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[knickknacksandallthat]

Part Three of "A Fallen Star" Series

Launching 8.25.23 on AO3

[destiny-fics]

11:45 pm-Wang Yixiang (Nicholas)

Pairing: Wang Yixiang (Nicholas) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, sneaking out, car sex, making out, riding, dirty talk, dom!Nicholas, sub!reader, Euijoo makes an appearance, swearing, reader gets called baby and princess and also a brat, Nicho is sometimes referred to as Yixiang, he also gets called the reader's boytoy.

A/N: Hello everyone! Long time no see and here I am to drop this little Nicho fic and to say that I'll officially be adding &team to my list of groups I write for! I'll only be writing for K, Fuma, Nicho, Euijoo, Yuma and Jo so feel free to request things you'd like to see for those members! Hope y'all enjoy this.

18+ Only. Minors DNI

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"What the ever-loving fuck is that?"

You looked up from your journal at your roommate's expletive, raising your eyebrow at her as she stalked over to your window. Your dorm was on one of the upper floors of your building and usually, at this time of night during the middle of the week, it was quiet, peaceful even. The perfect environment for the two of you to study in, your roommate pouring over her physics notes while you scribbled in your journal.

"Ugh," your friend groaned as she looked out the window, montioning for you to come over to the window. "It's your boy toy."

You furrowed your brows, closing your journal before making your way over to the window. "My boytoy?"

"Nicholas," she rolled her eyes, opening the window. "Hey boy toy, will you knock it off? Some people are trying to study here!"

"Don't call him that," you whisper-yelled, pushing her away from the window "she didn't mean that! What...what are you doing here though?"

Nicholas just laughed, shaking his head and tucking his hands in your pockets. "It's okay princess. I was just wondering if you wanted to come for a drive?"

"Nicho it's past curfew, I'll get...we'll get in trouble."

"Ah, who's gonna know?"

"I'll know," your roommate singsonged, looking back out the window and down at Nicholas. "What makes you think I'll let you take my darling y/n away tonight?"

Nicholas merely looked amused and motioned to his car "Euijoo's in the car. I could offer you a trade for a few hours?"

You roommate hummed softly "You and y/n go for a drive and I get Euijoo to myself for a few hours?"

"That's what I said isn't it?"

"You got yourself a deal sir."

Nicholas grinned, bowing his head at your roommate before motioning to Euijoo to get out of the car "Pleasure doing business with you madam."

You rolled your eyes at their antics before pulling on your shoes and a jacket. "You're crazy Nicho, you know that?"

"Crazy about you, you mean." He ignored the disgusted face Euijoo pulled at him as he walked past, ready to climb through your window as soon as you'd climbed out. "Now jump."

"Jump?? I was joking before but you really are crazy."

"Ah c'mon I'll catch you," he smirked holding his arms out for you to jump into. "Don't you trust me baby?"

You sighed, looking over the window ledge and down at your boyfriend before swinging your leg over the edge and jumping into Nicholas' arms. He grinned as he caught you and set you down gently, kissing your cheek. "See? Told you I'd catch you."

You rolled your eyes, patting his chest gently "Yeah, yeah. You were right."

Nicholas grinned, pulling you in closely by the waist and kissing you deeply "God it's so sexy when you say that."

"Ah," you nodded your head in recognition, briefly breaking eye contact with Nicholas to wave goodbye to your roomate as she pulled Euijoo into your room, hands already tugging at his hair and lips already attached. "So we're going on a drive then? Not just a drive."

"Baby," Nicho looked mock offended as he began to walk you to his car. "I am a gentleman, I would never suggest we partake in something so vulgar."

You snorted "Good thing I'm not a gentleman, so I'll suggest it. Wanna take me to a lookout and let me ride you in the driver's seat?"

Nicholas grinned, openeing the passanger side door for you before sliding into the driver's seat.

"I'm so glad you asked."

~

"Fuck princess...that's it, mark me up. Make sure everyone knows I'm yours."

You hummed softly against Nicholas' neck, nipping and sucking at the soft skin to leave another bruise. A garden of similar marks had begun to bloom across your boyfriend’s neck and he was incredibly pleased with your work. You pulled away to admire the marks, pressing your fingers into the bruises. Nicholas moaned, looking up at you through hooded eyelids and kicking his head back so you could see the marks better.

"They look pretty baby?"

"Yeah..." You nodded "so pretty."

"That's cause my pretty girl did them." He smiled, sitting up and pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. "My pretty fucking girl marked me up, made me hers."

"All mine Nicho, you're all mine." You whispered against his lips, hands desperately making their way down to his belt to undo the buckle. He lifted his hips up to let you slide his pants and boxers down, just enough for his cock to spring out, the tip hard and leaking. You practically drooled at the sight, and ran your thumb over his leaking slit. Nicholas sighed, watching you with his lip between his teeth.

"You just gonna tease princess? Or you actually going to follow through with that promise to ride me?"

"Don't be a brat Wang Yixiang, or I won't follow through at all."

Nicholas raised an eyebrow, pulling your panties to the side and positioning you over his cock, just teasing your entrance with his tip. "We're using government names now y/n y/l/n?"

"Depends, are you going to continue to be a brat?"

Nicholas chuckled, shaking his head "I am not the brat baby, you are. But that's okay, I have a foolproof plan to change that."

"And what exactly would that be...?" You sunk yourself onto his cock with a moan, eyelids fluttering shut.

Nicholas snapped his hips up into yours fast and hard, pushing little desperate and whiny moans out of your mouth. "Oh it's easy really, I'll just fuck all that brattiness out of you."

"Is that a-fuck! Promise?"

"Oh princess, it's a fucking guarantee."

And Nicholas wasn't the kind of person to back out of one of his promises. He set a rough, nearly animalistic pace, fucking you hard and fast, cock hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. You could barely speak, you could barely think, only able to feel Nicholas, only able to think about him and how his cock felt inside of you.

"Nicho...Nicho fuck, please please please."

"What do you want princess?"

"Want you to make me cum...please."

Nicholas immediately slowed his pace down as the words left your mouth, chuckling as you whined. "You think you deserve to cum? Think you've earned it?"

"Yes Nicho...Yixiang, please."

"Okay then my pretty princess, you can cum, cum all over my cock for me."

Nicholas' permission was the last thing you needed for the knot of pleasure within your stomach to come lose, burying your head into your boyfriend's neck as you creamed on his cock. Nicholas pushed himself deep inside you as he came, letting out his own long groan to accompany you whines and moans of his name.

You both panted quietly as you came down from your highs, Nicholas' car hot and sticky with sweat and the smell of sex.

"Juju's gonna kill me for fucking in the car," he whispered making you laugh softly.

"If he does then I'll kill him back for fucking in my room."

Nicholas laughed, kissing your cheek softly "I love you, you know that right?"

"You've mentioned it once or twice," you giggled, pecking his lips. "I love you too."

~

Thump

"Ow..."

"Nicho I swear if you don't shut the fuck up."

You whisper yelled, helping Nicholas back up off the floor of your room and leading him to your bed.

"Sorry sorry, but who just leaves a chair there?"

You deadpanned him, falling onto the covers of your bed and dragging your boyfriend to lay next to you, quickly checking to see if your roommate and Euijoo were still asleep in her bed. "Under the desk? Where they usually are? Oh I don't know everyone?"

"Oh ha ha you're so funny."

"I'm glad you agree," you giggled kissing his nose. The two of you settled into a comfortable silence, letting the sound of the other's breathing lull you to sleep. It was peaceful, quiet and almost too relaxing, until the soft voice of Euijoo rang through the room.

"Yo Nicho, you okay? You totally ate shit tripping over that chair."

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[jetblack4realz]

summer camp - kayce dutton

summary - kayce's gotta head out to handle the cattle at the summer camp and neither of y'all are good with distance

word count - 2.2k

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"we've gotta babysit them now," kayce said, sighing as he leaned against the doorframe and watched you put your folded clothes into the dresser. "set up a summer camp in west end. we'll be out there 'til august."

"august?" you wondered, turning around with furrowed brows. "it's that bad?"

"well, we gotta make sure all the alfalfa's completely out of their usual fields, so yeah," he sighed, looking over at you. he hesitated, earning a sigh from you.

"what else?" you asked.

"dad wants to take tate with us too. i don't think it's a bad idea."

"i don't either."

that surprised him. "you don't?"

"he's gotta learn these things at some point, right? he can go as long as you're putting him to work, keeping him involved. it ain't a vacation," you told him, smiling softly as you shut the final drawer and walked over to stand in front of your husband, hands raising to rest on his biceps. "so, i'm gonna be left here, all alone, all summer?"

"you can come visit," he suggested, smiling gently as his arms wrapped around your torso snugly. "i'd be happy to see you."

"i'm sure you would be," you laughed, pressing a slow kiss to his lips. "i might just do that. as much as i love beth, i don't think either of us wanna stay here alone all summer."

"i definitely wouldn't," he chuckled.

"well, i get along with your sister a little bit better than you do," you hummed. "honestly, i don't think you and rip would want us here all alone all summer either."

he laughed. "and what do you mean by that?"

"i mean, what happened the last time beth and i were left to ourselves for a weekend? beth ended up in jail and i had a black eye for a week," you answered, a soft laugh on your lips as you remembered that time. the boys were off hunting and you and beth tried to hold down the fort - until some dude got handsy at the bar and then so did y'all.

"yeah, that was hard to explain away to tate. what'd we tell him?" he asked.

"that i fell out of the bed and hit my head on the nightstand," you said, laughing a bit more at the memory of your five year old fretting over your bruised eye.

"and that was just one weekend. yeah, let's not do that again," he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "i gotta pack up. we're heading out tomorrow."

you sighed. "alright." you released him from your hold, still leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips as he moved to step away. "imma miss you, being all alone here without you."

"i know, that's why you gotta come out to see us every now and again," he answered, kissing you again with a soft smile before breaking away and shooting you a sneaky grin. "you do remember how to cowboy, right?"

you raised your brows. "damn right i do. ten years of muscle memory doesn't just go away after raising your child, dutton."

he laughed, hand reaching out to wind around your waist as he stepped to you again. "i'm just playing, baby."

"mhm, well say that again and i ain't gonna come out and visit you for the rest of the summer," you told him with a roll of your eyes.

it was his turn to roll his eyes. "mhm, like you can handle not seeing me for three months."

"you'd be surprised," you answered.

he scoffed, leaning down to hover over your lips as he replied: "i don't think i would be."

he kissed you then, the finality to his words etched in the way he cupped your cheek and slowly deepened it, his tongue brushing over your bottom lip as you leaned up into him. the hand on your waist kept you close to him as he dragged the kiss out, being slow with you even as a small smile pulled at one side of his mouth. when he finally pulled away and let you go in favor of packing, you were standing at the doorway still, watching his cute ass walk over to the closet and pull down his duffle bag.

"damn," you breathed out. "he might just be right."

when they left, you found things to occupy yourself. you had some work to get done regarding the financials of the ranch that john had delegated to you, so you took that extra time to finish it all up. you also wrote up a proposal to begin selling beef instead of cattle, even though you knew your father-in-law would never agree to it. it wasn't how the ranch was run now, which meant it was never going to be run that way. might as well try though.

then you busied yourself with mundane household tasks, deep cleaning yours and kayce's closet (getting sidetracked with old high school journals of yours that outlined y'all's relationship and was way too entertaining to just bypass), throwing clothes that tate had grown out of into a goodwill bag, mealprepping some breakfasts for yourself.

and then you crashed out on the couch, watching reruns of friends and pretty woman. you tried to go see beth, but she was off doing who knows what. you asked jake if he needed any help, but he was doing all the grunt work with jimmy that you had no interest in.

eventually, you declared it official - you were bored.

like, bored bored.

so, you packed a duffle with some crappy work clothes and a coat, grabbed a sleeping bag, and saddled up your horse. you hadn't been out riding in a while, cowboy riding at least, so it was nice to be back in your well-worn brown hat and matching chaps you used so much before y'all got married.

"west end?" you asked jake as you trotted up to him. he laughed when he spotted the gear strapped to your saddle.

"you headed up there?" he said.

"yeah. wanna point me in the right direction?"

"pasture 12, down past quail creek," he answered. "have fun."

you laughed, beginning to head in that direction. "thanks jake!"

the ride there was blissful, the wind blowing in your hair as the sun shone down on you. you'd forgotten how relaxing it was to be on horseback in the summer weather of montana.

when you rode up, tying your horse off to a post the rest of the wranglers had set up, john was the first you saw.

"hi," you said with a smile, sitting beside him as he fiddled with his knife and a piece of wood. "widdling?"

"trying to make a bear, but it ain't turning out so well," he chuckled. "you get bored back at the house?"

"deathly," you sighed, leaning back in the camp chair you'd claimed for your own. "where's kayce and tate?"

"tate is around here somewhere looking for a good piece of wood to carve and kayce is out wolf hunting," he answered, glancing behind him to where tate was running out of the treeline holding up a block of wood excitedly.

he spotted you then, his face lighting up. "momma!"

"hi baby," you laughed, catching him as he hugged you tight around your neck. "you widdling with grandpa?"

"a wolf!" he exclaimed, pulling back to fish his little knife from his pocket. he popped it open, earning a quick reminder from john.

"blood circle, pal," he said. "make sure you ain't gonna skin your momma with it if it slides off the wood."

tate followed instructions, moving back to sit on a stump opposite his grandpa and holding the knife out to make sure no one was in his circle. john nodded. "good."

"well, when i get back i'll be looking forward to seeing your wolf," you said, smiling at tate as you stood and stepped to the side. you glanced at john, laughing lightly. "and your bear."

"where are you going?" tate asked.

"to find your dad," you answered with a smile. "i ain't seen him in two weeks, i'd like to say hi."

"he went off that way," john said, gesturing behind him to the left into the surrounding forest. "don't know if he's still that way but it's a start."

you said a thanks before walking off that way, your boots crunching the leaves and sticks on the forest floor in a satisfying snap. the breeze blew gently, keeping your hair over your shoulder as a content smile pulled at your lips. this was the part of montana that you loved. not the valley, with snotty people and messy politics, but the mountains, with clear air and singing birds and tall pines. it was beautiful.

you'd walked a while, humming softly to yourself as you went before you found yourself stumbling upon your husband stalking through the woods in just a tshirt, hat, and jeans and a rifle in his hand.

"you think you're just gonna find their den out here or something?" you wondered, smiling softly as he turned around with raised brows. "i think your attention's gotta be on 'em at night. you know, when they're actually out hunting our cows."

"hi, baby," he said, smiling as he approached you quickly. you met him halfway, arms wrapping tightly around his neck as he scooped you into his arms, breathing out into your neck as he held to you tightly.

"you missed me?" you asked, pressing a kiss to his neck as you squeezed him again. "i sure as hell missed you. being at the house without y'all is boring, kayce."

"yeah, i believe you there," he said as he pulled back slightly, smiling down at you. he kept you close to him with his arms around your waist, your hands sliding down to settle on his shoulders more comfortably. "i missed you too, darlin."

he kissed you then, one hand rising to hold your face just below your jaw, the other pulling you closer to him as you kissed him right back. he was slow with you, intentional with the push and pull of his lips and tongue with yours. it was passionate, but calm somehow, even as his hand slid down to cup behind your thigh and bring your leg up to his hip.

when you pulled back, still only a breath away from his lips, you giggled like a teenager. "that's one hell of a hello, cowboy."

"yeah, well i missed you like hell, so..." he said, smiling before he kissed you again, his method staying the same despite him releasing your thigh and instead playing with the hem of your shirt. you smacked his hand as you broke away from him.

"literally anyone could walk up at any point, kayce dutton," you said, shaking your head as you breathed a laugh. "kiss me all you like, but i do not want our nine year old walking up to your hand up my shirt."

"i wasn't gonna," he defended, but his grin told you otherwise.

"sure you weren't," you said, rolling your eyes. "don't you got a wolf to track?"

"you're more important," he said, kissing you again, shorter this time though, and more needy as he tugged you in by your waist. "and anyways, like you said, they're out at night. i ain't gonna find any anytime soon anyways."

"if that's what helps you sleep at night," you laughed, one hand running through his hair as you pushed it out of his eyes.

"i'm not sleeping tonight," he said, smirking still. "whether it's from wolves or cougars though, that's up for debate."

"i'm not a cougar!" you said, pushing him away with a playful look of shock. "you're older than me!"

"i'm just messing with you, baby," he chuckled, pulling you back into his hold by your hands, his mouth by your ear when he continued. "but you sure do got the heart of one."

"and that means what, exactly?" you asked, raising your brows as you resisted the smile that insisted on pulling the corners of your lips up.

he winked at you, laughing lightly. "you know what it means."

you groaned, pulling him back to you to hold him by the shoulders, your forehead falling to rest against his collarbones. "i think being out here has made you a little wilder too, honey."

"ain't my problem," he said, kissing the side of your head. "herding cattle all day is boring business, baby. gotta keep it interesting somehow."

"i think herding cattle is entertaining," you mumbled. "gives me something to do."

"you say that because you ain't doing it all day everyday," he chuckled.

you rolled your eyes, sighing again.

"this summer camp is gonna be the death of me."

"but, it'll sure be more entertaining than staying home alone," he told you, grinning down at you. "c'mere."

he kissed you again, deeply as both his hands cupped your face below your jaw, earning a small smile from you. you kept your hands in his hair until he broke away and even after, smiling up at him happily.

"yeah, you're right," you hummed. "definitely more entertaining."

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I imagine we're three, four months into the relationship. 

It's always been kisses on your hands, arms, cheeks, temples and even your shoulders, but nowhere on the lips. He lives for the shy smile that plays on your lips or even the way you avert your gaze when he kisses up your arm Gomez-style, but discomfort is a big no-no. 

He may be the au fait in this between the two of you, but he'll let you take the reins when it comes to its pacing. Whether your reason has something to do with not-so-great experiences in the past, finding the 'right time', or just you being shy in general, he's patient. He's a gentleman who knows how to show his love for you in other ways.

And taking the reins, you did when you finally mustered the courage to do so.

It happened when he came by to your house after his deployment, his first one since he began dating you. It's a fairly short one, about three months, but you've never felt so worried for his well-being in your life. 

So, when he knocks on your door, coming straight from his stationing with his bags, as he's promised, you can't help but hug him as soon as you open the door. 

He chuckles, wrapping one arm around you while effortlessly pulling his bags inside before closing the door behind him. He wraps his other arm around you, whispering how he misses you against your temple.

"'Did say I'd make it back just fine, didn't I?" He jokes, lightening up the mood as he takes one of your hands for one of his usual, chivalrous kisses. 

The night goes on smoothly he excuses himself to take a quick shower, and then enjoy the delicious meal you've made. He even surprises you back with a couple of gifts he's bought for you. 

But that wasn't the biggest surprise. 

Tummies full, the two of you kick back in the living room, the TV's turned on and Graves is clearly happy to be back, leaning in the seat with your back against his chest. 

But his focus isn't on the TV, it's on you. He could practically hear the gears turning in your head, especially when you seem deep in your thoughts at times.

"Got a lot in y'mind, pretty girl?" It's hard not to melt with the petname he uses, plus the way he caresses your cheek to turn your attention to him. 

"No, I'm just," You pause for a second, your eyes temporarily on his chest as you trace lines over his shirt, "Really happy to see you." 

It already takes a lot to admit it, but it's even more when your eyes lock with his.

"M'glad to see you, too." He strokes your chin with his thumb. You hesitated to act on your plan at first, but when you took notice of his eyes glancing at your lips for a split second dispelled your concerns. 

He doesn't question you when you scoot closer—he has an inkling of where this is going. The anticipation only builds up when your eyes dart between his face and his chest. 

You were clearly nervous, but your eyes told him everything he needed to know.

The thumb that was on your chin moved upwards to stroke your bottom lip—a silent way to encourage you. 

And you took it. Leaning in to press your lips together as your eyes fluttered closed. He’s quick to pull you closer, chest to chest, but not to the point of trapping you, as he passionately returns the kiss. 

His smile is apparent against your lips as he hears you whimper ever so softly, only to feel your fingers dig into the front of his shirt. 

It lasts for a good few seconds before you pull away, breathing just a tad heavier and your eyes are as half-lidded as his. 

As much as he yearns for another, he knows you need a moment, so he settled for another way. By pulling your head into the crook of his neck, pressing kisses on your forehead and temple while running his hand up and down your back. You can hear the pride in his voice as he speaks up. 

"Always knew y'had the sweetest lips."

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[abstractnaturaldisaster]

is it over now? (was it over then?)

part four

part five: i was hoping you'd be there

Robin managed to keep her shit together for approximately ten minutes after she stopped watching Steve make his way through security and into the depths of the airport. In the ride back to Steve's place, her leg was shaking so much Nancy discreetly grabbed Robin's pinky and held it in the back of the car.

The rest of the trafficky route back to Steve's all Robin could think about was how to fix things. She knew Steve didn't tell her about Eddie so she could fix things and Steve didn't run off to Italy to hide from everything but the situation still bothered Robin. She hadn't known Eddie for a terribly long time but he made her dingus happy so she held him in relatively high regard. It didn't make sense for him to just cut tail and run without leaving some sort of door open for a resolution and Robin was going to her darndest to figure out how on earth she could find that crack.

When they got back to Steve's apartment, Nancy didn't let Robin go long without asking for an explanation.

"Robs, babe, what is going on?" Nancy asked.

"I need to figure out how to solve Steve and Eddie." Robin answered.

"I don't think Steve wants you too. He seemed pretty resolved to close that chapter." Nancy urged.

"I know what he said but that's not what he wants. Also Eddie is a huge dummy if he doesn't realize how good he had it with Steve and also that Steve would never cheat on anyone. Especially not after y'all's whole thing. No offense." Robin continued.

"Okay so we aren't letting this go. What's the plan?" Nancy asked.

"Thanks for your support, love. I just can't figure out why Eddie jumped to the conclusion that you and Steve were together again. I mean no offense but like that ship very publicly sailed," Robin said.

"I'm trying really hard not to take offense but the more often you say it the more I am having trouble not being offended," Nancy snarked.

"Sorry, dingus wormed his way into my little heart long before you so I still gotta give you shit over soulmate solidarity. But back to the matter at hand. Eddie only assumed you would only be visiting Steve if you were trying to get back together when really you were coming to see little old me. So what if I came out. Like what if we came out? And shared some of the pictures from like super early on and thanked Steve for being a great friend for many years when I wasn't ready to take that step," Robin knew she was rambling but, hell, she was on a roll.

"Are you ready for that? I'm happy to take your lead on all this. It's not like we haven't already told everyone who is actually important to us. I mostly write freelance nowadays anyways so there isn't really some big bag corporate overlord I need to worry about. You know Steve doesn't need you to do this? It's one thing if you're ready to come out on your own, it's a whole different thing to do it for someone else," Nancy counseled.

"I really think I'm ready. I'm sick of Steve feeling like he needs to come to everything with me and you're stateside a lot more often and I'd love to go out on dates without the next day having like a million articles speculate if you're trying to move in on Steve. I think it's time," Robin rationalized.

"All right, then. We're doing this. Should we use this as an excuse to make Jon take cute couple pictures of us?" Nancy giggled a little at her suggestion.

"Yes! Perfect. Get him over here. Operation Save Dingus from his Self Sacrifice is a go!" Robin jumped up on the couch to make her point and Nancy immediately had to come to her aid as she wobbled enough to lose her balance.

Robin was excited. She was ready for the next step with Nancy and if it helped Steve get out of his own head and/or convinced a certain metalhead with very few remaining braincells to get his head out of his ass then so be it. Robin couldn't wait to think of all the sappy shit Nancy would pretend to be annoyed at she'd be able to do now. Steve would be back in a few weeks so Robin anxiously awaited Jon's response and started several caption ideas in her notes app.

part six

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[creatingblackcharacters]

Thanks so much for your hard work, it’s always great seeing in-depth conversations about doing Black people justice in media 😊 If you haven’t answered this before, what made you decide to start this blog?

I have a bunch of answers to this lol so I'll just bullet point them:

Two things I sincerely hate are willful ignorance and bystanders. And so often when it comes to antiblackness in life, media, and fandom, people go "well I didn't know!" when asked why they allowed or participated in racism. Okay. Well let's address that problem! Now you've been presented with the resources. Now you have the ability to Know. Now, if you choose to do nothing, you are making a Willful Choice to allow and/or participate in antiblackness. I made this blog because I wanted to remove that excuse of "not knowing" as a reason for being racist. We've normalized antiblackness and it's time to stop acting like it's because "people don't know" rather than "people don't feel the need to do anything/are happy to benefit". Now that you know, what are you going to do?

As I have been told many times, I have the patience to do it! I don't expect my Black peers to constantly answer or want to answer these questions, because I know everyone is tired of hearing them. But I like discussing these things, and I've said it many times- as long as you are willing to learn, I am willing to speak. So... I figured I'd do it so no one else has to. 🤷🏾‍♀️ I won't say it doesn't upset me sometimes, but that's what I signed up for and I'm allowed to say that. Bc my Black peers are not crazy! We're all seeing it. So I want YOU to see it.

It's my way of contributing to the war. I've always been the one willing to point out the elephant in the room if need be. If nothing else, I go into this knowing that I had a particular skill set to contribute to fighting against antiblackness and that's what I'm doing.

I enjoy information lol. Teaching helps keep me sharp too. I've had to notice my own issues as well. So it was a bit of self challenge as well- can I communicate to y'all what I am seeing in these spaces? Can I find the dots and connect them on screen?

I think that's bout it 👍🏾

[f-cat]

Tickling FCat!

Hey there, fans! Fantine here. I know -- there's a lot of explaining to do; I don't even know where to begin. This is a long one, so I hope y'all stick with me.

A few days ago, Cat and I were going through our inbox and trying to reorganize files. Videos, shoots, requests, booking -- take your pick. We uncluttered a lot of shit and organized them into a nice list, and my boss - Cat - passed it over to me to handle. I spent a good half hour combing through the list -- I'm looking and looking -- and I notice there's a ton of messages asking:

"When's the boss gonna get hers?" "Is Cat available?" "When can we see Cat tickled?"

I'm not even joking, there's at least 20 or so messages from fans and associates about her, filled to the brim with their wildest fantasies. It's more than anything I've seen so far since we've been open. I think about how to approach this -- so I get up, walk to her office, and just lay it out. I'm reading through bullet points of ideas the fans had, and Cat's just scoffing. I remember she said "Yeah, that's never going to fucking happen."

Look, I love Cat -- we've been in business for a while, and she pays me pretty well to keep the equipment functioning, do setups, book appointments, etc. And she was never gonna be the ticklee? Not even once?

Nah. I wasn't going to let that slide. I knew in my heart she wasn't gonna fire me, because there's no one else in the industry with this much technological prowess mixed with a depraved, fetishistic mind like me. So I schemed. Just a tiny bit.

So I was like -- hey, we got these beautiful stocks auctioned off to us by some guy who we're gonna keep anonymous. Why not use it? I remembered, he told us this setup was cursed. Something to do with "Living Wood."

It took a few days, but I convinced our company nurse, our animal caretaker, and our analyst to "join the cause." No matter what, at the end of the day -- Cat is going into them stocks.

We were literally chasing her through the entire facility, and I gotta say -- this woman can fucking run. She's been training for months, and none of us on the staff are too athletic, but after a good 10 minutes or so, we finally got her. Cat was fighting and biting her way out, but sorry boo -- four is greater than one. (Cat if you're reading this, I love you, please don't fire meeee)

Now the special thing with these stocks that we found out -- they're like otherworldly, cursed, eldritch-type horrors. Arms literally spring out of them when they're about to receive a ticklee. So we put Cat in -- lock in her ankles, and I'm combing through the list to find the first bullet on the line. The fan messaged: "[I'd like Cat] with all [her] toes tied in stocks. Both feet tickled by electric toothbrushes, the arch on one and the toes on the other. Feet oiled as well if it’s not too much trouble. Thanks[.]"

We have to start somewhere, right? I'm taking off her shoes -- Cat's cursing at me, screaming to let her go -- but I mean...I've dealt with so many ticklees over the years and this shit is just blank noise. Instead of conventional baby oil or coconut oil, I'm rubbing this special concoction we made into her feet -- it's like an oil/paste hybrid with an ointment kind of consistency that makes the skin ridiculously slippery; it also retains body heat well to keep her extra sensitive. It's the stuff we put on our naughtiest lees usually.

Here's a few secrets you didn't know about my boss -- number 1: Cat's toes are her more ticklish spot. Number 2: did y'all know her feet blush when they're touched or tickled? Like they turn pink almost instantly when you're rubbing on them. I think it's fucking adorable.

Anyways, after I got Cat's feet all oiled up and we bring out the Sonicares - electric toothbrushes that vibrate thousands of times a second...it's maximum tickling efficiency capable of decimating nerves. It's her favorite tool to use (and have it used on her).

So the Living Wood comes out of the stocks and grabs the brushes up out of my hand -- I mean, she can't fire me if I'm not the one doing the tickling, right? And Cat is whimpering like crazy until they turn those brushes up on max speed and get it going -- they start gliding the bristles against her greasy-looking soles, and Cat immediately starts losing her mind. She's ticklish as fuck (on a scale of 1 to 10, she's a 30), and I know deep down, she loves it.

One of my favorite sounds I think is underrated -- is the buzzing of the electric toothbrush. Like it sounds like a nest of angry bees or wasps flying around, and the moment that buzzing becomes muffled slightly -- you know it's made contact with Cat's glistening soles. If you mix that with her roaring laughter -- I mean...paradise is right here on Earth. I'm not even joking - fans, this might be one of the hottest things y'all ever witnessed.

The toothbrush is just effortlessly gliding in between her greasy toes, and Cat is flopping side to side -- like a fish out of water. Her black hair is getting thrown back and forth as she loses her sanity. She's sweaty, blushing, wiggling, and howling...shrieking with laughter because we all know -- it tickles.

While boss is in the other room laughing it up, we'll keep her monitored. I don't think I've ever seen a girl wiggle so violently when her feet are tickled.

Anyways, I've put in a few days off for her (I'm such a caring employee, right?) and the stocks are gonna keep tickling her until the batteries on the toothbrush run out. I don't really know what it'll do after, so I'll keep y'all posted.

Don't worry about us too much, we'll take care of her! Much love to all of you!

-- Fantine

P.S. By the way, we got some secret shots of Cat if you wanna check out her DA gallery. She's gonna be mad when she finds out, so look them up while you can.

[certifiedsexed]

hey so i am a Rambler so i'm going to elaborate on why i'm asking but, what would you say is the adequate age to have partnered sex with someone of your age you're in a serious relationship with and trust very much?

i'm going to try to like, tldr it a Lot but basically my girlfriend and i have been dating for nearly 7 months (anniversary tomorrow! let's go), she currently lives to the city next to mine (like, 50 minutes away or so?) and while we've seen each other a good few times and our parents are friends with each other she's recently told me that her and her family is moving to my city, and fortunately actually pretty close to my house too (yay!). we're very good with communication (at least i think so 😭) so we've talked a bit about sexuality-related stuff and we both agree we'd like to try something like that when we both live near each other. both of our families are very sex positive and open about letting us do our thing if it's in private and we do research first but then my doubting comes in because what if we're like... not prepared enough? or not mature enough? though i don't actually know what exactly i think could happen (i think it's generally "what if we're not mature enough to consent" or "what if we get hurt somehow" but mostly it's just a strong Anxiety about, if i may say, fucking it up) i don't want any of us to be like, affected in any way because of that so i'm a little scared LOL. you're the best resource i have for this that isn't my parents (thought that'd be an awkward conversation) so i thought i'd try to ask you about it! :0

also since i just realized i didn't even specify on this at the start (😭), i am 13 and she's 14 with only a few months of difference, tho i'm pretty sure that when she moves here it'll be after my 14th birthday? (we are also both afab, i assume that doesn't really matter but just in case you wanna give any specific advice?)

thank you SO SO much in advance just typing this out has eased my thoughts a little bit

Hi! I'm a fellow rambler, so welcome. ^_^

My simple answer? There is no specific "age" that is "adequate" for you to have sex. There's also no specific age as a child where you "can't" consent to having sex with someone in your age-range.

If you both want to have sex and decide to have sex, that's great! That's an adequate time to have sex!

If you're not prepared enough, let me tell you what happens: you stop and you talk about it.

It sounds like y'all are doing well and there's no reason for your communication to suddenly die the moment sex becomes part of the equation.

If y'all can talk about having sex, then you can try to have sex and talk about it as you try. Not being prepared enough does not have to be a nightmare situation, Anon.

Realizing "oh hey I don't know how to do this" can be fixed simply by saying that to your girl and asking, "Do you know? Should we do some research?"

It's not a failure and its perfectly okay to realize you don't know what you're doing! You haven't done this before! In fact, your girlfriend might not be prepared and not know what she's doing! In that situation, you should be kind and explain if you know or say, "Let's do some research" if not.

If she wouldn't respond in a similar manner or would be mean about it, then that's a sign not to be having sex with her and that y'all need to have a conversation about respect. Still not a failure on your part.

As for maturity…Maturity is such a bullshit line to draw in the sand, Anon.

There's no specific "maturity level" you have to reach to have sex. If you guys try to have sex and suddenly stop communicating, or don't know what you're doing and just get mad at each other, that would be an issue but its literally just a communication issue, there's no actual "maturity" level you need to reach.

If you get hurt somehow, y'all are actually in a great space for that to happen! You have supportive parents, you have a girlfriend who communicates with you! It sounds like y'all will be okay even if you DO get hurt. That's actually great.

Much like fucking up, its possible but it doesn't have to be a nightmare situation or a relationship end. It's okay. People make mistakes, it happens. Sometimes that actually makes it better and/or more memorable.

Just keep communication in mind. If you decide on having sex, talk to your girlfriend about your worries! Let her know you're scared of fucking up. She might be too and that's a good conversation to have!

So is asking her if she has any boundaries or anything specific she does or does not want to try! This is a great chance to improve y'alls communication skills, frankly.

Certain websites [like Scarleteen or even Teen Vogue] have good information if you're trying to do research on sex, just for a starter. Also HUGE congrats on that anniversary. <3

I'm not sure how much this helps but let me know if you have any other questions, Anon. Wishing y'all luck. <333

[comically-callous]

Can you do a story were you date Sirius so he can actually Date Remus and reg don't know and likes you and gets jealous

If you can thx you <3

I didn't think I'd like writing this as much as I did lol.

Regulus Black x Fem!Reader

Some Warnings: Technically a modern AU, a bit of cursing, mentions of a bad home life, jealous Reg, sort of angsty???

A/n: I made this new Year's themed even though new years has passed 🤗 Cause y'all can't stop me 🤬🤬🤬 This is DEFINITELY my longest fic yet. PLEASE DON'T LET IT FLOP GUYS.... My requests are open btw

Ah, winter break. It was something everyone at Hogwarts looked forward to. Well, almost everyone. There were those who didn't get to go home to their families and some who wished they didn't have to go home to their families.

One of those people was a friend of yours, Sirius Black. He often avoided talking about his home life, but you knew it wasn't good. And you knew going home for the holidays could be hard for him. So, when it was the day before winter break and the two of you had a moment alone, you asked if there was anything you could do to make the break easier for him.

"I need you to be my girlfriend."

Seven words you'd never expected to hear from your best friend. Your best friend who was in a gay relationship, nonetheless.

"What?" You asked in bewilderment. "No!"

"Wait, wait, wait. It's not what you think." Sirius put his hands up as if to show his innocence. "I don't really want you to be my girlfriend. I just need you to pretend. Please."

"Why?!"

"Because," he explained. "My parents have started to get... Suspicious about my total lack of any girlfriend. And I may have told them that I was dating you.... Y'know, to throw them off my track..."

You stared at him. "You told your parents we were dating?!" You repeated, clearly upset at him.

"I know, I know. It was a shitty thing to do, and I'm sorry." He says. "But, if I didn't give them some sort of excuse, they might've found out about me and Remus!"

You were still upset, but you could understand why he did what he did. "So..." You crossed your arms. "You said I need to pretend to date you. What is it exactly that you need me to do?"

"Over the break, I need you to come over for a couple days. My parents will meet you, get to know you, blah, blah, blah. And then, you'll never have to speak with them again. If they ask about you after that, I'll say we broke up."

You really weren't a fan of having to fake date your best friend. You also weren't a fan of having to meet his parents who you'd only heard negative things about. But... You knew how happy he was with Remus and you would hate for his parents to find out about the two. You sighed. "You're lucky we're friends."

"Is that an agreement?" He asked, a grateful smile on his face.

"Yes. But, you'll be forever in debt to me."

"Fine by me."

The next day, while on the train to 9 3/4, you and Sirius mostly just planned for you having to meet his parents. You decided that you'd arrive the day after Christmas, stay for news years eve, and leave new Year's Day.

A lot of the train ride was spent establishing some basic facts about your "relationship". How you'd met, your first date, what your wedding would be like (which was strange, but Sirius assured you that his parents would ask about marriage), and some other details.

Soon enough, the train ride was over. Your winter break was fine. You enjoyed getting to see your family, but you were quite stressed about seeing Sirius' family. Part of you wanted to call the whole thing off, but you knew that was out of the question. You had to do this. For Sirius.

The morning of December 26th was a cold one. You wished you'd had more protection against the cold, but the formal attire you were wearing could only do so much. Sirius had told you to bring nice, formal clothing for the few days you'd be there. You were a bit worried you'd still be underdressed, though.

You took a deep breath and knocked on the door to the literal mansion that Sirius lived in.

After a few moments, the door opened. Regulus black stood on the other side.

Oh.

"Hi." You greeted, trying to politely smile at him. He didn't return the gesture. He did the opposite he gave you a look of... Annoyance?

"You're here for Sirius."

You couldn't tell if it was a question or a statement, so you just gave a nod.

He stepped aside to let you in, his eyes trailing over your attire, making you feel nervous. "He's in the living room with mother and father." Regulus said before walking off.

What a strange interaction. You and Regulus weren't close, by any means. But, you never thought he disliked you. You thought the opposite was true. Whenever the two of you did interact, he was always quite nice.

You tried to shrug off the interaction, but you just couldn't. Even when you were next to Sirius, meeting his parents for the first time, the way he'd acted toward you was on your mind.

The worst part of your day was dinner. You were worried about everything. How you were eating, how you were sitting, the way everyone was looking at you, the way Regulus was looking at you.

"Y/n," You were broken out of your thoughts by Walburga's authoritative voice. "I want to know how you and Sirius began seeing each other."

You nervously glanced over to Sirius who gave you a forced looking smile. You looked back to Walburga. Gods, she scared you. "Well, it wasn't too long ago." You said, trying your hardest not to break eye contact with her. "It was late September. He told me since we'd known each other for so long, he thought we'd be a good match."

Sirius nodded along. "We went on a couple dates, turns out we really like each other." He said.

You glanced over to Regulus. He was glaring at you. You didn't break eye contact and after a moment something else flashed through his eyes. Something softer. Sadness?

"So," Walburga broke your attention away from Regulus as you looked back to her. "Are you serious about your relationship with my son?"

"Very." You replied.

"Do the two of you plan on marrying?"

You swallowed. "As soon as possible."

You heard silverware clatter as Regulus abruptly stood up. "I need to be excused." He said lowly.

Walburga raised an eyebrow. "You've hardly eaten." She stated. There wasn't any concern in her voice like you'd expect. It was a blatant statement.

"I know." He says. "I'm done."

His mother gave him a disapproving look, but didn't object.

Regulus stormed out of the room. You couldn't help but frown as you watched him leave.

The next few days were a bit uneventful. Most of your time was either spent in the guest bedroom you were staying in, or talking with Sirius. You were still confused by Regulus' attitude toward you. You knew his and Sirius' relationship was a rocky one. But, you didn't think that affected what he thought of you. He'd known you and Sirius were friends, and he still treated you kindly. But, now that the two of you were pretending to date, he had a problem with it? It didn't make any sense!

It was December 31st now. You and Sirius were sitting in his room, eating lunch while sitting on the floor.

"I was thinking-"

"Oh, God."

"Shut up, let me finish." Sirius chuckled, playfully hitting your arm. "I was thinking about going to a party tonight."

You furrowed your brows. "Where?"

"James and his family have a new years party every year. I'm sure they wouldn't mind some extra company."

You thought about it. Honestly, you weren't really in the mood for a party. Plus, if his parents caught you sneaking out, your heart would probably stop. "I think I'll sit this one out." You said after a moment.

"You sure?"

You gave a nod. "Yeah, I'd rather stay in. I'm sure you'll have plenty of fun without me."

"Oh, I will."

You smacked his arm.

The clock read 11:39. You were alone in your guest room sitting in your bed. You had your laptop open in front of you as you watched a broadcasting of one of the many new Year's events that were going on tonight. You were absentmindedly looking at the crowded city streets displayed on your screen when-

"I wouldn't be using that while having the door open." Regulus said. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, looking from you, to the laptop, and then back to you.

"Why not?" You asked.

"My mother doesn't approve of us using muggle technology." He said. "And I doubt she'd be okay with her son's girlfriend using it."

You sighed. "Right... Girlfriend."

Regulus raised a brow at how you'd said that. "What are you watching, anyway?" He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

"A new Year's parade."

"... Could I join you?"

You were surprised at that. After how cold he'd been acting toward you over the past few days, you'd assumed the last thing he'd want to do tonight is spend time with you. But, you weren't against the idea of not being alone when the new Year started.

"Sure." You replied as you moved over on the bed to make room for him to sit.

The two of you watched the parade in silence for a few minutes until Regulus spoke. "How come I had no idea you and Sirius were dating?" He asked.

You glanced over at him. "What do you mean?"

"You said the two of you had been together since late September." He said. "How come nobody knew about it?"

You subconsciously began to fiddle with the fabric of your shirt. "I don't know." You shrugged. "Guess we weren't shouting about it from the rooftops."

Regulus didn't break his gaze away from you. After a pause, he spoke. "I never would've guessed you liked him in that way."

You didn't know how to reply to that, so you just shrugged again.

Regulus was still looking at you, even though your gaze was focused on the screen in front of you.

He paused. "What made you fall for him?" He asked.

You thought it was an odd question. When you turned to look at him, he looked sort of sad. "He..." You trailed off.

Regulus looked at you expectantly. You were trying to come up with something, but your mind was blank.

"You do like him don't you?"

You looked away nervously. You began to wonder whether or not he'd even care that your relationship with Sirius was fake. If he really was upset about you dating Sirius, then wouldn't he like to know that it was all just pretend?

"Y/n." He said your name and you were pulled away from your thoughts.

"He's not actually my boyfriend." You blurted out.

Regulus paused. "What?"

"He asked me to pretend to be his girlfriend. He didn't want Walburga finding out about his actual relationship, so-"

"It's all fake?" He asked.

"All of it."

"You don't like him?"

"Not like that."

You swore you saw a sliver of a smile creep on to his face. "That's... Good."

You tilted your head. "Is it?"

"I mean..." He shrugged. "I just... I guess thinking you'd gotten with my brother was making me upset." He said.

"Why?"

"Because..." He hesitated. "I like you, Y/n."

You felt your heart skip a beat. Fuck, that actually explained a lot. You couldn't believe you hadn't realized sooner. You felt your face heat up. "Seriously?"

"Yeah." He sighed. "I was jealous. That's why I was acting so... Weird. Sorry for being such an asshole to you."

"That's alright." You paused. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? About your feelings, I mean."

He shrugged. "I didn't think you'd feel the same."

Honestly, you'd always found Regulus quite attractive. But, you figured there was no way he'd ever like you back, so you let go of that silly crush a while ago. But, this? This was making all of those feelings wash over you again.

It was 11:59 now. You could hear the commentators of the parade excitedly get ready for the countdown.

"I feel the same." You said, watching as a blush creeped on to his cheeks.

"Really?"

"Really."

His eyes seemed to sparkle at your admission. "I..."

You heard the countdown to the new Year begin.

"Can I kiss you?" Regulus asked softly. You nodded.

"Five!"

He leaned closer.

"Four!"

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips.

"Three!"

His hands came up to cup your cheeks.

"Two!"

He closed his eyes. You closed yours.

"One!"

Your lips met in a soft, romantic kiss. He brushed some hair out of your face and Gods, his hands were soft. You couldn't believe you'd ever managed to stop liking him.

When you pulled away he sighed contently as if that kiss was all he'd been needing his entire life.

You whispered something to him before pulling him in for another kiss.

"Happy new year."

[mulletmitsuya]

Tokyo Revengers Groupchat (not everyone, also random combinations, no specific gang)

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, homophobia by a gay person (just sillies), mentions of vomit and poison, mentions of drugs

Desc: placenta, placebo, or gazebo? 🤔

Rindou: yk when you tell someone something then they believe it and it works?

Rindou: like what you're saying isn't true but cause they think it is, it works

Ran: yes

Ran: the placenta effect

Izana: here we fucking go

Smiley: you're kidding right?😁

Ran: are you going to put a Smiley face after every single thing you text?

Ran: we get it, you smile really wide 👍

Smiley: kys

Ran: so hostile and for what

Mikey: idk what the word is but it's definitely not placenta

Izana: how even?

Mitsuya: ...the placebo effect??

Ran: isn't that those huge tent things

Mitsuya: that's a gazebo

Ran: oh

Ran: same thing

Smiley: you dumb as hell

Hakkai: you'd think that big ass forhead of yours would be worth something

Hakkai: smh

Ran: and you'd think after 10 years you'd get over whatever grudge you have against me

Hakkai: you literally hit my best friend (future bf) over the head with a brick

Chifuyu: thought you could sneak that in huh

Hakkai: he could have died

Ran: but he didn't?

Ran: i was just being silly and having fun

Ran: is that such a crime🙄

Hakkai: ITS FUCKING ATTEMPTED MURDER

Rindou: so is it placebo, placenta, or gazebo?

Mitsuya: it's placebo

Kazutora: placenta's are in females stomachs for pregnancy i think

Baji: that's the uterus (i'm so fucking smart)

Chifuyu: none of those are correct

Draken: google exists also

Draken: why are you asking us

Rindou: shut up for a sec

Rindou: would the placenta effect potentially kill someone

Rindou: like if you told someone that you poisoned them and then after a while they start frothing at the mouth and shit, could they die?

Rindou: or are they being a little bitch and faking lol

Rindou: i didn't actually put the rat poison in his drink (i think)

Rindou: but it kinda seems like he's dying or smth

Mikey: what the fuck is this situation

Mikey: is this real?💀

Rindou: nah

Rindou: hypothetically

Ran: does this have to do with the ambulance being here

Rindou: nah

Rindou: can y'all just answer me

Rindou: hurry before the "poison", does it's job or whatever

Rindou: guys he's throwing up pretty violently

Rindou: there's blood

Rindou: hypothetically

Izana: who would you have "hypothetically" poisoned?😐

Rindou: bro that's not the point, sir

Izana: stop calling me sir in normal situations

Izana: we're normal now and not in a gang and i'm a normal person not a gang leader

Mochi: so we don't have to call you Izana-sama anymore?

Ran: what if it turns us on

Izana: uhm

Kakucho: fuck off

Kakucho: sorry

Ran: Kaku give it up, he's way too old for you

Rindou: so y'all just gonna let the hypothetical person die? ayt

Rindou: i'm on my way to the hospital for unrelated reasons

Kakucho: who's the hypothetical victim of the placebo

Rindou: uhhh Sanzu

Kakucho: LMAO

Kakucho: let him hypothetically die then 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Mitsuya: punch him in the stomach

Rindou: i know a lot of y'all don't like him but we're friends now and i don't want him to die also he has the best drugs so i'd rather he stay alive so that i can enjoy them recreationally

Rindou: but i'll do it anyway

Mitsuya: stfu for a sex, punching him will make him throw up, and he'll vomit most of the poison out

Rindou: oh like in the stomach?

Rindou: he's gonna be so mad at me, damn

Baji: "shut up for a sex" lmaoooooo🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Baji: and you guys say I'M diabetic💀💀

Mikey: bro what?😭

Kakucho: you mean dyslexic?

Kakucho: nvm the situation speaks for itself

Smiley: the irony of this is crazy

Draken: that got a chuckle outta me 😂

Chifuyu: why you text like a 40 year old dad💀

Ran: i never went to school but even i know that's incorrect

Hakkai: "i never went to school but even i know that's incorrect 🤓👆"

Hakkai: jump into oncoming tragic you f slur🖕

Smiley: aur naur you done made Hakkai homophobic

Ran: you need to fucking chill omg

Mitsuya: are you five years old, Baji

Baji: nah i'm 24 dumbness🤨

Baji: *dumbass

Izana: my oath for not using violence anymore might have to be on hold cause you guys are pissing me the fuck off you fucking incompetent fools useless excuses of human beings

Smiley: bro called us fools

Ran: that's a bit much, sir

Baji: bet you're typing with your left hand

Ran: uh huh <3

Rindou: get some fucking bitches, damn

Ran: where are your bitches, Rindou

Rindou: on my dick

Ran: oh you're talking about the femboys?

Ran: ohh ok i thought you weren't gay but whatever

Mikey: yo is haruchiyo alive?

Rindou: they're pumping his stomach, he'll be fine

Rindou: liking femboys isn't gay

Smiley: 🤨

Angry: 🤨

Rindou: don't act dumb because it's literally in the term 'fem'

Draken: uh, what about the 'boy' part

Rindou: don't twist my words

Rindou: how is liking something that looks like a girl, gay??

Mitsuya: bffr 😐

Rindou: y'all telling me if i fuck haruchiyo i'm gay???

Hakkai: he's a boy?

Rindou: he looks like a woman

Rindou: have you seen his body? tiny ass waist headass. y'all come to the onsen next time you'll see what i mean

Chifuyu: you're being weird rn

Ran: what about his penis, Rindou

Rindou: that's irrelevant

Rindou: besides it's barely noticeable

Draken: people like you and Koko are the fucking problem, get some therapy

Smiley: Rindou thinks fucking a guy in the ass isn't gay 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Rindou: "FEM"

Draken: BOY???? MALE??? MAN??? DICK???

Rindou: ok who's gay now, weirdo🤨

Draken: kys (kill yourself)

[rosurie]

rambling? a statement if you will ♡

I'm doing some redesigning. I briefly mentioned why in a reblog with the updated version of some designs but I wanted to just make a post to clarify [let me note that this was a post that was decided by both me and Dollya so please don't think I felt forced into it, it was actually something I had already planned on doing before speaking with Dollya]

but back to the redesigning! why am I redesigning? partially because I'm indecisive and mostly cause i realized that i was heavily referencing designs i liked and that didn't sit well with me. I'm specifically referring to Dollya's [ @dollya-robinprotector ] design for fem Robin and Fray's [ @fraternum-momentum ] design for Syd and old design for male Robin. not only did it make me feel gross once i actually sat with it but it's super disrespectful towards the artists, even if it wasn't my intention. you may notice that I've deleted some posts, for example my "welcome to dolville" post, and that's because I am currently redesigning. I'd rather not still have those old designs lingering around on my blog, not just for their sake as two artists I really love but also my own. these old drawings with these designs were always going to be taken down post my realization that I was basically just copying and pasting what I saw on my feed from these two onto my own designs.

I've actually spoken with both Dollya and Fray about this situation. we're okay now! though they'd both be perfectly in the right to be upset with me, they were both very calm and nice about the situation so I'd like to thank them [again lol. I just know y'all must be tired of me thanking you and saying sorry. also Fray, don't worry I'm not beating myself up over this ♡ but thank you for worrying. the posts were going to come down regardless lol] this is unfortunately probably not the first time I've done something like this, the only difference being that no one saw it before because it was artwork I never bothered posting and I ended up changing the designs again when I did start posting. it's not from a place of malice, honestly most of the time I don't even realize I'm doing it for a bit, but it's still like shitty behavior. so I felt Fray and Dollya both deserved an apology. plus Dollya and I both thought a clarification was needed for people who follow me and for their sake [and for future reference because this sort of situation I'm sure isn't uncommon, in fact Dollya told me how common it was for her].

anywho thank you guys for reading and sorry for the long post but it was necessary ♡

tldr I took down some old posts because I was basically just copying designs and I hated it as well as the designers. and Dollya and Fray were both very understanding of my dumbassery ♡

edit note: I hope this doesn't come across as me trying to make excuses, because I'm not. I engaged in shitty behavior and I own that.

[jacks347]

Soooo I swore last year that I wouldn't listen to Blue Infinity until it was done because I refused to get dragged through the ups and downs of Desmond's schedule again

Well, the finale went up this morning and a certain someone (hi Escaped) has so helpfully reminded me of my promise so now I have to follow through

So I decided to make this a little more fun and do another live reaction thing and drag all of you along for the ride :3

Hope you brought snacks, this is gonna be a long one-

!!Spoilers ahead if you haven't listened to Blue Infinity!!

I've been told since I liked Matador Gothic ("liked" is not nearly a strong enough word for it but okay-) that I'll love this so I have high expectations

I also have literally zero idea what the plot is going into this, all I know is that there's pirates and weird time anomaly things so this is gonna be fun

Episode One

YouTube won't let me do picture in picture boooo

New Vermont, that's a new one alright-

That's a child, whose child is this

Oh?? A promise to a special someone?? Oo, alright I'm invested now (that didn't take long)

Okay so this is Fletcher. Good to meet ya properly after so long avoiding you-

So, little fun fact about me, I absolutely love fast forward moments when you see the married main characters talk about their spouse I don't know why but it sends the little girl in me who grew up reading fairy tales about happily ever after into a squealing giggle fit so listening to Fletcher and Lily talk about Lass like this is making me so happy

It's been so long since I actually heard Desmond's voice that I straight up didn't recognize him for a second well hello you Houdini ass bitch

"He sent us a letter" Isn't...isn't he blind?? Excuse the man for not remembering a thing he can't even see

That music just plucked the weird sense of deja vu out of my soul Escaped I know my memory is shit but that doesn't mean you need to make me feel like Simon-

The what? He said that name so fast I don't even know what it was-

The accent getting shakier and shakier is unfortunate but kinda funny I'm sorry XD

Alright, out of the future, time to actually start this story!

Ooo shiny blue something~ (I don't blame you Fletcher, I have crow brain too)

"Perhaps there's some kind of rational explanation" Honey this is an Escaped script, nothing about this is going to be rational

I'm going to assume the lady in the ice is Lass aka us! What could I have possibly done to get the Obi-Wan treatment

Is he literally just standing there breathing on me like a fucking weirdo, it's 1789 I bet his breath is horrid-

I'm not used to this level of visual for an Escaped video, the scene changes are fun

So the Drift is the continents doing the continent thing, clearly I've been listening to too much GB cause I thought it meant the planets or universe splitting and this was all in space. How boring :P

IMMA BE A PIRATE >:D

What is with Escaped series having their roll credits moment in the first episode

Ah well, we're in it now folks!

Also this outro music is epic as hell

~Dinner break~

Episode Two

I've got my picture in picture back! That'll make this so much easier-

Ooo, that background is so pretty

Gaia's Mercy...as a timber ship

Gaia, goddess of the earth...

Yeah you deserve to get boarded by pirates for that one, ya brought it on yourselves

Fletcher is really skinny for a seaborne lumberjack, we were robbed of thicc Fletcher y'all

:D HI DADE

A bride?? Moi?? Sir I don't know what you mean

Immediately sending my soft handed self to go rigging ropes, do you want me to tear my hands open Fletcher?

Don't hurt yourself Fletcher, it's just a sail-

"So you want to be a sailor" I mean not really but I don't have much a choice now do I

Y'know what, I could fully believe Stonehenge was a gateway to the fae realm

Boooo Byron you're so boring, have some fun for once in your life

OOO YES SHANTY TIME

I love sea shanties, I'm having a great time

WOO ENCORE

Sir I have anxiety, I'd rather throw myself overboard than sing in front of people (still love to sing though)

I'm gonna get kidnapped, I can sense it~

Hi Scythe, how've ya been

Bro, Carmichael, take the hook and stab his eyes out it's not that hard

Can I just like...go over there and shove that hook where it'll really sting? How's a castration sound >:3

HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A GUN, LITERALLY PUSH HIM OVERBOARD WHAT'S HE GONNA DO

Bitch you touch me and I'm knocking your teeth out

Commanded by a scary pirate blah blah blah, we're in the middle of the ocean do you know how long it's gonna take before he even starts to suspect you're missing?

RUN YE BASTARDS >:D

So I've been at sea for all of an hour and have already started a war with pirates...that's a new record

Episode Three

And it's gone again, how have I made a mini series of "Which Blue Infinity episodes will let me have picture in picture"

Three weeks?? Honey I was on a boat for a couple of hours and wanted a nap the second I stepped foot on dry land, I'm gonna walk off the ship and just pass out in the grass

Byron, calm yourself there's a lady present >:P

I can tell you why it hasn't moved again, ✨️plot convenience✨️

So an area of the world no one can get to cause you'll get stuck since the winds don't blow...I've been listening to too much Epic the Musical cause my immediate thought was Calypso's island-

...so the Simon Fletcher knew on the whaling ship is definitely Blind Simon, right?

Byron calling someone else foul-mouthed. Pot, meet kettle

Also, to no one's surprise, Escaped manages to find a way to rope Spanish culture into a series (not that you're gonna hear me complain but it happens every time XD)

A bartender that always lies, now that's a concept I could use

Oh no it's white boy Spanish Byron stop it hurts-

Don't worry Fletcher I can't dance either, we'll look stupid together

Awww, Captain asking her to dance, that's so sweet

Feels like I'm dancing with my dad, loving the moment

Fletcher asking Lass to dance got me over here giggling and kicking my feet god I am such a sucker for classic romance

I'm very prepared for this moment to go so incredibly wrong, what's the catch Escaped you can't trick me

THAT WAS SO CUTE MY FACE HURTS FROM SMILING

And here come the buzzkills~

Johnny, they know you're a liar, say yes they'll never believe you

If Francesca talks any slower I'm going to punch her, maybe a few less teeth will help ya spit it out

So Olaf ran to tattle because he got his ass handed to him, sounds like a you problem ya overconfident bastard

Stop letting her monolog and kick her knees in already why is this such a hard concept

"We won't hurt you" Uh yeah I'm gonna take an educated guess and call bullshit

We could've avoided all this if any of you went with the SURPRISE ATTACK BUT NOOOO NOW FLETCHER HAS A HOLE IN HIS FUCKIN CHEST

Girl, jump overboard and swim, it's the 1700s it'll take him at least 30 seconds to reload if he wants to kill you it's not that goddamn hard

"My name...is Blind Simon" No, really? I thought it was Deaf Patrick, no fucking shit Sherlock

Once again, the outro music goes hard

Episode Four

We're halfway through and I am so invested in this, I'm very glad I waited it would've been torture waiting in real time

And the picture in picture returns! Yes I'm going to keep updating this

Have it?? Have what?? HEH??

Sir get your hand off my goddamn neck before I snap it

Sweat of Neptune? ...ew (Also waiter you got some Roman in my Greek mythology YOUR SHIP IS PERSEPHONE BUT YOU'RE AFTER NEPTUNE PICK A FUCKING CITY AND STICK TO IT)

"I'm sure you want answers" Actually no I'm perfectly fine with my gem just being pretty and mysterious, fuck you

"I joined a whaling ship" Called it-

"The green stone hold the tears of Neptune" And a-yoink, mine now bye <3

Oh hi Lily, I was wondering when you'd finally enter the story

So if your whole thing is finding a siren, the fuck you need me for?

Yeah how about...no, my gem it's pretty >:P

Lass, take a page out of Faith's book and kick him in the dick

I don't care if it's worth protecting or not! I'm just keeping it cause you want it and I don't like you! Spite is a powerful thing

Aww, Fletcher has come for me

OH YOU BITCH

WHAT THE FUCK

Oh this explains a few things from episode one but I don't like it

Episode Five

Escaped you better have some damn good comfort fluff for hurting my girl

My picture in picture remains

Oh we're back in the future with some lovely Keya art~

Yes, please continue the story Fletcher

Avenge me Fletcher, avenge my eyes

Oh? Hello again Lily

Dude, how do you expect me to tell if you're still bleeding they took my fucking eyes

Lady I've learned to not trust literally anyone I come across here

Oh that's...a sound

Oh he got hit in the shoulder, I thought he just had a hole in his sternum

"You have something of mine" The next person that asks for this gem is getting beat with it

Ooo what does it do

Simon's controls the wind, I'm gonna take a wild guess and say one controls the waves, and shot in the dark for the last one and say it controls the creatures of the ocean. If bringing them all together would create a new god of the sea then the three have to have an element of the god's domain in the pieces left over. The wind, the waves, and all the things that live in the water. That's my theory, we're just gonna run with it and guess that Lass's gem controls the water

Oh I met Simon. HE STOLE MY FUCKING EYES

Aw, poor Lily

Wait did she kidnap a dude?? Is she holding some guy hostage because she likes his stories??

The picture in my head of this scene right now is so classically cheesy and I'm in love

Yes, stick your finger in my eye, that sounds like a great idea

...is that who I think it is?

Oh my god he's back-

What happened to him he sounds crazy and I kind of love it

Oh Fletcher, sit down baby you're losing it XD

This isn't happening, this ragtag group is not real oh my sweet lord we're all gonna die-

But it's gonna be funny-

Episode Six

Pretty sure my picture in picture is secure now but I'll keep updating for continuity

Claw has interchangeable hands, why am I not surprised

Just say you want a robot Escaped, any series that manages to take place after 2010 would be a miracle all on its own-

Scythe hits those T's so hard, like my guy it's just a letter it's not that serious XD

"I got it in" Good job buddy, proud of you

Fletcher doesn't need his mom to find him a wife, he's already got one he just doesn't know it yet <3

"Isn't she a beauty" I'd love to tell you but I seem to be lacking eyeballs

Charms, sure Claw, whatever you saw hun

Wait what am I up to, filling cracks in the wood or something?

I can physically see him leading her by the arm god that's that good shit

Awww stop it you're too sweet

I love blind and seeing romances, something about it scratches that good itch in my brain

Oh shit, partial vision that's fun

This entire scene has me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure I'm actually obsessed

Like I said, I used to be a romance writer and still adore writing love stories, I just prefer my fluff with a heaping helping of angst nowadays

Oh please tell me he does

Please

I'm begging

YES

FINALLY

I'm sold, I'm officially sold, I'm gonna scream

Thanks for the tension break Claw, ya bitch -_-

Claw is just me in this situation and I hate it-

Ooo, song time song time!

Yeah yeah Lily used to love Simon and it's sad, where's my song

Lily really said "I can fix him" and did not-

So what I'm hearing is all of this is Lily's fault

Ooo yes yes what does the thing do

Oh? If Lass used the stone to protect herself in a block of ice, my theory about it controlling the water might actually be right

Is it just that it can freeze water? I mean I doubt it but if it is then that's boring :P

Oh no Lily don't do it-

Also I never got my song, I was swindled >:P

Episode Seven

Still got picture in picture

Who let Claw be the captain of this disaster

I mean, I too think a ship isn't proper unless it has a cannon

Ooo, good name Lass I like it

I've been tying ropes this whole time? Damn, can't imagine the kinds of calluses I've got by now

A sword hand attachment, love it

Fletcher got a battle axe, now he's a proper Scotsman-

Oh? What do I get?

Awww, how sweet I got a map

I mean I would've preferred a knife or something but sure, a map will do

Well considering we've seen the future and he's still alive, I don't think you've got much to worry about Lily

Let's go kill a pirate >:3

Okay not kill but rip his eye out at least

Her singing voice really is pretty, I can see why you'd want to follow it to your death

I'd trust Claw with my drink, even if he couldn't hold it-

That's gonna be a fun reunion "Hey wassup, not dead, just been with a siren"

Oh poor Claw XD

I'm so excited for this

The gang's all here!

Aw, dad hug <3

Divide and conquer boys >:3

We love a captain that can give a good rallying speech

The lands within the dead winds is like Bermuda's Triangle. I'm sure there's something there it's just an island but unlike most islands, this one won't eventually become a family wreath instead of a family tree because islands keep getting added to it and bringing fresh blood

Like I'd ever let you go Fletcher, you're stuck with me now

I can practically hear the Pirates of the Caribbean music coming

FIRE!!

Well shit-

Oh? Oh this is gonna be fun

I hate the silence~

Ow, my ears-

Now I'm gonna be blind *and* deaf

Oh?? What's this??

Hi Saku! Didn't expect to see you here!

Spirit of the water?? I was right??

THAT'S WHERE IT ENDS?? ESCAPED YOU CLIFFHANGING ASSHOLE

Episode Eight

As I suspected the picture in picture is fine

I've never been more ready for a finale in my life

So she can control the water, just chooses to make it freeze? Is that what I'm getting? I just really want to be right :P

You can't escape me Simon, I want my eyes back

GET EM CLAW

CHAAAAARGE

Oh please let me fuck Francesca up I'm begging you

You're calling *me* a whore? Seriously?

TAKE THAT YOU BITCH

AHHHHHHH >:3

Oh Simon~ You can't hide forever~

SHE'S NOT A RAMSHACKLE YOU TAKE THAT BACK

Oh shit-

Let me pry the stone out of his undeserving socket

Desmond is really good at this desperate anger and sadness

Bring him back to sanity Lily

Welp, he's just gonna drown

I mean I know he won't but still

Hi Lily, please sort out your psycho boyfriend

Honey, you disgraced yourself a long time ago

Yes, cry for me Simon you deserve it >:3

Am I being cruel? Yes

Do I care? Fuck no, HE ORDERED FOR MY EYES TO BE STABBED OUT

"What will I be?" A blind dude with a lot of enemies? Idfk, you figure it out

Is it over? I mean we're still stuck in the middle of the ocean

So did everything just like...freeze?

I mean she ended the Drift so did everything get like locked in place wherever it is now?

I still don't like Simon, Lily deserves so much better than him

Girl, get yourself a man that didn't literally become the most feared pirate in the world to find you, we call that a stalker

And we're back to the future

The story's been told

What will they do now?

So if Fletcher got the Blood, Lass has the Tears, where does that live the Tears?

Simon turned from a pirate to a music box maker? That's...really sweet

Fletcher and Lass being the power couple of the century

Aww, the promise was to take Lass home!

I'M FUCKING DEAD??

HUH??

WHEN HE TOLD MABEL TO GO TAKE CARE OF HER GRANDMOTHER, HE MEANT MY FUCKIN COFFIN??

OH MY GOD

I hate this

I hate everything about this

Fuck this

Let me go home, Simon

I'm gonna have to go back and read the live chat for this, I'm sure it exploded

Oh my god Fletcher stop it I'm gonna cry

I DIDN'T KNOW THE "HER" IN LEAVE HER, JOHNNY WAS ME

NOT CARMICHAEL'S ASHES

FUCK. THIS.

Escaped what did we do to deserve this

Oh god, not a final speech from Fletcher

I swear to god, if I cry I'm gonna make it everyone's problem

Escaped, genuine question, how hard was it to keep the accent while crying

I need to know

I'm not ready either Fletcher T-T

THIS IS NOT THE ENDING I PAID FOR WITH MY FUN PIRATE JOURNEY

I just wanted to be a pirate-

"I can't do it" I CAN'T EITHER

Fletcher if you don't let go I never will, something's gotta give here

One more song?

Oh fuck you

This is cruel and unusual punishment

Why would you want me to go through this

Soul-crushing ending aside, I really do love this song

Y'all I'm not gonna make it, it physically hurts

Set me free Walter I beg you

OH IT'S OVER

THANK GOD I COULDN'T TAKE MORE

Final Thoughts

As with everything that Escaped creates, this was flawless

Absolute 10000000/10, I couldn't have asked for a better pirate adventure

I'm glad I waited, even if it meant I got bullied in the Discord every time a new episode came out and I was reminded of my vow

I know there's some very exciting things coming down the pipeline (Neon Memorium WHEN) and I can only imagine what you've got in store for us

Matador Gothic is still my favorite though, this is a close second but it's gonna take an act of God to dislodge Alfonso from his spot as best boy I don't know what to tell ya

@escapedaudios I DID THE THING YOU CAN STOP BADGERING ME NOW :P

[mikefaistinfo]

Mike in the Q&A with Zendaya and Josh O'Connor for Amazon MGM Studios Guilds

Interviewer: [...] I love that you say that because I was just going to say to Mike is there's a lot of little moments that all of your characters get that I think tell a deeper truth about who they are. I actually think of the moment towards the end when Patrick is looking at the woman's breakfast sandwich and like is actually going to take it. Like, I'm like, this is who you are. I would die of the embarrassment that I even looked at this woman's sandwich, let alone had the audacity to eat it. And I was going to ask you, Mike, if you had a little moment that you felt was really illustrative of who Art is, that maybe the audience and again, those internal motivations that are not maybe in the dialogue, but tell a lot about who he is as a person and maybe what motivates him in this story.

Mike: Yeah, that's a very good question. There is one moment that jumps out to me in particular. And again, piggybacking off what Josh said, it is the, these conversations that we were very fortunate to have with Luca and each other all throughout that rehearsal process. And one of the things that was discussed about Art was this idea, you know, Patrick's character is much more, I think brazen, a little much more relaxed, much more calm about life in general, and Art's character is maybe a little bit more controlled, particular, very neat, very organized, trying to really make sure that things are correct. And within that, there's this this scene at the party and we're watching Tashi dance on the dance floor. And then we have a conversation with her and she leaves and we decide to stay and wait for her. And so Josh, Patrick, and Art. We're just sitting on the couch and and there's this dessert that was presented to us and it had it was like some sort of cake and it had an icing on top of it. And there was strawberries on top of the cake. And I remember thinking Art would love to eat the cake. They probably won't eat the cake. That's not the right thing to do. So I guess we'll have the strawberry. But then, the strawberry has icing on it, so he has to scrape the icing off of the strawberry. While he's eating and I remember doing that and that felt as if that, that probably was the correct choice, and I think it's in the movie. I don't know if it made it (Zendaya: it is! Mike: it is? Zendaya: it is!) it felt right (Zendaya: but it is) and it felt very indicative as to who this person was in terms of, you know, the decision to eat the cake or not eat the cake is its own thing and the consequences of that. Well, I guess. Yes. You know.

Interviewer: [...] I want to bring it to you, Mike. Because I feel like with Art, there's much more to find things. Yeah, starts off is very flirty and a little bit unsure. Then it becomes focused, and my favorite moment is right after the sign-in at the tennis match, when he hits that ball back at Patrick, we see basically the ice turn into fire. And that is like the biggest emotional shift we see from the character from that moment on and all of the stuff that comes after that has to be told through tennis. I'm curious, what was in the script? What were you trying to basically say in addition to those tennis moves that y'all are doing in that final climactic moment? There's a lot of emotion coming out from Art, like more so than you maybe even seen from him in earlier moments. I'd love for you to talk a little bit about that climax. And then I want to come to you, Josh, about how you were on the other side of that, because you essentially popped open all that emotion. So Mike, yeah.

Mike: Well, it's interesting because I think that was actually, it wasn't planned. Um, that moment, it was something that was felt, um, sorry, there, there's no way to articulate that other than, you know, I think there are these strange things that happen. Um, and they're kind of unexplainable where, you know, you, you do all of this prep work, you do as much thought as you can. Um, with the material that you're given, the conversations that you have with the creatives, the wardrobe that is, you know, built for you. And then at the end of the day, you're placed in that situation and you have to allow the character to kind of come forth and decide for themselves what is appropriate in that situation. And, and I remember that day very distinctly. Because we had been, we had been shooting, um, uh, that tennis, uh, see all those tennis sequences going back to that, um, for two or three weeks. Um, and, um, we did shoot that section of it towards the end of those two to three weeks. So there was this kind of natural progression leading up to that climactic moment that you're talking about. And, and, and that particular moment. Um, it just felt as if that this thing was coming out of me and it felt like Art was taking over-is the truth of the matter.

Um, and it's one of those, you know, unexplainable events where, like I said, you do this work, you do as much prep and thought as possible. And then you let these things kind of take over and let them go. And, and that felt also correct in the sense, for our characters, well with this person that does work so terribly hard in terms of making the right choice, and stepping in the right place, and doing the right thing in order to get to those places and here's with the situation where truly the game that is playing... if you were look at his career it really doesn't matter, however in this moment, you know because of the dramatic, the dramaticniss of the story that we're telling is the most important thing

And in this moment as well, he is letting go of all of that, which I think is, which I think is the thing that both Art and Tashi are trying to get out of him as not just a tennis player, but also a person. And it did feel as if when we, when I, I remember just reading the actual tennis sequence itself and the way that it had come across to me off of the page was, oh, now everybody has fallen back in love with not just each other, but the game and why they are doing it in the first place. And so that release of that tension that Art allows himself kind of allows everybody to let go of it all and just let go. I'm not being very articulate, unfortunately, with this, but I think it was just one of these things that naturally, that tension and buildup is kind of placed into Art's hands. And he has the decision as to how he's going to let both Tashi and Patrick kind of feel about it. And the choice that he makes is to actually kind of come into himself and let go of all of that and choose to engage with it.

[mikachacha]

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) 𝙿𝚝. 8

Synopsis: an audio of your argument with Bada was leaked out, Bada is receiving bad press and affecting team Bebe's overall performance and you decided to step in.

Warnings: this is just an emotional piece. some cursing but i swear this is gonna be a happy ending.

(A/N: We're on the last part of this series. Thank you everyone for supporting this story from the start until now. Love y'all and again, thank you so much for the support.)

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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It's been days since that emotional encounter with Bada and the audio of your conversation with her somehow got leaked to the internet. Many people had criticized Bada, even throwing hate at the team members as well but then there were people criticizing you as well. Mean comments have flocked your social media that some of your friends have stepped in to defend you but you know what could get you and team Bebe out of this situation. As much as you would like to just let Bada get dragged through the mud from all this, it didn't sit well with you that her team is getting bullied by people who don't know what happened just because they're on the same time. It wasn't fair. It's yours and Bada's problem, not theirs. They were out of it.

"Yeni, I'm planning something. For my own peace and for team Bebe to not get involved in mine and Bada's mess.. It's unfair, they're suffering because we were stupid back then. It doesn't sit right with me." you told Yeni. You're not her girlfriend yet but you wanted to be transparent with everything. You don't want to blind side her about your plans especially when it involves Bada.

"Do what you have to do, alright? I'm just gonna be here for you. Do what you think is right." Yeni says and gave you a hug to comfort you. You sighed and hugged her back before giving Bada a call and telling her about your plan. She was a bit hesitant at first but her team's reputation is at stake her. She could lose everything but her team, her friends doesn't deserve that. If someone has to suffer, it should be her.

You met Bada at her apartment. It was the very same apartment that you used to live in with her. You sat on the couch and set up your camera as you waited for Bada to settle down. You wanted to do a live on insta so both of you can come clean regarding about your past. To put an end to the unnecessary rumors and criticism especially towards Bada's team because they're really just casualties from your mess.

"So uhm hello everyone. It's me, Y/N and Bada's here with me. We wanted to address the audio that's now circulating the internet that caused quite a stir among fans and haters alike.." you started and you glanced at Bada who looks like she in the verge of crying.

"Yeah.. To be clear, what happened between me and Y/N is from three years ago. I met her while I was in the states. We became friends as we met on a dance studio and because we were both koreans, we bonded. We've known each other for more than a year before I asked her to be my girlfriend when she graduated from uni. The problems started when I came back here, with her in tow." Bada narrates and you held back a sniffle as you remembered all too well what happened after that. You held her hand in a comforting way as she excused herself for a bit since she couldn't prevent her tears from falling.

"So uhh.. I told her that we needed to pretend that we're just friends because my parents didn't knew at that time that I'm lesbian. I didn't know how to come out to them at that time so I forced my girlfriend to lie to save my own ass. It just kept getting worse, I was abusive. I was toxic. God knows how much I regretted those times of my life, those times in our relationship. I didn't treat her well. I took her for granted, took her love for granted. Whenever she would try to leave, I'd come up with ways to make her come back to me. I wanted her to stay with me but I really didn't make much efforts to make her stay. All I did was continue destroying our relationship, hurt her and make her suffer." Bada confessed and looked at you, her eyes reflected guilt and sadness.

"I know, I had a lot of chance to leave her and to never look back but I couldn't bring myself to do it because I was so in love with her. I thought things would change, things would get better between us if I stayed but sadly, it didn't. So I finally left. It wasn't easy, there were times that I thought about going back and beg her to take me back. I was angry with myself, angry at her and angry at everything because of what happened. But now, as we sat together inside the apartment we once called home together, there were some things that I realized. That I've been angry for too long, that even if I said that I've forgiven her and forgiven myself from that incident, I still haven't. That's why that audio came to be. But believe me, the rest of team Bebe is out of this. They didn't know anything so please, we are begging you to stop harassing them and calling them enabler because they aren't. Please leave them out of this.." you begged and soon, you ended the live feed. You turned to Bada and she pulled you in for a hug. Both of you just stayed like that for quite some time before you pulled away.

You cupped her cheeks and wiped her tears away, you gave her a smile as you rested your forehead against hers. This'll be the last time you're gonna be like this with Bada. You wanted to be finally be able to step forward, have a new beginning with Yeni.

"We may have failed in this lifetime but if given the chance to meet you in the next one, I wouldn't think twice about loving you again. But right now, we both need to move on and let go. For both our sakes.. I love you but it's time that we really finish this. Goodbye, Bada.. It may not have been great but I genuinely loved you." you told her and she hugged you tight, just sobbing in your arms. When she calmed down a bit, she gave you a kiss on the forehead and tried her best to give you a smile.

"If given a chance that I meet you again in my next life, I would treat you better and love you right. It may not have been perfect but I loved you, Y/N. Thank you for loving me so unconditionally despite everything I did to you. Thank you for making me feel the realest love I've ever known." she says and you nodded. You gave her hand a gentle squeeze as you willed yourself to not cry anymore.

"I forgive you, Bada. I forgive you and myself for everything that happened. I hope that we both find peace and happiness even if it's not with each other." was your words before you finally left that apartment. It was bittersweet yet you know it was for the best.

After that live video, things went a bit better for team Bebe and people soon forgot about the issue. You continued to work as Jam Republic's translator and you started dating Yeni as you finally felt like you're ready for this fresh start and it was the best decision you've made. She treated you like the most important person in the world and made sure to give you everything you never experienced with Bada.

Meanwhile, Bada sold the apartment you once shared with her as she also wanted to move on. To let go of the guilt and the memories of you and her. She heard you were dating Yeni and she felt a pang of hurt at the news but she really hopes that Yeni won't make the same mistakes as she did. That hopefully you finally found your happiness in Yeni's love because you deserve all the good things in life.

———;

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[vqrtualheartss]

ᴅ☆ᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴀʏ| (Yes that is my name)

I'm getting a lil' emotional cz like, my page is growing?? Again, I love y'all for it and like thank you so so much and I promise to get started on atmv3 as soon as I can

I've been seeing these all around so I'm giving them a try

Might turn these into stories

There's are what the title says, plus character pairings

Online Dating AU |

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 On facetime with Miles you told him "I love you" for the first time thinking he wouldn't hear because he was playing CoD until you saw him try to physically wipe the smile of his face with it returning wider each time. He was stuttering trying to say it back after he realized you were looking directly at the screen smiling. (He was basically talking gibberish until he gave in and said it in Spanish). —Bonus, you didn't understand the Spanish so he tried saying it in English and was still stuttering so he used Spanglish—

(💜) "yo love you también- I mean tienes todo mi corazón- Yo estaba tratando de decir I love you"

(💜) Had a 3 hour long call with you two doing hair but kept going offtrack arguing which hair products were better for 4c, eventually he admitted that he just wanted to hear you talk

(💜) Drew a big ass portrait of you in Brooklyn but decided against showing you over the phone promising himself that he has to show you in person one day. It took him days to perfect with him being The Prowler and all

(💜) Visiting unknowingly, Rio caught him singing Spanish love songs to you and teased him about it.

Break up AU |

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 His friends practically begged you to speak to him because he's been out of it in studies, on the court etc. Turned into having that deep talk and you both sobbing, holding each other. Or making out who knows

(💜) "Why are you here ?" x "I didn't know where else to go"

(💜) There were multiple times where you caught each other staring, the tension wasn't anything rough or edgy though, more like unfinished business.

(💜) Both found each other getting wasted trying to forget about one another, when confronted about it y'all had that gaze set upon the other waiting to see who'd make the first move you want to. (Kinda like a Lil Tjay and Rubi Rose moment)

(💜) Made up an excuse that he came for his stuff just so he could see you. (He left them there btw)

(💜) Over the phone he had that honeyed laughter saying " Tesoro, you're not my ex if we're gonna come back to each other? Aún te amo y sé que tú también"

ִ ࣪𖤐 (Y/N) x e42 Miles Tropes

(☁️) Laughs at kids falling x Covers mouth if they do it in broad daylight (vice versa could work too)

(☁️) "I'd never let my girl out like that" — "My wife can do whatever she wants I have a glock"

(☁️) Brat x "Yell at me again and I'll give you a real reason to scream"

(☁️) "I hate my hair today" x "I really don't care. You still look beautiful and I'm trying to not kiss you senseless right now"

(☁️) "Are you making a hickey on me??" x "How else are people supposed to know what's mine?"

(☁️)"I'm nothing special" x "You're special to me"

(☁️) "I don't think I'll be able to give you what you want right now", "It's a good thing we have forever"

(☁️) "I'm so fucked up all I want is you" "I love you too"

I'm so sorry it's short, I needed something to keep my page alive, I have like 3 stories I want to write and have not started one. lol

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A/N: I've had this in my drafts for a month lol I'm so sorry.I hope y'all enjoy 🖤 Sexual content.

Early August. Third trimester; 35 weeks. My doctor told me to rest, but it's just not that simple when you own a bakery on Sunset Boulevard in LA, and it's the middle of the summer. Business was booming from summertime festivities, and there were orders that needed to be fulfilled before we closed early for the day—today was my baby shower.

I peered through the entryway from the back of the bakery, stealing a glance out the window. The sun beat down on the stream of passersby, adorned in shorts and sundresses, sunglasses and bright smiles on their faces as they soaked in the sun. I could only imagine how hot it was outside, and it made me oh so very thankful for the tree in our backyard, knowing I'd be spending the majority of the day out there for the shower. At least that way I'd have some shade.

I sighed and made my way back to my station in the back, picking up where I had left off. I twirled the flowering nail between my thumb and index finger, working on putting together yet another rose for a cake that a customer had ordered.

"So, you have any names picked out, Liv?" Juliana sidles up beside me, and I shake my head. "No, but we have a middle name. Nicholas." I tell her, a subtle smile spreading on my lips as I finished the last layer of the flower. I slide the rose onto the cake, adjusting it accordingly before turning my attention towards her cheery face. "That's Noah's best friend." "Aww," she breaks out into a smile that spread from ear to ear. "That's so sweet!" "Yeah," I let out a bashful chuckle, "but not as sweet as this damn cake. Look at how many flowers they want!"

We both glanced down at the dessert in front of me; the entire border was littered with roses, alternating between red, orange, and yellow. It wasn't the kindest on the eyes, but I was doing exactly what the customer had asked for.

"That's a lot of frosting," Jules laughs. I snort. "Tell me about it. It looks like a wall of fire." "Does it?" I nod, knowing she can't see the colors. "Oh! Check out the cake Holly made for your baby shower!" She enthusiastically waves me on towards where Holly was stationed.

I take a peek at what she was working on and grinned—it was beautiful from what I could see. She finishes the last dollop and places the piping bag down beside it, turning towards me with a sheepish grin on her face. "What do you think, Liv?" Holly asks in her timid voice, taking a step away from it for me to take a better look.

It truly was a work of art, and I was more than grateful for her effort. It was a single tiered 8-inch round cake, walled with a baby blue that melted into white all the way around. Intricate flowers skirted the bottom, elegant swirls crawling their way up the sides, meeting with a border of clouds. The cake read 'Oh boy!’ and settled on the top was a pair of blue booties, my heart immediately swelling at the sight of them.

"It's perfect, Holly. Thank you so much!" I threw my arms around her, bringing her in for a tight hug—well, as tight as my belly would allow. "I'm so glad you like it," she tells me quietly, but I can hear the smile laced in her tone. "I was so worried it wouldn't come out the way you envisioned. It's hard guessing what colors are what," she chuckles. "Thankfully I had some assistance with the booties." I pull away, placing my hands on her shoulders with a shake of my head. "It's better than I could've imagined. I almost don't want to eat it later today, but I think he wants it...so we're going to devour it," I laugh. She giggles and thanks me before packaging it up to be taken home.

Noah

"She is going to kill us," I muttered, one arm folded across my chest as I pinched the bridge of my nose with my opposite hand. "Why is the banner pink, and why does it say 'It's a Girl'?" "Well, they didn't have any 'It's a Boy' banners left," Folio shrugs. "But don't worry, we got a plan!" He perks up, a wide smile growing on his face. "Great," I grumbled with a roll of my eyes. I turn when there's a rattle behind me, being met with Nicholas shaking two cans of spray paint, a proud smile on his face. "Don't tell me you're gonna—" "Oh, yeah. That's exactly what I'm gonna do," he smirks, popping the cap off one of them.

With the banner pulled taut, I watched as Nick worked his magic, starting with the lighter shade of powder blue—Liv's mom must've helped pick out the colors. He traced what appeared to be a cloud around the word 'girl', slowly filling the area in and covering the word up completely. It looked a little tacky, but I was trusting the process, knowing how artistic my best friend is, and went back to assist Liv's mom and Victoria with finishing up the backyard.

After another half hour or so, we collectively stood as a group, Vic and I with our arms folded over our chests as we observed the scene before us. "Well? You think she'll like it?" I asked, a bit hesitant with the outcome.

All the streamers and balloons were hung, and all the favors were laid out in their designated areas. We had a table full of refreshments, and underneath our tree we had a large cutout of a hot air balloon—blue and white striped with bundles of white balloons to mimic clouds—acting as the backdrop for Bryan to take photos when Liv was to open her gifts. Nick finished painting the banner, and it seemed to compliment the theme of the party beautifully.

Vic shrugs, bouncing her head side to side as she contemplates. "I think she might throw a bitch fit over the banner, but other than that she'll—" "I love it." I spin around, and there was Olivia waddling her way through the slider door, her dress flowing by her ankles. "Even if the banner is fucked up," she laughs, shaking her head. I puffed out a sigh of relief, returning her smile, and began walking towards her. "Fuck off, Noah. She was mine first!" I'm practically shoved to the side as Vic brushes past me, engulfing Liv in a warm embrace with her mom following suit.

The guys laugh behind me, and all I do is shake my head with a light chuckle as I watched my wife reunite with her mom and best friend. My heart swelled at the sight; with a bright smile, Liv looked as beautiful as ever in her light blue dress, peppered in a floral design, and baby's breath tucked into the neat bun atop her head to match. Tears of joy sprung in their eyes as she cupped a hand under her belly, showing off the size of her bump. Her mom and Vic both gushed and placed a hand on her belly each, surely waiting for him to kick.

I let them have their moment, turning to greet Juliana and Holly as they came in through the gate. They brought in a cake from the bakery, which admittedly looked incredible, and I thanked them before placing it on the table with the rest of the food. After introducing them to the guys, I told them to help themselves to whatever they felt like, hoping to make them feel at home since this was their first time over.

It wasn't a big get-together and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, mingling about as Bryan clicked away on his camera to capture the day. We played games like baby trivia, guessing the baby's measurements, and guess who—which was sort of like this or that, but more so 'would mom or dad do that', and of course everyone was in favor of Liv, but it was all in good fun.

Before I knew it, it was time to open gifts, and with each and every one that was opened, the more this became real. Baby clothes, bottles, diapers, teething rings. A carseat, a tummy-time mat, a breast pump—which I had to snatch from Folio, who pulled it out and held it up against his chest and asked 'How does this work?' Everyone laughed, and I'm sure Bryan got a picture of it, but Christ I swear that man doesn't have a brain.

By the end of it all, my head was spinning. For such a small party, there were so many things gifted to us. Of course I was thankful for everything, and it was obvious the baby was already very much loved, but it just seemed like so much. Is he going to really need all these things? Was everything going to fit in the nursery? The clothes were so tiny, how is it possible for something to be so small?

Oh, God. We're a short five weeks away from Olivia giving birth. We're about to have a tiny human in our home. We still haven't finished painting the nursery or putting together the crib. Are we ready for this? Am I ready for this?

"Noah," I hear Liv call for me, and I shake my head clear before meeting her in our bedroom. "Could you help me take my shoes off?"

She sat at the edge of the bed, leaning back against her hands that were planted on the mattress. Her hair fell around her shoulders in messy waves, and her cheeks were flushed, indicating she had tried her best to take them off on her own, only for her belly to hinder her from doing so. Her dress had been lifted to the middle of her thighs, and I could see that her feet were swollen from where I stood. I knew she was embarrassed by the bashful smile playing on her lips and I crossed the short distance to join her.

"Sure, love." I grinned, cradling the back of her head to lay a kiss to her forehead before crouching down in front of her. I take her right leg in my hands and undo the strap around her ankle, carefully slipping the wedge from her foot. She sighs with relief; there was a deep indentation across the top of her foot and I frowned, knowing how hard I tried to convince her to wear flats instead. Her left foot was the same, if not a little bit more swollen.

I pressed my thumbs into the arch, slowly rolling up towards the ball of her foot, repeating this action a few times. A quiet moan slips out from her and I moved back to her right foot to do the same, her sounds music to my ears. As innocent as this was, it was going straight to my dick—her sounds, the proximity, her dress pulled up just enough for my mind to run rampant.

Slowly, my hands move up to her calf, my fingers kneading into the tense muscle. She sighs again and I bring her leg up to my lips, pressing them gently against her ankle. I inch my mouth further up her leg, my right hand sliding up and over her knee and landing on her inner thigh. "Noah," she giggles, "I only wanted you to take my shoes off." I lay one last kiss against her calf. "I know, sorry," I lower my hand, shaking my head. "I'll stop." Her legs start to separate, and I quirk an eyebrow at her as our eyes meet. She's biting her bottom lip and there's fire burning behind her oceanic eyes. "You don't have to," she tells me, maneuvering so that her leg was now out of my hold and over my shoulder.

She leans back on her elbows, spreading her legs further. Once again, my cock twitches in my pants seeing her on full display. I can't see her face clearly from the way her belly protrudes; I sit up on my knees to look at her and she winks at me. She presses her heel into my upper back, and I let out a breathy chuckle at her eagerness.

She assists in pulling her dress up further, settling it below her breasts. I grin, running my hands over her stomach before pressing a kiss against the bump and sinking back to my original position, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties. I begin to shimmy them down her legs, noticing that she's already starting to glisten with arousal. I smirk to myself.

I lay kisses on her legs once more, alternating between both thighs, inching up until I reach her mound and settle there for a moment or two. She's breathing heavier now, and I know she's buzzing from anticipation because of it.

Her hips rut towards me when I flick my tongue against her clit and take a moment to savor the way she tasted, licking a stripe through her folds. I palm her thighs, keeping her legs spread, and she squirms in my hold as I purposely avoid the sensitive bundle of nerves. I was being selfish, but God did she taste heavenly.

I spear her with my tongue, my nose running against her clit and she whines, her hands finding my hair. She knots her fingers at the roots, giving me a light tug, and a low growl slips from my throat from the sensation. She was telling me what she wanted without a single word, and I was going to give it to her.

I replace my tongue with a finger and a second shortly after, curling them leisurely, brushing against her spot ever-so-slightly as I coaxed a quiet moan from her. She begins to whisper my name, begging me for more, only to be cut off with a loud gasp when I brought my attention back to her clit. I massaged her with my tongue, meticulously tracing her in the way I knew that she loved. I thrusted my fingers inside of her, matching the speed of my tongue, and her hips start to lift, pressing herself further against my mouth.

I feel her walls beginning to clench around my fingers, and I groaned against her, wanting her to come undone. I needed her to, I needed to feel her release, taste her as she comes in my hand.

I encase her bud with my lips, lightly scratching my teeth against her before sucking, knowing this drove her nuts from the moan she always let out when I did. She tugs my hair once again, and a chuckle vibrates in my throat—I knew she was close. From her quickened breaths to the way she gyrated her hips against my mouth, it was only a matter of time.

With a final pull against her clit, her walls tighten around my fingers, pulsing as she comes on my hand. I groan, finding pleasure in the way her body quakes against me, savoring every last drop of her as if I were a man starved and this was the last meal on earth.

Her body relaxes, falling limp against the mattress. I pull her dress back down before standing, gazing down at Liv as she recoups. I grin; she was always so beautiful, even with her face flushed and her hair mussed, all the while panting with a satisfied curl tugging on her lips.

"Let's get you comfortable," I tell her after a few minutes, taking her hands in mine to bring her to her feet. "Wait," she giggles, dropping my hands and placing hers on my chest, looking up at me. "You don't want anything in return?" I shake my head 'no', grinning sheepishly. "No, love," I deny, my hands landing on her hips and giving her a firm squeeze. "I just wanted to make you feel good." Her cheeks tinted into a deeper shade of rose as she lets out a soft 'Oh'. I move my hands to her upper arms and give them a reassuring rub, kissing her forehead. "Arms up," I tell her gently.

She rolls her eyes, a playful pout on her face as she does as I instructed. I lift her dress up and over her head, dropping it on the floor before spinning her around to unclasp her bra and slipping it off her shoulders. She turns back towards me with a light smile and I reveled in the sight, from the glimmer in her eyes to the swell of her breasts and down to her belly.

She starts to cover herself with her arms; I knew how uncomfortable she was with her body now that she was eight months pregnant, but it was my goal to remind her just how beautiful she is. I cup her face with both hands, pressing my forehead against hers with a little shake of my head and locked my eyes with her iridescent blues.

"None of that," I whispered. "Stop trying to hide your body. You are still the most gorgeous woman to grace the earth whether you see it or not, okay?" I notice the tears starting to well in her eyes and she tries to blink them away. "I'm sorry," she says, barely audible. "Don't be sorry, love. It's my job to make you feel that you are." I lift my head from hers and brush her bangs back, kissing her forehead. "You. Are. Beautiful." I enunciate by kissing her nose and cheeks between each word. "Okay?" "Okay," she whispers, a strained giggle sounding from her.

I palm her belly, glancing down and admiring how my hand curved against it. She lays her hand atop of mine, and a smile breaks out across my face when I feel him kick. I bring my eyes back to Olivia's, and she had the same smile painted on her face.

"Let's get ready for bed, yeah?" I give her a kiss before retracting my hand and strip to my boxers. She takes my shirt from my hands and slips it on, giggling when it just barely covers her belly—my shirts used to land at the middle of her thighs beforehand. She finds a pair of shorts, lying down shortly after.

I lie down on my back, my right arm extended and patting my chest with my left hand. She wastes no time at all and shuffles closer to me, settling her leg on top of me while she rests her head on my chest. I press a kiss on the top of her head and wrap my arm around her, rubbing her shoulder lightly.

She sighs peacefully, nuzzling her face against me. "Thank you for today. Everything was beautiful." "Don't just thank me. Everyone chipped in," I tell her. "True. I guess if it weren't for Nick, we'd have had a banner that said 'It's a Girl!'," she giggles. "We have Jolly to thank for the food, Bryan for the pictures, Folio for the comedic relief." "Your mom and Vic for all the decorations, Jules and Holly for the cake. I really just made sure things were put in the right place," I shrugged my free shoulder. "Well, you all did great, and it's clear that baby is already so loved. So, thank you; all of you." "Anything for you, love."

In a matter of minutes, she was out cold. I grinned to myself, admiring the way she snoozed on top of me. Her jaw slack, the same strand of her mahogany hair that always got sucked into her mouth as she breathed, the subtle movement of her eyes shifting back and forth as she dreamed. I pressed another kiss on top of her head, sighing as I shut my eyes to try and catch some sleep.

It wasn't easy when your mind was on the fritz, mentally trying to figure out how this would all play out. Worrying if we had everything we needed—even though I'm sure we had more than enough—worrying if the room would be ready in time, worrying if we were both ready for this next step in life. Hell, we didn't even have a name picked out for him.

I don't think I'm getting any sleep tonight.

|Chapter 25|