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rafeandonlyrafe · 5 months

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defending you (nsfw version)

i somehow forgot this fic when i was reuploading all the ones from my old blog. fun fact: this is the first rafe fic i ever wrote! and i actually wrote two different versions. this is the established relationship and smut version, here is the sfw version!

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warnings: 18+ only, smut, bullying?, violence, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, daddy kink, fingering, female receiving oral,

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“rafe!” you yell, relieved to see him standing out on his dock, sorting through something in a box. you swim closer, the final stretch of the long distance somehow seeming like miles.

“rafe!” you yell again, waiting for him to hear, but you know the sound of the whipping wind is carrying your voice in the opposite direction.

rafe straightens up, and turns back towards tanneyhill. “rafe!” you’re yelling desperately at this point. he finally turns, having heard what he thought was his name. he scans the dock quickly, thinking he’s going crazy hearing things, and then he sees you wave at him frantically from in the water.

“y/n?” rafe screams, his face going pale seeing you swimming towards the dock.

“rafe.” you smile, received to finally be done with your long swim.

“what are you doing?” rafe rushes towards the ladder as you begin to climb up, legs and arms weak. “the water is freezing and there’s a storm coming in.”

“i know.” you shiver as you pull yourself onto the dock, with help from rafe. you can’t even stand as your legs crumble. “i was paddleboarding before the storm came and someone came and knocked me off my board and took it and my paddle. i swam here because it was closest.”

you’ve never formally labeled your relationship with rafe, not beyond him calling you ‘my girl’, but everyone on the island knows you’re an item.

it all started with your friendship with sarah. you’re not rich enough to be a kook, but not poor enough to be a pogue, leaving you in a weird middle ground that you’ve grown to love, getting accepted into both groups' parties. you became friends with sarah pretty quickly when you both agreed that the silly feud between the two sides of the island has gotten too extreme.

whenever you would sleep over with sarah, or even just head out to surf or get ice cream, rafe would find some sort of way to be involved, much to sarah’s annoyance and your joy.

it wasn’t until you and sarah began to grow apart that rafe made his move. he kissed you one night at a party and ever since then, it’s been the two of you against the world. you still get along with sarah, but it’s different now that you’re with her brother.

“who took your board?” rafe eyes flash with anger, the kind all the pogues tell you he’s capable of, but that you haven’t seen for yourself. you know rafe hides his bad parts from you, but you’ve heard whisperings from people about the best place to score on the island, and that his rage can get out of control.

“kelce’s friend. i don’t know his name. that blonde guy.”

“topper?” rafe questions, knowing it can’t be him, but can’t think of any other guy you might be referring to.

“no, no. that new guy. family just moved into that blue house.”

“luke?” rafe practically spits his name out.

“yeah, him.” you nod, a shiver racking through your body. the water was the coldest you’ve ever felt it in obx, but thankfully your hard swimming kept you from being too cold. it’s only now, on the dock with the harsh wind, that you feel the real chill.

“hold on, let me get you a towel.” rafe curses himself for not getting you one quicker. he runs to the nearest boat, flipping open a seat and grabbing the fluffiest, warmest towel he sees.

rafe helps you stand now that you’ve got some feeling back in your legs. he wraps the towel tightly around you, pulling you into his arms to warm you up even more.

“what kind of boat was he driving?” rafe asks

you don’t want to talk, or think, just want to lay your head against rafe’s chest and soak up his warmth, but you’re eventually able to mutter out, “a black speedboat. i don’t know more than that, it all happened so fast.” truth was, you knew it was an expensive brand, just way beyond anything your family would be able to afford, so you had no clue what it was.

“and he just came and knocked you off?” rafe curses himself as soon as he says it, because it sounds like he doesn’t believe you, but really he just wants to get the story straight before he beats this guy to a pulp.

“yeah.” you sniffle. “he made a huge wake on purpose that made me fall off, and then he just grabbed my board and paddle before i could get back on.”

“y/n?” you hear your name being called and turn to look down the dock at ward and rose, concern etched over their features. you got along decent well with them, being invited to some family dinners with rafe, but there was still a bit of awkwardness, you being the first longterm girlfriend that rafe has ever had.

“hi, sir.” you say as he walks closer, stepping out of rafe’s arms.

“don’t tell me you were swimming in this weather.” ward says. it is unseasonably cold in the outer banks, and the wind is picking up every second with dark clouds on the horizon.

“not intentionally.” you shake your head. "someone knocked me off my paddleboard and they took it. i swam here because it was closest."

ward looks at his son, and rafe gives a stern nod, a silent conversation happening that you’re not privy to.

“i’m gonna go get your board back for you, y/n.” rafe says, effortlessly snatching the boat keys out of the air that his father tosses to him.

“rafe, i don’t expect you to do that. plus the storm-” your worried expression is snatched off of your face with a quick kiss from rafe.

“we look out for own here, yeah?” rafe says, hand coming to your face and pushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

“thank you.” you say with a tight swallow of your throat, worried about rafe in this weather, but knowing that there’s no stopping him.

“i’ll be back soon, you go inside and warm up, okay?” rafe says, stepping back towards the boat. you nod, a tight feeling twisting in your stomach as you watch rafe going to defend you, going to get back what’s yours. he especially knows what that paddleboard means to you, having bought it for you himself. you had one from your parents, but it was a few years old and worn from how much you use it.

“come on, y/n.” rose says, placing a hand on your back as you walk up the dock to the house.

“thank you so much.” you say as you reach the kitchen, rose handing you a glass of water.

“no problem at all, you know you’re always welcome here.” ward says, and you almost blush at the approval of rafe’s father. you’ve always tried hard to get on his good side, being almost overly polite and helping out whenever needed, but what really won rose and ward over was rose going to your mothers hair salon. it’s the best on the island and your mom gives her extra product since you’re with her stepson.

“are you okay? can i get you anything else?” rose asks you.

“no, thank you so much. i might just go hop in the shower and wait for rafe to come back in his room, if you don’t mind?” you give the best pleading puppy dog eyes you can to ward, and he nods after only a second of hesitation. he doesn’t like you being in rafes room, and usually makes you hang out in common areas, which lead to a lot of interrupted cuddling or makeout sessions.

it’s not like ward is completely unaware what you two get up to, he even one time bought rafe a pack of condoms and attempted to have a safe sex conversation with him, much to rafe’s dismay, which he later recanted to you, before pouting that you were giggling at him, but made up for it by putting one of those condoms to good use.

“thank you again for helping me, i was so scared out there all alone.”

“go before i change my mind.” ward says. you give a flash of a smile before speed walking towards rafe’s room, a path you know by heart. you undress in his attached bathroom, leaving your wet clothes on the floor.

you take a deep sigh of relief at the warm water, but you don’t want to spend too long in there, anxiously awaiting rafes arrival back. you use his soap, the one that leaves a scent on his skin that you’re obsessed with, but forgo trying to control your hair, opting to put it up in a bun with the hair ties he leaves in his bathroom cabinet for you.

you end up grabbing clothes from rafes closet, even though you know sarah won’t mind if you borrow some of hers, putting on one of the few casual tshirts rafe has, as well as his boxers in favor of actual bottoms.

you’ve warmed up a lot, but there’s still a chill in your bones, so you slide under the covers, flipping on the tv, missing your phone at this moment which is sitting at home, waiting for you to return from your paddleboarding trip.

you’re about to drift off when the door suddenly opens.

“rafe.” you breath out, hopping out of the bed to go to him. he’s soaking wet from the rain that came in with the storm, but he’s got a proud gleam in his eye.

“i got your board back.” rafe says. “and that asshole won’t mess with you anymore.”

you gulp, hoping that just means rafe gave him a stern talking to, but as you look down at his knuckles, you can tell it’s not true.

“rafe!” you gasp, grabbing his hand and lifting it up. his knuckles are red and looked bruised.

“it’s alright, baby.” rafe says, stepping into the room and closing and locking the door behind him. “i just punched him once so he would know not to mess with you again. i know you don’t like violence, but he needed to learn his lesson not to mess with you.”

you pout, but nod in agreement. you certainly wouldn’t want any other girls, or anyone at all for that matter, to fall victim to the same ‘prank’ he did to you.

“thank you so much.” you place your hands on rafes neck and bring his head down so you can kiss him, having to get up on your tippy toes to do so.

“anything for you baby, you know how much i love you.” but you don’t, and you freeze at the words.

“what, you don’t love me back?” rafe teases, acting like he didn’t just drop something so huge for the first time in your relationship.

“of course i love you, rafey, i just didn’t expect you to say it.” you blush, ducking your head. you’ve actually thought over the past couple months about your time with rafe, how safe and loved he made you feel. it came naturally to you, loving him.

rafe ducks down for a strong kiss, leaving you breathless when he pulls away and strides towards the bathroom. “gonna shower quickly princess, you get back in bed.”

“okay.” you say shyly, suddenly nervous. you get back under the covers, thankful for the thick comforter wrapping you in warmth. your eyes return to the tv, and you don’t even realize that you’ve started to drift off until you’re suddenly awoken by the bathroom door opening and shutting and rafe stepping out in just a towel wrapped around his waist.

“oh, i’m sorry baby, i didn’t mean to wake you.” rafe says, seeing the sleep in your eyes and how desperately you need it.

“it’s okay.” you sit up, only for rafe to gently push your shoulder back into bed. he climbs in next to you, leaving the towel around his waist much to your disappointment.

“but i have to thank you for getting my board back.” you pout as rafe wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his chest.

“you can thank me once you’ve rested.” rafe says, stretching to turn the lamp next to the bed off. he also turns down the tv, but leaves it on.

“mmkay.” you really don’t have it within you to argue. you lay your head against rafe’s chest and snuggle close, a shiver wracking through your body.

“are you still cold?” rafe’s body tenses under you.

“i think the effects are still wearing off, im okay though, promise.” you really don’t want rafe to leave to go punch luke again, so calming him down is your best bet.

“i got something that can warm you up, princess.” rafe says, hands suddenly finding your hips. his fingers skim underneath his boxers that you’re wearing, and you can’t help but let out a soft moan, knowing there’s no way ward or rose can hear you from the opposite wing of the house, and with the rain now battering against the windows.

“off, please.” rafe says, tugging them down. you help maneuver until you’re left in just his shirt.

rafe tugs you so you’re half on top of him, one leg slinged over his hips. his hands find your pussy instantly, pleased that your wetness is already growing.

“my pretty girl needs daddy, right?” rafe says, using the nickname for himself that has you biting your lip, feeling your nipples harden against his chest.

rafe laughs gently, fingers sweeping up and down the outsides of your folds, not moving closer like you want him to. he only teases for a minute before he presses his finger against your hole. you instantly relax at the familiar feeling, letting him shove his long and slender finger inside of you.

you’re able to get just enough angle to grind your clit into the towel, making his finger thrust in and out even easier. you let out a mewl as a second one presses against your entrance.

“you can take it, baby.” rafe says, causing you to shake your head. usually rafe gives you a lot of time to warm up before he even tries to finger or fuck you, knowing how much it helps you loosen up.

“you can.” rafe says, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “you wanna know how i know you can? because you’re my good little girl, and you’d never disappoint me. so you’re gonna take both my fingers, and then you’re gonna take my cock, alright?”

you stay silent as his second finger enters you, it only burns for a split second before the pleasure returns.

“answer me.” rafe says softly, knowing better than to be too rough with you considering what you just went through.

“gonna take your cock.” you nod. “gonna be good for you.” you lift your head off of his chest to kiss along his jaw, nipping at it with a giggle when he clenches it as you grind your hips just right to press against his cock, already completely hard under the towel.

rafe drags his fingers out, somewhat reluctantly as he already misses feeling you clenching around him, but is brought relief knowing his cock will be next. he pulls the towel to the side, letting himself spring free and rub against your bare pussy.

“do you trust me?” rafe whispers, not making any move to reach for a condom.

“of course.” you say, kissing the side of his mouth, “i love you.”

rafe slides his fingers up to your clit, rubbing it gently as he presses his cock against your entrance. you sink down onto him, eyes squeezing tightly closed as the pleasure takes over.

“good girl. almost all the way in.” rafe says, helping push your hips down until you’re fully rested on his cock. you lay your head back down on his chest, letting yourself breathe as you wait for rafe to begin to snap his hips up into you, or for his hands to tap your hips, signaling you to move.

it doesn’t come, and eventually you begin to rock, wondering if rafe was letting you take control.

“no, no, shhh.” rafe says, holding your hips down. “let me just warm you up from the inside baby, you go back to sleep. when you wake up i’ll put a condom on and fuck you like you deserve.”

you realize as he speaks that you are now completely warmed up, his cock bringing you to the perfect temperature.

“you sure, baby?” you ask, hoping he says yes, loving the thought of sleeping together, joined in the most intimate way.

“of course i’m sure. you keep my cock nice and warm in that sweet pussy and i’ll keep you warm in my arms.”

“thank you.” you turn your head to kiss his chest. “i love you so much.”

“love you too. now close those beautiful eyes and get some rest. i know you’re tired.”

rafe is right, as soon as you stop fighting the sleep, you’re out like a light.

you’re not sure how long you sleep before a loud clap of thunder wakes you up. you lift your head, the only light in the room being from the tv, still on, now muted.

you circle your hips, smiling at feeling rafe’s cock still deep inside you. “mmm, that feels good baby.” rafe says, also waking up from the storm.

“can you fuck me now?” you ask, almost politely. it makes rafe smile, thinking about what a good girl you are.

“i thought you said you wanted to thank me? don’t you wanna ride me?”

you nod quickly, glad to have a chance to be in charge. usually rafe is the one on top, not liking to be out of control, so you start moving before he has a chance to rethink.

you sit up, his cock hitting a whole different angle as your position changes.

“wait.” rafe places a hand on your hip. “let me put a condom on first.”

“it’s okay.” you say quietly, not sure if rafe feels the same way. “i’m on birth control and i’ll take a plan b tomorrow. you’re doing such a good job warming me up i want your cum warming my insides up too.”

this sends rafe into a spiral, the thoughts of flooding your insides, of marking you as his. even though he knows its too early, he thinks about the future where he gets to cum inside you with no birth control or plan b taken the next morning, seeing your tummy swell up, marking you as his.

his plants his feet on the bed and begins to fuck up into you, his hands lifting you up and down in pace with his thrusts. you place your hands on his chest to try to keep yourself stable, not regretting your words even though it now means you don’t get the control you were secretly excited for.

“you want me to fill you, huh, my perfect slut?” rafe asks, rubbing one hand aggressively over your clit.

“yes, rafe.” you whine, grinding into his thumb. his cock is throbbing inside you, and you know neither of you are going to last much longer, considering he’s been inside you for at least a couple hours.

rafe flips you suddenly, not wanting his little princess to have to do any more work than you need to.

“so good rafey.” you whine, his cock hitting your sweet spot every time, making you see stars.

your head picks up suddenly when his dick leaves you, making tears instantly fall from your eyes at the loss.

“it’s okay, baby, don’t cry.” rafe kisses the tears away quickly, before pressing one to your lips. “i just need to taste your pretty pussy before i cum all inside it.”

rafe slinks down the bed, and you watch him with wide eyes. rafe will give you head sometimes, but he much prefers getting right into the action and fucking you, feeling no better joy than when you’re joined together.

rafe lays between your legs, adjusting his erection so he doesn’t cum on the bed from pressing against it. you spread your legs for him, giving him a shy smile as his eyes find yours.

“keep them open. look at me. watch the man who loves you kiss your pretty little pussy.” rafe’s words make you want to flutter your eyes close, to toss your head back, but you fight that instinct to keep looking at him.

rafe leans forward, licking from your dripping entrance all the way up to your clit. you moan as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking it harshly, wanting to get you as close as possible to cumming, because he knows once he’s inside of you again, he’s only lasting a couple thrusts.

he switches between tonguing at your clit and sucking on it, trying his best to keep you on your toes, not knowing what sensation to prepare for. he swipes his tongue down ever few moments, tasting your wetness like golden honey on his tongue.

“taste so sweet, princess.” rafe says, making an embarrassing slurping noise that has you momentarily covering your face with your hands, before remembering rafe’s order to keep your eyes on him. “gotta eat you out more often, my favorite little meal.”

your hands move to rafes hair, dragging him back up to your clit. rafe flattens his tongue against it, letting your hips move and grind just how you like it against his tongue.

“fuck baby.” rafe has to rip his head away as he feels your clit start to throb, signaling how close you are.

“need you rafey.” you whine. he moves quickly to your pleads, his cock reentering you quickly, hips thrusting wildly. he places the palm of his hand against your clit, grinding it down.

“fuck, baby, so good.” you whine. “so close rafey.”

“me too, princess.” rafe says with a grunt, his voice gruffer than you’ve ever heard it. “gonna fill this pretty pussy up. my favorite little kitty. gonna breed you. you want my kids one day, huh?”

“yes, rafe, want your babies.” you cry out as you can’t hold back any longer, your orgasm washing over you like the waves outside hitting the shore. the tightening of your pussy around his cock has rafe cumming instantly, spurting thick ropes of white inside of you.

he collapses down as the last few drops of cum are squeezed out of him by your pulsating pussy.

neither of you say anything for a few minutes, rafe just rolls you over so you’re on top of him, his cock still deep inside you, plugging you from letting any cum drip out.

rafe begins to slowly pull out, but your hips follow him. “please stay inside me until morning.” you pout.

“you want me in you all night?” rafe says, pushing some of your hair off your face that’s sticking to your sweat.

you nod, tiredly blinking at him as sleep begins to overtake your body again. rafe smiles gently. “of course i’ll stay inside you.”

“thank you.” you whisper, kissing along his cheek, until you reach his mouth. your lips slide against each other, and you resist the urge to squeeze your pussy around him for a round 2, knowing how tired he must be from the sudden burst of energy.

you’ve never slept calmer than you have with rafe filling the missing pieces inside of you.

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wp100 · 2 years

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i wanna wear a bowtie someday

they're just so nerdy which is sexy and handsome and cool and smart

#love seeing people wear bowties #it's so uncommon but YE #also makes me think of one of my ocs i don't draw a lot anymore #but he was inspired by a celebrity i guess? in my country. who hosts a lot of shows #most notably family feud i guess.#and he'd wear a bowtie in almost every single episode #bowties are freakin cool #also creating ocs based off real people is quite fun actually #it stops you from being creepy about celebrities #while also like. taking parts of them and putting them into a character #which is hecking cool #the oc in question is literally block-shaped. Lollll and he wears a bowtie #he's cute i'd say:)#he's just a host for quiz shows mainly but he can be a normal tv presenter too

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kissesfrombangtanatnight · 5 months

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Family Feud (with your Host Joseph Anoa'i)

❤️❤️Author's Note: This took forever. But it's finally here! Thank y'all for being so patient with me. Lately, I've been having writer's block but thankfully my sister helped me through with this one. She a real one.

Warnings: sexual content, vulgar language, DNI if you are not 18+

What happens when you constantly ignore your husband for your favorite gameshow and he gets tired of it? Stay tuned to find out.

You sit in the living room, popcorn in hand, as you gaze excitedly at the tv, preparing to binge-watch Family Feud. It was your favorite pastime, especially over the weekend when you've worked your ass off the entire week. Being an accountant was a dream come true, but Lord knows, it was tiring.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, I'm your host Steve Harvey." The tv blares as you concentrate on the two families on the tv. If you could, you'd honestly gather your sisters and parents and get on an episode of Family Feud. You just loved it that much. You were so engulfed in the gameshow that you didn't even hear your husband enter the door. You nearly jumped out of your skin when he touched your shoulder, greeting you with his deep voice.

"Baby....did you even hear me?" He says, putting his gym bag on the floor next to the couch sitting next to you.

"No, I'm sorry. What were you saying?" You ask, looking at him confused. He playfully rolls his eyes.

"I asked how your day had been and if you were hungry. I was gonna make us dinner." He says as you barely hear a word he's saying, too focused on the gameshow as the Fast Round was going on.

"What an idiot. Who in the hell says an answer like that?" You groan, rolling your eyes at the tv. He continues to talk to you, but you don't pay attention as you're too consumed with answering the survey questions, rolling your eyes when one of the contestants gives a stupid answer.

"Well then...I guess I'll eat by myself." Your husband says, annoyed, shaking his head as he gets up and goes upstairs to freshen up. You barely even notice his presence leave as you're too consumed with the show as the family that got the most points won.

"YES! HAHAHA! YEAAAAA BOY!" There you sat on the couch for another five hours glued to the tv.

"Girl, yes, he told me to pick up some takeout. I'm home now. I'm tired as hell. My feet are burning. I need a nice, hot shower." You say as you park your car in the driveway beside your husband's.

"Well, I'll let you go. See you Monday, sis, goodnight." Your co-worker and best friend, Diana, says as you hang up.

You reach over in the passenger seat and pick up the takeout Joe had you get on your way home from work.

You whistle to yourself as you approach the front door, preparing to put the key in the hole, but it opens up, revealing your loving husband, wearing a suit. You damn near choke on your spit as he greets you.

"Hey baby girl, how was your day?" He asks, moving aside so you can walk into the foyer.

He removes the takeout from your hands and places it on the nearby entryway table. He moves behind you to remove your jacket, taking it and placing it on the coat rack.

"What's with the fancy suit? Am I missing something?" You question as he chuckles lowly to himself, shaking his head.

"Not in particular. However, I thought we'd do something different tonight." He says, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. He smelled so damn good. He grabs your hand as he leads you into the living room.

"What is all of this?" You giggle, seeing a wooden podium in the living room where the coffee table once was. Additionally, a small dry-erase board was sitting next to the podium.

"A little game I like to call Family Feud." He grins as you look at him, confused as he makes his way over to the podium.

You giggle as you sit down on the couch, legs crossed. This is interesting.

"So what's this about?" You tease.

"Well, since my lovely wife likes to give all of her time to her tv and ignore her loving husband, despite him wanting to spend quality time with her.....I figured, why not develop my own version of the game show. I think you'll like this even more. In fact, I think both of us will like this very much." He says, licking his beautiful pink lips.

"Babe...you know I don't mean to ignore you, it's just-" He cuts you off, not wanting to hear your excuses.

"Ah ah ah. No need to explain yourself. Now, before we begin this game, there are a couple of house rules to follow, okay?" He says, picking up a game card before peering over at you.

"Okay." You say in a small voice, looking down at your fingers that you were fiddling with. You don't know why you were starting to get nervous. Maybe it's because your husband is so unpredictable, especially when he's like....this.

"First things first, no answering questions until I finish reading the complete question. Number two, you do exactly as I say. Trust me, it will be better for you not to go against my commands. Three, if you get a question right, I remove an article of clothing. However, if you get a question wrong, you remove an article of clothing. Last and finally, until the game is done, you do not leave this room, understand?" He instructs, staring at you with almost absolute hunger and desire.

"I...well, I-" He cuts you off again, raising his hand.

"If you don't understand, you soon will." He smiles that gorgeous smile of his before clearing his throat.

"Alright, we're going to do this decently and in order. Ready?" He asks as you nod.

"Words, baby, words," He says, awaiting your response.

"Ready." You say, your heart already starting to pound. He clears his throat again before rolling his shoulders back, getting into his acting role. You loved seeing him switch his persona every now and then. The man deserved to be in a damn movie with how well he could switch things up.

"Welcome to Family Feud, Miss Anoa'i. I'm your host, Joe Anoa'i. Welcome to the show. Now we're gonna get right into it. The top four answers are on this answer card in my hand. Here we go. Name something that might get ruined if it gets wet?" He asks, holding the card in his hands, licking his lips as his eyes bore into yours. A slight tingle went down your spine as you pondered the answers to the obviously suggestive question.

"Umm....paper?" You say, unsure what kind of naughty answers were written down on the answer card. However, you didn't want to get distracted by your mind being in the gutter; you really wanted to win.

"Great answer Miss Anoa'i. That's five points on the board and removal of my tie." He says, putting your points onto the blank dry-erase board before removing his tie and tossing it beside his feet.

"Alright. There are three answers left. Again, name something that might get ruined if it gets wet?" He says, cocking his head to the side.

You ponder your options before answering him again, "Clothes!" He lowly giggles to himself, nodding his head.

"You know, I didn't expect you to get these answers right so quickly. Clothes are correct. That's 14 points and the removal of my jacket." He responds, writing your additional points on the board and slowly removing his jacket, looking you in the eyes as he does so. Gosh, it was getting hot in here, and the game had only just begun. You know this wasn't a traditional Family Feud, but damn, you were starting to love this already.

"Great progress so far, honey. There are two answers left. Give it to me." He says, rolling his shoulders back, looking at you intensely.

"Ummm....hmmm...I don't know. Uh....oh! A book!" You say excitedly, clapping your hands together. He shakes his head, impressed by your knowledge, before he goes to the board and gives you 10 points.

"You're doing so well. Okay, last answer. And this one is tricky, so you better get it right. Otherwise, that top is coming off, baby." He smirks, kicking off his shoes and letting them flop beside his tie and jacket. You shift slightly in your seat, the thought of getting the answer wrong making you a little excited at the thought of taking off an article of clothing. Hell, you wouldn't be surprised if, by the end of this, you and your husband were bare-naked and fucking like animals on the couch.

"U-um what about....a phone?" You stammer, your cheeks starting to feel flushed upon his gaze.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Wrong answer, baby. I will allow you a little mercy and give you two more attempts before you grace my eyes with those voluptuous breasts. Final answer, give it to me." He says lowly, his eyes shamelessly traveling down to your breasts covered by the floral blouse you wore to work today.

"Umm...food?" You ask rather than answer, unsure what the last possible answer could be.

Your husband grins at your oblivion, shaking his head as you are now on your last and final attempt at a correct answer. He was starting to grow a tent in his pants, and he'd only hoped you'd be doing something about that pretty soon. He wanted nothing more than to have that ass bouncing on his lap like a pogo stick, and he was pretty sure it'd be happening very soon.

However, he did want to at least attempt to finish this game before he completely wrecked you on damn near every surface in this house. You two hadn't fucked on the couch in over a month, a new record for you both being that you'd do it anytime and anywhere without shame.

Unfortunately, with both of your busy schedules, time wouldn't allow it. That, and the fact that you'd indulge yourself in television on your days off, leaving him no option but to become best friends with his right hand. His cousins often joke and credit his highly improved Superman punch to the hand sessions he's been forced to partake in. And it was all your fault.

"One more strike, baby, and you're removing that top." He says, biting down on his lip.

"Furniture?" You answer as he smirks, rubbing his hands together.

"Sorry, but that is incorrect. The number one thing that might get ruined if it gets wet..........your pussy." He smirked as he watched you squirm in your seat. You damn near moaned out loud at his lewdness. Of course, that would be the top answer. How could you not know that?

"You got it wrong. I'm a little surprised you didn't get the answer correct. I mean, how many times have I made you wet? And how many times have you been absolutely ruined because of it? Now remove that top baby, you know the rules......" He demands before licking his lips.

You immediately do as he commands, feeling your heart beat faster in your chest. You were sure your blood pressure would be through the roof by the time your husband was done with you. He lets out a low groan as he watches you now sitting in your purple lavender lace bra with floral embroidery from the Savage x Fenty collection. Yes, your man was that observant.

"Good. Now. Round two is gonna be a little more intense. Ready?" He questions, peering over at you in just your pencil skirt and heels.

"Y-yes....." You stammer a response, biting down on your bottom lip. You weren't sure how much longer you could last with the way your husband was looking at you. The way he was licking his lips at you, increasing your arousal as you think back to the many times you've road that fucking long, thick ass tongue of his. Just the thought of him eating you out like his last meal has your kitty throbbing x3. But you'd have to push that to the side, at least momentarily enough to win this game, as you were a competitive person.

"Next question........name something people suck on." He smirks, awaiting your answer. You already knew where this was going. The intentions of the game becoming very clear to you as you could see the tent in his pants. And you'd be damned if you didn't do something about it soon. However, you did want to tease him a bit, just to see how far he'd go. To see if he could last if you were completely naked in front of him. You bit your lip as you begin to ponder possible answers to the question.

"Time is ticking, my love." He grins, pointing at the watch on his arm.

"Um......lollipops!" You giggle, repositioning yourself so that you're sitting on your knees. You squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to ease the intensity between your legs. You'd be embarrassed if he caught sight of the wetness pooling from between your legs. It's something about your man having the power to make your body react to him with just his words. It's honestly a shame the hold he has on you.

"Good job, Miss Anoa'i. That's 12 points on the board. Again, name something that people suck." He smiles, putting your points on the board that have accumulated pretty nicely. He keeps his eyes on you as he removes his belt slowly, teasing you. You instinctively lick your lips as your eyes travel shamelessly down to the prominent dick print in his pants. At this point, the only thing holding you back was a button. "I'm waiting."

"Hmmmm......popsicles!" You say with a raised brow. He rubs his hand down his beard with a knowing smirk.

"My little genius, that's correct. 10 points." He says as he writes your points on the board. He steps over the coffee table, now standing above you, tall and confident. He begins to unbutton his white button up, but then stops. He looks down at you as you look up at him with innocent eyes.

"Take it off of me." He says more of a demand than a question. Without breaking eye contact, you run your hands along his lower abdomen, feeling every defined muscle before finally making it to the top button.

Biting your lip, you begin to slowly and agonizingly unbutton each button, leaving an open mouth kiss where his chest begin to become exposed. You feel his breath hitch slightly as you did so. Your lips feeling like heaven on his skin. He can only imagine what they'd feel like below his abdomen. You make it to the last button and smirk up at him as you "accidentally" graze his erect dick causing him to twitch under you upon contact. "You're making this hard you know? This isn't how the game is supposed to go. You're not being a cooperative contestant." He smirks.

"Well you aren't exactly making it easy to play fair Mr. Show Host." You counter. You push his hips back as his shirt slides off his broad shoulders and to the floor. You take the time to admire his beautiful body. Although you've seen him in every way possible many many times, it still amazes you of how beautiful he is. From his beautiful tanned skin, to his defined muscles to his tribal tattoos that glistened. "Now back up, I wanna finish playing this game sir." He moves away with a grin as he goes back to his podium.

"I must say, you're quite the contestant, you're flying right through these questions baby. Two answers remain on the answer card. Name something that people suck." With what you were imagining in your mind, you were sure the answer you had in your head was on the card, but feeling a bit rebellious, you were going to tease him a little more.

"Hmmmm....I don't know, cucumbers?" You grin. He grins, shaking his finger at you.

"Wrong......one last attempt and that skirt is coming off....Name something people suck." He says already in front of you once again.

"Can I pass?" You tease running a finger down the front of his pants before gripping his hard-on through his dress pants, earning a groan from him. You were getting extremely excited. Just the feel of him had you ready to say fuck this game and have him bend you over and murder your pussy.

"No baby girl, you know the rules, answer the question."

"I don't know." You say playing dumb. The sexual tension between you both growing as your bodies heat up.

"Stand up and turn around." He demands. You do as he says standing up and turning around. You feel him push up against your ass and you instinctively moan. He felt so good, hard and ready for you. His breath tickles your neck, he was standing so close. His hands travel down to your thighs before pushing you back on him with force.

"Ah-" You whimper out as he yanks your skirt down aggressively. You bite the corner of your lip to keep from moaning. You loved when he got rough with you. There were plenty of times he had you tapping out, in tears as he fucked you good, but would he stop? No, cause you were a big girl and could take it.

Your skirt is already kicked across the floor as you now stood in nothing but your bra, panties, and heels. He can't help but grip your thighs, thick fingers gliding a little too close to your dripping center.

"J-Joe, please baby, do something." Voice coming out hoarse as he glides his fingers over your inner thighs. You feel him smirk against your neck as he leaves wet kisses along your sensitive neck.

His lips hungrily roam your neck as he finds your sensitive spot, sucking on it mercilessly. He suddenly stops, your eyes fly open as you turn to look at him.

"Not yet Mrs. Anoa'i. You got the answer wrong."

"Seriously Joe? I don't give a shit about getting it wrong, I-"

"Ah ah ah....patience. The number one answer was...this dick baby."

NO SHIT!!! Sometimes he could be so annoying. You playfully roll your eyes as you grab him by the hips and pull him to you. You kneel down in front of him as he raises a brow. You don't wait for his approval before sliding down his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. His erection pressing against his briefs, begging to be released. You run your hand along the base, lightly squeezing his tip, feeling him pulsating.

"Fuck, stop playing baby and take it out." He groans.

"What you want me to do daddy?" You ask finally sliding his briefs down enough for his hard dick to spring free. You grab him in your hand, almost not being able to grip him with your one hand. You give his dick a few teasing strokes, feeling every vein as you look up at him through your lashes.

"Ughhh, this ain't your first time with the dick baby, you know what to do. Suck that shit." You smirk as you use the seeping precum as lube.

Spitting on his big tip, you finally take him in your mouth. He lets out a sigh of relief as you finally give him what he's been waiting for. Throwing his head back, he takes in the feel of your mouth working wonders on him.

"Fuck, bae you a pro at this shit." He praises as he welcomes your warm, wet mouth, practically a damn sauna on the dick.

While sucking on his tip like a lollipop, you stroke what couldn't fit in your mouth. "Oooo." The wet gargling sounds of your mouth slurping on him fills the otherwise quiet room turning him on. He grabs the back of your neck and begins thrusting into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. His balls slap against your chin, but you only hum in satisfaction, knowing that in the end, you'd be heavily rewarded with that devilish tongue of his.

"Mmh- fuck y-yeah." You were getting wetter at the sound of his deep moans and groans filling the room.

If it's one thing you loved hearing, it was your his moans. You go to stroke him harder, but he pulls away, leaving a string of saliva bobbing on his tip.

"Shit, tryna make me nut already?" He half laughs as you lick your lips and shrug.

"Well that is the goal daddy, I want you cummin' in my mouth." He shakes his head feeling his dick jerk at your lewdness. He'd have to get through these next few questions quickly because he couldn't wait to be inside you. He reluctantly pulls his briefs back up and steps back. He walks back over to the podium, dick hard as a rock, but he must continue with his game.

"Lets get this shit over with."

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As the game progresses, you're left in nothing but your panties and he in his boxers. At this point you're purposely getting the answers wrong and you think he's now caught on.

"Alright baby, time for the fast round. You've got 20 seconds to give me all four answers. Name something you can ride." At this point, it was fuck trying to be clean, you knew, especially from experience, what these answers are.

"I'll be gracious and give you a hint, you're always sitting on them and gripping them every chance you get." That could be any part of his body honestly. You've rode his dick obviously, fingers, face, hell, thighs too.

Getting lost in your dirty mind, you're unable to answer his obvious question. You're afraid if you try and answer, it'll come out as a moan. You watch as he rubs his hands together and it reminds you of your hand kink.

"Maybe I need to give you some inspiration, huh?" He walks over to you and opens your legs. Your pussy dripping wet.

"Look at you baby, pussy dripping wet. You glistening for me already and I haven't even done shit yet." Eyes not leaving yours, he pushes two fingers into your wet hole causing your back to arch automatically.

You whimper at his words, his long fingers working in and out of you with expertise. Your hips involuntarily buck into his hand, wanting more.

"You're wet baby, but I think you can get wetter for me. What if I eat that pussy? Will that get you wetter for me huh? I got a big appetite right about now." He says licking his lips.

"Yes baby yessss." He could do whatever the fuck he wanted at this point. Hell, if he wanted to fuck you into a coma he could. You didn't care, you wanted him, needed him.

He dives into your center like he's deep sea diving in the ocean. His wet muscle having you clenching around it already. You find your fingers tangling in his wet hair as he ate you the fuck out. He was smacking on the pussy with how your juices were leaking out already.

"Shit, I should've did this on the floor baby, you're leaving a puddle." He smirks against your cunt as his tongue worked wonders.

He sucks on your clit like its a pacifier. A knot forms in the pit of your stomach and you knew you were close to cumming. His name rolling off your tongue sounded like music to his ears as you cried out for him. You try closing your legs, being overcome with pleasure. This was becoming too much to handle at one time.

"Don't run now, this is what you wanted." He says holding your thighs down dragging his wet and warm mouth along your folds.

"Oh my god Joe...ImcumminImcumminImcummin fuck fuck fuck-AH!"

"That's it baby, cum on daddy's tongue." He orders working both his tongue and fingers harder. Your thighs shake as a high pitched scream leaves your mouth as you cum so forcefully, squirting on his face and fingers; even wetting the floor under you. Humming in satisfaction, he slurps up your arousal.

"Pussy full of juice baby, look at the mess you made." He laughs as he pulls away showing you the mess you made on the floor and his chest. Your center was quivering. Joe always left you speechless.

"I think you know the remaining answers baby, tell me, what do you want to ride right now?"

"You, Joe, I need that dick like right now." You usually aren't the one to beg, but dammit you were pleading with this man right now. You needed him to straight mistreat it up, beat it out the frame, fuck you silly.

You needed it all right now. He smirks as he throws your weak limbs over his shoulder and carries you upstairs. He would've taken you on the couch, but he needs his space. He was about to fuck you into oblivion and you were more than ready. Simply put, he was about to put it on you.

Making it to your bedroom, he closes the door with his foot before tossing you on the bed. You were completely naked in front of him now. He slid out of his briefs, leaving them on the floor.

"Face down, ass up, you know the deal." You get on your hands and knees in front of him. He looks down at your cunt glistening for him, ready to be pounded.

A hard smack lands to your voluptuous ass as you try and find his dick. Hell, if he was going to sit here and be a tease, you'd fuck yourself on his dick. He smirks as he watches with amusement.

"You ready for daddy to be up in this pussy, girl?" He asks grabbing your hips and pulling you back, only allowing his tip to push past your folds.

"Yes daddy, fuck me please." He pushes more into you, invading your wetness with ease.

"Fuck..." You gasp as he pushes into you inch by inch.

"Oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck Joe! Oh my goooood." You cry out as he bottoms out in you.

He pulls out, only leaving the tip, before pushing back inside you. He then finds his rhythm as he began fucking you as only he knew how.

"Joe.....shit!"

"Yeah baby, talk to me."

"Y-You're so fuckin deep baby..."

"Oh really? Shit, that pussy talkin back huh?" You can hear him fucking you as he stroked you deep and hard.

Your lewd sounds filling the room as ass was clapping and skin slapping. He was hitting nothing but gut.

"Who gave you permission to have such good pussy huh? Shit just right for me." He praises you as he hits your spot with the tip of his dick.

"Fuck me daddy! Fuck me...SHIT!" His hand slides up your spine before gripping your throat, applying pressure, but not enough to hurt you as he pounded you into the mattress. Your poor pussy felt numb. You start to see stars in your eyes as you tear up. He was fucking you too good.

"Look at you cryin, fuckin cry baby. Do the dick have you cryin baby? Huh?"

"Y-eaah, yeah! Uuuuuugh! R-right there! Rightthererightthereee!" Your pussy was sopping his abdomen, but he didn't care. If anything, it meant he was hitting it right.

"Yeah right there baby? The way you grippin me, I think someone's ready to cum. Ready to cum princess?"

"Uhhh, oooo fuck! Mmmm yes!" The way the dick was snatching your soul, you weren't sure what predicament you were going to be in after this.

He pulls out momentarily to reposition you on your back. Lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, you wrap the other securely around his waist. He pushes back into you. You look in your husband almost feral-looking eyes.

He's pounding so deep, he's leaving you breathless. He looks so damn sexy above you, hair wet and clinging to his face in waves. He brought his hand up to your throat forcing your mouth open, sticking your tongue out.

"Open wide." This nasty mothafucka gathered some spit inside his mouth before allowing the saliva to fall into your awaiting mouth.

"Nasty ass." He half laughs capturing your lips and sucking on your tongue sloppily. Then he remembered why this night started out the way it did.

"When I say I want to spend quality time with you, what are you gonna do huh?"

"Mmmm, spend time with you daddy." You moan digging your nails into the sheets.

"So when I come home, that tv better be off, right?"

"Yes daddy, yes!" A low groan leaves his mouth as he closes his eyes gripping your thigh on his waist and the other above your head as he fucks you faster.

You feel him twitching inside of you and you know he's nearing his orgasm and the way you were headed, you were right there behind him.

"Fuck, I'm bout to-"

"Yeah baby, gimme that nut! Cum inside me daddy it's yours! It's fuckin' yours." Dropping his head to your neck, he bites down on your shoulder as the familiar feeling of his warm seed overpowers your needy cunt as you cum with him.

"Oh my goooooood Joe!"

"Uhhhh, uhhhh, FUCK!" His thrusts turn sloppy as he grips onto you for dear life as he explodes inside of you. Coating your velvety walls, so much so that it spills out onto the sheets.

He falls to your side out of breath. You're completely fucked out. You catch your breath after what felt like forever before you cuddle against his side as he holds you. Eyes closed, he pulls you as close to him as possible.

"I think I prefer this Family Feud over the other." You joke. His chest rumbles as he laughs.

"Yeah...me too...me too."

"But for real though.......................I think a new episode airs tonight."

"Y/n............."

WHAT?!?!?!?

Taglist of those who asked to be tagged

@alichesmi @southerngirl41 @cosmiic-7 @romanreignseater @murrylove @po3ticb3auty @pitlissa22

#roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x reader #wwe smut #roman reigns imagines #romans reigns x black reader

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alwaysonf1 · 6 months

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lewis is doing what?

Pairing: Charles LeClerc x Hamilton!OC

Genre: Slice of Life; Fluff

Word Count: 3k

Warning: Changes in the timeline for the sake of the story.

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: This is my first F1 fic, which makes me nervous so why not start with a series.

Many Drive to Survive haters like to pretend everything that comes from the show and what it’s about are beneath them. That they couldn’t possibly care, and that the only important thing is the race on Sunday. And yet the day after the latest season drops you can find them amongst the chaos trying to figure out what the hell were all those hints about a new form of content that F1 plans to release.

Interwoven with the usual storylines and mild dramatics there was a lot of talk about how drivers show their families the support they’re given. How they show up for them in their careers and bits of their lives. It was weird at first, but then it sent off alarm bells when an almost fourth wall breaking moment happened where the Netflix team was blatantly dismissed.

“I think we have this one Netflix, but thanks for the help.” Those were the exact words spoken by the head of marketing as she closed the door to a room where you get a glimpse of team paraphernalia but see no faces.

Every social platform that you can find an F1 fan on has it trending and the conversations (and screams into the void) are fast paced. But Twitter is where the real unhinged and brain cell losing behavior is happening.

And the most accurate guessing.

Almost everyone within the community is discussing what that snippet could mean. Is it the end of DTS as they know it? The end of it completely? Are F1 and Netflix severing ties? Will F1 be taking over? Is this some little game they're playing with their viewers to keep them tuned in? Is it something completely different? What the actual fuck is going on?

In the middle of those questions are those who think themselves a genius or are delusional enough that they can’t help but form some wild ideas of what’s to come.

Someone must be retiring. Multiple people are retiring. There’s going to be a reality show ala Keeping Up with the Verstappens, where everyone learns that Max’s little trauma dumpy memories with Jos are just the surface level of how insane that man is. Someone is getting married. Someone is getting married to another driver. A nepo baby is going to become the “voice of the fandom” and host a show about the drivers during race weekends and it’s going to be all the wrong things. A dating show for all the singles. A behind the scenes at the lives of drivers and their families, but like Family Feud. And the penultimate dude bro dream of them getting to spend the season hanging out with drivers and get confirmation that their toxic thoughts that alienate most of the fan base is true.

After about twenty-four hours it all dies down. Everyone is still wondering, but they don’t feel like they’re losing their minds while they try to be the one who can say they were right when they news drops.

As if timed, the second that F1 drops in trends the F1 admin drops a graphic with the faces of six people who are clearly positioned like the thinking face emoji on every platform that they use. In the captions it says: Week in the Life - Sibling Edition.

If Twitter was home to the first wave of screaming, it belongs to Tumblr the second go round. Everyone is so excited for the content that someone must have thrown up from how aggressively happy they feel. Everyone is talking about who they want it to be and what content they’d love to see from which sibling. Those who make gifs are especially excited to get everything they can, though they won’t be outdone by those whose brains and fingers will be entities on their own once they get hold of a singular moment that will inspire the fic of everyone’s dreams.

Those who always have something negative to say are there as usual, but they aren’t as loud or upset as they often are. Being nosy doesn’t stop just because you want to pretend that you only care about the race, as if someone doesn’t have a file of screenshots from all the times, they’ve attacked the character of a driver for something not race related at all.

The reaction to this is the kind that instills faith in what is being done. The kind of thing that tells all the upper management who didn’t like it that it was a good idea, but also puts a certain bit of weight on the content team. They need this to deliver. Need to keep the hype, especially since the first episode doesn’t drop until the start of December and they’ve already recorded half the series so a failure could stop the rest.

So once the Singapore GP ends, Daniel Ricciardo’s face is no longer gray. You get to see that goofy smile and wink. You’d think they told everyone he was getting a permanent seat with a three year contract with the reception to it.

It’s Charles Leclerc for Japan.

Lance Stroll for Qatar.

Carlos Sainz for COTA.

Alex Albon for Mexico.

And coming off his first P1 of the season, Lewis Hamilton for Brazil.

For the next week or so if a tweet isn’t about excitement, disdain, or shock in regard to this new F1 exclusive content, it has a certain main character at its center.

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x black!reader #f1 x reader #f1 x black!reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x black!reader #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fan fiction #f1 fanfic #f1 fan fiction #f1 imagine

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I love your fics so much. Can I ask how would Wolfland law deals with succession disputes where there is no real clear villain and a bunch competing legal precedents? Like second or third marriages, legitimatized bastard children, or a lord changes his heir depending on family feuds? (I am watching House of the Dragon).

I think what happens is Eskel sends in a team of one Wolf, one Griffin, and one Viper, and they ask a lot of questions, and the line of succession may not go to the direct heir but it sure as hell goes to the person who is most likely to actually keep running the fief in a manner congruent with the Wolflaw.

Anyone who has complaints can take it up with the Viper.

#questions answered #accidental warlord au

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hey weird question but, with the context that while conspiracy thought in and of itself is just a sort of dangerous logical fallacy, most conspiracy theories have some kind of tie to antisemetism, are there any antisemetic aspects to gaylor theory? i can't think of how but somehow it almost always weasels in there, no matter how innocently silly something seems on the surface.

DEEP SIGH okay it's time to talk about Scooter Braun and his place in the Gaylor conspiracy

I'm not going to recap everything but will instead link you to this US Weekly article (I know, sorry) which is basically a fine summation of events despite being a bit sensationalist in calling a business disagreement between two adults a "feud"

tl;dr for anyone who doesn't want to read all of that (it's not actually that long, I prommy): in 2019 talent manager Scooter Braun acquired Taylor Swift's former record label Big Machine, giving ownership of the masters of her first six albums. Swift objected to this very publicly on the grounds that she wanted ownership over her own work and had repeatedly been denied the opportunity to buy it outright, while also alleging that Braun has been harassing and bullying her for years. ultimately, Swift has remained unable to buy back her work, leading to her steadily re-releasing expanded versions of her first six albums under the "Taylor's Version" headline.

obviously, given my stance against speculating on the personal lives of famous rich people, I'm not particularly interested in debating whether or not there's merit to Swift's accusations against Braun, although given the exploitative nature of the music industry I hardly think her claims are implausible.

regardless of whether or not Braun sucks as a person, it's important to note that he was only very briefly in ownership of Swift's discography: as the linked article above notes, he only owned them for about a year and a half before selling them off in 2020.

despite this, Braun holds what I would consider a rather outsize role in a lot of Gaylor conspiracy theorizing, with many apparently believing that Swift fully intended to come out in 2019 with the release of her seventh album, Lover, but was prevented from coming out by Braun purchasing her discography. I've seen some claim that he actively subjected her to homophobic bullying and others saying that she didn't him to financially benefit from any career boon she might have after coming out (although no one ever seems to have an answer for why she still hasn't come out three years after he sold her discography).

I can't say whether or not the majority of Gaylors, like, know or care that Braun is Jewish, but it feels tragically predictable and yucky that a Jewish man is given such a disproportional share of blame for why Taylor "can't" come out and is made a scapegoat in the ongoing effort to evade reality with "arguments" like this

(source)

... hang on, what's that?

oh man I love when a Jewish family gets put n SCARY ALL CAPS

okay so let's talk about Karlie Kloss and Josh Kushner!

as many of you probably know by this point, Karlie Kloss is the pinnacle of Taylor Swift's platonic gal pals that she gets relentlessly shipped with; I think it's fair to say that "proving" a romantic relationship existed between the two of them is the primary focus of a lot of Gaylorism.

since 2018 Kloss has been married to Josh Kushner, heir of THAT Kushner family. his infamous brother Jared is in fact Donald Trump's son-in-law and probably guilty of, like, a lot of federal crimes. that doesn't inherently make Josh a shithead or anything and he and Kloss both claim more liberal politics, although it should be noted that like a lot of rich liberals Josh does also suck pretty hard. he and Jared own a real estate management company together and were suing their tenants and evicting them during the COVID-19 rent moratorium, so that's kind of everything you need to know about him and Karlie Kloss IMO!!!

having said that, Josh being a bastard landlord doesn't make it appropriate to frame a Jewish family as having some kind of sinister interest in suppressing a queer woman's sexuality or imply that Kloss and Josh Kushner are in some kind of sham marriage. for YEARS Kloss' marriage to Kushner, including her conversion to Judaism and their two living human children, have been dismissed as elaborate turbo-bearding, with some Gaylors going so far as to allege that Kloss and Swift have actually been married for years and Kloss is just having Kushner's children for... reasons unknown... which feels like, you know. a pretty gross dismissal of a Jewish family in favor of pretending two WASPiest WASPs to ever WASP are secretly scissoring.

anyway I certainly don't think it's the most egregious or deliberate anti-semitism that's out there in the conspiracy world but are there some Gaylors blaming The Jews(TM) for forcing poor innocent Taylor to stay in the closet? resounding yes.

#gaylorgate

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If there's one single thing I want people to stop saying about Romeo and Juliet it's that all the other characters died because of them. Have whatever "kids are dumb" take you want - literature is meant to be interpreted in a million different ways - but I simply can't stand for grossly misreading the explicit events of a text to fit with a preconceived narrative about the characters being un-likeable or stupid.

The events and behaviours leading to deaths:

Romeo goes to a Capulet party and Tybalt recognises him. Tybalt wants to throw him out but his uncle gets angry at Tybalt and berates him instead ➡️ Tybalt sees Romeo and his friends on the street and harasses him in an attempt to start a fight, angering Mercutio until he starts fighting Tybalt instead ➡️ Tybalt kills Mercutio causing Romeo to lose it and kill Tybalt in return ➡️ Romeo is banished causing his mother to die of sadness

Cause of deaths: the feud, Romeo sneaking into the party, Tybalt having anger issues and his Uncle getting pissy about feeling like his authority has been challenged causing Tybalt to get even more angry, Mercutio being a bit too much of a real one and two Montagues who love and grieve too strongly to survive it

Juliet fakes her death but Romeo doesn't find out it was fake ➡️ Fully Adult Male Paris hangs out in her tomb crying about how he didn't get to marry a 13 year old ➡️ Romeo shows up and they fight ➡️ Paris dies ➡️ Romeo kills himself ➡️ Juliet wakes up and kills herself too

Causes of death: THE FEUD also tragic love, dodgy mail services, the fryer being a bit useless, I guess you could say that Paris died because of R&Js love but like. Good.

What's really important here!!!!! Is that THE WHOLE REASON the fryer agrees to marry Romeo and Juliet without their parents blessing is because he wants to use their union to end the feud for good. Romeo is on his way to tell Juliet's parents about their marriage when Tybalt intercepts him. He avoids fighting right up until Mercutios death because he and Tybalt are now family. Their marriage does not cause any of those deaths, in fact, it comes extremely close to preventing them! Romeo and Juliet die for their love of each other, but their love almost saves them along with everyone else!!! It's so sad to me that people deliberately miss this in favour of dunking on romance!

Also worth noting:

-people talk a lot of shit about the getting married after knowing each other for three days thing but Juliet's dad starts the play saying that she's way too young to get married to Fully Adult Man Paris and then changes his mind. In three days. With no explanation other than "do what I say how dare you question me"

- the people who survive from both families are the people most responsible for the tragedy. They have to live with their losses knowing that these wretched circumstances where of their own making. "All are punished".

- Romeo and Juliet's marriage did ultimately succeed in ending the feud, they died together and neither family could continue to blame the other and keep perpetuating the cycle of violence. They could only blame themselves, and so the feud ended with their families united in grief.

#romeo and juliet #Shakespeare

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Part 24

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 23 🟣 Part 25

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Fluff, ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of drug abuse, addiction, tragic backstory, August's completely unwarranted hatred of jellybeans.

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: Family trip!!!

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“Tell me something,” you whispered to Mike, who was sitting in the way too comfortable chair next to you, reclining the seat — probably without feeling any guilt towards Marshall and Sherlock, who were sitting behind him. They had plenty of leg room left. “How are we flying first class right now?”

“August refuses to fly coach,” Marshall answered that question for Mike. The answer didn't surprise you. Like, at all.

“It’s not like we can't afford it,” August snapped from the seat in front of you. The one next to him was empty.

“Charles would be proud of you,” Mike taunted. You didn't see the smack that followed, but you heard Mike's pained grunt all too clearly.

“Please don't break him,” you laughed. Mike snuggled into your side, glaring at the seat in front of him and kicking it for good measure. “And you can stop this tantrum right now, or sit next to August.” It was a good thing he was so damn cute.

“He's not wrong, though,” Sherlock pointed out, a hint of amusement to his voice. “Charles is the only other member of our family with the same insistence on certain levels of luxury.”

“Do I count as a member of your family?” you chuckled. All of your guys looked at you as if you'd gone crazy. And it was a silly question; of course you were a member of the family. “Because I think I might just be learning to appreciate those standards.”

“And exactly how expensive are dates going to get now?” Mike asked with a smile. “Because… Just because they are all fucking loaded, doesn't mean I have unlimited access to those funds…”

“Mostly because an ungodly amount would be spent on Jelly Beans, and an even more ridiculous amount would be spent on videogames,” August sneered. Mike just shrugged — he could hardly deny it; the fact that your arrangement meant Mike didn't need his mountains of Jelly Beans anymore, hadn't exactly meant he wasn't still eating plenty of them, much to August's chagrin.

“August, just because you live a boring, joyless, Jelly Beanless life, doesn't mean I have to,” Mike sighed.

“How long has this been going on?” You asked Marshall and Sherlock.

“I'd say since the invention of the Jelly Bean,” Sherlock said, “but Mike wasn't around back then. I believe that happened somewhere in the late eighteen hundreds…”

“As long as Mike has been around, then?” you asked, not wanting to ask them too many invasive questions such as ‘how in the hell do you know when the Jelly Bean was invented?’

“At least for as long as they've known each other,” Marshall answered, explaining that that hadn't happened until about thirty years ago. Still, that was a long time to have a whole feud over candy, you pointed out.

“It's a long time to be addicted to candy,” August growled.

“Eh, I guess an “addiction" to Jelly Beans beats all of those other addictions I had,” Mike shrugged. “Oh…” His cheeks flushed when he saw the troubled look on your face. “I guess I never told you…”

“Much of anything, Mike,” you said softly.

“It's not the best story.” He tried to shrug it off, but you could tell something was bothering him. “It's, eh… It's not exactly a version of me I want you to know about, either.” He looked at you, the sadness in his eyes becoming more and more pronounced as time went by, and it took some serious effort to convince him you loved him for the man he was now, not who he was forty years ago.

“Alright, fine,” he sighed. “What do you know? So I know where to start…”

“That Marshall ran into you in the eighties and that you were hanging out with a bunch of goths and goth-adjacent figures,” you summed up quickly, eager to get to the rest of the story.

“Alright, well… What’s important is that you know we're talking about Berlin in the eighties. My dad got a job there, so we moved from here to Berlin when I was six or something. That went well for a few years, and then my dad died when I was fourteen. I didn't think much of it at the time, but over the years… Something about it doesn't check out, and I honestly wouldn't be surprised if my mom killed him because he had an affair with his secretary, but whatever. Water under the bridge, I guess.”

“Mike! The fuck?” He said it so casually…

“Sweetcheeks, it doesn't matter, okay? Dad was gone, mom worked all the time to keep a roof over our heads, and I became completely unbearable—”

“And that never went away,” August said. You could tell he was smiling.

“Hey, thanks!” Mike replied, rolling his eyes. “Anyway. I'm a completely unmanageable teen at this point, and Berlin in the eighties was not the place for that. Like, it goes wrong shockingly quickly. I think I was sixteen when it really started going south. Like I said; Berlin in the eighties was something else.”

“There were two things the government couldn't exactly get a handle on,” Marshall interjected. “One was vampirism, the other heroin. The two went hand in hand, more or less.” He looked down at his hands, clearly not at ease.

You had just decided not to press the matter when Sherlock offered an explanation. “Junkies were… not simply easy targets, although it would be hard to deny that they were.” It actually took you a while to notice that Sherlock and Mike had switched place, and that while you were looking straight at Sherlock, who was now sitting next to you. “Back in the day, addicts and vampires were connected by the mutual illegitimacy of their existences — although the vampires naturally had several advantages over humans from marginalized communities—”

“Anyway,” Mike cleared his throat and appeared next to you again. “The thing about a junkie is that they'll do pretty much anything for a fix. Including volunteering to feed vampires in exchange for some cash. Now, those were not the people you've heard us talking about up until now…”

Apparently, the goths you'd heard about had been the ones who took Mike in, the ones who tried to get him clean. “And they succeeded,” Mike said with an apologetic grin on his face. “Several times, even. My mom had stopped caring at that point, and then when I was nineteen — a few weeks before Julia, my ex, ran into Marshall — mom died, too…”

“He found out what I was not much later,” Marshall said.

“How?”

“I walked in on them, after Julia and I broke up, except I didn't walk in on what I at first expected to be walking in on, if you catch my drift.”

“Went about as well as you'd expect from the guy who's pretty much okay with everything,” Marshall laughed. “We did really well for a few years.”

“We'll spare you the lengthy, boring part with all the domestic bliss,” Mike swooped in before Marshall could elaborate. “When I was… twenty-two? Fairly sure I was twenty-two, yeah… Anyway, I met a girl—”

“Of course you did,” you blurted out before you could help it, immediately looking up at Mike with what must have been the guiltiest look of your entire life so far on your face.

“I don't blame you for that. Anyway… She was in trouble — the kind of trouble I'd been out of for years, at that point, and I thought I could be to her what Julia and Iris had been for me, but—”

“You relapsed?” you tried. Right on the money.

“Yep… Even years later, Hedwig — that was her name — pulled me right back under. Wasn't her fault, of course. It's not like she put a gun to my head and forced me to stick a needle in my arm or anything. Can't even say it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't met her. Anyway, the point is; it happened… Not a great time. I—” He nervously fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. “I’m happy to tell you the rest, but… later?”

You took his skittish look at the other passengers to mean he’d prefer a more private setting. Deal.

A left turn and the change from smooth asphalt to crunching gravel beneath the tires of the car startled you enough to let out a loud, disapproving hum and lift your head. You hadn’t been asleep, per se, but definitely dozing off a little, your head resting comfortably on Marshall’s shoulder. Mike’s hand was on your thigh, eerily — vampirically — still ever since you’d asked him for the third time if he could stop moving it because it tickled. He enjoyed tickling you, you were not a fan.

“We’re here, princess,” August said from the front seat, and you leaned over to look out the window, seeing nothing but forest, forest and more forest.

“We’re where?” you asked, surprised at the absence of the house you’d expected to see.

“The estate,” Marshall noted calmly. And exactly how big was this estate? “Big enough.”

“Charles likes his privacy,” Mike noted. His fingers were tapping a gentle rhythm on your knee now, and his legs restlessly bounced up and down with excitement. “You’ll love this place!”

The car finally pulled into something that actually looked like a driveway — that is to say, it was the same gravel, the same road, but you could finally see that there was a house attached to it. Mansion. Villa. Actually it was closer to something resembling a small castle, but this wasn’t Europe, so…

“Charles also likes extravagance,” August snarled his answer to your unasked question.

“I can see that,” you muttered breathlessly as you followed Mike out of the car when it came to a halt in front of the stairs that led to a pretty grand front door. “Where is Sherlock?”

“Right here, darling,” he called from the top of the steps, where August was also already standing — holding both of your suitcases and your backpack.

“Wait, how did the three of you travel so… light?” And how had it not occurred to you to ask that question before now?

“We have everything we need here,” August explained. “Mike, get her up here!”

One of the heavy wooden doors opened the second Mike put you down, and a small woman stumbled through it. She was a little older than you, with long, black hair down to her waist, and she looked absolutely exhausted.

“Priya!” Sherlock said, grasping her elbow to steady her. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Mr. Holmes,” she replied before turning to you and reaching out her hand. “Hi, I’m Priya. I’m—”

“Dinner.” Oh, for the love of god, why did you have to snap at her? You didn’t even know the woman, but the thought of her feeding your vampires was entirely too much. “Sorry! I—”

“I get it,” she chuckled. “My sister, Nalini, has your… talent. She’s protective of her family as well. And you’re not wrong, just a bit impolite.” You deserved that.

“I don’t know what came over me,” you said. “I’m so sorry.” Not to mention how rude you would have been if you had been wrong… What if this woman hadn’t even had any idea she was visiting vampires?

“Are you sure you’re okay, Priya?” Mike asked, his brow furrowed, and his voice concerned.

“I’m alright, guys,” she laughed — but it took a lot of effort to do so. “I’ve been sick before, I always survived.” With the back of her hand, she wiped the sheen of sweat from her brow, and you noticed an intricate reddish design on her palms. She caught you as you tried to get a better look. “From my eldest sister’s wedding,” she said. “I can show you pictures later this week, but I really have to go. The sooner I get home, the sooner I can start sleeping off this cold, or whatever it is.”

“Please let us know when you get home,” Sherlock said as he walked her to the cab you’d just stepped out of.

“That was unnecessarily rude, princess,” August snapped when the car drove off.

“I said I was sorry,” you muttered quietly, not daring to look August in the eye. “I… You’ve all known her for a while, haven’t you?”

“She’s been coming here for years. About a year before Sherlock and Mike moved away,” Marshall explained. “Now, what’s really bothering you about this?”

“I thought you’d never been in this kind of… arrangement before,” you muttered, also avoiding Walter’s eyes.

“And we haven’t. You heard her; she’s not like you.” Marshall ushered you into the hallway, where the others were already waiting. The sound of the door falling shut behind you made you jump. “Charles was willing to pay a small fortune to drive her out here. Once a month, just as usual. And all the rules of the Bank still applied, just as usual. So, if you’re worried for so much as a second that you’re not special to us, you can stop that now.”

“Did she say she would be back later this week?” you asked softly. Part of you hated the thought of anyone but you feeding your vampires — even the ones you hadn’t met yet…

“She’s a friend of the family, not just… dinner.” The unfamiliar voice behind you startled you more than the closing door had, and you spun around as quickly as you could — but not quicker than the owner of the voice, who had apparently already walked around you, and was now standing behind you. “Would you stand still and let me do the moving, please?”

Two hands descended on your shoulders and gently turned you around, so that you were now face to face with the ‘new’ vampire. He was handsome, his face all angles and edges, with kind eyes and a charming smile. Judging from the sour look on August’s face, this had to be Charles.

“Charles Brandon, pleasure to meet you,” he said softly as he took your hand in his and shook it briefly. Perhaps too briefly? The charm of his smile almost made you overlook the sadness behind those kind blue eyes. Almost.

Next to you, Mike was swaying back and forth on his feet, waiting for introductions to come to an end so he could— Before Charles had even fully let go of your hand, Mike lunged forward to hug the man. “Alright, kid,” Charles laughed, “you’re home. It’s okay.”

“Where’s…” Mike asked as he let go so the others could subject Charles to similar treatment of warm ‘glad to be back’-hugs. Of course, the one between August and Charles was short and tense, but other than that, it was a perfect display of warm familiarity.

“Right behind you,” another unfamiliar voice spoke. This time, you didn’t bother to turn around — a wise call, as a split second later, another man appeared before you.

“Melot,” he said as he reached for your hand, raising it to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. For some reason, it made your heart skip a beat. Melot looked much younger than Charles, or any of the others — younger than Mike, even — and you were fairly sure it didn’t have much to do with the dark, shoulder-length curls that framed his face. “I’m glad you’re finally here.”

“He’d ask you how your trip was, but… he already knows,” Charles noted, adding to your confusion. “I see she hasn’t been told much about him? Does the same apply to me?”

“She knows enough,” August growled, followed by a grunt as Marshall kicked him in the shins.

“August, that’s enough, go to your room!” Sherlock snapped. It was absolutely hilarious to hear those words from him, but what really had you in stitches was the fact that he actually walked away — presumably to the aforementioned room.

You only stopped laughing when Mike gently nudged your side with his elbow, at which point you looked at the others in the hallway, who were all looking at Sherlock in bewilderment. After a strange, tense silence that lasted far too long, August joined you again.

“Would someone fucking explain to me why he got to do that, here?” he sneered.

Melot chuckled softly. “It would seem that our hierarchy changed with the coming of our queen.”

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Incorrect BeChloe quotes

(BeChloe and Staubrey watching Family Feud)

Steve Harvey - name something you’d like to have two of on your bed…

Beca -

Stacie - she’s not wrong

#anna kendrick #brittany snow #beca mitchell #chloe beale #bechloe #incorrect BeChloe quotes #real family feud questions

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Incorrect BeChloe quotes

(Bellas watching Family Feud)

Steve Harvey-name something you have in common with Dolly Parton…

Beca - big boobs!

Chloe -

Chloe - she’s not wrong…

#anna kendrick #brittany snow #beca mitchell #chloe beale #bechloe #incorrect bechloe quotes #real family feud questions #it’s fun

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It was the literary scandal of the decade, the ultimate betrayal and, it turned out, the end of Truman Capote’s career. Published in Esquire in November 1975, “La Côte Basque 1965”, an excerpt from Capote’s then-forthcoming novel Answered Prayers, saw the celebrated writer share the innermost secrets (and most scandalous gossip) entrusted to him by his beloved Swans, the wealthy and glamorous group of high-society women that included Babe Paley, Slim Keith, Gloria Guinness, Lee Radziwill, Marella Agnelli and CZ Guest.

Visceral in its revelations of substance abuse, sexual assault, a murder cover-up, a graphic description of extra-marital period sex and, to top it off, bestiality, the article was a sensation for all the wrong reasons. It saw Capote deserted by his closest friends and shunned from the New York clique he had yearned to be a part of growing up – and, against the odds, had managed to infiltrate as an adult thanks to the success of his novels In Cold Blood and Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

Capote’s questionable actions (and the irresistible drama they precipitated) form the backbone of Ryan Murphy’s long-awaited Feud, inspired by Laurence Leamer’s bestselling 2021 book, Capote’s Women. An all-star cast will bring the man and his muses back to life when the Gus Van Sant-directed series premieres this month on FX in the US, but what was the real-life fallout from the publication of “La Côte Basque 1965” like for Capote and co?

“He never recovered from it,” says Ebs Burnough, director of the 2021 documentary The Capote Tapes, a five-year discovery project that saw him uncover hours of audio footage of Capote, and which gives the most thorough insight into the flawed figure to date. “[These were] friendships born and nurtured over 20-something years. All of a sudden, not one but all of his friends – who had been like his family, because he didn’t really have any family – were not speaking to him; there was literally nowhere for him to go. He was alone drinking, and the phone stopped ringing. He was a man alone on an island.”

Described by the New York Times as “the high-society temple of French cuisine”, La Côte Basque – just off Fifth Avenue and a stone’s throw from The Plaza – was a fine-dining eatery as famous for its juicy gossip as it was for its succulent Coeur de Filet Périgourdine. No one, however, dared to write about what was said and done there – until Capote. While his ostracising may seem like an obvious consequence for spilling society’s sordid secrets, Capote was flawed by the outrage.

Before publication, he boasted to People that he was planning on assassinating his characters with a pen instead of a gun: “There’s the handle, the trigger, the barrel, and, finally, the bullet. And when that bullet is fired from the gun, it’s going to come out with a speed and power like you’ve never seen – wham!”

Success was, in his head, assured, as Capote had been open about writing “La Côte Basque 1965”, bragging about the stories he would tell, continues Burnough. “He was working on that piece for over 20 years, so in his mind he didn’t anticipate the fall out because all of them knew he was working on it.” Upon the outrage, Capote was, “totally abandoned but also indignant”, he continues. “He even said, ‘Hey! What did they expect from me? I’m a writer!’”

Capote had form. “Remember, this was something he had done with Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” explains Burnough. “When you think about it, Holly Golightly is essentially a call girl, yet with Audrey Hepburn [playing her], and because it was so beautifully written, lots of New York socialites were saying, ‘Holly was based on me!’ There’s [even] a quote in The Capote Tapes where Babe’s daughter [Kate] says, ‘Mummy was so excited to be immortalised by such a famous author.’ So, I think he was certainly expecting great praise.”

Babe Paley was Capote’s most aggrieved victim of “La Côte Basque 1965”. In it, Slim Keith’s alias, Lady Ina Coolbirth, reveals to the fictionalised version of Capote, PB Jones, the story that Paley is said to have told Capote about catching her husband, CBS head Bill, in bed with another woman. When Capote rang the Paley household to see what they thought of “La Côte Basque”, Bill is said to have lied, claiming that it was thrown out before either of them could read it; a distraught Babe, who had read it, and who considered Capote her closest confidante, had terminal lung cancer at the time of its publication and never spoke to Capote again before her death in 1978.

Such dismissal of his work would have affected Capote, says Burnough, but the fallout from the Swans leaving him would have been even worse. “Babe Paley was his North Star. She was everything he aspired to be and everything his mother aspired to be. [His mother] had always wanted to be a socialite, so his obsession came from her wanting but not being a part of that world, and then abandoning him as a child. There’s a lot of mother psychology there.”

It makes total sense that Babe Paley was the victim of Capote’s worst betrayal, says Lisa Pomerantz, the New York-based brand expert with a lifelong obsession with Capote and his era of social commentators. “She was the one that opened up the most to him. He took total advantage of her because the others – Lee Radziwill, CZ Guest [et al] – were always more guarded,” she says. “The question is, did he do it knowingly? He was a tortured soul, mostly because of his relationship with his mother – that combined with his natural obsession with this aspirational life and Babe and Bill being the epitome of it.”

Having been sent from New Orleans to Alabama to be raised by relatives after his parents’ divorce, Capote is said to have been a lonely, introverted child searching for a sense of belonging. So why, having infiltrated the glitzy New York scene as a bonafide player, did he blow it all up?

In tandem with craving acceptance, psychologist Carolyn Mair muses that, deep down, Capote resented the world he had managed to become a part of. “People warmed to him and wanted to protect him as he projected an identity of both child and woman, yet his wit could be razor sharp. His ability to remember conversations verbatim made him a good source of gossip,” she says. “Yet as his psychological problems worsened, it seems reasonable to assume that his judgement also worsened.” Shocking others, she adds, “can also be a way of getting attention”.

The backlash from other circles would also have been keenly felt by Capote, continues Mair. “The Swans were the high society who lived aspirational lives and were the envy of women across the States and elsewhere,” she says. “Ordinary people would have read about these women and their lifestyles in the press and fashion magazines and would relate to them as if they were also their friends. The publication of ‘La Côte Basque 1965’ would likely have triggered a shocked sense of betrayal amongst the readers of popular and fashion press at the time.”

Perhaps the most interesting upshot of the “La Côte Basque 1965” scandal, though? The ways in which it laid the groundwork for tabloid culture, says Burnough. “This was an era [in America] when no one even talked about the fact that Franklin Roosevelt was in a wheelchair, let alone the affairs people were having, let alone as graphically as Truman did. As the late, great John Richardson said, ‘[Capote] took the lid off a pile of shit’ and it started the exposé culture we have today. It was a real ‘gotcha!’ moment for the rich and famous.”

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Midnight Masterlist

Remember: I will be writing other fics along with these so just be patient with both, and some songs will take longer than other’s because of inspiration, so any help is much appreciated too. You can also suggest other people, but the ones above doesn’t mean I will add them to my general masterlist, they are just ones I’ll write for these songs.

Attention: All stories that I write is purely fanfiction and when I write about real people it is once again purely fiction. I don’t know them in real life and all my ideas are my own. Also please don’t steal my work. Thank you.

Warning: Don’t steal my work thank you! Also all summaries are subject to change :)

Masterlist

Lavender Haze - (Daniel Ricciardo) ↬ For a relationship that is heavily in the limelight, the pair of them had to regularly dodge many rumours about their relationship, but for them they just want to hide from the world and live in their own world that only contains them.

Maroon - (Daniel Ricciardo) ↬ In which their relationship went from a loving, passionate flame to that flame being the cause of their relationship blowing up.

Anti-Hero - (Peter Parker) ↬ His lover wasn’t seen as a hero, nor was she seen a villain. Peter was a hero and the Green Goblin was a villain. For Y/n, she didn’t know where she stood and being so lost in a world full of good and bad made her fall into the rabbit hole of badness - not in the ‘destroy the world,’ way, but in the struggles of herself. And she begins to worry if those so called problems is going to give her the name of a ‘monster.’

Snow On The Beach - (Rúben Dias) ↬ It’s been a few dates and the couple is discovering how falling in love at the same time is truly a weird but beautiful thing.

You’re On Your Own, Kid - (Pope Heyward) ↬ Y/n and Pope has never had anyone, not really anyways. He was working towards his scholarship when he was younger, and now, a few years later, Y/n found a love for music and wrote about a boy who she thought could never love her back. But after those years, after she made a name for herself, she saw him, the boy who never had anyone like her, in the crowd of one of her performances.

Midnight Rain - (Steve Harrington) ↬ Y/n always wanted to get out of Hawkins, and she eventually did, even if that meant leaving Steve behind after he told he wanted the opposite for her. She wanted to be something more and he wanted his dream of a family. Maybe when she returns, they’ll be ready to do the dream he created for the pair of them, but right now she got to get out the the place that made her feel trapped.

Question…? - (Jude Bellingham) ↬ Y/n has questions for Jude after he gave her a kiss in front of the entire stadium. More importantly though, Y/n imaginary built a life whilst her curiosity remained in reality asking the questions of, “what about your lover?”

Vigilante Shit - (Sarah Cameron) ↬ The one where Y/n performs her new hit song about her telling the man - she has feud with - wife about everything he has done, and successfully she destroys his life. (Slight AU?)

Bejeweled - (Pierre Gasly, ft Lando Norris) ↬ In which Y/n realises she’s worth more than being another warm body to warm her lover with. (+ I Was All Over Her by Salvia Palth)

Labyrinth - (Daniel Ricciardo) ↬ The one where Daniel shows Y/n that love isn’t actually as scary as she always thought it was.

Karma - (Pedri González) ↬ The one where Y/n quietly tells her boyfriend that everything in her life is going so well. However, she knows that soon it will all come crumbling down, like it always does.

Sweet Nothings - (Charles Leclerc) ↬ Despite the chaotic limelight the couple are in, they are lucky enough to find comfort and peace within one another behind the closed doors.

Mastermind - (Daniel Ricciardo) ↬ Y/n admits to her husband how she was the one that swapped their name cards around so they could sit next to one another at the dinner between a mutual friend’s wedding. She tells him it was never accidental - but he knew.

The Great War - (John Stones) ↬ Y/n thought that this argument was the thing that was going to end their entire relationship due to past experiences, but her partner was quick to reassure her that these things were healthy and he was not going to go anywhere.

Paris - (Rúben Dias) ↬ For Rúben and Y/n, the only thing they see right now is each other, stumbling through the streets of Paris, pushing and pulling one another to passing walls to find peace within each other’s lips and home in their touches.

High Infidelity - (Charles Leclerc ft John Stones) ↬ Where the so called ‘perfect marriage’ doesn’t seem so perfect behind closed doors. No one knows about the neglected wife falling for another man, and no one is aware of the husband’s lack of love for his wife.

Glitch - (Ben White) ↬ Everyone Y/n is close to (along with herself) are surprised that she has been able to find a man to actually love and stay in a stable relationship with.

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve - (John Stones) ↬ Y/n sits by herself in her room, writing a song about a relationship she regrets with a man who was a few years older than her. (Links with Dear John).

Dear Reader - (Jude Bellingham) ↬ Where Y/n is secretly falling apart and reminds the limelight that she is human too and she will make mistakes here and there - even in her relationship there been mistakes that he has forgiven her for despite her breaking down and stating he’s too good for her.

You’re Losing Me - (Daniel Ricciardo) ↬ In which his lack of care for their relationship is slowly making him lose her.

Hits Different - (Pedri González) ↬

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