#this is alllllll making me want to make my own thing

[431989]

more resident alien posting. predictions... spoilers so beware

well. i'm upset that the shows going to have a difficult time having more serious scenes now. and that's probably what it's going to try and set itself up for.

i reaaaally would have loved to see this show do something ACTUALLY different and good. by different i mean in terms of writing and not necessarily drifting from source material. yes i'm still sour over last ep, but i wouldn't be AS sour if everyone on the show didn't treat harry and asta's relationship as "mother and child." and also if the show didn't take such a nose dive into the type of comedy it's putting out.

ALSO? IN A RECENT INTERVIEW? Sheridan going on to state that harry would lose his first """love""" (more like lust. awesome that a show trying to teach human emotion gets those two things mixed up) and then realize there's love everywhere or something? why does this feel like "weird" people are forever left to the role of outcasts. already fucked it up once i guess the guy's trying to fuck it up more. could've just left it at "he'll lose his first love, then he will have to reconcile with his feelings." but he had to drop in that last corny bit.

like. the show's source is already good. i don't understand all these decisions they're making to try and make it seem "unique." and now to get numbers back they're dumbing it way down. WHICH. BY DOING SO. HOW ARE YOU GOING TO HAVE YOUR DRAMA? like how am i supposed to take anything seriously in the show. i *could* in season 1 and parts of season 2, but now it's just whatever. it's too goofed up for me to care. and now people who love the goofy won't give two shits about whatever message you want to drop or plot you want to develop. i dont give a shit about the greys!!! i dont care what theyre doing!!!! who gives a fuck if theyll blow up the earth. none of the characters really care anymore either. oh well!!!

also, predictions kind of. i'm not trying to say this will be the be all end all but it certainly could be a turn the show takes. in one of the issues of the comic (suicide blonde i think), harry is investigating the "suicide" of a woman. by the end of the issue, he catches up with her ex-lover and ex-roommate. they were both ladies. and the girl who died had a drinking problem btw. and was constantly seeing boys. i'm all for gay couples on screen as a gay guy myself but it'll feel so cheap to pair darcy and asta together despite the way theyve been played on screen. maybe its doable. i don't know. but i genuinely could care less considering the overall tone of the show's drifted more towards a sitcom than anything else. i think the small handful of 40+ year old gay wine moms would probably love it, but the vast majority of viewers wont. either they'll hate it and say it's forced diversity (there's already people saying that about the gay couple on screen this past episode) or it'll be another nothing moment to a further nothing story. if anything it'd feel one step removed from tokenization, considering they see harry as a manchild. ableism! show's trying to seem fucking wholesome but they can't be bothered to care about their nd viewers. like "haha look we have a main gay couple!!! what do you *mean* our show has rampant ableist tropes, we have a gay couple!"

i'm just so bummed. the show's cornered itself into a sitcom so meaningful moments aren't a thing anymore. plus the comparison of harry to a child is really getting at me. like he's a grown man as a human, and hes a grown alien thing as an alien. it's such a big slap in the face to any person who cherished the witty and unique story telling of the first season... like.... i don't know.... people who would've been fans of the comic too? i have small gripes about the comic, but at least it takes itself more seriously. but the show runners haaate the people who read the comics. why? i dont know. well maybe i do know. probably seen as too nerdy and weird for their idea of the show's viewerbase. despite the fucking basis of the show being weird and nerdy.

they couldve done the darcy asta thing better if they do go down that road. i'm just saying i wouldn't be surprised. they already scared off everyone who would've cared for something like that, so i don't know how they'll manage to find an audience that cares. everything in s1 was so organic and felt real!!!!! now its just!!! nothing!!!!!!!!!!

im also thinking about the fact that after posting that one resident alien drawing i did, i've had to block tons of people because they're freaks. loud and proud conservatives. man this shit sucks.

[lovphobic]

first meal of the day at a humble 10pm. #adulting

[darkcircles4lyfe]

it's a story about hands (reprise)

Yeah, okay, today's the day.

I gave my blog that title for a reason, you know, and it has loomed over me for years because the hand motif is absolutely everywhere and you could go on about it forever.

Maybe that's something I'll never actually attempt to do, but this chapter, we reached a breaking point.

Before I continue, I need to give a big, big disclaimer: I do not have a physical disability, so I'm not able to speak about that from the standpoint of representation as a first-hand perspective. I have at least listened to enough disabled people to know that fictional characters who become amputees only to miraculously gain their limbs back is, um, a trope. Disabled people in general being "healed" is a conception we would really prefer to avoid here. Not to call people out, but I don't think we're giving enough space to acknowledge that.

I don’t feel comfortable making the judgement call about what should happen. I’m leaving that open. I also don't want to downplay people's emotional reactions. Honestly, I don't know if I can accurately define the line between acknowledging real pain vs. ableist pity. But I’d like to talk about the possibilities of what could happen. Other characters have definitely gotten permanent disabilities as a result of their hero work, or even just the side effects of their quirk. But, for better or worse, I don't think this case is really about representation. Not that Horikoshi won't do that justice. He might. What I'm saying is that's not his purpose for having Izuku lose his arms. It's meant to be symbolic, so we can explore what it means. The other thing I’m keeping in mind here is that Horikoshi is notorious for playing with our expectations, like, alllllll the time. I mean, just take a few chapters ago for a classic example. Eri appeared at the end, and we all assumed she was about to take some sort of action to save someone with her quirk. Then, immediately following, we were given an explanation for why that wouldn’t be happening. And now it’s clear he wanted to do that “fake out” not just as a silly cliffhanger prank, but specifically so we would know not to suspect that Eri could be the miraculous solution to Izuku’s loss of his arms. Rest assured, there is no easy way out of this.

The expectation at play in this particular instance is an old one. It’s very understated, but its subtext has burned so brightly, you’d be a fool not to notice it. It sits with anticipation like one half of a call and response. Man, I was so certain. Lots of people still are. I was really looking forward to printing the panel where it happened onto a t shirt and wearing it proudly. All the hand motifs in this story radiate thematically from a single moment, the one that started it all for Izuku.

It raises all kinds of questions about the act of saving, who needs saving, why, what does it mean, what are the dynamics of power, politics, honesty, exploitation, compassion, pity, disdain, sacrifice. Katsuki has dealt with many of these since he first rejected Izuku’s hand. While Izuku was the one who was convinced Katsuki would keep on rejecting him…

…Katsuki was the one who kept that moment in his mind all these years and eventually came to regret it.

Katsuki is the one yearning for that hand-hold, the one who has imbued it with so much more weight than it ever originally had. Izuku, in contrast, does not allow himself to dwell on what he wants. To illustrate this difference, we need to look at another piece of foreshadowing:

Ugh, do y'all remember when lots of folks were complaining about how there never seemed to be actual consequences for Izuku's destructive treatment of his own body? I don't blame them, I was concerned and confused about it too. There were several "fixes" along the way. Recovery Girl healed him, but left a physical reminder. Then he started training to fight with his legs… sometimes. Then he got support items. All of these were unsatisfying non-conclusions because they didn't present Izuku with a lasting enough impression to change in a meaningful way. They didn't address his core, his origin.

Of course, that all changed this chapter. Now it looks like our frustration was inflicted intentionally. With the current context in mind, all of these moments look more sinister, like this day was always gonna come because they kept putting bandaids on a deep emotional and psychological wound. The problem is pretty much spelled out for us here:

As Katsuki put it, he just doesn’t take himself into account, ya know? He doesn’t care what happens to him. And he lies about it, to keep others from worrying, to keep them safe. To keep them from returning the favor and putting themselves in harm’s way for his sake. His motivations are noble,

…but what about the little boy inside Izuku? Who saves him?

This is all about Izuku giving himself up to the point that he literally has no more to give. The thing is, I bet he saw this coming. He knew his limits and decided to keep going anyway, because his personal safety and wellbeing are not important. Now that way of thinking has come back to bite him because the fight isn’t over yet, and he’s already made his sacrifice. So now we know who will be more distraught over this. Not Izuku—Katsuki.

It’s not about Izuku becoming disabled, it’s about how Katsuki wanted to use the intertwining of their fingers to communicate that he would never let go. Never stop valuing him most. Never let himself make the mistake of rejecting him again. Never let Izuku be so reckless with his life. To say: “we are in this together.”…if only Katsuki believed he deserved to be able to say such things. To reach out his hand would have been the ultimate way to simply imply them and let Izuku be the one to decide. Then, to feel their hands clasped together would be more than either of them dared hope for, but so beautiful, so right. A moment they’ve waited their whole lives for.

Yeah. That’s what we were expecting. We’ve been so comfortable. Horikoshi gave us all the signs. He tempted and teased us over and over. BUT. You know he does this thing were he gives us a desirable, completely plausible and simple thing to look forward to, and then he snatches it away. And THEN he replaces it with something much better, something we were not expecting at all because it seemed too good to be true. That’s exactly what happened when Himiko snatched Izuku away, and we were robbed of the chance to see him and Katsuki fight together. In hindsight, though, I’m glad things went a different way because now there’s so much more depth and angst on display. Likewise, in the present moment, we may consider how, as one door closes, another opens.

As wonderfully meaningful as the hand-hold would have been, perhaps it is still too simple a resolution for Izuku, for his and Katsuki’s relationship. Tbh, it could have been done like 100 chapter ago. At this point, there’s so much more potential. There are a couple of ways it could go. If Izuku stays armless, Katsuki will be forced to use other methods to get his point across. He’ll have to do something else, or say what he means, or both. Yes, I’m talking about what you think I’m talking about. If I say it, I just might jinx it (lol), but I mean it. I’m being serious. Either way, if Izuku did get his arms back in the end, I’m sure that it wouldn’t be an easy fix. It would be hard-won against Izuku’s self-destructive mindset, and/or by Katsuki’s conviction. Again, I say this knowing it is not meant so much as a representation of disability, but as a representation of Izuku’s greatest character flaw taken to the extreme. I know this might sound harsh, like, hasn’t he been through enough? I get that, but… I’ve said it before and I say it again: Izuku is stubborn as hell.

I wish I had a resounding final note to end this on, but I kinda don’t. I’m not sure what’s best. Now we just have to wait and see what Horikoshi has in mind.

[harrysgal]

I DIG YOUR CINEMA (6)

harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker — social media AU

About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. She’s also a fan of Harry’s music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.

Disclaimer: The story it’s set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I won’t be basing myself on Harry’s actual posts.

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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 6) — PHILLY AND DC

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yourinstagram sorry guys, had to visit my parents really quick to meet the new addition to the family. i also went over to my best friend just so she could tell me ‘i told you so’, did some thinking while staring through the window, and had some quality time catching up with my niblings. everything went great and it got me all excited for what’s coming next :D i honestly cant believe how lucky i am to have all these great people around me. 

now im back to duty and ready to spread all my love around, so… who wants some? 

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user7 YESSSSSSS HIIIIII THERE YOU ARE!!! user13 omg did your parents get a puppy??? 🥹 harryfan3 when i got to the end of the caption tho !!!!! 

↳ harryfan11 right?! so SASSY omg i love this woman

anthonypham 🙋‍♂️

↳ lookitsnyoh 🙋🏼‍♀️ ↳ paulithepsm 🙋🏿‍♂️ ↳ pillowpersonpp 🙋‍♀️ ↳ mitchrowland 🙋‍♂️ ↳ _basselin 🙋‍♀️ ↳ glenne_azoff 🙋‍♀️ ↳ jefezoff 🙋‍♂️ ↳ harryfan5 STOP THEY’RE ALL HERE TO SUPPORT HER 😭 ↳ harryfan64 Harry isnt tho ↳ user9 they alllllll want some love lmao i love it ↳ harryfan64 not Harry tho. bc he didn’t comment  ↳ harryfan27  ＠harryfan64 for the love of God just stop you’re embarrassing our fandom 

user1 im glad to see you here. hope you’re feeling our support 🥰❤️ harryfan YOU’RE SOOOOOO  loveynrry this is why we haven’t seen her around with harry then :’) bc she took some days off 

↳ user13 no bc the fact that he probably gave her some days off after what happened is so sweet :’) ↳ harryfan80 or maybe he just didn’t want to be linked to her anymore so he sent her away ↳ loveynrry ＠harryfan80 fuck off from my comment 

user5 yn really said “fuck you for posting that shit” and that’s why she’s so awesome  bestfriend miss you already <3 bestfriend we’re the lucky ones btw  bestfriend also ily 

↳ user4 you two are the coolest i want to be friends with you too ↳ harryfan17 okay but what were you right about tho 👀

harryfan18 This is so childish 🙄 you could just address the rumors instead of adding more to them yknow 

↳ harryfan25 how is she adding more to the rumors? just curious ↳ harryfan18 When she makes jokes about it but doesn’t say things aren’t true she’s allowing them to keep the narrative going  ↳ harryfan25 she never allowed them to “start” with this narrative, tho ↳ harryfan18 Maybe not. But now she’s clearly aware of what’s happening and what they’re saying so she could put a stop to it instead of making jokes about it ↳ harryfan25 honestly I don’t think she would be able to stop them but ok  ↳ harryfan74 She clearly wants the attention so of course she won’t stop the rumors 

harryfan26 very funny but do you have a bf or not????   user15 WE LOVE YOU ❤️ 

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harryupdates Harry out in Philadelphia with some friends! 

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harryfan31 awwww he’s so happy  harryfan35 yasssss my love <3 can’t wait to see you tomorrow!!! harryfan18 no yn around FINALLY 

↳ harryfan56 good. she should stay with that bf of hers and away from him ↳ harryfan48 I knew Harry would put a stop to that whole fiasco after the truth came out  ↳ harryfan52 yep. and I’m pretty sure we’ll slowly fully stop hearing about her 

harryfan15 can people leave yn out of their mouths pls 🙄 

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yourinstagram what a crazy crazy busy day! didnt think i’d have time to walk around the city this time but turns out i did and omg!! im glad i was wrong bc philly you’re truly GORGEOUS <3 

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loveynrry can’t believe yn went to a museum and harry wasn’t there lol harryfan5 omg i’m going to the show in DC and I’M SO EXCITED harryfan5 would it be okay if I approached to say hello?? dont want to make you uncomfortable I just love your videos so much Id love to talk to you about it

↳ yourinstagram omg yesss that’d be totally okay! you’re so sweet for asking <3 see you at the show! ↳ harryfan5 omg???? STOPSJFNAK  ↳ harryfan3 GIRL SHE REPLIED ↳ harryfan5 I know stop I’m losing my mind I DIDN’T EVEN THINK SHE’D SEE IT OMG

harryfan49 WHERE’S HARRY?!!

↳ harryfan66 living his own life bc he finally realized what a shitshow she is

user1 😍 so pretty! it must be amazing to get to know all these places

↳ yourinstagram it is! its been one of my favorite parts of this job for sure :)))

harryfan54 You’re not fooling anyone we all know Harry wasn’t with you 

↳ user3 ??? she never said Harry was with her?? ↳ harryfan54 C’mon she keeps posting all these vague things just so people wonder about it ↳ user5 you should see a doctor. istg this can’t be healthy 

harryfan72 isn’t it funny how after those headlines came out we didn’t see harry and yn together anymore ☠️ user5 can harrys fans leave this comment section? WE DON’T WANT YOU HERE SO GTFO

↳ harryfan3 i swear not all of us are like this :( ↳ user5 no omg i know that :( i’m sorry it’s just annoying to see these comments taking over her posts thats all ↳ user17 also the fact that she replied to some people shows she’s reading things :( ↳ user9 istg if yn stops interacting with us because of them… 😠 ↳ harryfan3 yeah i get it guys :( i wish there was a way to stop them  ↳ harryfan19 I hope she at least knows how many of us really like her 

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harryupdates Harry and Yn out in DC this morning!

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harryfan5 stopppppp user9 oh i love this! harryfan9 MY BABIES 😍 harryfan78 you can’t even see their faces so how do you know it’s really him? 

↳ harryfan68 it’s not them lol ↳ harryupdates It’s 100% him. The fan who saw them also took a picture with Harry but asked us not to post it.  ↳ harryfan78 right 👍 how convenient lmao

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yourinstagram im supposed to fall asleep but im too excited so here’s a post with some glimpses of this long and marvelous day

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iloveyn respectfully, those are legs for days 🫡 harryfan the way i just GASPED!!   loveynrry i LIVE for the concept of pictures 1 and 3 being on the same photodump  harryfan3 MOTHER bestfriend 🔥 bestfriend 👀 lookitsnyoh pls step on my face

↳ anthonypham pls step on my face  ↳ bestfriend pls step on my face ↳ user3 pls step on my face ↳ harryfan19 pls step on my face  ↳ user2 pls step on my face 

harryfan29 idk why buy harry’s mom liking her posts is so funny to me lol harryfan62 This is so inappropriate  harryfan80 ??? I can’t believe you just posted a picture of your legs along with pictures of your job

↳ harryfan25 wait, what? no offense but how old are you? lol ↳ harryfan80 old enough to know that’s highly unprofessional? ↳ harryfan25 unprofessional to whom? lmao she’s barely showing her legs whilst harry is fully naked on his cover album so i doubt he cares  ↳ harryfan13 hahahahaha that’s so true omg ily ＠harryfan25

user15 ohhhh 😍 i love bold and confident yn  harryfan91 so are you dating harry or not????

↳ harryfan76 she’s not. She’s just desperate for attention ↳ harryfan84 also, she has a boyfriend! 

harryfan5 THANK YOU FOR BEING SO NICE TO ME I LOVED LOVED LOVED MEETING YOU 

↳ harryfan5 THANK YOU AGAIN I MEAN IT YOU’RE THE BEST ↳ yourinstagram emmaaaa ❤️ thank YOU! you’re the sweetest and I loved talking to you :))) hope you had a great show!

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PART 7: FROM DETROIT TO ST. PAUL

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Tag list: @toldyouitwasamelodrama @gem1712 @metanoiablxxm @awatt31 @namelesssreaderrr @ameerakane20 @yessswhale89 @idkkkkkkk123lgb — PLEASE READ: I’ll only add to the next tag list those who interact with this post. I hope you understand, thank you for your excitement.

[iheartjameshetfield]

SO JAMES IS MY ALL TIME FAVE PERSON (like youuu). And recently, ive been thinking of 1989 James. Like ajfa James. YOU KNOW WICH SEXY ASS ERA IM ON ABOUT.

This oneeeee.

And ive been making tiny scenarios in my brain (to help me sleep at nigh) of james fucking me on a hotel room floor.

HEAR ME OUT!!!

He has been out with the band for an interview and y/n has been in the hotel room, waiting for James. And when he comes home, hes so fucking needy. This leeds him to fucking you infront of the big mirror in the hotel room.

Doggy style, he pulls your hair and tells you to look at yourself, with mascara drooling down your face. RAHHHHH ITS ON MY MINDDDDD

VEE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK THIS IS SO???????

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD.

he would’ve been thinking about you like alllllll day and it was driving him fucking insane right? so when he comes back and sees you in his boxers and one of his shirts and the way you come running to greet him in a huge hug and repeatedly kissing him, the only sane thing for him to do was to fuck you like both your lives depended on it.

it only made sense.

so here you are, forced into your hands and knees, barely holding yourself together. if it wasn’t for james’ grip on your hair and hips, you’d probably flop on the bed.

“oh, fuckkk you’re so tight. look at you, holy shit.” he’s in awe of the way your cunt keeps swallowing him and the precious moans that leave your throat. it was surely a sight to see, and he wanted you to see it as well.

“i said look at you.” he uses the grip he has on your hair as leverage to pull your head up, forcing your eyes to look at yourself in the mirror in front of you both. it was beautiful. filthy, but also beautiful. nonetheless.

you both watch the way your breasts jolt forward witch each trust, the way you’re barely holding it together. he shoves your face into the blanket, pulling your head to the side just enough to see you. he grabs your wrists, forcing them behind your back as he pulls you into him to meet him halfway with each pump.

you shut your eyes, crying out in pleasure which earns you a harsh slap to your ass, leaving a mark. he tugs on your wrist to pull your back against his chest as he rasps into your ear. “keep your fucking eyes open.” he orders.

all you could do is nod, too focused on getting to your release. you roll your hips onto his, feeling a familiar knot in your abdomen. james rests himself on his heels to get a better view of you pleasuring yourself on him.

“that’s it, baby, work for it. atta girl” he squeezes your hips as an encouragement. he uses one arms to cradle your stomach into him while his other sneaks down to rub your clit, helping you get to your release.

his breathy, pleasurable moans is what released the knot in your stomach, causing your cum to trickle down the length of him and onto your thighs. you rest your head in his shoulder as he continues to fuck up into you, getting to his own release.

he stills inside of you as he cums, making sure not to pull out until every drop of him is inside you. the both of you shudder when you feel him pull out, the sounds of your slick visible. he spreads your folds, showing you the way both of your cum seeps out of you in the mirror.

“so fucking beautiful.” he mesmerizes to himself more than to you

he’s so fucking beautiful how is he real????

[ssahotchnerr]

i’m in italy atm and all i can think about is going on holiday with aaron (with an age gap obvs), and him being full holiday mode😭

and wearing the HOTTEST outfits, like the tight polos, khaki shorts, button ups omg

but also being so caring and fun, and finally letting himself relax, your honour i love him🩷💖💞

omg i'm so jealous of you and PLEASE aaron in vacation mode is one of my all time favorite things 🤭 not me having a pinterest board with this aesthetic 🫣

no because no one needs a vacation more than him 😣 SO when you first mentioned it, he was a bit hesitant - like can he make it work due to his schedule, will he be able to take time off, etc - but he has more than enough vacation time piled up, and he wants needs to spend undivided time with you, so before you know it the two of you are booking a hotel and those buying plane tickets <3333

and the lead up too!!!!! the days up until you leave, he's sending you texts throughout the work day, things like "these consults driving me insane, can't wait until it's just you and me" "so excited to get away with you sweetheart" or he's texting you links of things to do while you the two of you are there - tourist places, maybe a wine tour, boat tours, maybe a beach or two. he's just so excited for that much needed break he's too stubborn to give himself, and most importantly he's excited to just be with you <3 🥰

and buying aaron clothes for him to wear 🤭 like of course you know what he looks the sexiest in, and of course he wants to please you hehe 🤭 so he doesn't argue against those tight polos showing off that strong torso of his, a tight button-up and almost looks like it's going to pop - again just exhibiting that hot dad bod and showing off his muscles in alllllll the right places <333333 🤤🤤🤤 and the shorts!!!!!!! the man has a hot pair of calves that he doesn't nearly show off enough thanks to the dress slacks he always wears - so those need to come out to play too

anddd he definitely does shopping of his own for you too 🤭 things for you to wear out and in the bedroom hehe 🥰😵‍💫

and it takes the two of you foreverrrrr to get ready in the morning, or to get ready for dinner, to go out, because either one of you just pounces the other because of how good they look 😵‍💫 the second aaron put on one of those sexy polos, you were a goner. you put on such a pretty dress, and within moments aaron already has it on the floor hehe <3333

but UGH just throughout the days the two of you are there - his eye bags nearly disappear, the tension in his shoulders are long gone, he's smiling and laughing more 🥹 he's just sooo carefree and even a bit giddy <3 walking around your vacation spot, both your hands are joined and he's swinging them back an forth lightly, bringing your hand to his lips, and simply kissing you no matter where with no hesitation 🥹

going on a boat tour with him 🩷💓💞💞🩷 he's standing behind you as you're taking in all the sights, his arms are wrapped around your waist, and he keeps presses kisses to your neck and UGH he's so happy to be in such a beautiful place with someone who's even more beautiful <3333

and lounging on a beach together, just 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 shirtless aaron and the dilf sunglasses <333333 and aaron insists on putting multiple layers of sunscreen on you - he says it's due to the sun, but he just wants an excuse to touch you lmao <3333 and of course if he's putting more on you, you'll gladly return the favor 🤭 aaron still manages to get a lil burnt, which he is a bit grumpy over that night as the two of you get ready for dinner, but in your eyes he just looks so soooo pretty sunkissed, and then it develops into a tan 😮‍💨🤤 <333333333

and every day, you end it watching by the sunset together 💕💓🥰 accompanied with sooo many kisses and sweet words <333 like aaron thanking you for getting him away, and how much he loves you <3333

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Shut Up and Drive (Chapter 7)

Roy Kent x F1 Driver!Reader

5.2k words

Warnings: Language, Roy being kind of a dom, unprotected sex, kind of cum play, fingering, some overstimulation, lots affection and fluff

@agentstarkid more brain rot and alllllll the fluff!

A/N: Going to be taking a week off from this story to do some planning! Excited for the next few chapters! 😘

Series Masterlist

After roughly wiping down your thighs, mumbling something about them getting ruined again anyways, Roy’s dark eyes trailed up your sweat-covered body as he bent down to pick your panties off the floor. Keeping your gaze, he stuffed the drenched lace into his pocket and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“You got your room key?” he asked huskily. Your muted nod had him smirking at you. “Then let’s go.”

He quickly tugged down your dress to cover your bare cunt, briefly letting his fingers ghost over your entrance, chuckling at your soft gasp. Keeping his arm around you, Roy swiftly moved the chair back where it belonged and guided you through the door.

Before you stepped fully into the hallway, you looked up at him, eyes wide and wild. “Could I borrow your jacket?” you hissed.

“Why?”

“M’back’s probably full of fucking hickeys,” you reminded him pointedly.

Roy’s normally soft brown eyes were nearly black. “What, you don’t want anyone seeing my teeth marks on you?” His grip dug into your hip harshly as his mouth found your ear. “Oh no, Empress. I want everyone to see what you’ve been up to.” His eyes trailed down your figure for a moment. “Although, you may want to walk quickly. Unless you want something to start leaking out of you- then everyone will know all the things you let me do to you.”

Shit. Should you really be this turned on by how… mean Roy was being? By the devilish way he looked at you? By the deep, gruff growl he spoke with? By the way his hand was very publicly just above your ass, as if you were his possession?

Whether or not you should be turned on… well, you definitely fucking were.

When you gave a little wobble in your heels, Roy tightened his grip with a dark laugh. “Look at you,” he tutted, his own stride strong, confident, steady. “Like fucking Bambi over here, can’t even fucking walk, poor thing. Better get you in bed.” But the hungry look on his face told him you wouldn’t be resting once you got there.

As you focused on trying to remember how to walk on your wobbly legs, Roy scanned the lobby. With the early morning hour and the party still raging behind you, it was fairly empty, most people paying no mind to the football legend and F1 star, both flushed and disheveled, making their way to the lifts that led up to the lavish bedrooms.

Really, only one person noticed.

Isaac McAdoo’s eyes widened when he saw the two of you. Yeah, the guys had teased Roy about his obvious little crush on you. And Jamie clearly thought it went beyond just the crush and was fully convinced that there was a romance starting. But, shit, he didn’t expect to actually see Roy with his arm around you, making a beeline for the elevators.

Roy froze for a fraction of a second when he noticed his captain, a stop so brief you didn’t even notice. He gave Isaac a steely nod across the lobby, assuring his player that yes, his eyes were working correctly- and that he’d better keep his mouth shut.

With raised eyebrows, Isaac nodded back. Shit, good for Roy, he thought. The man deserved some fun. And Isaac sure as hell wasn’t about to rat him out.

Refocusing on his mission, Roy steered you to the lift, practically punching the button and chewing on his bottom lip as the elevator made its way down. Once the doors opened, Roy quickly tugged you inside. You immediately pressed your floor number and turned to Roy, whose mouth was on your neck the moment the doors closed again.        

“Remember what you said that night we met?” he hummed against your skin. “Your mother being horrified about you having a man in your room?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, hands exploring Roy’s back, your tight grip keeping you upright.

He left you a new bite mark. “What I’m about to do to you would probably fucking kill both our mums,” he teased, pulling back when he heard the ding of the elevator. “Lead the way.”

With Roy’s hand now grabbing your ass, you walked as fast as your weak legs could carry you, both excited and apprehensive about what Roy had planned for you. Whatever it was, you knew it would leave you even weaker in the knees. And it would probably be something you’d think about while alone in bed.

Your fingers fumbled with your cardkey a little at the door, prompting Roy to grab the card out of your hand and press it to the reader himself.

“You poor thing,” he cooed as he opened the door. “Am I making you nervous, darling?”

As you stepped into your room, you found your boldness again. “Oh, I’m sorry, are you trying to make me nervous, Kent?” you teased, tugging him by the belt loop to follow you inside.

His thick eyebrows flew up. “Are we being rude again, Empress?” He locked the deadbolt on your door pointedly. “Do we need a reminder about our fucking manners?”

Yeah, your dress was probably ruined at this point; you were soaking wet for him. “I think we do,” you hummed, your voice thick and mischievous.

“In that case…” He pushed you towards the bed, his hands flying to his trousers. “You better take that dress off. And I want to see you ready on all fours.”

How did he manage to make his voice sound deeper than usual? “Yes, Coach,” you purred, turning your back to him. Knowing that he had those dark eyes trained on you, you slowly unzipped your dress and let it fall into a puddle on the floor, quickly unhooking your bra and adding it to the pile. After stepping out of your heels- and finding that you were still having trouble standing even without them- you quickly got on the bed, lifting your ass to give Roy the view he wanted.

“Fucking hell,” he rasped, the sound of his approaching footsteps enough to have you clenching around nothing. “That for me?” His hands were warm on your ass as he gripped tightly, kneading the flesh roughly. “Or is this for some pretty boy?”

You arched your back, melting under his touch. “For you,” you breathed, closing your eyes. “All for you, Roy Kent.”

He shivered at the sound of his name dripping from your lips like honey, the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

The mattress dipped as he joined you on the bed, settling behind you. One hand slithered up your back, gently tracing one of the purple marks he’d given you. “Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured. “All mine.” You whimpered when you felt his tip brush your sensitive entrance. “Tell me,” he ordered softly. “Tell me how much you want this cock.”

You squirmed towards him, desperate to feel him inside you again. “Need you,” you gapsed. “Need you so fucking bad, Roy.” You turned your head to look over your shoulder at him. “Only you.”

His soft grunt was heavenly as he sank into you, watching the way you rocked back to meet him. The long, low moan that poured out of your mouth had him twitching inside you and reaching up to grab a fistful of your hair. His gentle tug had a smile curling on your lips; fuck, you liked this side of Roy, all mean and possessive and needy. It had you feeling wanted in a way you’d never experienced, in a way you didn’t want to let go of.

As if he could read your mind, Roy pulled out and rammed back into you roughly, jolting your entire body. “Don’t want you to be able to walk tomorrow,” he growled, giving a harsher tug to your hair. “Want you to spend the whole day in bed, thinking about me.” He slammed into you over and over, a rough, desperate rhythm that had your legs already shaking. “You looked so fucking good tonight,” he grunted. “Who’d you look so fucking pretty for? Hmm? Another driver? That pretty prick? Someone else?”

“For you,” you panted, fingers gripping the sheets. “Just for you.”

Roy’s chuckle was empty and dark. “That why you were hiding from me? And hanging all over him?” As if to show you his hurt and frustration, he gave a particularly rough thrust that had your face buried into a plump pillow.

You tilted your head to the side and blew some stray hair out of your face. “Dunno,” you huffed. Another moan escaped your lips as he pounded your aching cunt over and over, making it hard to think clearly, let alone actually answer Roy’s question. “’m sorry.”

His movements paused, leaving you whining as your pussy clenched around him. “Prove it,” he taunted. “Prove you’re fucking sorry.” The confused whimper you gave had him smirking at you. “Fuck yourself on my cock, pretty girl.”

It was kind of pathetic how quickly you did as he demanded. But sure enough, you braced yourself against the mattress and rutted back into him, choking back a sob as you felt his cock hit that perfect spot deep inside you.

“Again,” came his gruff command.

Arms shaking, you repeated the movement. And again. And again. Your body was exhausted as you thrust against him, feeling his hips slam against your bare ass. He let go of your hair and settled both hands on your hips with a bruising grip, gritting his teeth.

“Make yourself come,” he hissed, his fingers digging into your skin. “Be a good girl and make that gorgeous cunt come for me.” His smirk returned.

Desperate to please him and feel those familiar waves of pleasure, you quickened your pace, panting and whimpering as you sloppily fucked Roy, not caring about looking pretty for him; not that he minded. With the beads of sweat that trailed down your neck and the way your eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you chased your high, you were sinfully beautiful to Roy.

Fuck, a man could fall in love with this view.

“Roy,” you sobbed, feeling like you were going to fall apart. “’m gonna- ‘m gonna-”

“Come for me, baby.”

He took over for you, driving his cock deep inside you, his chest warming with pride as he felt you tighten around his cock. Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing and clenching, as if nothing else could ever satisfy you; and fuck, maybe that was true. Your cunt was overwhelmed from the third orgasm Roy took from you, spasming with pleasure as your limbs lost all feeling. As your vision went white, your arms gave out beneath you; only Roy’s firm grip kept you from completely collapsing onto the mattress. He watched carefully as your body went limp under his touch. Satisfied that you were coming down from your high, he tenderly pulled out of you, still hard and throbbing.

The side of your face was still pressed to the pillow as you gazed at his cock, practically drooling at the sight. “Roy?” you croaked out, eager for him to follow you into post-orgasm bliss.

With a wicked glint in his eye, he gently turned you onto your back, tutting sympathetically at your wince. “Remember what I said on the phone?” he hummed, leaning down to grope your breast with one hand as he stroked his rigid length with the other. “Wanna see you all covered up.”

Your body went scorching hot as you wriggled with anticipation; this was definitely an image you’d conjured up more than a few times since Roy had mentioned the idea. And after tonight, seeing how painfully jealous he’d gotten, your bruised cunt continued to throb at the idea of Roy making you his in such a dirty way.

He licked his lips as he watched your squirming figure, already filled with his release, three orgasms leaving you a disheveled, glistening mess. There you were, the Empress. The woman who’d long occupied many of his fantasies and had been filling most of his thoughts since Silverstone. Earlier tonight, you had another man’s hands on you, and before that, you were standing on a podium, covered in champagne, adoring fans screaming your name. And now there you were, gazing up at him with tired, lust-filled eyes, practically begging him to cover you with his release.

How could the most miserable man in the world get so fucking lucky?

“Want me to come for you?” he grunted, feeling so dirty as he stroked himself, his whole body trembling. “All over those pretty, pretty tits?”

Your desperate nod had him twitching in his hand. “All over me,” you purred, back arching. “Because I’m yours.”

Fuck.

Roy felt like his whole body was filled with electricity as he pumped his cock, shooting his release onto your breasts, his mouth open wide in awe as he watched his stickiness mix with your sweat. His eyes widened as he watched you, completely fucked out and in something of a daze, lift your head and stick out your tongue- a pathetic attempt to lick up the mess he’d made on you.

Jaw slacking, he bent over you and used two fingers to scoop up some of his cum, not bothering to hold back his groan when you greedily devoured what he offered you, swirling his fingertips with your tongue as you licked his digits clean.

“You…” He shook his head, cupping your cheek with his clean hand. “You are so fucking perfect,” he chuckled, all darkness gone from those soft brown eyes. He gazed down your spent body, gulping when he realized the absolute mess he’d made of you. “Let me…” He cleared his throat. “Fuck, let me clean you up, gorgeous.” He pressed a tiny kiss to your forehead and climbed off the bed, pausing only to grab his discarded boxers off the floor as he walked to the bathroom.

With a soft sigh, you gazed up at the ceiling, thinking about how jealous Roy had gotten, how possessive he was. How hurt he’d looked when you found him in the hallway. A man doesn’t get that way over just some hookup, you thought.

He returned with a damp washcloth, sitting down on the bed without a word. Tenderly, gently, he wiped down your body, cleaning your chest and between your legs. When he finished, he leaned down and kissed your lips softly.

“Bathroom?”

When you nodded, he swiftly lifted you, wincing a little when his knee cracked, and carried you to the restroom.

“Roy,” you giggled, “you don’t have to-”

He kissed your mouth again, a little deeper now. “Hush. Fucking let me take care of you.”

After you finished in the restroom, Roy picked you up again, laying you gently on the bed. The smile he offered you was the absolute softest, most adoring smile you’d ever seen in your life.

“As much as I love this body of yours, let’s get some fucking clothes on you, yeah?”

Suddenly, you had energy again, scrambling to sit up. “Oh, let me grab-”

A firm hand pushed you back down. “I said let me take care of you.” With a teasing smirk, Roy stood up and crossed over to the dresser. “Your stuff in here? Or have you been living out of your fucking suitcase all weekend?”

Feeling bashful for the first time all night, you bit your lip. “Second drawer,” you huffed.

Shooting you a quizzical look at the sight of your sudden timidness, Roy opened the drawer and pulled out a fresh pair of underwear. He cocked his head as something familiar caught his attention. “Oi, is this…” He turned around with raised eyebrows, holding up a black t-shirt. “Is this mine?”

“Maybe,” you mumbled, averting your gaze and suddenly feeling… exposed.

Roy felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest as he returned to bed. “And why do you have my shirt?” he hummed as he slipped your panties over your ankles. “Why’d you bring that thing all the way to fucking Belgium?” His eyes sparkled mischievously as he tugged up your underwear, following the material with a sprinkling of light kisses up your legs.

You weren’t sure if your squirming was from embarrassment or the kisses on your sensitive skin. “Just… dunno.” You gave a little huff. “Smells like you,” you murmured.

“Smells like me,” Roy repeated. He pressed the tiniest of kisses to your pussy before pulling your panties over it. “You like the way I smell, then?”

Despite your embarrassment, you smiled at him. “Maybe,” you hummed. You sat up, reaching for said t-shirt.

He paused, thoughtfulness crossing his bearded face. “Lemme see your back.” He winced when you leaned forward, showing off the smattering of purple marks and bites he’d left. “Shit.” Popping his lips, he stood up and went to the bathroom, emerging with another washcloth. “Right, turn over then.”

With a small squeak, you flipped onto your belly, realizing how fucking sore you were. Roy gently pressed the washcloth to your back, his face heated with embarrassment as he took in the evidence of his behavior. Not exactly what he’d had in mind when he’d agreed to come to Belgium.

“’m sorry,” he finally breathed as he continued to nurse your back. “I… your back…” He cleared his throat. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you chuckled. “Honestly, it’s fine.”

He sighed and laid a small kiss on a particularly dark hickey. “If there… if you… if you didn’t like that, I will never act like that again.” His voice was rushed, thick with awkwardness. “Don’t fucking know what came over me.”

You tilted your head to look at his furiously blushing face. “Roy,” you said firmly, the corners of your mouth lifting. “I actually enjoyed myself. Hopefully the three orgasms I had are evidence enough of that, hmm? As for what came over you…” You turned back over and sat up, taking one of Roy’s hands in yours. “I think you were suffering from green eyes, hmm?”

Roy grunted as he tossed the washcloth onto the nightstand. “Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, an embarrassed grin crossing his face as he picked up the black t-shirt. “Arms.” You lifted your arms, allowing Roy to tug the shirt over your head, covering your body comfortably. “Under the covers, you.”

Rolling your eyes at his avoidant behavior, you scrambled under the blankets, thrilled to see him join you; without any prompting, Roy Kent was spending the night. He wrapped an arm around you carefully, tugging you close.

“Roy?”

“Yeah?”

You shifted so you were facing him, hooking one still-weak leg over his hip. “You don’t need to be jealous, you know that?” You pressed a kiss to his furry chest, right over his heart. “You never need to be jealous. Not… not when it comes to me.”

He paused for a moment, not quite looking at you. “I just… didn’t like seeing his hands on you,” he whispered, stroking your waist. “Especially after you didn’t invite me to come here.”

“That’s fair,” you agreed. “I��m sorry.”

“Why didn’t you want me here?” His voice was full of that same hurt you’d seen in the hallway.

You pressed your body close to his, tilting your head so you were finally looking each other in the eye. “I…” You took a deep breath. “Things are just… different. This isn’t… this isn’t just sex for me anymore, Roy.”

It felt like the longest ten seconds in the world before Roy opened his mouth again. “I… don’t think it’s ever been just sex for me.”

For once, you didn’t bother hiding your smile from him. Instead, you pressed your lips to his, probably the softest you’d kissed him since you’d met. His hand snaked up your back, gripping you softly, careful not to press those purple marks he’d left you. When he finally broke the kiss, Roy was smiling so broadly you thought his face would break.

“You better get some rest,” he breathed, pecking your nose. “Some horrible bastard was pretty mean to you tonight.”

With a smirk, you settled in his arms, tiredness overcoming your exhausted body. “Yeah. But he’s pretty hot, so I’d let him do it again.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he growled playfully, snuggling close as you finally closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

~

Roy’s sleepy smile was the first thing you saw when you woke up. He was sitting up already, one arm wrapped around you as you rested on his stomach.

“Morning,” came his gruff, gentle voice as his free hand stroked your cheek. “Sleep well?”

You nodded, stretching. “Always sleep well after… you know.” A small groan escaped your swollen lips as you realized how heavy your entire body was, how it felt like it could melt through the mattress and onto the floor. With an involuntary grimace, you genuinely wondered how the fuck you were supposed to walk.

Of course, Roy noticed. “Alright there?”

“Tired,” you mumbled, bringing up one of your heavy arms to wrap around his middle. “Had a bit of a rough night,” you teased.

A kiss landed on the top of your head. “Which you took very well,” Roy murmured, in that thick, syrupy voice he’d mocked you with last night. Already, it had your sore pussy throbbing with excitement. As if he could tell, his hand slid down your back until it rested firmly on your ass. “You were such a good girl.”

The sound of your breath hitching and the sight of your furious blush spurred him on. Without warning, Roy pulled you up until you were sitting between his thick thighs, your back pressed against his bare chest. Instinctively, you leaned into him, craning your neck to grant him access, which he thanked you for with a sloppy kiss to your collarbone.

“Want me to take care of you?” he breathed as he used one hand to pry your sore thighs open. “Want me to make you feel good?” The whimper that spilled from your lips was all he needed to encourage him to tug your panties to the side and let two fingers explore your already wet cunt. “Oh, darling,” he cooed. “She’s still soaked.”

“Roy,” you gasped as his fingers began to spread your lips, smearing your wetness over yourself. “Don’t think I can-”

His tongue traced a heart on your neck. “Shh, I know baby,” he whispered. “Just let me make you feel good, yeah?” He kissed your temple as his middle finger inched into you. “Let me spoil you.”

For the second time in less than twelve hours, Roy Kent buried his finger inside your wetness, groaning softly as you tightened around him. Your hands gripped his thighs, needing something to anchor you to reality as you melted into pleasure. Your thighs trembled as he slowly pumped into your aching cunt, shaky breaths and soft moans letting Roy know he was doing his job.

His strokes were slow and deliberate, just like the deep kisses he pressed to your neck. He cherished every detail about you: your beautiful little whimpers, the way you pressed yourself against him, the squelching sound from under the covers. After a particularly desperate moan, Roy added a second finger, smirking at the way your body trembled against his. Fuck, he could do this all day. All week. Hell, for the rest of his life.

“You did so well last night,” he hummed, dragging his fingers against your fluttering walls. “So fucking good for me, you know that, beautiful?” An open-mouthed kiss found your neck. “You were perfect, my perfect girl.”

Your eyes fluttered as you squirmed against him. “Roy,” was all you could manage, your strangled voice letting him know you were approaching your climax.

“And all mine,” he continued as his thumb rubbed your clit gently; he chucked when your entire body jerked. “You like being all mine, gorgeous?”

“Yours,” you answered, more a whine than a moan as you began to roll your hips into his hand.

His free arm wrapped around your middle, stilling you. “Uh-uh, Empress.” He kissed your cheek, his beard tickling your skin. “Allow me.”

With that, he thrust his fingers deeper into you, not stopping until his digits completely disappeared into your cunt. He repeated the move, over and over, fucking you gently as the pad of his thumb continued pressing into your clit. When he felt you desperately clench around his fingers, he finally quickened his pace, giving you exactly what your body wanted.

“Think you could come for me one more time, baby?” His voice was practically begging as his grip around your tummy tensed. “Think you’ve got one more for me?”

Your eyes rolled back, and you were pretty sure there was a little drool in the corner of your mouth. It felt like you were going to shatter into a million pieces as Roy expertly dragged over your clit and slid his tongue over your skin. With one perfect little bit of pressure to your bundle of nerves, Roy had you falling apart in his arms, a beautiful, whimpering little mess on his lap. When you tilted your face to his, he captured your mouth in a kiss, swallowing your pretty noises as he pumped in and out of your aching cunt.

When your moans turned to soft gasps, Roy eased his fingers out of you, laughing lovingly at your disappointed whine. As his hand emerged from under the covers, you slumped against his body and expectantly opened your mouth.

“Oh no,” Roy chuckled. “This is all mine, baby.” With that, he brought his fingers to his mouth, a deep moan vibrating against you as he sucked his digits clean. “Fuck, you are the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.” He kissed your mouth harshly, a kiss full of joy and affection. “Think I could taste you forever.”

He let you lay on top of him, listening as your breaths became steady again. You weren’t sure how much time passed, but eventually the two of you found yourselves laying down, your head on Roy’s chest, his hand in your hair. It was peaceful, just as natural as any rough, semi-public fling you’d shared. As you listened to his heartbeat, you found yourself speaking without thinking.

“I’ve got a month off,” you hummed. “Think I could meet you at a few away games?”

He wondered if you could hear his heart skip a beat. “Come to as many matches as you want. Home, away, all of ’em. Hell, come stay in Richmond the whole fucking month. I’d fucking love that.”

“Yeah?” You brought yourself up, laying your chin on his chest. “Don’t think you’d get sick of me, Kent?”

“Could never get sick of you,” he assured you, poking your nose affectionately. “Honestly. If you’re interested, you should come hang out in Richmond. We’d have fun, I think.” His eyes searched yours. “If you want.”

Your bright smile had his chest tightening with joy. “Yeah. We’d have fun.” You pressed a kiss to his chest. “Guess I’m spending my break in Richmond.” You reached for the nightstand. “Hand me my phone? Gonna go ahead and book my hotel.”

Roy squirmed beneath you, a complete change from the confidence he’d shown earlier in the morning. “Actually… what would you say to staying with me?”

“Staying with you,” you echoed, wondering if he could feel the heat that covered your body. You thought a moment; that little voice of doubt that seemed to always come around when Roy was on your mind screamed at you to stop, to ask him to leave, to end it here and now before things went too far and you found yourself shattered again.

But another voice was begging you to let this man, with his brown eyes and growling voice, adore you the way he wanted to.

“I mean,” Roy continued, glancing away. “We’re probably going to end up in bed together every other night, anyway. Saves us the back and forth. And I’ve got a guest room if you get sick of my fuckign snoring.”

His sudden shyness had you making your decision.

“I’d love to.” You reached up and traced his lips with your finger. “Although, ending up in bed together every other night? You’re underestimating us, Kent.”

The joyful laugh that flew out of his mouth was interrupted by the sound of his phone vibrating next to yours on the nightstand. “Hold that thought.” He picked it up and glanced at it, immediately throwing his head back with a groan. “Fucking hell,” he sighed. “Gotta get ready to meet the guys.” He studied your face for a moment. “Don’t suppose you’d want to come with us? You’ve already got a suitcase.”

That earnest look on his face had you feeling like an entire zoo was living in your stomach.

“As much as I’d love to travel with you and Jamie and Sam and Isaac,” you teased, “I’d like more than just a few days’ worth of clothes. And besides-” You pulled your face to Roy’s, tapping his nose with yours. “-I’ve got a drawer full of lingerie back in Monaco. Don’t you think I’ll need some of those things in Richmond?”

His eyes widened for a fraction of a moment. “Yeah, you should definitely go home and pack whatever you need,” he agreed in a half-joking voice. “I’m a patient man, I’ll see you in Richmond.”

You kissed his lips happily. “See you in Richmond.”

~

It took some effort on both of your parts to finally say goodbye, promising to see each other soon. Roy felt like he was walking on air as he eventually made his way down to the lobby with his duffel bag. What a difference one night could make; he’d woken up Sunday morning feeling more miserable than usual, and this morning he was fighting a grin every time he pictured your pretty face.

It didn’t take a genius to notice, so he shouldn’t have been surprised by Jamie Tartt’s smug expression.

“Where’d you end up last night, Roy?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows. “You never came back to the party.”

He shrugged, doing his best to keep a straight face. “Fucking went to bed.”

Jamie winked at him. “And whose bed would that be?”

Sam clapped his hand on Jamie’s shoulder. “Oh, leave him alone.” His eyes sparkled mischievously. “Roy’s not the kind of guy to kiss and tell.”

Before Roy could tell his players to fuck off, Isaac approached, sunglasses on his nose and backpack on his shoulder. As Jamie and Sam turned to begin walking out of the hotel, Isaac looked at Roy over the top of his sunglasses, eyebrows raised slightly. Roy offered him a smirk and shrug, bobbing his head. With the smallest of grins, Isaac held up his fist, which Roy tapped with his own, cementing an unspoken understanding between the two men.

As Roy stepped out of the hotel, listening to his players chatter about how much fun they had, his phone vibrated. He swiftly pulled it out, shoulders softening when he read the four little words on his screen:

See you in Richmond ❤️

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Like on the one hand I want to prompt you for something like hurt/comfort post Full Gear but tbh I don’t know who needs it more— Darby with his physical injuries after TBoning that truck or Jack with alllllll the bullshit in his head after losing his title. They’re both probably a hot mess after that PPV though.

(SO, SAT ON THIS ONE AND LO AND BEHOLD, ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY CAME AROUND TO USE IT oops 💚🖤)

The floor is cold. Every nerve in his body is on fire, screaming. He spits out a gummy mixture of blood and saliva and can't even get it far enough to avoid his coat taking the brunt of it. Darby thinks, once, Ospreay will come for me, and then, when the minutes tick by and it doesn't happen, adjusts. No one is going to come for him; the Death Riders have seen to that. The floor is cold, and he isn't sure he can move, and he closes his eyes.

What a fucking fitting place to die, huh. New York City finally took him the fuck out. It'd be funny if the pain wasn't excruciating. Well, maybe it's funny anyway, in that hazy way the world gets right before everything sort of slips away into nothing.

He's gone for awhile—how long, he doesn't know. Could be a minute, could be an hour. He'd think he was dead except everything hurts too damn much. And then hands come down around his shoulders, and he thinks, they know I'm not dead, and they've come to finish me off.

"Get up." Low, and urgent, and ragged. "Come on. We have to go."

Everything hurts. Darby’s about to puke from the sloshing his brain takes just getting hauled up to his feet. His cheek is wet, because he was lying in his own blood, which explains the smell of pennies. And from inside the Hammerstein, noise: an increase in volume, of shouting, of voices all on top of each other as the world seems to fall spectacularly to pieces.

Darby hit his head. It's gotta be why he's being dragged out of the shadow of the staircase and onto the sidewalk outside—he's hallucinating. He's dying, and his brain is shrieking for oxygen as his blood vessels all shut down, and that's why Jack Perry is shoving him into the back of a NYC cab.

"What are you doing here?" Darby rasps, after Jack slams into the other side of the backseat and barks something at the driver, syllables Darby can't pick up over the music playing.

"Getting you out," Jack mutters. "It's a fucking war zone."

Yeah, and it has been for weeks, and this fucking guy has deliberately tip-toed away from the entire thing. Darby tries to vocalize this, and ends up with nothing but mumbles. He's too woozy. He can't focus on anything. They stop in less time than he would have anticipated, and Jack hands the driver a stack far too thick to be necessary for the trip.

As he's manhandled out of the car, Darby glares blearily up at the neon sign. "The ER?"

"I'm making sure you didn't break your fucking neck," Jack snaps, almost like the fact that he's here, with Darby, looping one arm around to keep Darby upright, is somehow humiliating. He's lashing out just to avoid anyone settling on it.

Darby must look terrible, because two people move out of the way as Jack hauls him up to the counter. "We need help."

The clerk doesn't reply by explaining that everyone here does; she looks from Jack to Darby, and asks, "What happened?"

"My fiance fell down the stairs at our apartment building," Jack says, and Darby’s operating too far behind to react in time to that. "Hit his head on the ground at the bottom. Probably fucked up his spine, I don't know."

The clerk’s eyes take in the blood that's undoubtedly smeared across Darby’s forehead. "Okay. We'll bring a wheelchair around, you just need to get him into it."

Darby only sits because his knees are shaking bad enough to splinter his joints apart. He reaches for Jack’s collar, misses, and then catches the fabric the second time. "What the hell are—"

"Really glad I can go back with you," Jack hisses, with considerable feeling, "given that we aren't married yet."

Right, sure; decent lie without time to come up with without anything better, Darby supposes, as the emergency team wheels him into the emergency room proper. He isn't special enough to get his own room, just an alcove sectioned off with curtains. Busy night, apparently. Maybe the Death Riders made a whole evening of the maiming or something.

Honestly, it's all kind of a blur. Someone in another bed is just yelling profanity, without end, and another person two beds down is crying. The doctors shine lights in Darby’s eyes while his brain spirals like a fucking washing machine on high. He can't make heads or tails of much besides Jack standing on the other side of the cot. At some point, Jack grabbed Darby’s hand tight enough to bruise, and sure, they might as well try to keep this flimsy ass cover story alive.

Finally, the doctor leaves, and Darby snatches his hand back. "The fuck are you doing?"

"Saving your ass," Jack returns in kind. "You're welcome, by the way."

"Why do you care?"

Must be the right question, because Jack's expression pinches. For the first time, he looks unsure. "I don't know."

"We tried to kill each other all summer."

Jack’s face disappears into his palms. "I know."

"You hate me."

"I know."

"So why the fuck would you—" Darby’s question cuts off as the ER nurse sweeps the curtain aside and comes back in. Jack grabs for Darby’s hand again, a second delayed, but the nurse doesn't seem to notice. She starts fiddling with the machines, humming to herself.

"Don't you worry," she says, to Jack, "we'll get your man all patched up."

"No railing on our apartment stairs," Darby says, and isn't even sure why. "The most dangerous thing."

The nurse tsks with her tongue. "Should file a complaint."

"We should," Darby agrees. "But it's rent controlled, so what can you do?"

Jack is staring at him like he's lost his mind, but the nurse is nodding as she wipes at Darby’s face with a towel. "The things we'll do for rent control in this city, huh?"

Darby squeezes Jack’s fingers, mostly to send the message so that Jack shuts up. Eventually, the nurse finishes with her cleaning and heads out, and this time, neither of them lets go.

"Are you stupid?" Jack asks. "Going after Claudio like—"

"Heard that before."

"Well, maybe you should hear it more," Jack snaps. "If you have a death wish, you could at least—"

"At least, what? Oh, are you saying you care?"

Jack goes quiet for a moment. "I don't—"

"Jack," Darby cuts him off. "Why were you there? You've declared yourself obnoxiously neutral."

"I'm..." His voice trails off. He sucks in a deep breath, eyes on Darby’s face. "I'm not..."

"You're not what?"

"I'm not like that," Jack says.

"Not like what, a coward?" Darby snorts. "I remain unconvinced."

Jack stares at him, and the tension in the curtain-separated space goes tight. Finally, and still, neither of them have let go yet, even though Darby’s fingers are starting to cramp, Jack says, "I don't hate you."

"Got a funny way of showing it."

"I know, I'm..." Another pause as Jack shakes his head, seemingly frustrated at himself. "I don't know how to deal with things."

"No shit."

"I don't hate you, Darby," Jack says, quieter. He stares at the cot somewhere beyond Darby’s hip. "I came back for you."

"You threw me in a coffin."

Jack’s eyes, when they meet Darby’s, shine in the harsh ER lighting. "But I still came back for you."

"What do you think you're gonna find here, Jack?"

A pause. "Nothing."

Darby stares at him. His head hurts, and his back hurts, and his neck is gonna ache for weeks, but this? This is both unexpected and not a surprise, and Darby can't explain why. "You're a fucking son a bitch."

"Yeah," Jack agrees, warped.

"You'll be targeted if they know you helped me."

Jack’s throat bobs. "Yeah."

"You," Darby begins, lungs constricting, "better fucking kiss me right now before I punch you in the face."

Jack makes a strangled sort of gasping noise, against his will, apparently, but he doesn't require any further instructions before he leans in and presses their mouths together. And it shouldn't work, of course it shouldn't, but it does. Darby closes his eyes, and everything hurts, and kissing Jack doesn't feel nearly as fucking weird as it ought to.

The nurse comes back in, startling both of them; they break apart, but all she does is laugh, amused. "Oh, you kids. Keep that love close."

Jack ducks his head down, but not quick enough to disguise the pink on his cheeks. Their hands are still clasped together against the thin sheet. Darby tightens his grip on Jack’s fingers. The nurse does another check on Darby’s forehead, applying a few butterfly bandages to where he must have split the skin open, still bleeding.

"He cares about you," the nurse murmurs.

Darby’s eyes slide to the side. "Yeah. He does."

"Darby," Jack tries.

"He'll be in pain for awhile," the nurse says, pushing back from the cot, "but he was lucky. Missed all the important stuff."

"Okay," Jack says, a whisper. "Thank you."

"You take care of him," she says, with finality and a nod in Jack’s direction.

Jack meets Darby’s gaze. His eyes shine. "I will."

[mbm-artist]

Hi there hello, I'm sure you're wondering either

A) Why tf I just reblogged a bunch of stuff in the span of like 30 seconds

B) What's going on in general

C) What's the point of this post you're reading

D) All of the above

Well dear viewer, I'm gonna give you a TL;DR and then under the cut give a more in-depth explanation, I'll even cut it up into different sections to make viewing easier :)

⚠️ Trigger Warnings ⚠️

Randy (duh), a LOT of swearing (duh), suicide mentions, pedophilia/attempted grooming/etc mentions, queerphobia (transphobia, homophobia, etc), misogyny, mentions of sexual things, slurs, harassment, general 16+ content mentions

Disclaimer

Randy is a 14 year old minor (allegedly) as of the time this post was made, please DO NOT INTERACT with him, just block him and report him as many times as you want. This post's purpose is to spread awareness and maybe hopefully get him banned from Tumblr. Please do not go after, attack, or interact with him or his (supposed) "girlfriend" (he has her tagged at the bottom of his pinned post). I suggest you block (NOT REPORT) his "girlfriend" too, you can never be too careful.

As of the time this post was made Randy's father and school have been contacted, and we are waiting on an update.

Please offer all the victims of Randy unconditional love and support, they deserve that and so much more for all the bullshit this kid put them through, don't you dare even TRY to victim blame them. I will flame you if you attack them at all in any way shape or form, no excuses, ifs, ands, or buts.

I am also a minor in high school (not giving my age for my own safety), so take that how you will. My pronouns are they/them/he/him if you don't know already :D

One more thing before we get into it (if it wasn't obvious already),

GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY PAGE AND BLOCK ME IF YOU'RE QUEERPHOBIC (transphobic, homophobic, etc) OR AGREE WITH RANDY IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM. DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT WITH ME EVER AGAIN.

Thank you, you may now proceed.

Links

The Google Doc (Alllllll the info about this guy in one place, most reliable source of info) | Randy's "gf's" tag, #proud randy supporter (Second-most reliable source of info, this has a LOT of updates on him in real time) | Randy tag, #randysworld-multi-fandom-fan/randysworld2009 (Second-most reliable source of info, all posts related to him will [hopefully] be here) | Randy's Interactions With Me (proof of him interacting with me) | Google Photos Album (just all of the screenies of proof in one place, I'm gonna tryyyyy to keep this updated as much as I can but no promises)

My response to the 1st ask he sent me | My response to the 2nd ask he sent me (pretty much the same as the first one)

The Short Explanation

So basically this whole fiasco is about @randysworld-multi-fandom-fan or otherwise known as randysworld2009

His crime(s)?

1. Hypocrisy

2. Queerphobia (transphobia, homophobia, the works)

3. Misogyny

4. Perversion (being a pervert)

5. Suicide baiting

6. Pedophilia accusations (all of which are false, and carelessly thrown around)

7. Attempted grooming(?) of fellow minors

8. Slurs (need I say more?)

9. Harassment (in case that wasn't obvious already)

Among other things

He's been interacting with accounts in the following fandoms (as of the time this post was posted):

The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC)

Hellaverse (Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss, or HV/HH/HB)

Murder Drones (MD)

SMG4 (Super Mario Glitchy 4)

Yo Gabba Gabba (YGG)

TL;DR this guy is a 5yo Gen Alpha brainrotted kid stuck in a 14yo kid's body, and he's been harassing multiple (mainly TADC) accounts on Tumblr for a bit now, and just being a nuisance and damaging people's mental health.

That's the simple explanation, if you're still not convinced you need to block this guy (and his [supposed] girlfriend) and report him until your hands hurt and/or would like to know more thennnnn

The full explanation + evidence is under the cut ✨

The Long Explanation

Okay so I'm gonna be quoting the Google Doc a LOT here, you'll be able to tell which parts are quoted and which parts are me.

"Randy or randysworld2009 is a Tumblr user that appeared around TADC blogs in the beginning of 2024. Since then, he has built a history of harassing said blogs, mostly roleplay/askblog accounts and artists, forcing roleplay and specially spouting misogyny towards women mods and fem leaning characters, transphobic and homophobic towards queer people. At one point he started getting his information messed up, saying that he was super straight and then later on a “half-bisexual”, also often times approaching people with romantic/sexual intent and then getting angry when those same people state that they are not interested or are above legal age, which he supposedly is not. It is believed that Randy is 14 years old, but at this point, we can’t be certain of what information is true or false. For all we know, his blog could be just a troll."

So yeah, this guy is bad news. That was a direct (formal) quote from one of the victims.

If formal isn't your style, here's a more casual one

"Randy first appeared around the beginning of 2024. He began harassing tadc ask blogs then that led to harassing their mods. Eventually others got involved and Randy basically snapped. He got EVEN MORE batshit and started spouting misogyny, transphobia, and dilution. He's chronically online and believes everything is a roleplay. He's obsessed with getting a girlfriend and has sexually harassed many. he is the horniest bastard you could fucking meet omg"

Another direct quote from another victim, this one he treated the WORST.

(Some) Screenshots

There are more screenshots in the Google Doc and the Google Photos Album I made, but these will be a few tidbits of evidence that will hopefully convince you by now if you're not already. (With some additional commentary/explanation from yours truly underneath each screenie✨) Additionally, all the images will have links to their sources. (Please let me know if they don't work, I'll update this with usable links if that's the case)

Exhibit A - The Bastard Himself

(Mb for light mode jumpscare here, even more reason for your eyes to bleed when looking at this immature fuck's profile)

Just his profile (as of the time this post was posted) so you know exactly who to block and report as many times as possible Exhibit B - His Interactions With Me

This is some evidence of him interacting with me, there's more in the Google Photos Album I made of proof he interacted with me

(Mb for light mode jumpscare again, it's the only way I could show the post and the comments in the same screenie)

His comments on my pinned post, if you saw this or this you know I demanded that he delete his comments on here (while flaming the fuck out of him), so here's a screenie of what they were before he (hopefully) deletes them

The first ask he sent me, my response being the awesome giant rant where I DEMOLISHED him (I'm way too proud of it if you couldn't tell)

All his interactions with me from when he initially found me

The rest of his interactions he's ever had with me

Like the first ask he sent, I answered with the same thing, ANNIHILATING this fucker (still way too proud of it)

Exhibit C - Direct Victim Testimonies (to yours truly) These are asks that I sent to the main 3 victims I had gathered evidence from before gaining access to the Google Doc, they're my main sources so far (send all the love and support to them please [especially Sunny's system they've all been hurt the most from what I can see], they're very sweet outside of all this and more than deserve it)

Dia answered first, their answer helped me gain access to the Google Doc and get a HUGE chunk of the evidence I'll be showing here

Second half of Dia's answer, a summary of the wholeeee situation straight from a direct victim

Sunny was the second to answer my ask, this is what I mean when I say clearly Sunny needs the most love and support out of all the victims (as far as ik) cus like how can you not man- also this is how I found out they contacted Randy's father and school, very big piece of lore (and you'll see why they have soon don't worry)

Lilith was the last to respond to my ask, this being how I found out that it was them specifically that contacted Randy's dad & school (which I commend them for, it was a very good move so bravo to them man genuinely)

Exhibit D - Evidence

And now the moment you've all been waiting for, if this doesn't convince you then shit idk what will-

This post was my first exposure to what Randy is ACTUALLY like and wowee what a doozy man, it started me down the rabbit hole that lead me to making this post rn (make sure you look at the notes [both comments and the reblogs] too those also have even more info aside from everybody FLAMING the fuck out of this kid lolol) Also GO OFF ON HIM GLITCH GET HIS ASS WOOOOO

(Sorry for the light mode jumpscare yet again, evidence is evidence)

1. Misgendering. What the fuck. (Dia's pronouns are they/them) 2. EW. Need I say more??? 3. This post is how I found my main 3 sources up until Dia answered my ask 4. You'll start to see that this post and the following posts show that he's SPECIFICALLY targeting fem-adjacent blogs (including blogs that are run by enbies that he assumes identify as femme and promptly misgenders) and generally being a misogynistic and transphobic BITCH

This post is an example of Randy A) Accusing a fellow minor of pedophilia (very carelessly and incorrectly might I add) B) Not even getting their age right? Hello??? C) This kid clearly does NOT know what the difference between slang and genuine predatory behavior is which shows how fucking SHELTERED this kid must be oh my GOD D) Another example of him misgendering and being misogynistic/transphobic

This post is more proof of him being misogynistic and sexually harassing people, and might I add a HORNY ASS PERVERT Rabid is actually someone I followed way before all this dude, I'm guessing that's how Randy found me unfortunately

After this screenie Dia answered my ask, so all the screenies beyond this point are straight from the Google Doc (some had links to their original posts, some didn't for the sake of anonymity which is completely understandable)

This post backs up what I said regarding the other screenie where Randy assumed Lilith was like 20, istg this kid does NOT know what fact checking is holy fuck This was a certified screenie I got from the Google Doc might I add

This post, another one provided by the Google Doc, is an example of him A) Harassing TADC ask blogs (and it leading to harassing the mods) B) Sexually harassing people and being misogynistic in general He just doesn't know when to quit huh

(Sorry again for the light mode jumpscare this is the last one I promise)

This one didn't have a post linked to it so I only found it cus of the Google Doc (so yay ig you don't have to click the links to the OG posts for more info anymore beyond this point), the mod spitting FACTS

Once again lovingly provided by the Google Doc, wowee this kid sure loves slurs

Conclusion

I know this might not get to many people, but I'm hoping it at least has some sort of positive impact, because I want to try my best to warn as many people as possible and keep him from having any more influence than he already has.

To the victims involved in this: PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE PLS PLS PLS LMK IF I NEED TO CHANGE ANYTHING I TRIED MY ABSOLUTE BEST TO BE AS ACCURATE AND RESPECTFUL TO YOU GUYS AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE I'D REALLY APPRECIATE FEEDBACK IF I GOT/DID SOMETHING WRONG

Thank you for reading my ramblies on this important news, have a cookie for getting this far and you're an LGBTQIA+ ally 🍪 (plus an additional scoop of ice cream if you're queer 🍦)

And Happy Pride Month, TRANS PRIDE BABYYY

Plus some Anti-Randy spray for the road (lovingly provided by Sunny and Lilith) ✨

(in case of any confusion, the colors kind of mean different things but not really, it's not that important- but red is for trigger warning stuffs/disclaimers and general important things, green is for section titles, blue is for links, and that's about it really-- and yes I did make a subtle RGB joke. Sue me, I wanna be at least a little funny to make light of all this grim dark stuffs. All those super super serious call-out posts can be kind of depressing so I want to find the happy middle ground between serious and lighthearted, it gets the message across and it still feels important without being too much of a downer yanno? Anyway do tell me your thoughts in the comments after dropping a reblog, I would appreciate feedback on what you think of my writing style here :3) (Oh, and if you're wondering what purple means? It's a secret 🥰)

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Stonybrook Community College - TWST

Just some worldbuilding stuff and. uh even more OCs. I've got my other ones here and here.

Stonybrook is a picturesque part of the Sunshine Lands, known for it's gentle rolling hills, babbling brooks, and shockingly clear night skies. Because of how clear the night skies are, the belief of wishing upon a star was an integral part of the community. Nowadays, light pollution makes it difficult, but the North star is still always visible when there are no clouds around, at least in the suburbs of the city.

Anyways, Stonybrook Community College is meant to be an opportunity for locals to attend post-secondary schooling without travelling as far or paying as much as they may have had to in order to attend other schools. (Or did not receive an invitation to NRC/RSA/NBC)

So I got my Toy Story OCs

Cody Whitner - Twisted from Woody

One of the teacher's sons

Complete asshole to his half brother

An asshole in general, but he can be charming when he wants to...you just have to tolerate the asshole part long enough

Makes up for what he lacks in academic smarts with manipulation and emotional intelligence. (Yes, he uses his intelligence for typically malicious reasons but it doesn't mean he's not intelligent)

Brett Lancaster - Twisted from Buzz Lightyear (loosely)

Cody's half-brother (doesn't really care for Cody)

Total nerd, genius IQ but also kind of gullible

Best friends with Idia online, goes by the name 'space_rangerTIAB'

Also friends with Cody's crush, which. is a source of tension between the half-brothers

Nobody at the school knows they're half-brothers except Cody's dad

Wheel-chair user + amputee - Idia helps him develop blueprints to make a 3D printed prosthetic leg as well as some funds to make sure he can customize it how he wants

Tyrell Roe - Twisted from Rex

He is baby, ok, please be nice to him

1/4 fae and proud, his grandpa is based on an actual T. Rex (yes I think that the really old fae should be based on dinosaurs so that the Draconias can be the THE Draconias, like they're the only ones based on a dragon, but that's an HC)

He get's anxious easily, his sweater is absolutely his comfort item

He is constantly inviting friends to his place and his mom is the sweetest person alive

He wants to get into engineering soo bad

He customized spoke guards for Brett's wheelchair/generally very artistic

The Betson Twins - Twisted from the Benson Brothers (Alec and Xander respectively bc their birth parents were only expecting one child so when they had a Bonus one they just split the OG name in half skfhlskdjfhlksjdf (AKA I could NOT think of a name for the second one and Xander fits fine))

Grew up in the foster care system, but adopted when they were 12

FIERCELY protective of their (adoptive) little sister (totally not a partial response to PTSD whaaaat)

Both come off as fairly intimidating, but as you get to know them. Alec is not. Xander can, but he's intense/passionate

Alec has dyslexia, when they were younger Xander would always read things out loud for him

Xander has high-functioning autism, please ask him about computer sciences or Norse mythology he wants to infodump so bad

Alec wears contact lenses, Xander can't stand the feeling of them

Elle Betson - Twisted from Gabby Gabby

Also raised in the foster system, adopted when she was 14, her brothers were 16

Selectively mute, but at home she's a little chatty patty

Steals Xander's jackets alllllll the time they are big and comfy and comforting

Can handle herself in a fight. Will never have to.

Wants to become a veterinarian eventually

Very artistic

She and Alec have a lot of friendly spats in the comfort of their home

Do not let her cook. This girl cannot do it to save her life.

Jordan Persnickety - Twisted from Jessie (I remember blushing so hard when I went to Disney and Jessie gave me my own special nickname I should have known I was queer sooner /j (I was 8 LMAO))

Sentient doll, don't ask me why they're a sentient doll and Cody isn't, they just are

Genderfluid, She/he/they pronouns, also Lesbian

Best friends with Brett, used to be close to Cody in high school but in college he just came off as so much meaner

Speaks with a thick southern accent/sounds similar to Epel

Doesn't really remember when or where she gained sentience, or for what purpose, but she'll take full advantage of it now

Lives at Brett's place, (she's got nowhere else to go), Brett's mom loves her

Customizes all her clothing

Taking karate at the moment with her own money

Volunteers at the local zoo

She painted on her own freckles

Blaire Morrison - Twisted from Bo Peep

Planned to go to Stonybrook, but was invited to RSA and accepted

Fashionista

Influencer + entrepreneur

Started a pajama company

Animal rights activist (has a connection to my other OC, Neo Capini)

Aussie

Looooves matcha (lies)

Larry Boscus - Twisted from Lotso Bear

He was a teacher at RSA, was recently fired and got hired at the community college to teach entry level mathematics

His fiancee cheated on him, so they broke up two months before the wedding

In a bad place mentally, treats everyone like they're below him and gets exasperated quickly

Picked up smoking to cope with life's stressors

Really going through that midlife crisis

Has a group of fan girls at the school that just pisses him off more

Looks as put-together as he can for work but he is a Mess

[queenimmadolla]

hi, love! i’m write fics and i’m white and i try to leave things out of my fics like readers cheeks being red or running fingers through her hair, things like that, i was just curious if you had any tips on what else i could to do make my writing as inclusive as possible and avoid anything that’s white-coded

one thing i try to do is mention the head a lot or open action. i have my moments of slip ups to, my fics aren't white coded but i mention fingers through hair sometimes (because for me it was possible, just painful as heck cause he was ripping through my curls when his fingers got stuck in my fuzzball and now it's possible due to my hairstyle but i have to watch myself there) and to mitigate that, i mention playing with hair, cupping the back of your head, stroking your hair─because this doesn't imply the hair is a certain texture─and you can follow that one up with reader shaking their hair out to keep it from being flat and smashed down, because now we're including readers with thick hair, braids, locs, pixie cuts, wolf cuts, pretty manes of curls, beautiful 'fros, etc.

when you wanna maybe imagine your reader with an updo, imply the reader's hair is just out of their face and out of the way. that can just mean they've put it back, be it in a ponytail, slicked back, with a bandana, etc. but my trick is to not be descriptive. i once tried that with an outfit while writing a fic and one of my friends proofing it for me said they liked to imagine the outfit themselves and i realized i didnt need to go super into depth about my reader's physical appearance because their imagination was gonna do alllllll the reader inserting, i just had to make sure to not include any major descriptors which snap them out of it. so i stopped being super descriptive regarding appearance.

yes, saying "Your long hair had enough tangles in it to resemble a well put together rat's nest", is more Shakespearean─per say─but if you say "Your hair was a complete and utter wreck you'd have to spend an entire episode of Games of Thrones to fix to your satisfaction" you don't state the texture or length of the hair but you imply it's bad enough to take a while to maintain and trust me─your readers are gonna imagine their worst nightmare all on their own and what they want the outcome to be.

i focused more on the reader's actions and emotions more than squeezing in some blushing moments or physical descriptions. eddie just said something heartwarming that she never imagined in her wildest dreams he'd say to her? why have her blush when she could feel like her knees were going to give in while simultaneously feeling as though she could defy gravity, disregard the very laws of physics and float on air?

that's just what I do though, anyone else have more advice for our pal????

[twistedamoureux]

Haiii bestie <333

🍆 - does your f/o have a favorite scent? why is it their favorite? do they have a least favorite scent?

🫑 - how does your f/o feel about death? are they afraid of it? is there anything specific they'd like to do before they die? ( you can skip this one if it makes you upset !!! /gen )

🥒 - what's your f/o afraid of? do they have any phobias? anything minor they're scared of?

🥭 - did your f/o have stuffed animals growing up? do they still have stuffed animals? do they have a favorite?

🍍 - if you could change any one thing about your f/os backstory/character, what would you change? why?

🍏 - if you have any queer headcanons for your f/o, how did they realize they were queer?

🍐 - does your f/o have any nervous ticks or idle quirks they do? like mindlessly tapping on a desk or fiddling with their hair when they're stressed?

i chose to use Ada Mesmer for this one. tysvm for sending something in!!! <3

I am non sharing of Miss Ada to ANYONE

Before we dive in: for those who do not know me at alllllll (which id everyone rn except abyss LMAO) — i deal with Delusional Attachments. And while i am highly aware of myself it doesn't make me ANY less ill nor affected by my delusions.

Emil Mesmer is a Delusional Attachment of mine. a constant actually! please be respectful of this and not try to reality check as a stranger's input could put me in physical harm of myself <3 it is not your place to do bring me in or out of reality! that is specific to close friends and my spouse

🍆 ;; She does indeed! A lot of earthy or floral themes often are what she choses. she thinks it also compliments me well so we tend to share the same perfumes

🫑 ;; Since it's not to me personally idm answering! Miss Ada has a neutral view on it and yet also can find it to be something beautiful. She hates the grief it brings but she understands it in her own way. She doesn't have a bucketlist and prefers to not focus on it; being usually far too deep into work or caring for me to think on it too deeply

🥒 ;; She's usually worried about me and fearful of much hurting me. She isn't overprotective persé but outside of that she has such a brave face. I really admire her for her calm head and high lack of phobias... though she can't hide that lip twitch from me when I start talking about spiders

🥭 ;; Miss Ada had very few stuffed animals growing up but she loved her bunny plush growing up. A cute white bunny with lace! It was her favorite one and doesn't mention many others except a teddy bear or two

🍍 ;; There's nothing I'd change! Everything she did, went through. What I did, what I went through; led us both together. Though I do wish the IDV fandom stopped saying she's taking advantage of me!

🍏 ;; To me personally Miss Ada struggles with gender conformity and comfortability. I often see her put her hair up and maybe away in a cap; switching out her normal dress for pants and ends up looking more masculine. I don't think she knows I know and it's been like that for some time... she doesn't ever mention it but whenever she's ready to talk about it I'll be here for her <3

🍐 ;; Miss Ada doesn't often lose her temper, she tends to know when to take a step back or think over her next words carefully... though when she does she can get quite antsy in behavior! Mostly tapping her fingers or clicking her pen; if it bottled too much she gets a little touchy or even somewhat explosive — but I do my best to be by her side if she needs it or give her space if she wants to think it through herself. She also has a bad habit of chewing her lips <\3 I remind her to wear chapstick lol

sorry for being an absolute yapatron... i love miss ada so much and couldnt stop mysellffff <\3 tysvm bestie for sending in the ask!!!!!

and thank you for worryinf about my comfortability!!!! i really appreciate yew

[play-rough]

I was so nervous about kunikida giving Dazai a time out but when we find out he didn’t actually leave Dazai alone I felt a lot better. It’s not like kunikida knows about his past, so it’s not his fault. Plus he really validated babyzai and comforted him afterwards. (Personally I think timeouts are more suited to ranpo’s age but bless his heart for trying his best.)

Also I agree with the other person about Chuuya losing his mind over time out, and it leads to Kunikida never giving dazai one again and finding other ways to help discipline the baby otter. Discipline (when done appropriately) helps guide kids so kunikida would probably feel bad that it’s a traumatic experience but want to make sure he’s doing things safely. Kunikida is alllllll about safety and procedure with babyzai and ranpo 💯💯

-🦕

Looking back i almost wish i did a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit of kunikida pov, because in my mind he was like ‘oh shit you weren’t supposed to panic’ and probably felt really bad about the whole scenario 😭 i forget sometimes that the reader isn’t in my mind with me akhrhejsjjdhdjsjs but i wanted to do exclusively Dazai pov in the Ada verse and i didn’t want one to stick out… idk maybe I’m overthinking it and no one would have noticed lmaoooo

I’m glad it still comes across as a well meaning caregiver not realizing he’s stepping on a personal trauma landmine haha. Kunikida probably won’t give Dazai another time out, combination of ‘Kunikida realizes is probably not worth causing Dazai so much distress’ and ‘author can’t come up with another scenario that warrants punishment’ 😭😭😭😭

Also he’s probably learned not to leave the kids alone in time out from ranpo lmao, i bet he’d be one of those kids to just decide when his own time out is over and leave 😭

[999-ang3l]

HIIII SO HAPPY YOU GOT INTO WRITINGGG💓💓💓 could you maybe do a female pro wrestler x Jschlatt for me 😉❤️ Ive been thinking about it alllllll week!! And I’m too lazy too write one of my own but i might 😴

anything for you! im not super educated on pro wrestling but ill try! ♡ (this is such a good idea omgomgomgomg)

a/n: listening to the new miski song while working on this

one of his friends wanted to see it but they had an extra ticket so he invited him... and let me tell you, he had never seen such a hot woman do such hot things... he secretly found aggressive and dominant woman very attractive, he instantly became a big fan of you.

once he saw that you were doing autographs, he wanted to go talk to you. It seems like his friend did too because they both walked in the direction of the autographs.

after standing in line for a little, the two finally make it "hi there!" you gave them a kind smile. they were shocked how kind you were after absolutely demolishing someone. Once you and his friend had a normal conversation, it was his turn to converse with you.

he started off by saying how cool he thought the sport was (obviously he wasnt gonna mention how attractive you were to him). you chatted with him for a little as some fans were getting impatient. you were calling him pet names (cutie, handsome ect) he thought nothing of it, maybe you were just trying to be nice. you eventually asked if he wanted you to sign something and he bashfully patted his pockets and pulled out a small piece of paper.

after you signed it, he walked off, not realizing you put your number on that little paper.

[salvatwh0re]

https://www.tumblr.com/salvatwh0re/751798302584012800/showing-where-u-went-for-vacation-doesnt-proves-u?source=share

I didn't meant to come off as rude at alllllll 😭????!!!!!!

U said u don't want to share your personal life, I understand, neither would I. But any of the things I asked u to do couldn't reveal your personal life....!!??

And u said u don't share those pic to prove that u entered void but then why when an anon asked for prove u showed the pics of u in Morocco ( if I remember correct ) I'm talking abt the post in which u showed your backyard

Any ans now?

Hi! I understand that, if you read the post in its entirety you would see that I was just using your ask as an example, and not directly calling you rude. What you were asking is a part of what I’ve explicitly state many times that I am not willing to share. Like I’ve said before, even sharing pictures of myself is uncomfortable for me, but I understand that it makes most of you feel closer to me to know who is actually behind the blog. The pictures from Morocco were not at all proof of the void, it’s just “proof” of why i was gone for a few days. It wasn’t even an answer to an ask, it was its own separate post. The only time I’ve ever used pictures as “proof”was the very first time I did a face reveal. I didn’t really intend for it to be proof, I just used it as a way for you guys to understand that I’m a living, breathing, human being that makes mistakes just the same as all of you. Just because I’ve tapped into the void state and manifested my desires doesn’t mean I’m some magical all powerful being that transcends reality and saves the universe. It may sound cringe but I’m literally just a girl from California that wanted to travel the world, be confident in her body, and make her mom proud. There’s nothing special about it, I have absolutely no desire to make things float with my mind, or make myself levitate or something, I just wanted to improve my life so i could live it the way I wanted to without as much stress and hardship, as I’m sure most of you want too.

A lot of people are satisfied with my “proof” and if you’re not, then that’s definitely something you should work on! I have plenty of posts and subliminals that can help you fix your mindset and achieve your desired outcomes. I used to be in your position once before craving some sort of hard core proof that would suddenly make me fully believe in the void, remove all my doubt, and teleport me to the void. Unfortunately, it doesn’t really work that way. As long as you give power to your doubts, they will always win, no matter what kind of proof you’re given, your limiting beliefs, blockages and doubts will always find a way to convince you that you cannot achieve what you desire, and until you work on that, it’s going to be very difficult for you get where you want to be.

P.S: sorry for the tough love, I really don’t like being so “aggressive” in my responses, but I get so many like this and I just want to be able to get through to you guys. Love you all, thank you for trusting me and sticking along with me through this:)

[ssahotchnerr]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cvvw7jfIaOF/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

hehe katie 🤭 you're the first thing that comes up to my mind to share this to because of the constant girl!dad aaron you've been feeding us with!!! hehe. it's so aaron in the way he always validates you as a mom and taking care of everything when he couldn't ☹🥰<3 the girls obviously have your back and they just love to tease their dad 🤭

omg thank you SO MUCH for thinking of me this is one of my fav things i've everrrr been sent <333333 so so SOOOO aaron coded i need to SCREAM, cw; fem!reader, girl dad!aaron, bit of suggestiveness hehe

first of all, hotchner family hiking days 🥰🥰🥰 it's for weekends when aaron is home, the weather is way too nice to stay inside AND it's the perfect way for the kids to get alllllll their energy out, fall asleep very soundly early so you and aaron can have your own private time with no interruptions later 🤭 hehe i've mentioned twin girls before and it's sooo fitting for this too 😭 the lil girls sharing both of you and aaron's features <333 they have his dark hair, and for the excursion they either have their hair pulled up in a ponytail, a braid, or being held back by a hat 😭😭 just chattering on and on and on for the entirety of the walk, asking aaron soooo many questions or bringing up topics at random - there's literally not a moment of silence with those two <3333333 they're so little but they have sooo much to say.

the twins are walking behind aaron who's leading the way - who's also holding onto the backpack with snacks, first aid, rain ponchos, extra shoes, water bottles and the newest baby hotchner strapped to him too <33333 he's reminding the littles to stay close, not go off the path, and to not 🫵🏻 touch any leaves of three, not wanting to deal with a bout of poison ivy 😭 jack's also in the middle - helping out his baby sisters, lifting them over fallen trees in the middle of the path, walking the family dog (that you all managed to convince aaron to get - you all took a family trip 'just to look' one day and yet came home with a new family member 🥹😭) <333 again, the girls are talking aaron's ear off nonstop behind him and then you're in the back making sure no one gets left behind or you're quick to help if one of them falls or trips on a stick or rock.

but aaron mentioning he's tired 😭😭😭 - he's also wearing a hat 🥰🥰🥰 and those Very Dad type of sunglasses 😭 and then the girls are immediately blasting him: "you can't be tired" "well, mommy-" "she does it all the time-" "she even does it when-" etc etc etc. and you can't help but laugh because they're your girls 🥹🥰🥰🥰 they're glued to your side on the daily (when aaron isn't around 🙄✋🏻🥰💓) so of course they would defend you and tease their daddy at any opportunity- they've seen you do it countless times hehe <3333

and aaron, not even bothering to look behind him and continuing to trek forward, and nearly out of breath because you're all going up an incline, he simply deadpans, "i'm not your mother, i'm a whiny baby" (as if he's not out catching serial killers on the daily LOL) 😭 and AMOUNT of giggles that leave the girls 😭😭😭💓💕💓🩷 even jack has to laugh at that one 😭😭😭 they start teasing him even more and again he praises you for all you do for your family, calling you super mommy and says, "so you all better appreciate your mother for all she does for you🫵🏻🤨🥰" 💓💓💓 and the girls immediately chirp they do and stop walking, for you to catch up so they can give you a hug or insists on holding your hand <333

and LOL you manage to get to aaron's side at one point and you have to tease him too so you're all like ;) "did you just say all those things for your benefit later" and hehe he just laughs and is like "hm maybe" 🤭 BUT he's just teasing and genuinely appreciates you and everything you do and he's so so happy and grateful to be raising a family with you 🥹 <333333