jelly, every sensation tingling & making you feel complete as a woman. Your body jitters & he can feel the extra tension around his length which is being coated. “Oooh fuck” he firmly grips your hips as he loses his own control. His own lashing of cum painting your core. The wet noises as he slows down from his high & the state you are both making as you collectively make a mess which oozes onto the side of your desk. You have not felt that satisfied in years, even at the end of your relationship with your husband.

Marcus eventually stops his rocking in his come down & kisses the dimple at the bottom of your spine. “Oooh baby, do you know how good you were? Damn” He slips out of you & grabs a couple of tissues from your desk to sort you both out for the time being.

“Well that was not how I expected today to go Marcus” you clean yourself & your thighs. Marcus is still looming over you looking down.

“Same, but that is something I’d like to try again. If this doesn’t make what we already had awkward?” He knows he crossed the line a little, he has relationships rules for heroics about getting involved & he’s just gone against a few of them.

“Why would it Marcus?” You reply & kiss him softly. His lips feel even better than they did about 20mins ago. “I like you, I’ve liked you for a while”

“Same baby” he says before another couple of kisses trail over your jaw line & his hand grasps your still naked breasts. “Maybe we should reinstate bill for finally getting us together…”

“Never” you reply quickly “he’s not a hero, he’s fake, he’s a bulldozer because he just bullies & pushes everyone in his way to get what he wants” you notice Marcus lips part as you speak with passion about him not being allowed back.

“Do you always speak so commandingly when you know what you want? Because it’s doing something to me” He’s looking over your naked body standing in front of him as both your hands trail on his body & his continue to tease your nipples.

“Well do you want to know what I really want Marcus?” You sit back on your desk. You slowly spread your legs so Marcus can decide if he wants to continue or not.

“Desire? Passion? lust?” He puts his head next to your ear to say this, it’s smooth these words & has your heart racing already.

“I just want you Marcus, that’s all” you say in all innocence. Your eyelashes flicker as your eye contact becomes intense.

“I want you too” your hands join his on his hardening length. “Not just for now but for a while” & as his lips connect with yours & your eyes close from the most delectable kiss imaginable you feel your body tremble as Marcus makes sure this hero & his damsel enjoy more than just a super hero kiss. No more hero or normal work was done by either of you that day.

[giggly-squiggily]

Ahhh squiggly! I just got a chance to read my request you fulfilled and I loved it so so much!!! And I’m extremely honored you enjoy my messages, I’m glad they make your day better! If Pokémon requests are still open, may I please request another one with Roark? I headcannon he gives really good bear hugs! 10/10 bodies the person (and tooootally dosent spin his s/o) and if it’s not a big deal, can you also do another x reader? But, if your Pokémon requests are full, no worries friend! Just ignore this request and have a lovely day! Thank you so so much!! -⚡️

Aww!!! That makes my heart happy! Thank you friend :) And gah, my heart is BLOOMING! Roark beloved- I always love writing for him! This is beyond precious! I've gotcha covered, friend! Have an amazing day aswell!

There was a lot of things you loved about Roark.

For one- he was an absolute dork about fossils and rocks. He could ramble for hours about the history of various prehistoric pokemon and their habits, forms, and the mythology associated with them. His excitement for said things was incredibly endearing, and he had a way to him that made even what seemed like the most boring aspects entertaining.

He was also incredibly supportive of you in all your plans and decisions. As long as you were doing it for you and weren’t putting yourself in harm's way, he was your number one cheerleader, encouraging you to take risks and being there for you if you stumbled. 

Both in the metaphorical and literal sense. He’s a strong guy- there had been more than one occasion where he carried you home after you hurt or exhausted yourself.

All these are great, but by far your favorite part of Roark came in his hugs. There were two types when it came to the fossil loving redhead: the first was softer- a gentle squeeze when the day’s been long and you needed physical affection. They could last forever if you desired it.

The second was even better.

“ROARK! ROARK I GOT IN!” You all but screamed as you raced through Oreburgh, flying past trainers and workers alike. In your hand you were waving a piece of paper, the words “We welcome you to Naranja Academy” sprawled across the top. “THEY ACCEPTED ME!”

“They did?” Roark, who had come running at your screams, whooped in joy as he gathered you up in his arms, spinning you around as you laughed and laughed. “That’s my (Y/N)! I knew they'd accept you! I knew it!”

“I’m going to Paldea!” You cheered, hugging him just as tight as he let you down on your feet. Then the reality of what was happening kicked in, dampening your mood. “I’m leaving Sinoh..”

“Hey, hey- no tears.” Roark smiled as he reached up, brushing your cheek. “This is a good thing! You’ll finally get to travel like you’ve always wanted!” He pinched your cheek gently. “My dear (Y/N)’s gonna be famous! Don’t forget me when you're the new champion, okay?”

“Ugh, you’re annoying!” You laughed, shoving him lightly. “Really though- I won’t be home for a year. I’m gonna miss you.”

“I will, too.” Finally, a drop of sadness entered his voice, the two of you sharing the moment as the world went on. “But,” he shook himself out of it, smiling once more. “I’ll come visit! Once you're settled in, you can give me a tour of the region and introduce me to all your new friends.”

“Hm, we’ll see. I might be too famous by then.” Yout teased, laughing as he pulled you along, the two of you arm in arm as you walked back to your shared apartment. You were gonna miss him when you were gone. “Promise you’ll at least video call me?”

“Everyday.” He swore, raising a pinky finger.

You tucked yours around his, smiling.

Send me a headcanon and character(s) and I'll write a short 300-500 word dabble for it!

[biwrites]

How's This For An Embarrassing Sexuality Realization Story

Or- "How an IMVU SRP Made Me Realize I was Bisexual"

(tw for some of my extremely irresponsible online behavior when I was a minor. brief mentions of sex and sex toys)

Flashback: it's sometime in the early 2010’s, I’m the token straight friend in my extremely queer middle school friend group. Gender feelings are bouncing around in my head like the DVD logo and just haven’t hit any corners yet. I’ve acknowledged them and promptly ignored them, which will continue until around the age of 17. My best friend has entered yet another extremely expensive video game hyperfixation, and expected the rest of the group to follow suit. First it was the Sims, then gacha rhythm games, and finally IMVU. They had, by this point, sunk hundreds (yes hundreds) of dollars into character cosmetics thanks to their parents, while the rest of the group looked on in awe. Of course, I did what any middle schooler in a deeply unhealthy homoerotic friendship would do and downloaded the stupid game. 

Now if you weren’t a weird little tween at around the same time that I was, you might be wondering what IMVU even is. It’s a social simulator, very similar to what VR chat would become in the future. You would make an avatar, decorate a house, join a room someone has decorated to look like a park or a nightclub, and chat with other users like you were in whatever setting the room portrayed. 

I was very interested in the avatars at the time, since the feminine ones were heavily stylized and very attractive to the emo middle schooler on the other side of the screen…no need to unpack that. It felt scandalous, dressing the virtual manifestation of myself in fishnets and crop tops. Giving them long dyed hair, black lipstick, and dark eyeshadow. I was prepared to slam my laptop closed at the first sign of my bedroom door opening, and I didn’t know why.

Me and my friend played around for a bit, but eventually they got bored, and I decided to go online on my own. Like many young people with unfettered access to the 2010’s internet, I’d found my way into generally more spicy corners of the internet. Because I specifically was, and am, a giant nerd, that meant I naturally found my way into RP communities. So here I am, staying home from church on a Sunday evening due to a freak muscle spasm, anxiously typing “S.R.P” into the IMVU search bar. After a few failed attempts, I struck up conversation with a girl sporting a preppy female avatar. At this point, I was tired, I was bored, and I was determined to make this work somehow; so when she asked if I wanted to move to dm’s, the implications of imagining sex with a woman was the furthest concern from my mind. I told myself that it didn’t matter, that this was probably a random guy getting his rocks off anyways, that because it was online, it didn’t mean anything about me. 

Boys, I had a revelation. 

What came of this was two girls who knew jack shit about sex trying to figure out how to write a sex scene, it wasn’t hot, we were middle schoolers in places we shouldn’t have been. I didn’t know what a dildo even was. I had to ask for a definition. 

I thought about it for the rest of the night. 

At first I considered it might just be the embarrassment that I had such a monumental writing fuckup (I mean GOD who doesn’t know what a dildo is.), but I wasn’t shameful, I wasn’t kicking myself. I just kept turning it over and over in my head. When the revelation came, it wasn’t monumental, my heart didn’t plummet to the bottom of my stomach, I didn’t fear for my eternal soul (the religious trauma would poke its head up years later), I didn’t cry, I didn’t cheer. I simply sat back in my chair, shut my laptop screen, and thought,

“Huh…do I like girls?”

I knew the word bisexual, my friends were all queer, I wrote fanfiction as a hobby and had a very active Wattpad account thank you very much. This wasn’t a new concept, but it was never a possibility for me. Somehow, I never considered that I could even feel that way about a woman, but the desire fit like a glove when I gave it a name. 

Honestly, part of me wishes I could tell you I was so conflicted there in the moment, that I sobbed, that I clawed through all of my internalized homophobia and biphobia early, that I fought as a child to accept myself as an adult, give you some emotional catharsis, but I didn’t. Truthfully, late at night, lit in a warm glow by the little pink lamp on my desk, I came out to myself silently. 

“I guess I’m bisexual.” 

I still remember the exact thought. 

I would proceed to deal with years of internalized and external biphobia, years of unpacking my compulsory heterosexuality, years of wrestling with religious trauma in the light of my self discovery…

But

At that moment, in the quiet of the night, I was happy, I was unconflicted, I was bisexual, and for a brief, beautiful moment, that felt like home.

[xxnaiad-s]

Hii, I’m a new follower so I hope I can join the event,, but your writing is so nice!!

My favourite chara is daishou!! (absolutely whipped for him omg (and his girlfriend OMG))

I’ll give you both something i love abt my self, and smth I’m still working on, I really love my tummy, idk what it is, it’s just so nice to me, not too flat, and very soft, I’ve got that healthy little pouch where all the organs are lmao :) whereas I’m still trying to love are the stretch marks all around my hips and down my legs (like they legit go all the way down the inside of my legs, it’s weird) I know they are completely natural, but I don’t see them on my friends a lot and it makes me a little self conscious :/ (but I’d rather just joke about them to others then admit this)

A little bit about me is that I’m a very easy going person, not wanting to be involved in drama, and im quite friendly and can get along with pretty much everyone, but a little anxious.

I’m a relatively quiet person when I’m a group, I’d rather just listen then engage in the conversation, but if it’s just the two of us? I won’t stop talking. When im comfortable with someone I turn into a menace tho, constantly teasing and joking, it’s how I show love <3

My love language (other that teasing) is quality time and physical touch, I love being around those I love.

As for NSFW,,, I’m a big fan of the idea of having my hands held above my head + some light choking, probably in missionary

My ideal date with daishou might sound a bit plain or boring but id want it to be something mundane and domestic- something like driving around at night (watching his face as the street lamps light him up in pretty colours) and then getting McDonald’s or smth to eat in the moonlight at a park. It doesn’t take much to make me happy, but the idea of this makes me so giddy for some reason <33

Thankyou in advance, I hope I’m not too late for this :) <3 enjoy your night/day wherever you are!

hello my dear! thank you very much for requesting by me and for following me! i’ll admittedly need to do a bit of research on daishou — it’s been so long since i’d seen him and i want to do the best i can!

//two videos into research: huh… i don’t think ive ever thought about his smug grin and those sharp teeth as much as i have today… what is this power that these volleyball men hold over us? is it sorcery?? witchcraft???

╰┈➤starlit wanderlust — daishou x bailey

╰┈➤ song — like your god by mehro

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 suguru’d gotten the impression that you were fairly quiet for someone managing a 2.v league volleyball team. while you took very good care of everyone, you didn’t ever pass much time with them outside of practice

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 even during group dinners, you seemed more than content to listen to all the players talk and enjoy laughs amongst themselves while you ate in silence. you’d just always seemed a bit polite and reserved, and he’d always find himself wondering after you and the things on your heart. he wants to know more about you, his curiosity coasting on liquid courage and the taste of cold beer, and he takes the first step.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 you smile at him as he shifts closer to you, and he’s so terribly startruck and he prays that it isn’t too obvious as he asks if you wanted to get out of the confined eating room. there’s some kind of relief he sees in your eyes that melts his smirk into something far softer as you both sneak through the sliding doors, thankful that the noise is covered up by his team’s cheers.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he sees you take this really deep breath, stretching your hands above your head as an invisible weight falls off from your shoulders. you explain to him that you’ve only felt a bit drained by the day’s events, all evident by the furrow of your brows and the relieved smile you give him as you tell him thank you.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 suguru doesn’t want the night to end just yet though. he’s eager to spend this one on one time with you, where he can perhaps see a bit beneath the layers of the kind and caring manager that quietly looks after her team, and he prays once more for that very same liquid courage as he asks if you’d wanna grab a bite. “it’s still pretty early, and i know you hadn’t eaten much while we were in there.”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 you can’t help but wonder how long he’d been watching you, because you really were playing around a bit with your food while sitting with everyone. you hadn’t had much of an appetite at the time, but when suguru suggests burgers, you give in to your growling stomach and fluttering heart, and you let him take you by the hand to a nearby mcdonald’s

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 you learn a lot more about one another over shared fries and burgers dripping in all kinds of different sauces by the beach. laughter melts into the sounds of crashing waves and your eyes twinkle beneath the moonlight as suguru recounts stories of high school feuds. you offer him a side hug when he opens up about harder things, hoping that you can provide some comfort for this sweet individual who’d always kept his eyes on you.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 a friendship blooms there on beige brown sands, and overtime, it becomes frequent escapes after each closing meeting, both of you laughing with hands intertwined while the rest of your team watches you grow closer together until, finally, suguru takes one final sip of that bravery tasting like french fries and lettuce drowning in ketchup, and he bites the bullet and finally asks you out.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 the two of you are near inseparable! every waking moment is filled with a kind of playfulness that courses through your veins like a drug, and it feels like laughter and teasing remarks, smells like shared inside jokes that shine right through your chest until you’re weak in the knees.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 there’s always a blanket in the back of suguru’s truck for the two of you to have on your midnight excursions to a nearby fastfood joint, both of you huddling to the back seat and setting up one of your phones with a video or series playing while you cuddle up together and enjoy your meals

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he learns just how much of a silly little tease you can be during moments when you’ll suddenly slap his hand away just before he bites down on his burger! the first time you do, he’s so caught off guard that he stares in disbelief at your scrunched up grinx he’s struggling to fight off his own laughter, but it’s hard as he fails to question your audacity with an open ketchup packet in hand

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 how can he even remain too serious when you’re laughing like the sound of bells?! there’s no fight in him as you push his attacks away, purely wanting to make you laugh more until your thighs were squeezing together as you tried to warn him through joyful tears that you’d pee yourself if he kept going. all he has to say is that you shouldn’t have misbehaved if you didn’t want retribution

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’d end up chasing you through the empty parking lot that night at 11pm. both of you will need to be up early for work the next day, but with you squealing and giggling as you try to wrestle out from his grip, tomorrow could stay away forever

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’ll punish you by nipping and kissing your cheeks while he tickles you until you’re apologizing and begging him to go easy on you.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’ll melt and forfeit only if you give him a kiss and share some of your fries with him! he’ll still let you cuddle up close to him despite your transgressions of course, but he’ll get you back by swiping ketchup across your nose while pretending to go in for a kiss. “didn’t feel too great now, did it!”

NSFW HEADCANONS

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 something that absolutely drives suguru wild is the way your body looks folded beneath his while your legs are wrapped round his waist. he thinks your tummy looks so damn cute that it makes his brain melt, especially watching how your entire body shakes as he fingers you through orgasm after orgasm while he bounds your hands above your head

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he can’t help the low groans he lets out while you’re screaming his name and begging him to slow down — the sheets beneath you are already soaked from you squirting over and over on his hand, but he keeps going, rubbing circles over your clit and slapping your pussy with his fingertips everytime you cum and make a mess.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 “uh-uh, stay right there, baby.. m’ not done with you yet.” he’ll tut at you if you start begging him and telling him it’s too much. “you can handle it, right? you have to, or else m’ not gonna give you my cock. gotta make you cream all over my fingers first.”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 and he says that, but he’s fully aware of how cruel he’s being to you — you’ve already gone and made such a big mess, after all. your thighs and ass are completely covered in your cum, sticky and slick and glistening so prettily while your hole squelches with each push of his fingers, but he wants more still. he can’t hold back his own moans while he’s feeling how your pussy walls practically squeeze him down to the knuckle, contracting around those digits like a vice each time he presses the tips up against your g-spot. “so fuckin’ tight, darlin’. hm? want my cock that bad, don’cha? gonna take good care of this pussy, baby, don’t you worry that pretty lil’ head of yours.”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he won’t give you his cock until you’re positively fucked stupid, till your brain’s nothing but mush and you start begging him mindlessly for him to fuck you. those pretty little cries of yours just get him going so much that it’s even hard for himself to hold back. his balls hurt and feel too damn sensitive with all the cum that’s just bursting to be let out inside your pretty little cunt, to the point where his erection feels too painful.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 there’s nothing in the world that can compare to the feeling he gets when he finally slides inside of you. his grip tightens around your wrist while his head hangs low, mouth wide open with dirty swears of your name. he doesn’t ever spare even a second before he starts pounding your walls — he’d held back for far too long, and he can’t find it within himself to hold back, not when this pretty little cunt feels so good wrapped around him.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’ll drop one palm from your wrists to squeeze the flesh of your waist and hips while he fucks you into the mattress, your skin slapping together not loud enough to hide all those dirty moans that you let out beneath him. and he’ll make you cum on his cock over and over till your body writhes and you’re too overstimulated, because maybe he’s a little bit greedy and pussydrunk and keeps wanting to tip you over your limits again and again.

mamba celebrates 100 — jjk and haikyuu selfship event!

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Share the dream babe. I sleep like a rock, don’t dream, and need to live vicariously.

damn that’s tough, I don’t dream a lot either but this was from a quick nap LMAO

OKAY I just want to say this was a DREAM nothing more. This shit’s not possible but bitch can a girl dream. @tvrgvryen babe you wanted to hear it so, here it is 💛🥲

SO I was with TGC in like those old shopping centres like first built in the early 2000s (very specific) and we’re just walking around like a normal couple, you know holding hands and shit. Then there was like this Blockbuster and we went to pick up some films to watch together, and we noticed this man like advertising something and all these couples heading to the back where he was. Tom was like “let’s go see babe” like begging me to go with him, and I eventually cave in.

This is where it gets weird…

So the product the guy was selling was literally a video or this tape that if you watch it you’re guaranteed to have the BEST LIKE UNEARTHLY sex ever. And Tom sees all these people just buying it, and then the guy goes “it’ll make the guys have fun & your girlfriend very fertile.” And me being me, I was like “Tom this is a scam” trying to drag him by his arm, but he was like let’s try and immediately buys it.

We then race back to our apartment and Tom immediately puts the tape on, I’m trying to put shit away but he lifts me over his shoulder and puts me down on the couch, right when the tape starts playing.

YALL WHEN I TELL YOU I CACKLED THIS NEXT PART WHEN I WOKE UP.

this shit was literally just all these like boring, 90s type of ads playing of food, like chocolate and sweets and chicken. It was so fucking weird but we both just sat and watched thinking it would be over soon and that’s when the real shit happens. The longer we waited we got into this like trance. 5 mins later, I look over at Tom and he looks back at me…

WHEN I TELL YOU I LEAPED ONTO HIS LAP, IM TELLING YOU I FUCKING LEAPT.

I was grinding so hard on his pants and he’s desperately trying to undo everything. We’re just fucking making out, tongues and all, pulling his hair and his fucking motorboating my tits.

Finally we get his pants off, and I must’ve been wearing like a really short dress, and he literally rips apart my thong and shoved his dick so fucking deep into my cunt, I swear I felt something for like a split second bitch. Anyways he’s like DESPERATE, like literally thrusting up into me, his cock fucking THROBBING. And it was weird it was like I could see us fucking from afar, like out of body.

And I can see him grabbing my ass cheeks. But his fucking groans….. ughhhhhh like it was DEEP BITCH.

Then he pins me down onto the couch so I’m laying and he’s on top & he’s still fucking raw dogging it. I’m literally moaning and screaming his name, and I’m pretty sure I called him Aegon but like he wasn’t phased funnily enough.

Then like it spans to him fucking me up the wall, like my back is against it, and he’s keeping me up with his cock still in me and his thighs supporting me and his arms holding my thighs. Still fucking raw dogging it.

Mind you those fucking ads and cheerful songs are playing in the background, it gave me like those sex pollen fanfic vibes.

ANYWHO it sort of like time jumped and he’s back on the couch like finally coming to senses and it must’ve been a full week of this non stop sex, cause our house plants look wilted and the food that was out was off now. Like he even slept with his cock in me, tiny thrusts during the night, like a dog HAHAHAH.

And I took like a pregnancy test cause I came out of it earlier than he did, so when I saw he was back to his normal self. I sat beside him and was like “I’m pregnant”, and he was just nodding and smiling, his hand gripping my thigh, and he goes “it actually worked”.

AND THAT WAS IT!!!! Didn’t even get to the domestic part ���😭😭😭

I couldn’t take myself serious when I woke up 🤭

PS THIS IS WHAT HE LOOKED LIKE IN THE DREAM JUST FYI

[bekoobove]

Fazbear Fears #14: Find For Foxy

 …Lane takes advantage of a new mobile game to keep his son busy while he works, but begins to notice strange events occurring around the house…

 “Daaaaaad! I’m bored.”

 Lane quickly muted himself in the video meeting as Eddie barged into his office. He glared at the energetic boy. “What do you want to do about that? I’m in the middle of a meeting.”

 “Mom always plays games with me.”

 “Well, Mom didn’t have to work!” Lane groaned. “Now she does. Please, leave. This is important.”

 Eddie, deflated, left the room. As he did, Lane began to feel guilty about his overreaction. But what was he expected to do?

 Lane had worked from home for years, but recently the family had run into some money troubles. His wife, Sara, had managed to get a job, and they were making ends meet now. Still, that left Lane to keep an eye on Eddie once he got home from school, which was no small task. The kid could barely keep his focus on anything- toys, books, video games- and needed to be constantly entertained. Lane couldn’t work and play at the same time, leaving both of them frustrated with the new arrangement.

 Finally, the meeting ended, but Lane still had something to do. Apparently, the higher-ups wanted them to download some new communications app so they could stay up to date on projects.

 “Seriously?” Lane muttered as he opened the app store. “I don’t want to have homework. If you can’t tell me during the workday, then how important…”

 Lane trailed off as he noticed the app the store was featuring: some sort of mobile game featuring the character Foxy the Pirate Fox.

 Seeing the character made Lane think of Eddie. He loved Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, and all the characters, but none more than Foxy. He’d even gotten mad when Fazbear Entertainment cut him from the new band in favor of some wolf character. It was for that reason that Eddie had no interest in going to their new, big attraction despite it being pretty close. Instead he preferred their small town’s Pizzeria which still prominently featured the scallywag fox playing the drums and telling tales from the high seas.

 That train of thought led to another- Eddie had never been bored in the slightest by Foxy. Maybe this app could keep him entertained? Lane went to the app’s page for more detail. In the description, there was more information:

 From the development team behind the Princess Quest Trilogy comes an exciting collaboration with Fazbear Entertainment: Find For Foxy, a unique AR experience!

 Foxy may be the world’s greatest pirate, but now he needs your help on a new treasure hunt! Foxy will present you with a household item that you need to find. Once you do, scan it with your phone. Find enough items, and you could even win fun Freddy Fazbear prizes!

 Download for free today! You’ll never be bored again!

 Lane grinned. This sounded like exactly what he’d needed!

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  “Argh, matey! It’s me, Foxy the Pirate Fox! Will you help me on the treasure hunting adventure of a lifetime?”

 Eddie squealed with excitement as he looked at the phone he held in front of him. There, superimposed on the living room on the screen, was Foxy, dressed in his finest blue overcoat and pirate hat. Lane, looking over Eddie’s shoulder, was impressed- the AR blended with the real environment really well.

 “That’s splendid!” Foxy said, the designers clearly having banked on excited kids responding to him. “The first thing you need to find is a chair! Scan it with your device, and I'll make sure it’s the right object.”

 “Go on, bud.” Lane encouraged Eddie, nodding towards the nearby armchair.

 “I’ll get it, Foxy!” Eddie cheered. He moved closer and focused the phone’s camera on the chair. The image on the screen lit up, and Foxy appeared in front of it.

 “Well done, Matey! That’s a chair if I’ve ever seen one!” Foxy patted the chair with his hook.

 “Now, it’s time to look forward, and choose the treasure that waits at the end of this hunt!”

 A new screen popped up on the phone, revealing a list of missions. They were mostly the same, simply tasking the player with finding more objects depending on the quality of the prize. Eddie could win Faz-Coins and merch coupons, redeemable at any Fazbear Pizzeria.

 Lane rolled his eyes. “Lure ‘em in with free stuff, and the kids demand you buy a bunch of other things in the game...” he muttered under his breath. He hid his annoyance and clapped Eddie on the shoulder. “What treasure are you gonna go for?”

 Eddie gasped. “The Foxy Visit!” He selected the mission.

 Lane looked at the screen and gasped. “You need to find five hundred things to win that prize. Are you sure?”

 “Yeah! The Foxy Visit sounds great!”

 Lane remembered a party they’d had at the restaurant once where they’d reserved a visit with Foxy. He supposed this was the same thing.

 “Alright, bud.” Lane smiled. “It’ll take some time, but I know you can do it.”

 Eddie and Lane heard the garage door rumbling open. “Sounds like Mom’s back from work. Let’s get some dinner ready, huh?”

 Eddie agreed. When Sara walked through the door, Eddie was already so excited to tell her about Foxy talking to him.

 Lane mentally patted himself on the back. He’d made the right choice.

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 The next week was a busy one for Eddie and a peaceful one for Lane. Not only was he able to work without interruption, he had enough time to read and watch his shows. It seemed he’d have even more peaceful days, too.

 Lane avoided talking to Eddie about the game too much (most conversations about it ended with incessant requests for a ten dollar skin for Foxy) but from what he understood, the hunts got harder as time went on. Now instead of chairs, he’d be asked to find a book with an animal in the title or a yellow flower. That’s right, some of the hunts even needed him to go outside. In one fell swoop, Lane had permanently ended Eddie’s boredom and made him get some fresh air! It was almost too good to be true.

 On Sunday evening that week, Lane was feeling peckish. He decided to grab some Cheezy Squares, his favorite chips, from the pantry to snack on. But when he looked inside, he realized they weren’t there.

 Eddie was coming down the stairs, and Lane shouted to him. “Hey, Eddie, did you finish off the Cheezy Squares?”

 Eddie shook his head.

 “Well, what happened to them, then? Mom doesn’t like them, so she didn’t eat them.”

 “I don’t know.” Eddie scratched his head. “I haven’t seen them since this afternoon. I found them for Foxy, but I didn’t touch ‘em or anything.”

 Lane chuckled. “Well, maybe Foxy ate them. I bet pirates love cheese.” He was a little disappointed, especially since he had to settle for some pretzels.

 “Maybe I did something with them.” Lane thought to himself as he snacked on the salty twists. “I can sometimes be forgetful…”

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 “But not this much.” Lane stammered as he stared at the empty spot where his TV usually hung on the wall.

 Things had been going missing all the time for the past few days. Books, kitchenware, food- they’d all disappeared without a trace. But this made it clear there was more to it than bad luck and a spotty memory.

 “Aww, man.” Eddie groaned from the couch. “I wanted to watch the ninja show.”

 Lane sighed. “Eddie, I don’t suppose you’ve seen it recently…” Lane braced for the answer he’d received at least two dozen times this week.

 “I found it for Foxy.” Eddie explained. “But I’m not doing anything with them other than scanning with them, like I told you.”

 “Yeah, sure.” Lane said, annoyed. He couldn’t truly be mad at Eddie, because his idea was ridiculous. It wasn’t like Eddie had actually been stuffing the missing objects in his phone or anything. But it felt like too much of a coincidence. “Listen, Eddie, Mom is getting scared. She’s worried people are breaking in, and I’m starting to feel the same way.”

 “Breaking in to steal cups and Cheezy Squares?”

 “Fair.” Lane admitted. “So you promise you don’t know about any of this?”

 “Yeah, Dad. Geez.”

 Lane took a deep breath. “Ok. I’m going upstairs to watch the TV in the bedroom. Go to bed soon, it’s almost 10:00.”

 Lane trudged up the stairs in a daze. He pushed open his bedroom door, only to hear a strange noise: a rough scraping from above.

 Lane slowly looked up. There was nothing directly above him- instead, it seemed to be coming from the attic.

 Lane had always despised that place. Hardly the most mature fear a man could have, but who cared? To him, it was nothing more than a labyrinth of forgotten junk covered in cobwebs and dust.

 “Maybe something just fell?” He desperately tried to convince himself. Nope- the scraping continued, and it seemed to be moving.

 Heart racing, Lane walked over to the trapdoor, on the ceiling near Eddie’s room. He pulled the cord, opening the door and causing the retractable ladder to shoot towards him. It hit the floor with a BANG. The scraping stopped, and there was the new noise of an enormous CRASH- like now something had fallen.

 As he began to climb, Lane called out. “Hey! If you’re up there, show yourself.” He tried to sound threatening, but struggled to keep the panic out of his voice.

 He gripped the attic’s wooden floor and pulled himself through the hole. Above him, there was another cord, this one for the light. Hands shaking, he turn it on, looking to where he’d heard the crash-

 And saw a pile of random stuff. Confused, he looked around the musty room. There was no sign of an intruder or a break in.

 Eventually he focused back on the pile, and realized something. The objects were the things that had gone missing all week.

 It was the box of Cheezy Squares that first alerted him to this, crumpled under the weight of all the other items. A few cups came loose from the pile, and rolled down it. An umbrella, a fireplace poker, and a rusty shovel poked from the mass. There were items that seemed to have come from outside- dried up leaves and plants, an old dirty baseball, and even a small frog, which looked dead. And, sitting on top, the most recent addition to this bizarre collection, the TV.

 From behind him, Lane could hear someone else coming up the ladder. He turned to see Eddie. “Dad, I heard the crash, what’s- woah, what is all that stuff?”

 In a rage, Lane turned and grabbed Eddie by the shoulders. “Oh, don’t play dumb! You know what this is. This is all the stuff you ‘found’ for Foxy.”

 Eddie looked at the pile. “Well, yeah, I guess. How did it get up here?”

 “Clearly you put everything here!” Lane yelled right in Eddie’s face. “You thought you needed to steal stuff for that Foxy Visit, because you’re a dumb kid who can’t go ten minutes without messing something up!”

 Tears formed in Eddie’s eyes. “B-but I didn’t do it. How could I move a huge TV?”

 “Don’t know, so how about you tell me! It couldn’t have been anyone else.” He spotted Eddie’s phone hanging out of his pocket, and snatched it from him.

 “What are you doing?” Eddie gasped.

 “I’m deleting this stupid app! It’s messing with your head.” Lane held his finger on the app until the X icon appeared in the corner. He pressed it, preparing to watch the app blink out of existence.

 Instead, there was a strange popup: Error: Action Failed.

 Confused, Lane clicked on the X a few more times, but kept receiving the same popup. Trying to sound unbothered to Eddie, he said, “Well, until we can fix whatever’s wrong with this, you can’t have this phone.”

 “But Dad!” Eddie begged. “I’ve almost earned the Foxy Visit! I just need to find one more item.”

 “Well then you shouldn’t have ripped our TV out of the wall.” Calming down a little, Lane tried to reason with him. “If you really wanted to visit Foxy at the Pizzeria, you could have just asked. We might’ve taken you.”

 Eddie quieted for a moment before speaking. “But Dad, the prize isn’t us visiting Foxy. It’s Foxy visiting us.”

 Lane stared, suddenly creeped out. “What do you mean- like in a private party room?”

 Without answering, Eddie turned, walked over to the trapdoor, and climbed back down the ladder. Within seconds, Lane could hear him climbing into his bed and flicking the light off.

 Lane gazed at the phone, at the app, with its icon of Foxy grinning roguishly. He’d never noticed just how sharp the character’s teeth were.

 Lane left the attic, closing the trapdoor behind him (he’d bring all the junk down tomorrow). When he returned to his bedroom, he tucked the phone away in a drawer. Exhausted, he fell into bed beside his already snoring wife, and was overcome by sleep.

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 Lane jolted awake. He swore he’d heard a noise.

 He turned to look at the digital alarm clock on his bedside table. In glowing green numbers, it read 11:18.

 As he rubbed his eyes, Lane stumbled out of bed and stubbed his toe on something. “Arghhh- crap!” he said reflexively, trying to be as quiet as possible. He looked down, and realized he’d hit a drawer that’d been pulled out of the dresser.

 It was the one he’d stored the phone in, and it was missing.

 Lane growled. “Eddie, I know you took it!” He stumbled out of their bedroom, scanning the hall outside it for the boy. “I don’t care about your stupid Foxy quest, all that matters is that you’re in big trouble!”

 Sure enough, the phone sat on the ground, its screen still glowing. But Eddie was nowhere in sight.

 Growing worried, Lane kneeled down and picked up the phone. Foxy was congratulating the player for finding a box of tissues- and the one that normally sat on a nearby table was missing.

 “Argh, matey!” the fox cheered. “Ye found all 500 items, and so ye won the treasure. I’m on my way over right now! This visit will be fun- you’ll never be bored again!”

 From behind him, Lane heard a crash. He turned to see the attic trap door had slammed open, and the ladder fell out. Then, another object fell from the hole- a box of tissues.

 “Is that you up there? Eddie?” Lane called out- a call that represented his last hope, that everything was normal and the family was safe.

 A hope that was quickly shut down.

 A tidal wave of junk- all the found items- came tumbling down from the attic. But the objects weren’t content to slouch into another harmless pile- no, they began shifting, twisting around each other, creating an oversized, beastly form.

 A black goo bled out from the objects, acting as a glue to hold the horrifying creature together. Finally, the groaning and shifting stopped, and the new junk monster was complete. Appropriately, it resembled Foxy- if Foxy was a couple of fox animatronics torn to pieces and put back together again in a nine-foot tall display of mechanical horror. The mass stumbled forwards on several skinny legs, waving its hooks and arms at Lane. It had at least two heads he could see, which gnashed their teeth formed of sharp pencils, needles, and small knives.

 From one of its mouths, a gravelly, grinding version of Foxy’s usually cheerful voice spoke. “YER OL’ PAL FOXY’S HERE, MATEY! THANKS FOR ALL THIS RAW MATERIAL, I’LL MAKE THE MOST OF IT!”

 Horrified, Lane stuttered. “W-where’s Eddie? What did you do with Eddie?”

 The junk Foxy was silent until it was within a foot of him, cornering him against a wall. Eventually it answered: “NOT YOUR PLACE TO KNOW, SCALLYWAG. BUT I CAN PROMISE YOU THIS- HE’LL NEVER BE BORED AGAIN. AND NEITHER WILL YOU!”

 In one sudden movement, it wrapped its jaw around Lane’s neck. For a moment, just a moment, Lane felt the cold black ooze dripping from its mouth and fangs. He wondered what it was.

 There was a horrific CRUNCH, and it was GAME OVER.

[harrys-only-angel333]

Answering this cuz I’m bored

1. My favourite DR is my fame one. I’m permashifting to it and I’m gonna be in a band I adore (1D)! I’m not famous when I first shift though so I’ll have to wait for a bit but at least I’ll meet my bandmates :D

2. My weirdest DR would probs be Gumball. Idk why I even had a script for it, but it was a DR where I intend/ed to cause mass chaos because that’s basically what the shoe is at this point

3. Nope, though I did consider having a Hogwarts x random celebrity DR at one point. Just having all my favourite celebs/people at Hogwarts with me idk. I didn’t end up scripting it though

4. I’m permashifting to my fame one, but if I wasn’t permashifting, the DR I’d be most nervous to go to would probably be my MCU one because…y’know, I could get seriously injured. No shit, but still

5. My Hogwarts one. It was my first DR and it holds a special place in my heart :)

6. Again, my fame DR! I feel at home with those boys/my bandmates <3

7. I have my fame DR and…yeah, that’s it

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1. Four or five I think

2. Nope. I’m a teenager in most of my DRs so I probably won’t get married for a long time

3. If you don’t count Malfoy in my Hogwarts DR, which is fair, then no. I have some haters in my fame DR (then again all celebs do) but I don’t really like causing drama so I don’t have any beef

4. When I shift, I’m most excited to see all my bandmates. Especially my s/o but all of them in general tbh cuz I love them all :)

5. I haven’t shifted yet so idk

6. We’re chaotic asf and act really immature, pretty sure none of us aged mentally at all. But at the same time, we can have serious conversations and are there for each other when we need it

7. My family in my DR are my CR family, except I might script I have an older sibling or sum since I hate being the oldest

8. Simon Cowell but he exists here so does that even count idk

9. Probs Niall :)

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1. Probably either my Hogwarts DR or my fame DR

2. I had this one the other day. I was in the studio and I saw the lads. I was playing a song I didn’t know on the guitar

3. The Julia Method! It’s the one I’ve had the most results with too

4. Me and the lads decided to play sardines just before a show. I was the last one left and I ended up finding all five of them crammed in this tiny cupboard. I took a picture of them and posted it on Twitter without context and watched as the fans grew more and more concerned, until after the show when I broke it to them what we were doing really casually, as if these over dramatic fans of mine weren’t losing their minds

5. That I can do the moonwalk, I can make impressions of every single fictional character/celebrity, and I can rap that one verse in ‘Rap God’ by Eminem (I really dunno why I scripted that one)

6. Actually being able to experience a different reality aside from the dull (and slightly shitty) one I have here

7. I had to go on X Factor in my DR. I scripted that I sing ‘Since U Been Gone’ by Kelly Clarkson and I hit that high note (which may have been surprising cuz I was 16 when I did that audition idk). Anyway, everyone loved it for some reason and when I went to bootcamp, loads of people went up to me and gushed about how awesome my audition was HELP

8. I watch interviews/random videos of the lads. I also make fake tweets sometimes and stuff like that. I also keep a diary in this reality that’s in the pov of my DR self so that kinda helps

9. I have my CR pets, and I also have Guinea pigs because they’re so soft and small and I just wanna squeeze themmm (not to death tho)

10. I scripted like everything bad (war, racism, homophobia, paedophilia, ect) don’t exist. But another thing I scripted was that every single day is fun. Idk it just might make the DR more cheerful :)

Reality shifting ask prompts! Reblog this to encourage your followers to send you any of these asks ☺️ (you can always say no to answer some of them obviously!!) (and this includes me, you can send me asks too 🤭)

🏡DR TYPE RELATED🏡

🏰 what’s your favorite DR?

🛸 what’s your weirdest DR?

🎡 do you have any crossover/AU DRs?

🏔️ which DR are you most nervous to go to?

🛤️ which DR have you had for the longest time?

🏖️ which DR is the most comforting when you think about going there?

🛶 do you have any DRs that are NOT based on fictional worlds or some type of fame DR or waiting room?

👯 CC RELATED 👯

💕 how many S/Os do you have?

💍 are you married in any of your DRs?

🩴 do you have beef with anyone in your DR?

👑 if you have shifted, who was the first person you saw when you got to your DR? If you haven’t shifted, who are you most excited to see?

🧦 if you have shifted, are there any unknown/side characters that you made friends with?

🤝 what’s your friend group like?

👥 who is your family in your DR, if you have one?

🧛 is there anyone in your DR who scares you?

🫶 who is your favorite person in your DR that is NOT an S/O?

👜 MISCELLANEOUS 👜

✍️ which one of your scripts is most detailed/you’re most proud of?

💤 what was the last dream you had that was related to your DR?

🪁 what’s your favorite method?

🎭 what’s your favorite scenario that you have scripted?

🏄 what are some unnecessary talents that you have scripted for yourself?

🍭 what are you most looking forward to when it comes to shifting?

☀️ why is shifting important to you?

🌍 what’s the most “center of attention” scenario that you have scripted?

☔️ what helps you not give up when you have failed attempts?

🐶 do you have any pets in your DR?

🧃 what’s something you think everyone should add to their script but no one thinks of?

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The Down Under Queens have a message for Bob the Drag Queen

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The Down Under Queens have a message for Bob the Drag Queen

With season four of Drag Race Down Under about to drop, the Queens have a message for naysayer Bob The Drag Queen

When it comes to the worldwide Drag Race franchise, Down Under is never given the dues it deserves.

And while our Down Under Queens are often the butt of jokes online, Season four has shown they know how to play along.

Ahead of the premier, they drop a video on socials, calling on Bob the Drag Queen to give Down Under a chance.

Last year Bob’s TikTok stating ‘I’m so bored I could watch Drag Race Down Under’ went viral.

And although it’s all in jest (we hope), plenty of people jumped in the comments to agree.

While making camp content for their socials at the cast launch of Season Four, the Queens filmed a message for Bob.

In a hilarious video, they called on Bob to give season four a chance.

They even offered to pay Bob’s WOW Presents Plus subscription for two months.

That’s 10 US Dollars.

And the way the dollar is at the moment, that’s a sacrifice!

The Season 8 winner posted ‘Maybe y’all will be fun’ in the comments of the video.

Could this fan the winds of change for Drag Race Down Under?

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‘Give more love to all the girls from Down Under’

Earlier this month we spoke with Drag Race Down Under Season 3 Winner Isis Avis Loren.

Who thoughtfully and calmly called those who underestimate Drag Race Down Under “a bunch of assholes”.

Calling on people to support their local franchise, giving the show, and the contestants more love.

“Queer people from down under need to be supporting these girls.”

“Show them love, see their shows and interact with them online.” Isis said

Read the full interview here.

But the question remains, is that something you are going to do?

With the first episode of the new season dropping this Friday on STAN, do the Queens competing have your support?

After all, by this time tomorrow one of them will be gone?

Want to follow them on instagram, you can find them easily here.

While a lot of the magic can be found in their instastories, some of the queens have been getting very creative.

Brenda Bressed has been building up her YouTube Channel, with a fantstic behind the sceens look at the launch.

It also has some great tea from their experiance on The Voice Australia.

Max the Drag Queen has dipped their toe into video content.

Max gets interviewed by local mean green machine Lynnduh on a spicy chicken parody spin off show “Fierce Ones”.

Get to know these down under drag queens whilst going up against their biggest opp… eating in drag!

And Lazy Susan (no stranger to socials content) gives us a peak in her hand bag.

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Who are you cheering on?

With Michelle Visage in the hosting chair the first episode of the new season drops on STAN on Friday.

Butyou don’t need to watch it alone.

You can catch screenings of Drag Race Down Under in your local venues with Season 4 Queens at the helm.

As well as where they will be performing from week to week.

We can’t wait to see the queens enter the Werk Room and entertain us.

But whether your purchasing merch, cheering them on at local gigs or from afar.

Remember the imortal words of Art Simone’s Kick Ons.

It’s entertainment.

A reality show where people put on wigs and try to be fabulous.

Watching it shouldn’t make you want to tell the people starring on the program to quit drag or worse.

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Read more:

Isis Avis Loren’s simple message to Drag Race Down Under critics

Drag Race Down Under unveils guest judges for season 4

Meet the new cast of Drag Race Down Under season 4

A US Drag Race superstar is cheering on Down Under’s Mandy Moobs

For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

[the-travelling-witch]

good morning! (or day/evening/night)

i'm glad you're doing well, and no need to thanks for water and coffee, i know it was needed eheh

again, i hope you can relax soon, i'll keep cheering for you! and no need to worry about what you will post next, your works are *chef's kiss* <3

now, i want to add a little to the adorable hcs i read: COLOURING THE GUYS' TATTOOS!! like, reader is bored or has nothing to do, so they grab coloured pencils and start filling the (eventual) empty/b&w tattoos their bf has, and said boyfriend is so proud they keep it like that for days till the colours go away by themselves!

also, i approve the "scara sticking his tongue out at you" thing, he's definitely someone who will do that, and I would do the same, maybe doing a raspberry too >:b (or however is called when you make a fart sound with your tongue between your lips, internet says "raspberry" but idk sounds stupid '^')

gotta go now, need to study ;-;

bye bye, holly! ♡

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good time of the day to you too hshsh <3

coffee is always much needed our coffee machine was broken this morning and it was hell and some people would argue i also need water but eh /lh

also you may not have seen it already but i decided to write some angst; it’s turning into some sort of ritual, i finish an exam —> i write angst jshshs also thank you ㅠㅠ

and OMG that’s so cute, i sometimes see videos like this and it just makes me melt, it’s so wholesome!! i think kazuha would totally let you colour his tattoos or add new ones around them and he’d show it off so proudly the next day; who says only the tattoo artists get to draw? :>

also, i see like a lot of tattoos were a friend, a lover or a family member drew or wrote something and people get that tattooed and just… xiao asking you to write i love you or draw a heart just to come back a day later with it tattooed on his ribs or his wrist or some intimate place… ahhh, i’m driving myself up the wall here !!

i think scara would chastise you at first for blowing a raspberry on him, he is a very serious guy and has a reputation to uphold, don’t you know that? please we all know you’re whipped, you can’t fool us hon

but sooner or later, when it’s just the two of you and maybe you’ve been play fighting or he’s been tickling you for some sort of snarky comment, he just kind of takes the opportunity to annoy you with your own weapons and from then on it’s game over, especially if you showed him a funny reaction

otherwise, i think he’d stick to the blep whereas i could see venti blowing a raspberry just like that hsjs

good luck with studying!! remember to take breaks and don’t overwork yourself!! <3

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