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lettersofalover · 2 days

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-> my hair | emily e. | blurb

emily e. x black!fem!reader

genre: fluffy & sweet

summary: moments between emily & you that made her realize you trust her unlike any other

authors note: this is so unedited i apologize and let’s just ignore that i haven’t updated my other fics!

“so…now what?” emily asked dumbly from behind you. her frame towered over yours and you couldn’t help but laugh at the fact she was staring at your coiled head of hair with a scowl - as if it was an absolute unknown. she was intrigued more than anything, which you knew, yet her face seemed completely the opposite. you learned that she had a naturally unimpressed expression and where it was scary before, it left you laughing these days.

“i’m being forreal!” she argued with a throw of her product covered hands. her rings and watch were discarded on your bathroom counter alongside all the hair products that accompanied your hair care routine. emily was on 2k for an considerable amount of time before she abandoned the entire game to simply talk to you as your washed and deep conditioned your hair.

she was so intrigued and enamored by it, so you offered to let her try to twist a small, minuscule section of your hair. you walked her through the process of simply prepping your hair by re-wetting it, applying the oil and curl pomade.

“you have to twist it, e.” you grabbed a section of your hair and pinned the rest of it back. emily placed her wrists on your shoulders, no doubt adding to the product stained shirt that you only wore on wash days, zeroing in on your hands. “you gotta get a bit of it with the product still wet,” you instructed and pulled two sections apart, “ then get your grip and twist like this.” you moved slowly to show her how to properly grip and twist the hair. you handed off the half way finished twist into her hand. her concentration was unparalleled as she attempted to twist your hair and you admired her unbraided hair. when she wasn’t traveling, her hair was unbraided and flowing naturally down her shoulders. you were surprised by the length of her hair without the signature braids that normally framed her head - you loved to see her as relaxed as she was with you now.

the two of you came a long way from passing each other in the athletics building to actually smiling at one another, then speaking, then following each on the social media before a few days of endless dms. you would talk for hours on end and before you knew it, you were inseparable.

“i don’t like how it looks.” she admitted with a frown. as soon as she released your hair from her hand, it unraveled itself and all of the work she did.

“it’s not that bad…i’m sure my niece could do better but it’s not that bad.” you offered with a laugh and she poked you on the side with a wide smile brightening her face.

“you make it look easy.”

“years of practice. can’t even imagine the amount of hours i’ve spent on my hair.” you said and fixed emily’s attempt of a twist.

“you know your hair was the first thing i noticed about you.” she admitted as she wiped her hands on a towel. she leaned back with her hips against the bathroom counter, facing the opposite direction of you and the mirror.

“really?” you asked, beginning on the next twist. it was second nature to you. you didn’t have to even look in the mirror, instead you held eye contact with your girlfriend.

“mhm. you were all the way across, not even looking my way but your hair grabbed my attention. even though wanted to say something but i got nervous so i backed out.”

“you? nervous?” you laughed at the thought.

“i’m dead ass. you had all those people around you with your suit and heels on. i didn’t know if you were lowkey one of the bosses or what.” she laughed. she admitted early on that she looked you up on social media and the teams staff page before even speaking to you. you weren’t the kind of person to ever meet a stranger so once she opened the door of communication, conversation came naturally on your end which in turn made her feel more comfortable.

“and what would you have done if i was your boss, e?”

“i was gonna find a way.”

“so you were plottin’ on me?”

“pffft, absolutely. you have no clue.” she said with a cross of her arms. “we didn’t keep running into each other on accident.”

“oh you think you’re slick, huh? you know one of the other guys would always ask why you were even on our side of the building and i didn’t even think twice about it.” you chuckled. she truly was planning and plotting on you.

“look at you now, in my place doing your hair on a weekend off. i must’ve done something right” she grinned with a shrug of her shoulders. “i’m really her.”

“wooooow.” you blew out a breath. “is that why you asked me who did my braids that one time? just to talk to me?” you dropped your hands onto your hips and stared up at your girlfriend.

“glad you figured it out. of all the girls on the team i asked you who could refresh my two lil braids.”

“not you being sneaky!” you replied as stood behind you once more, wrapping her large arms around your shoulders and dropping her head into your neck. she placed a teasing nip at your skin.

“not sneaky. just saw you and wanted you.”

“you still want me?” you asked even though you knew exactly what the answer was going to. she moved her lips sloppily against your neck. her lips were hot and wet, sending lightening down your stomach and straight to your core.

“always. want you right now.” she whispered against your skin.

“and if you got me right now, you promise to not mess up my hair?” you teased. she would never turn down a moment of touching or loving you. she was never satiated when it came to you - you tasted better each time she got her hands on you and she loved to voice it.

“all you gotta do is sit on the counter and open your legs, baby. i promise i won’t mess it up…again.” she chuckled and you were happy to oblige to her instructions n

#emily engstler fanfic #emily engstler mood board #emily engstler fic #emily engstler x y/n #emily engstler x reader #emily engstler

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lavenderspence · 2 days

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To lean on you - Sneak peek

so, here it is. A little sneak peek for my 1st Spencer Reid fic and the first for this blog!🎉

This is most likely going to come out sometime this week, let me know what you think because, for a second there, I seriously considered not posting this fic at all, haha.

79 days, 3 hours, and 27 minutes - that’s how long it’s been since he got arrested in Mexico.

70 days, 6 hours, and 13 minutes since you saw him being pulled out of the courtroom after he was deemed a flight risk and denied bail.

70 days, 6 hours, and 13 minutes have passed since you last saw him.

65 days, 7 hours, and 11 minutes, since he was transferred to Millburn Correctional Facility, and this whole nightmare, had started.

Per Penelope’s carefully crafted schedule, every team member has made numerous trips to visit Spencer - every member except you. You’d only made one trip out, and that had been 3 days after he’d been transferred.

March 4th, 2017

It’s been 8 days since you saw him led in cuffs out of that courtroom, where Penelope had broken down in Luke’s arms, everyone too shocked to make a sound. He’d looked back, his eyes meeting yours briefly, and it had been as if you’d almost seen your reflection in the mirror, every emotion had run between you both in a matter of seconds.

Shock, you’d almost been sure they would grant bail, and you’d be able to take him home. Almost.

Fear, for his future and his well-being. Fear of the uncertain.

Desperation, the desire to run to him and take him into your arms, finally, and to not let go.

Except you’d held his gaze for as long as you could before you’d looked down and turned your head to save him from seeing you break down in tears. You’d made a hasty escape after that, not sparing any of your teammates a glance, and walked out of the courthouse, stopping by a tree outside. The urge to curl up into a ball and hide, pretending none of this had happened, was strong, and then a hand wrapped around your shoulder. You had turned around, only to see Rossi and one of his sad little smiles, the ones you rarely saw.

“It’s going to be okay,” he’d said, squeezing your shoulder. ”The kid is strong.”

You’d sniffled, trying to hide the tears in your voice. “Yeah, well, I’m not sure I am," you’d whispered in despair.

You were better than you had been 8 days ago, calmer. Although still heartbroken, you were looking forward to seeing him, seeing with your eyes that he was okay. Garcia had seen him, 2 days ago, before you’d been sent out on a case.

“He looks good. I mean, as good as that big genius brain of his can look in prison. His eyes were sad though, really, really sad.” She’d paused as if to assure herself it would be alright, “I’m sure he’s looking forward to seeing you, sweetness.” She’d squeezed your hand, but her statement hadn’t rung true.

Your hands were shaking, you weren’t sure what from. The anticipation you’d felt? The nerves? Or the words you had a hard time coming to terms with.

“I’m sorry, but your name isn’t on Spencer Reid’s approved visitor list,” the guard at the checkpoint had said after rechecking the list.

“There has to be a mistake, I made an appointment,” you insisted, feeling yourself unravel. It wasn’t possible, you knew for a fact you were on that list, Emily had made sure of that.

“Look, lady. There are only 10 names on that list, and yours is not one of them. Now, you need to move, because there are people here waiting to see their loved ones.” you’d hiccuped and turned around, walking to the lockers to unlock your gun, badge, and phone.

“I’m here to see a loved one.” You’d wanted to scream, but you knew it would have been futile. There wasn’t anything you could do at that moment.

You walked to your car, dialing Emily’s number, “This is Prentiss.”

For a second, only your breathing could be heard over the sound of the wind, and then a tiny sniffle. You wiped at your eyes and nose, and then spoke up, barely, “Why am I not on Spencer’s approved visitor list?”

“What do you mean? Every member of this team is on the list. So is his lawyer and Diana, even Derek,” you could hear the surprise in her voice, yet you couldn’t keep calm any longer.

"They refused to let me see him! I made the appointment, Emily, and I came, hoping I’d finally see him hear his voice, and ask him-” Your voice broke mid-sentence, and after taking a deep breath, you continued, “Ask him if he was okay, and I was denied because out of the 10 names on that list, it seems mine’s not one of them.” You finished defeated, barely above a whisper.

All was silent for the moment, save for what you could hear was Penelope’s voice on the other end of the line, quietly asking what was going on, “Let me call Fiona and the warden, and I’ll see what happened. Meanwhile, I need you back here, because we just got a case.” Her voice wasn’t leaving anything up for discussion. Still, you couldn’t go, not until you saw him.

“Emily-” she cut you off.

“It’s not a discussion. I’ll resolve this, but I need you here and your head in the game. Am I clear?” Her voice was stern, but maybe that’s exactly what you needed. Maybe.

“Yeah, clear. I’m on my way back.” You took a deep breath and started the car and the journey back to Quantico, but your mind stayed right there, on the bars that kept you away from the one thing you held dearest.

As it turns out, there was nothing the warden or Fiona could do. Even Emily Prentiss, Unit Chief of the BAU, couldn't “resolve” the situation. Days, weeks, and months passed, and for 70 days you couldn’t see him, isolated out, not even knowing why.

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#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid fluff #post prison reid #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #sneak peek #tina writes

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canirove · 2 days

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Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 13

Previous chapter | Next chapter (coming out on Friday)

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“They have a sex tape.”

“They have what?”

“A sex tape” Mason repeated.

“Yours?”

“Obviously” he laughed.

“I’m sorry, I… I… How? When?” Adele asked.

“Why don’t we sit down and I explain everything?”

“Yes, sure.”

“Ok” Mason said, taking a deep breath. “Where should I begin?”

“From the beginning?” she chuckled.

“Yes, of course. It was… it happened during my 21st birthday. I don’t know if you remember, but I was working in the US. I had spent some time in New York, and for my birthday I was in Los Angeles.”

“Oh, I do. I remember seeing all the photos on Instagram while laying on my couch feeling like shit because of a cold. You sent me chocolate macaroons to make me feel better.”

“I wish I had been taking care of you and eating them instead of… Anyway” he sighed. “My friends threw a big party to celebrate because 21 is a big number in the US since you are finally allowed to legally drink and all that, and they invited many people, most of them girls. By the end of the night I was very drunk, and I’m pretty sure I had hooked up with a few girls already. But then, I saw her. She was stunning, and when she came to talk to me, I just couldn’t say no. She was… hypnotizing. Hypnotizing and a bitch” Mason chuckled. “Instead of going to one of the rooms of the house where we were throwing the party, she took me to her hotel room. I think she said she was visiting from Florida, I can’t remember. And then… well, you can imagine what we did. When I woke up the next morning, she was gone. She had only left a note behind saying that I should pay for her room before leaving if I didn't want to get in trouble.”

“Oh, how nice.”

“Yeah… A couple of weeks later, my agency called me. Someone was trying to sell some compromising photos from my birthday. They were just me being very drunk, nothing that you hadn’t seen before, but I had just gotten my first big contract, was starting to make a name for myself and being recognized because of me and not because I was Toni Mount’s son, and they didn’t want them to jeopardize everything we had been working so hard for.”

“Look at them being nice for once…” Adele said. “How did they get the video?”

“Whoever was trying to sell the photos wasn’t happy that we had managed to stop them, so they tried with something more juicy. My agency had to ask for many favours and pay a good amount of money to stop the press from publishing it.”

“That juicy is it? Wait, sorry, I…” Adele said, feeling her cheeks burning.

“You can see me completely naked while she gives me… and then she…”

“I can imagine, there is no need to get into details” she interrupted him, her face about to burst into flames. “So your agency paid for the video?”

“Yes.”

“Do they know who was trying to sell it? Was it her?”

“It was her, that bitch had planned it all. Somehow she had found out that there would be famous people at the party and went looking for a victim who would allow her to earn some easy money and maybe become famous. When she took me to the hotel, the camera was already there, ready to film everything we were about to do. I was so stupid…”

“Mason, it wasn’t your fault. How could you have known it was all a trap? Besides, you were drunk. You are lucky you remember all the details you do.”

“I know but… Anyway. That’s what my agency has against me. They say I owe them. Big time. And if I don’t do as they ask, they will release that video and the photos and end my career.”

“That’s blackmail, Mason. You could report that to the police.”

“And the moment they find out, they will release the video and everything will be over” he sighed, letting himself fall on the bed.

“You don’t know that, Mase. People these days are very aware of what a video like that means. It is a violation of your intimacy. I’m sure your fans would do everything in their power so it doesn’t get shared everywhere, it has happened before. You are so lucky you are a man…”

“But what about the brands I work with? About the designers? What will they think?”

“If a sex tape makes them stop working with you when they keep doing it with people who have done worse, it probably is for the best” Adele shrugged.

“And you? What about you?” Mason asked, sitting up again.

“What about me?”

“What do you think about me?”

“Can I be completely honest?”

“Please” he said.

“I think you are an idiot.”

“What?”

“Not because of the video. Again, that isn’t your fault, you are the victim here. Double victim if we add what your agency is doing. You are an idiot because you thought I would look at you differently or stop caring about you because of it.”

“But Addie… It’s a sex tape.”

“And?” she laughed.

“Aren't you like… shocked? Scandalized? Outraged?"

"The only thing I am is angry at that bitch and at your agency. She used you and filmed you without your consent, and they are blackmailing you."

"So if I had known she was filming and had agreed to it… you would not mind?"

“Can I confess something?” Adele said, biting her lower lip.

“It can’t be worse than what I just confessed” he chuckled.

“Remember Ben, my last ex?”

“I do. Why?”

“Well… We liked to take photos or film ourselves from time to time to spice things up.”

“Adele Antonia Turlington!” Mason laughed.

“You can’t tell anyone. Anyone, you hear me?”

“I won’t, I won’t. But wow. I didn’t expect that from you” he chuckled.

“I’m full of surprises“ she smiled, still not believing she had confessed something like that to Mason. “And here is another one… I will walk that red carpet with you.”

“Wait, what? Are you sure?”

“No, not really. But until we find a way to get rid of your agency, I’m gonna do everything in my power to help you and protect you. And if that means posing in front of a bunch of photographers, then so be it.”

“Addie, I… I don’t know what to say.”

“A thank you will be enough for now.”

“Ok, thank you” he smiled. And this time, it was one of his smiles, one of those that was all dimples. “I love you, Addie.”

“I love you too, Mase” she said as she hugged him, trying not to think too much about the three words they had just said to each other.

#mason mount #mason mount fanfic #mason mount imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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iiannabxth · 1 day

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unpopular opinion, i guess, but despite the fact that nicole claims to be a sociopath, i really don’t think she is. (that being said, she still isn’t a good person.)

throughout the game, she does express empathy and sympathy for characters like jecka or even jeffery, but will actively choose to ignore her wrong doings in order to peserve her own piece of mind. in a each of the endings, nicole will reflect on the actions she took to end up where she did. her reactions can range from denial to her own faults, to a realization of what she really did.

though it’s a comedy game, so everything is incredibly exaggerated, nicole is clearly depressed and extremely suicidal. she’s addicted to drugs to distract herself from her own thoughts, which allows her to feel better, and her numbness and recklessness probably come more from her disregard for her own life, rather than for a desire for entertainment.

nicole was implied to be a relatively normal person before the events of both games, having become popular in her other school once she became pretty. she also talks about what it felt like to be considered an outcast and to be left out. she ends up changing her tune during the game, choosing to decide not to care about anyone. she even explains this to her mom during one of the routes.

from what i gathered, her dad was a nice person who was constantly taken advantage of by people (including nicole’s mom), which led him to kill himself. nicole probably decided after watching it happen and having the only words on his suicide note being “nicole’s fault” that being nice wasn’t worth it.

for example, after the whole school turns on her in the suicide ending, nicole describes how hopeless she felt. she says how she learned exactly what people wanted from her, which was sex more often than not. she spends the entire route being nice to people she doesn’t like for the sake of being nice and getting them to like her, only for it to blow up in her face because she didn’t want to sleep with them. she feels taken advantage of, just like her dad, which drives her to suicide.

regarding her apparent lack of empathy, she is said to feel sorry for what she did to ari, though she chooses to ignore it because guilt makes her feel bad. as jecka pointed out, ari didn’t really do anything wrong, which makes nicole feel a bit upset. her lack of remorse comes to people like kyler, who nicole hates because he is a known rapist and misogynist.

as i said before, jecka and jeffery are probably the best example of nicole feeling bad for someone. when it comes to jecka, nicole purposely harasses jeffery in front of the councilor to lure him away from her, allowing her to again do the one thing she’d complained about previously. when jeffery threatens to kill himself, she can choose not to ignore her feeling of sympathy for him and comfort him. (i’m pretty sure jeffery is schizophrenic, so it didn’t take much lol.)

but like i said, just because nicole isn’t exactly a sociopath doesn’t mean she’s not a bad person. she’s still pretty awful and makes dumb and harmful decisions. i think she’s lowkey a well written character that’s really funny, but has a moments that actual inspire reflection.

anyways, i wanna know what yall think. i could be wrong, and she really could be a genuine sociopath or have sociopathic tendencies, because as i understand, sociopaths are made, not born.

#class of 09 #nicole class of 09 #class of 09 nicole #jecka class of 09 #co09 jecka #jeffery class of 09

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 3 days

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Mine

Jay White X Fem Reader requested by: @switchbabeeexo

Jay White Masterlist Main Masterlist (word count 1,200)

Summary: Ever since Jay joined the AEW roster he has gained the attention of the female talent. The girls backstage are drawn to his foreign accent and mysterious personality. It doesn’t matter how many times Jay tells you he’s not interested in those girls you still find yourself growing insecure. What happens when the voices get too loud and you need that extra reassurance?

I was well aware of all the new attention Jay would get once he joined AEW so why was I so shocked when the women backstage threw themselves at him? This wasn’t something new, in fact, it happened all the time in Japan. The difference was the girls here were different, they were special, they were gorgeous. I watched every week as different women tried to flirt with Jay, they were practically foaming at the mouth. “Oh my gawddd, your accent is so hotttt” many of them would say as they leaned on his shoulder. You could tell that Jay coudn’t give a fuck about these girls, he never fed into their fantasies. Instead, he would brush every comment off like it was nothing. He knew I hated it, he found it amusing how much I cared about the comments when he didn’t.

I sat at catering staring daggers at Jay and Harley Cameron, she was attempting to flirt with him. Her hand was on his chest as her breasts fell out of her top. Jay on the other hand was completely ignoring her. Just then Jay and I made eye contact. He could see the anger in my eyes and was quick to excuse himself from Harley. “You know I wasn’t even paying attention to her right?” he told me. “I don’t even like any of these women” He knew I was mad and wound’t forgive him that easily. “Y/n I’m sorry, you know I love you” “Why is it that I can’t even talk to Will Ospeary without you wanting to kill someone when you get to flirt with the female talent” I asked him. “That’s different-” “No it’s not!” “Will is in love with you, he wants to fuck you” “Don’t you think those girls want that too. Look at Harley over there, she was just eye fucking you” “Come on Y/n, you’re being ridiculous” “No, I’m done” I yelled before walking out of the building. “Don’t worry JayJay, you can sleep in my bed tonight” Harley said to Jay. “Fuck off” Jay spat back.

On my way out of the arena, I ran into no other than Will. “What’s wrong love? Did the switchblade finally cut you?” he asked. “I don’t want to talk about it” I told him, trying to leave as fast as I could. “Are you sure, you look like you’re about to cry” he told me sincerely. Next thing I knew I was in his hotel room in tears as he held me. “I can’t believe someone would say something like that. That’s complete bullshit” Will told me “What did Jay say when you told him?” “He said I was overreacting” “I’m really sorry Y/n, you didn’t deserve that” I don’t know how or why I was venting to Will but it felt good that someone was finally listening to me. I couldn't stop thinking about what I overheard a week prior to this mess. I had heard the other girls talking shit about me and when I told Jay about it he just brushed it off like it was nothing. The conversation was between Harley and Saraya. “I can’t believe Jay is still with her. You would think once he made it he would get rid of her” Harley said “Like I get they have been together for a long time and everything but let’s just face it, he could do better” she continued “I don’t even know what it is that he sees in her? She’s not pretty, she’s boring, there is nothing special about her. There are so many other people out there, look at all the models that want him and yet he’s still with her” I was trying not to cry as I heard Harley’s words. Sure they hurt but who she was talking to hurt more. One of my best friends Saraya stood next to her, listening to the conversation. “Once you get to know her, Y/n is really nice Harley. You don’t even know her!” I listened as Saraya defended me but that didn’t take away from the hurtful words.

Once I left Will’s room I returned to my own hotel room. All I wanted to do was have a hot shower. I opened the door expecting to be alone since Dynamite was on the air but to my surprise, Jay was waiting for me. “Where were you?” he asked calmly “Does it matter where I was?” I asked him “You were with him weren’t you?” “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. Why should you care, at least Will cares about me?” I could see the pain in his eyes “I do care about you Y/n, I love you. I’m sorry about earlier, I really am” I knew he was sincere but I still wasn’t convinced he was sorry. “Do you know how gorgeous you are? You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen” he told me “I don’t care what those other girls think, you are the only person I need. You’re not boring Y/n, they are just jealous of you. Jealous of how naturally perfect you are. Look at the girls that flirt with me, they are all fake, they are not real. Fake tits, fake lips, fake everything. They are so ugly both inside and out that they need to do all of these things to at least have a chance against you. You have perfect plump lips that I love to kiss and bite. I would be scared Harley’s filler would explode if I did that to her. Your chest is warm and soft, those girls have fucken hard boulders in their tops” I couldn't help the laugh I let out at his comments. “It’s true! You are just perfect, I love every single thing about you. All of your ‘imperfections’ are perfections.” I didn’t even realize I was crying until Jay wiped away my tears and held me close. “I know, I know baby, I’m sorry” Jay and I stayed like that for a while, in each other’s loving embrace before sharing a hot shower.

I let the hot water burn my skin as Jay rubbed bubbles all over my body. “I don’t think you understand how obsessed with you I am. I love every single part of you Y/n” Jay told me as he began placing kisses all over my body. “This scar you claim to hate, love it,” he said as he kissed the deep scar on my side “Your hip dips, love them, stretch marks, love them, your beauty marks, obsessed” Every single ‘flaw’ I had pointed out over the years Jay told me he loved, kissing every single one lovingly. “You know how much I love you when I’m on my knees for you Y/n,” Jay told me, his eyes now dark. “Do you forgive me?” he asked “Yes, I’m sorry Jay. I love you too” “No, I’m sorry Y/n. I hope this will make it up to you”

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pdflayn · 3 hours

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Tip-Toe (1.8k)

Lando Norris x Reader !

summary : you and lando had lunch at lando's family house

tags: smut !! p in v, unprotected sex, f receiving, fingering, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, degradation & praise kink, a bit of slapping.

note: AFTER A LONG TIME FINALLY HAD THE CHANCE TO WRITE AGAINN

It was a normal Sunday morning inside Lando’s condo as the both of you are snuggled up under his sheets. Another race week is approaching and he will be flying to Canada on Tuesday so you really want to spend most of your waking days in Lando’s arms while he’s still here in the UK.

“Good morning, baby.” You hear your boyfriend mumble with his morning voice which is often very cute to hear. You leaned in to his side to give him a quick kiss on the cheek in which he returned in the form of a hug, making you his little spoon like you always were. “What do you want for breakfast?” You asked as you melted into his embrace. Moments like this made Lando’s head spin, it feels unreal that he’s beside a literal angel.

“Can you be one of the choices?” You immediately turned around and slapped him lightly in the chest and gave him your irritated stare which he only laughed at. “God, Lan, it’s too early.”

“Eggs and toast then, is that an option?” You nodded as a response and kissed him one last time before standing up and fixing your side of the bed. You went out of the bedroom and straight to the kitchen to cook breakfast for the both of you. Soon enough you heard footsteps coming closer to you along with hands wrapping around you from behind.

“Mom wants to have lunch with us later, do you feel like going?” he whispers as he rests his head on your shoulder, hiding his head to the crook of your neck leaving a little kiss. “Sure, why not? I miss your mom, we don’t get to talk much anymore.”

“I’m pretty sure she misses her favorite daughter too.” Lando jokes before placing a kiss on your cheek. He removed himself from you and sat himself down at the kitchen table as you served breakfast. The both of you ate in complete chaos because there’s never a dull day with Lando Norris, never.

“What do you think? Do I look good?” You said as you stepped out of his walk-in closet with a cute orange sundress. “Or does the skim dress look better?” Lando looked at you in awe, he always does. “You look great in both, even better without it.” You shook your head with Lando’s response, you couldn’t help but smile with it as well.

You decided to go with the sundress and a cute little purse to match with your outfit and flat sandals. The drive was quite short since there was no traffic and his parent’s house wasn't far away as well. To be honest, their house is somewhat your home now, since you were a child you would always go there as your mother arranged playdates with Lando and some other kids. As a teenager you would always come around to help Lando with his studies to make it less of a burden for his career and in return he would give you tickets to your favorite concerts. And then there goes the dating phase, their family would always invite yours for dinner and even during events and holidays. You were all just one big family and nothing makes you even happier than that.

“There you are! We’ve been waiting for the both of you to show up. Come sit!” Lando’s mom said as she opened the door for us. Turns out we were the ones left to arrive and the food was already served. “I hope the both of you are hungry, I accidentally cooked a whole feast.”

The lunch was going smoothly but knowing Lando, he would always have something that screams trouble. It’s imprinted to his whole existence. You can’t look at this man and tell yourself he’s not going to cause trouble because one way or another, he always will.

He took off his shoe on one foot and was aiming for your thigh since the both of you sat on opposite sides facing each other. But instead of your thigh, he touched something else which made the both of you surprised. Making you choke on your food and making people stare at you, so you reply with an “I’m okay.”

As soon as everyone finished eating, you stood up and went straight to Lando’s room, still a bit flushed with what happened and a bit hilarious because Lando never really pulls up things like what he did just a moment ago. Soon enough, Lando appears inside the room, smiling from ear to ear like a kid. You lightly slapped him in the cheek, “So what, are we toe-fucking now?” You asked and the both of you bursted out laughing.

“We can if you want to?” Lando giggled as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. “I think I prefer your tip rather than your toe.” Lando smiled at your response, “Good answer, love.”

With his hands still on your waist, he guided you to his bed, laying you down as he crawled on top of you. He kissed you feverishly, the both of you fighting for dominance waiting for someone to give in. and that someone was you as you felt pressure caused by his knee on your pussy. Your mouth went wide open as a low moan was heard from you making Lando grin. He knows how much he affects you. “You need to be quiet, baby, or mom will hear us. Wouldn’t want her to think her favorite daughter-in-law is such a slut don’t we?” You squirmed at his words.

You arched your back from all the overstimulating sensations caused by Lando. Your chest touching his, it pushed Lando to his edge. He held your hips tightly making you wince as he switched your position. You were now straddling his lap as he sat down. He guided you at his erection, making you grind your hips slowly as you feel him with your aching pussy.

His hands roamed around your body, tracing every part of you as he slowly took off your sundress. His hands went in to cup your cheek, you were all flushed, feeling all hot and needy. “God, you look so perfect.” he said before diving to your lips, kissing you roughly, biting each other’s lips until the taste of blood is evident. You felt his hand sneak inside your panties, playing with your wet folds. “You’re so wet, so wet for me.” He groaned at the feeling of you clenching at his fingers inside of you.

“Lan..” before you could even say anything, Lando leaned to you and shushed you. He added another finger, stretching you wider. You bit your lip as an attempt to be quiet but failed as he fastened his pace with his fingers inside of you. You gripped on the headrest of the bed for dear life as you started to tremble. You were almost at your peak until you felt emptiness as Lando pulled out his fingers.

You whined at the loss of touch from Lando. “Put it back, please.” You pleaded but Lando was playing deaf, only smiling at your request. He unclasped your bra, revealing your tits in which he delved on. His tongue flicking your nipple while his other hand playing with your other tit.

Lando switched your places once again, he's now on top of you. Kissing you from your lips down to your neck, leaving marks you will definitely struggle to hide soon enough. His kisses traced all the way down to your torso as he finally reached the hem of your panties. He looked at you like he was asking for permission and it made you giggle. This man literally just denied you of your first orgasm and had the guts to ask permission to take off your panties.

You nodded as a response to his request. And as soon as he did, he started kissing you from your inner thigh up to your slit. He blows cold air making you shiver from anticipation.

He started to give kitten licks on your folds, teasing your entrance with his tongue. Your hands locked in his curls as you try to shove his head down on you. Each flick of his tounge made you crazy, writhing in pleasure, not knowing what to hold and where to put yourself. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good.” Lando hummed as he continued to devour you. Hearing Lando eat you out with all the sensual noises the both of you makes you haywire. You can feel the build up of pleasure inside of you, your legs trembling once again.

“Damn it Lando!-” You hissed at him as he abruptly stopped, denying you of your orgasm which stressed you out. “You're such a dick-” You said to him as soon as he leveled with you but you were replied with a slap which made you form tears in your eyes. “Talk more like that and you won't be getting this dick, you hear me?” Lando said as he kissed the cheek he slapped.

He kneeled on top of you and removed every piece of fabric left on him and kissed you roughly. “Oh fuck, I wanna be inside you, baby. I wanna make you feel so good.” You moaned at his words as you felt him slowly entering inside you.

“Fuck- Lan-” He placed a hand on your mouth, covering your moans not because he doesn't want to hear them, oh god how he wanted to hear thos beautiful screams of yours, but this is a different situation. A more thrilling situation.

“Look at you taking me so well. It's such a shame I can't hear your pretty moans.” He said as he applied pressure on your lower abdomen, doubling the pleasure you felt. It was a surprise to you how you could hold your screams from everything that Lando has been doing to you.

“Lan- Fuck! Please, I wanna-”

“You wanna cum? Go on baby, let it out, make a fucking mess.” And so you did. Clenching around him as you reach your peak makes him groan. He didn't stop, not even for a bit. He kept ramming inside of you, you felt him so deep inside of you.

You started trembling, sensitive all over your body, overstimulated. You started to cry which somehow made Lando more eager. “Lan- stop-” you whimpered but you didn't really mean it. You can feel another build up inside of you. “Come on, baby, one more. Cum with me?”

Heavy groans and low moans along with the sound of skin slapping against each other were the only things heard inside his room as both reached their highs. “I love you.” Lando whispers in your ear in which you replied with a hug as you felt all his weight on top of yours but still enough for you to not have trouble breathing.

“Let's go get you cleaned up.”

#layn archive !#f1 imagine #formula 1 fic #f1 smut #lando norris #lando norris smut #ln4 #ln4 smut #ln4 imagine

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hopelesswritergall · 2 days

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Better than revenge Teaser 💜

A little something to keep you guys happy while waiting 💜💜

She looks at life like it’s a party and she’s on the list

Ever since the interaction in the kitchen, you and Aemond seemed to drift closer to one another. Alys was still the cunt she was, but something seemed to have shifted in the way you acted around Aemond. Alys could sense it. She didn’t like it, that you didn’t seem fazed as much by her behavior and comments as much as you used to. Despite every insult and snide remark she threw at you, you still had a smile on your face as you replied. It irked her how she couldn’t get under your skin anymore, but she tried not to let it show, to keep up the charade. The charade of the loving, kind girlfriend. Everyone knew that she wasn’t, and the only one who didn’t, started to figure it out as well.

She looks at me like I’m a trend, and she’s so over it.

It was another day in the villa and another day that you were going to the beach. It was one of the best days so far, weather wise. The sun was bright and little to no clouds in the skies. A perfect day to lay at the beach and work on your tan and swim a bit. So you decided to take one of your newest bikinis that you bought for this trip and changed into it, in your room. Aemond, who was walking from his room to the gym, saw your door being slightly ajar. He quickly checked if no one else was watching before pushing the door more open, making sure not to make a sound, to watch you better. You had just taken off your shirt and bra, bending over to grab your bikini top from the floor. The view he got of your breasts was amazing. He let out a low whistle, “Looking good over there Princess.” You got up, as an automatic reaction placing your hands over your breasts, covering up. “Aemond! I didn’t notice you there…”

“Now, now Princess….. I fingerfucked you on the counter….and you feel the need to hide that goddamn perfect body from me?” As he spoke he slowly made his way further in the room. As he was about to reach you they heard an annoying noise, Alys’s voice…. God it was like nails on a chalkboard nowadays…. But she still couldn’t see the two of you together, that would cause even more drama. Aemond looked for a hiding place and quickly got behind the opened door, positioning it so that he couldn’t be seen. As you picked up the bikini piece and started to fasten it behind your back Alys walked in. “Oh Lily dear, that colour does not suit you darling. And are you sure you want to be wearing a bikini….I mean with your….body…. I personally would go for a swimming suit.” She said casually as if she didn’t just, bore your self esteem to the ground.

“Oh, well…..I liked the colour…” You simply said.

“Well just thought I’d let you know, you know, just girls looking out for one another. Would hate for Aegon to hate you, I mean everyone heard how you went at it that night… Toodles babe, I’m gonna find Aemond,” And with that the wicked bitch of the west left the room

I think her ever present frown is a little troubling, and

As soon as she left Aemond pushed the door shut, rage visible in his eye. The storm was brewing in his eye. He made his way over to you, anyone would have taken it as if he was mad at you… but those people couldn’t be more wrong. He was mad for you. Mad at his ‘girlfriend’. How could she say that to you? You were like a goddess who graced upon the earth…

“You know that she is wrong right? That her words hold no truth to it?” He said as he grabbed your hands in his own.

“Well…. Yeah of course. Red does suit me…right?”

“Darling…I don’t think red has ever looked better on someone than on you…. I mean red, this bikini looks stunning, the dress you wore on Aegon’s birthday last year, it was stunning, if you weren’t with Jason that night I would’ve ripped it off you. Plus the red on your cheeks two nights ago…when you were giving me the pleasure of hearing those moans of yours…. It was like heaven decided to change location to that kitchen. So yes, red suits you.” He finished his little rant and brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it. He looked around and let your hands go for a bit, locking the door.

“Aemond? What are you doing?”

“Isn’t that clear yet? I want to make sure red still suits you, I’m going to make you show me those red cheeks again. Oh look at that darling…..already blushing and I haven’t even begun…”

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I Melt With You

Another day, another prompt from @rabbitofdeath-atcastleaarrggh. This one is a return customer and I'm glad they keep coming back. Anyway, this one is based of a song, although very loosely based. I tried my best to write a romcom montage. It's weird, it's not serious, it's meant to be ridiculous.

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

Robin Buckley was in love with Nancy Wheeler. That much was sure. It was ridiculous and embarrassing, but it was the truth. She had gotten feelings for prissy Nancy Wheeler.

She wasn’t entirely sure how it happened. One day she had been complaining about her to the Odd Squad during band, the next she was ready to sink to her knees in front of her. It had to be something to do with how Nancy could command a whole room with her voice. The realization had dawned on Robin during Nancy’s history presentation on the Roman Empire.

The presentation on its own hadn’t been all that special. She told the same tale as all the other students. But then one of the jocks in the back of the class had made a joke in poor taste and Nancy had snapped back. It had triggered something in Robin that hadn’t been there before.

Since then, Robin had been thinking of Nancy Wheeler all the time. She screamed into her pillow about it every night.

“There are worse people to be into,” Steve said from his spot behind one of the racks of video tapes. She had only recently caved. Steve had been pestering her for weeks on end. It had gotten to the point where Robin couldn’t take it anymore. He already knew she was into girls. It was a small leap from there.

“C’mon, it’s prissy Nancy Wheeler we’re talking about.”

“She’s really not that much of a priss.”

“I guess you could know. How long were you two together?”

“Almost two years. Why? Do you need help to get the girl?” Steve’s head was poking out from the shelves, a smirk on his face.

“No, dingus, don’t be an idiot.”

“Alright, how are you going to win her over?” Steve walked over, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m not going to win her over,” Robin sighed.

“Not with that attitude.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “Not with any attitude. Nancy is… she’s not like that.”

“You know what we need?” Steve slapped his hand on the counter.

“Do I want to know?”

“We need a cliché, rom-com montage.”

“How would that even work?”

She pushed the note into the locker. She had never been the type for romantic gestures. Mostly because she never had anyone to be romantic with. But Steve had pushed her to write down her feelings. Just to see how Nancy would react. She hadn’t signed her name at the bottom. She hadn’t been that courageous, or stupid.

Once the note had slipped from her hand, fallen somewhere into the darkness of Nancy’s locker, she’d felt the fear in the pit of her stomach. This was a mistake. She tried to remember what she had written, if any of it could lead to her.

I look at you from across the hall and long to be nearer. I long to be as close to you as I could possibly be. I dream of a better world, of better lives, where I could tell you this without fear. A world where I could declare that for you, Nancy, for you I would stop the world. Simply to melt with you. To be with you. To love you.

All she could remember seemed vague enough. Nothing to even indicate her gender. Nothing to incriminate herself.

The bell rang and she rushed away from the locker that didn’t belong to her. Just far enough that Nancy wouldn’t notice her. At least not right away. Just far enough that Nancy wouldn’t suspect her.

She watched from across the hall as Nancy wandered over to her locker, toying with the lock for a few moments before opening the door. The slip of paper drifted out, twirling in the air for a moment before it landed on the floor. She could barely see Nancy’s frown as she leaned down to retrieve it. Her slender fingers unfolded the piece of paper, her eyes scanned over the words.

Robin had expected her to look around. But she didn’t. She just sighed and pushed the paper back in her locker, in between some of her books. And then she shut her locker and walked away.

She walked right past Robin without looking anywhere but right in front of her. Holding her books close to her chest and marching on.

“It didn’t work.”

“Of course it didn’t work,” Steve exclaimed from the break room.

“If you know it wasn’t going to work, why make me do it?”

“Because it was step one.”

“Step one of what?”

“Of our cliché rom-com montage masterplan.”

“There’s gonna be a step two?”

“Do we really have to watch?” Robin asked, sliding further down the seat.

“It’s part of the montage.”

“Steve, you do know no one is recording this right. We’re not in a movie.”

“I know we’re not in a movie.” Steve threw his head back in irritation.

“Then what is this about.”

“Ssshh, there she is.” Steve pointed out the window of his car.

Robin watched as a 16-year-old placed a bouquet of roses on the Wheeler porch. Moments later Nancy opened the door. She clearly sighed as she picked up the roses and threw the door shut. She turned back towards Steve and noticed the frown on his face.

“I don’t think your plan is working.”

“Time for step three.”

Robin bit the inside of her cheek. All she had to do was wait for the right moment. No matter how long it took. It probably wouldn’t take all that long. Which was sad for a whole other reason.

She noticed Nancy out of the corner of her eye. Just walking, books pressed up against her chest.

“Look at that, Nancy the slut Wheeler,” a guy yelled from the other side of the hall.

Nancy just kept on walking.

“Why don’t you shut the fuck up? Frustrated you can’t get in her pants? You didn’t truly think someone as beautiful as Nancy would sleep with you, did you?” Robin shouted back. She’d practiced the response in her head. Several times. Steve had said it would show Nancy she cared, or something like that. It just felt nice to shout back for once.

But when she looked at Nancy, who had stopped in her tracks, she saw nothing but a scowl on that pretty face.

The last person Robin had expected to see in detention was Nancy Wheeler. Maybe Steve was on to something with his rom-com montage. Maybe some deeply exhausted, overly stressed college student was dabbling in writing all of a sudden. At least that was what it felt like when Robin walked into the room and saw Nancy sitting in the front row.

Nancy didn’t turn around, didn’t show any sign of acknowledgment. She just sat there, staring at the front of the class.

“Hi,” Robin said, sitting down next to Nancy.

“We’re not supposed to speak.” It was the first time Nancy had spoken to her. Directly to her.

“There is not really anyone to stop us.”

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

“I’m trying to talk to you.”

Nancy just nodded, her lips pressed together. One of her hands was tapping a pattern on her thigh.

“What do you have against me?” Robin felt the onslaught of words threaten to slip out.

“Nothing,” Nancy replied.

“Is it because of the rumors? Because I truly thought if there was one person that didn’t believe everything she heard around here, it would be you. But here you are shunning me for whatever reason, and I can’t imagine it’s anything else. A few days ago, you had never even spoken to me. You probably don’t even know my name, do you?”

Nancy turned toward her. The scowl gone and replaced by confusion. “It’s not— I don’t dislike you.”

“Really? Could have fooled me.”

“Not everything is about you.”

“How the hell is you being a bitch to me not about me?”

Nancy groaned.

“No, please enlighten me. Because for the past few weeks all I’ve been trying to do is woo you. I’ve written you notes, I’ve sent you flowers, I defended you in front of those assholes. And all I’m getting in return is the cold shoulder.”

“That was you?”

“Who did you think it was?”

“Well, I knew you defended me. But the other stuff? I thought it was Steve. After we broke up, he paid some kids to serenade me, so this wouldn’t have been a stretch.”

“He did ask me to serenade you. I just thought that would have been a bit too much.”

Nancy laughed softly. “So, why did you do all of this?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“The note, the flowers, you know?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“What song would you have picked?” Nancy asked.

“Is this really the time, Nance? We’re supposed to be rushing here.”

Nancy smiled, leaning back down to kiss Robin again. “I’m just curious. If you had serenaded me, what song would you have picked?”

Robin’s fingers flexed against Nancy’s waist. “I Melt with You by Modern English.”

Nancy hummed, moving away ever so slightly. “I’ve never heard of it.”

“Who cares?” Robin pulled her back down, connecting their lips.

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin

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hael987 · 2 years

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I’m so very tired of people saying nonsense about KinnPorsche the series and trying to bring it down.

I cannot stress enough how much the show means to me. Firstly because I’m enjoying it but more importantly because of what it’s showing, what it’s bringing into the world.

As Mile and Apo have continually been saying the series is showing love is love, we’re no different than the cishets. It’s telling queer people that they’re deserving of such detailed stories too. We also deserve stories that delve deeper than the superficial.

Let us have our complex characters. The morally grey or even morally black. The unclear, contrasting motives. Let us see healthy and unhealthy relationships. Fluff and action and torture. Let us have it all for once.

When we’re finally getting the variety we deserve, stop trying to restrict us back into boxes. It’s light, but it’s not superficial. It’s dark but it’s not gritty, there’s always some beauty to be found whether it be in the storyline itself or the shots.

Fair enough if it’s not to your personal taste/you personally don’t like it but to say such media shouldn’t be out there is wrong.

We get a story full of various kinds of love. Discovery and growth that’s flawed and rocky, an uneven and complicated path. A show that finally explores multitudes. A show through which I can finally feel connections to my own queer experiences but it’s subtle enough it’s not overwhelming and the story is varied enough with action, mafia plots and fluff that it’s enjoyable for the wider audience too.

We’re given NC scenes that feel beautiful, emotional, real and not fetishised. The joy and elation we get to see from them existing together. We’re given NC scenes that are dubious and darker. It doesn’t focus on just one aspect, we get it all. Layered and detailed for once.

They struggle to be together but it’s not because they’re queer, it’s because their lives are complicated and messy. It’s the casual normalising of it, shifting the focus to the people rather than focusing it on the sexuality.

Their words of support interspersed throughout the entire show. Telling us we’re supposed to be here. We’re seen. The effort Mile underwent to get this story out there, the improvements all the actors and BOC made to make the story better, less homophobic. How they changed part of Porsche’s storyline from internalised homophobia and that consequential struggle into something far more beautiful and relevant: an exploration of his quintessential self and his roles in life, his journey of self worth and happiness. How valid that makes one feel to watch such a series.

Chay setting out on his youthful love. Porsche only having his first dating experience in his adulthood. Tankhun feeling unsafe when he leaves his sphere, his use of fashion as a shield. Kinn’s struggle of duty vs heart. Pete and Vegas beginning to remove their masks. These stories, it’s all reminiscent of the very real queer experience. The differing journeys. The sex scenes, the fluff, the darker side. These multitudes symbolise the variety and varying paths of what the queer experience can entail.

The nod, the acknowledgement that there are so many differing queer experiences and stories to be told without reducing the focus to be solely on the sexuality. That queer people are people — as flawed, as varied, as complex as everyone else. Queer people don’t just have to exist one way or fit your ideals. Sometimes it’s uncomfortable to see, it’s the reality of existence.

Every single one of these points is why the show is important, necessary even.

I’m not claiming it’s the first show to do so, but I would say it’s the first show to express it so fully — it’s in every single inch of it. Stop trying to bring it down.

If you don’t like it that’s fine, it’s not for you. It’s for me. It’s for me and everyone like me that finally feels represented and loved and shown that we’re allowed to be complex. That we exist on equal ground and deserve to have equally complex media. That like our queer selves, the queer media we have shouldn’t be restricted to certain boxes.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche thoughts #kp discourse #I’m sure people have said it better before but #I’ve seen some real nonsense today and can’t stand it

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whatohitsonfirewelp · 2 years

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Daily reminder that Severus Snape isn’t a good person and Molly Weasley isn’t a good parent

#did they do good things? sure #but does that make them good? absolutely not #(ha me being far more realistic about fiction characters than the adults in my family ayeee)#there’s so much they’ve done wrong and continue to do wrong and it’s ignored because they were some sort of saviors to the boy who lived #(I was gonna say boy wonder and was like wait no wrong fandom whatoh)#and this is absolutely on jk rowling because she’s let this happen #she’s let people idolize these people who are genuinely terrible #and I’m not saying it’s a bad thing to like these characters #but you have to realize when a character isn’t good despite how they are portrayed at first glance #I’ll stop now before I start ranting about how jk rowling actually isn’t that great of an author once you really look #whatoh back at it again #tw hp fandom #molly weasley #severus snape #anti molly weasley #anti severus snape #flashback to my old post where I said movie them is way better than book them #IM RIGHT ABOUT THAT FACT AND YALL #KNOW IT

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cantaloupe · 2 years

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the terror carnival fire is devastating for many reasons but one thing i particularly love about it is the god complex generally associated with doctors, and how dr stanley decided that he knows more and he knows best and has been specifically trained to think he can and should make the call between life and death. he wants to put them down like sick animals

#the terror #u got a doctor w a god complex in ur story? i’m feeling 😵‍💫 about it #of course… i’m sure people have said this better before me i’m just feeling a way about it #t

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indefiniteavatar · 1 month

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So basically, in a case about him shoving money at someone so they shut up about him. . .he can’t shut the fuck up himself. I would say something clever and funny here, except the sad part is that this is just so normal in current politics that it’s just. . .not hilariously absurd behavior anymore? Not to say that it’s not absurd - it is beyond such, but it is just. . . predictable, I suppose.

I guess this is how I feel about politics lately? Either I get mad at everything or I try to laugh at everything and normally that works because politicians usually aren’t so tragically stupid so very often, but now I just kinda have to chuckle at the particularly eyeroll worthy things like this, and try to ignore everything else or my brain will explode.

#maybe that’s my biggest pet peeve about the current state of politics #Normally I like having discussions with people #of various mindsets and lifestyles and backgrounds #while my personal standpoint about many if not most political things is pretty solid. I also enjoy finding out more about things.#It’s always nice to learn more about things.#when it gets to a point like this or let’s be real-a point like where it got a few months ago when. More like a couple years ago honestly #There’s just so much. Too much. And two try to process all of it especially in a way such that one keeps up with useful discussion? oof.#I know I meant to do something else in these tags – something more specific – but at least on mobile #I just lost like three tags because the one I was working on hit 140 but when I was warned #I didn’t get to backspace or anything. I just kind of deleted the whole thing.#And in my confusion and attempt to undo what I had done #I managed to backspace a couple times and lose the finish tag above that one #and of course my first attempt at explaining that I had lost two tags turned into three tags because #I lost the first attempts that said two tags because it went over and yet again my attempt of not backspace this time #I just lost another two tags and then at this point I don’t even remember where I was going with this train of thought either #tl;dr: I wish I could take as much amusement from this as I want to but I can’t because shit like this is just so fucking normal #but hey it’s better than January 6 or trying to nuke a hurricane so I suppose I can live with it #right so I realize that I got to read all of the things I just typed in the page before this #so I did and while I have a laughable amount of nowhere near the fuck enough spoons #there’s a very good chance I am going to come back to this when I get on my iPad or PC #There’s also a very good chance I’m going to completely forget this post exists if not the app entirely #but given that I finally downloaded this on my actual phone instead of my tablet for the first time in years #And I just lost another fucking tag #this time naturally it had to be one with Contant that I remember as semantically important #but similarly naturally of course I don’t bloody well remember #right so I am going to go back to the stuff I was doing now cause I was doing stuff before I saw a Tumblr notification #which I didn’t actually look at at the time but but I can absolutely be sure that it was a hefty part of the reason why #when I found something that I wanted to post about and a context that had a larger audience and not just individuals #didn’t have FB/Reddit (tho lbr I would probably have a 6 foot nose if I tried to imply they were great social networks)#which goes back to seeing the tumblr notif & still having a big Nostalgia so. hi here i am

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gyudons · 8 months

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despicable

updates as of 22 oct

Travis Dermott knew that he would draw attention with his actions in the Coyotes’ home opener against the Anaheim Ducks at Mullett Arena on Saturday. The Arizona defenseman just hoped that the spotlight might shine on the issue that he was addressing, not on him.

“You don’t really want to go against rules that are put in place by your employer, but there’s some people who took some positive things from it,” Dermott said. “That’s kind of what I’m looking to impact.

“You want to have everyone feel included and that’s something that I have felt passionate about for a long time in my career. It’s not like I just just jumped on this train. It’s something that I’ve felt has been lacking in the hockey community for a while. I feel like we need supporters of a movement like this; to have everyone feel included and really to beat home the idea that hockey is for everyone.”

“I won’t lie,” said Dermott, who is playing on a one-year, two-way contract. “From the outside, it’s easy to see that I’m putting my career on the line for something. I definitely went through some emotional ups and downs that night, not regretting anything by any means, but I’d love to have maybe done a couple of steps a little different by making sure that everyone was aware of what was going on before I did it.

“I don’t want to put my teammates or my coaches or my GMs or the equipment managers in any kind of bad light when it’s their job to kind of look out for something like this happening. It was definitely something that I did just by myself and was prepared to kind of deal with whatever repercussions the league decides to push towards that. I’m not going to back off and say that this battle is won, but we’re going to find better ways to do it.”

As Dermott noted, LGBTQ+ inclusion is an issue that he has supported for a long time. Without getting into specifics, Dermott said the issue is personal for him because it impacts people close to him.

“I’d be lying if I said I haven’t shed tears about this on multiple occasions,” he said. “So yeah, it’s something I’m definitely very passionate about.

“I’ve met a lot of people that from the outside, it looks like they have everything going right in their life and they have a smile on their face every time they talk to you. But sometimes when we get closer to people and get comfortable enough for them to open up to you, you can see that there’s some pretty dark stuff happening to some good people. It doesn’t take too many times encountering something like that for it to really change someone.

“I’ve been blessed to have some of those opportunities put in front of me to really change my view of what being a good person means; what being a good father and a good example and role model means going forward. You really see how people are hurting and it’s because of a system that maybe no one’s intentionally trying to be malicious about, but until you’ve really had that first-person experience seeing people hurting from it right in front of you, it’s tough to kind of take steps.”

It would be a surprise if the league handed down any sort of punishment. The optics alone would add to the public relations damage that the original ban created. Even so, Dermott reiterated his desire to bring the entire franchise into the fold before he takes similar actions in the future, but he also made it clear that he will not be silenced on the topic.

“It’s not like I’m shutting up and going away,” he said. “I know more questions are going to be coming. We’re just going to be as prepared as we can be to just spread love. That’s the thing. It’s gay pride that we’re talking about, but it could be men’s health. It could be any war. It’s just wanting world peace. Everyone’s got to love each other a little bit more.

“Like my parents said growing up, ‘How awesome would it be to be the guy that people look up to?’ That’s what really hit home when I was a kid, especially from my mom. You want to grow up and be that guy. You want to be the guy that’s having the impact on kids like NHL players had on you. If they had been racist or bigoted, that’s going to have an effect on you.

“With how many eyes are on us, especially with the young kids coming up in the new generation, you want to put as much positive love into their brain as you can. You want them to see that it’s not just being taught or coming from maybe their parents at home. They need to see it in the public eye for it to really make an effect.”

#nhl #pride #lgbt #gay #queer #hockey

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fingertipsmp3 · 10 months

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Reading an actual published book that is really, confidently bad gives me more confidence in my writing than just about anything actually

#before you ask; no i will not be saying the title or the author’s name #because 1) i did get this book for free (stuff your kindle day back in june) and 2) as the past sentence would imply; it is an indie author #so i don’t want to put this person on blast #HOWEVER. it still doesn’t make sense to me that this book was so bad #like i know it didn’t go through as many rounds of edits as a traditionally published book would have; and i know this author probably #doesn’t have the resources to seek professional editing. but STILL. even if it’s just you and a screen…… you’re telling me you can’t edit #better than that?? you can’t WRITE better than that????? i don’t know what to say #it read like a bad first draft. it read like something i would write drunk or sleep deprived or ill or a combination of the three #and come back to a month later and question whether i’m actually literate #the thing that really stood out to me was the run on sentences. plus the misuse of punctuation #they were using full stops where a comma should be… there were insubordinate clauses that just got abandoned #but then the next line would be a massive run on sentence and i’d be like….. my friend; when am i supposed to breathe?#if you’re not sure if it flows; read it out loud. if you’re running out of breath or tripping over your words It Does Not Flow #it just felt very very stilted; the grammar was bad; it was confusing; i kept getting the characters mixed up because they were both male #and names weren’t used often enough so i was like ‘wait… which one is this again?’#at least they didn’t go in for the epithets like ‘the blonde man’ ‘the demon’#that being said……. i can’t picture either of these characters because there was no description. they full on had sex and i couldn’t tell you #why they were attracted to each other or anything. like. i have read some real trash romance in my time and i am not ashamed to admit it #but i have Never; not in well over a decade of reading smut; had to question why two people were attracted to each other #even if i don’t agree with the reasoning. even if the attraction isn’t exactly coming off the page. i have some details #other than ‘he’s beautiful’. but HOW is he beautiful???? you never EXPLAINED #it was also probably the least passionate sex scene i’ve ever read. and that is impressive #it did bolster my confidence in my own writing lol so i have to thank it for that #i hope this author buys a grammar book and keeps at it. they had good concepts.. the execution was just so bad #and a lot of it could’ve honestly been fixed by fixing the sentence structure & invoking the five senses to set a vibe #personal

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insanechayne · 10 months

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#I’m at a weird point with my partner #like she’s slipped and called me her girlfriend before #literally day one she said it during a conversation later in the day #and we’re very comfortable with each other and flirt over text and call each other cute names and stuff like that #but face to face it’s a little harder simply because I don’t know exactly where we stand in her mind #like we’re pretty much acting like we’re already together #but at the same time we do work together and also have most of our time spent together at work #and I can understand not wanting to be overly affectionate in our workplace of course #but I don’t want it to seem sterile and strictly professional either since it’s a bit more relaxed here anyway #and I do kinda wanna tell people or refer to her as my partner in conversation but I don’t want that to make her uncomfortable #it’s at the point where I feel like I’ll need to ask her if we’re telling people now or something like that #maybe when she’s comfortable enough to put it on Facebook then I’ll know for sure we’re telling people and being open about it #cause so far I’ve only told my mom and my best friend and idk if she’s told anyone at all yet #it’s only been a few days so it’s not like I’m upset that it’s low key and everything #it’s more like needing clarity about where we’re at on the dating scale so I know better how to behave #haven’t done this whole dating thing since I was like 22 which was six years ago #and that only lasted two months and then he cheated on me #and I only ever had one other relationship before that which was in high school with a girl who also cheated on me after two months #so you know my knowledge and confidence for relationships is very minimal and I kinda need some guidance on these things #but also like how do you ask someone when you can start bragging about being with them? that’s probably weird right?#I wish I knew what I was doing here #personal

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sttoru · 9 months

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gojo satoru was a liar.

“you’re my first love.”

to say you were baffled by this new drop of information by your lover was an understatement. you’d been dating satoru for a month now—you were friends before that. you know his playful personality well enough to be able to look through all of his jokes and teasing comments.

“hah, tha’s a funny one.” you chuckle sheepishly as you continue to gaze at the sky. you were standing at the rooftop of a building after finishing a mission together, the beautiful sunset a welcomed change after the chaos.

there was no way satoru — the gojo satoru — hadn’t been in love with anyone before you. his good looks, his power, his status, his money. . . you were sure satoru had been with many women before you. he easily could if he wanted to after all.

“not joking.” satoru frowns as you don’t believe him. it wasn’t a frown out of frustration at your reaction, but rather in a sad pouty way. his slender fingers run over the knuckles of your hand which he held;

“i’m completely serious—only ever had eyes for you.”

the doubt in your eyes was like a dagger through his heart.

“could you please believe me?”

you turn your head and tilt it up to look at the white-haired man—the light illuminating his features perfectly. especially those glossy lips. those kissable glossy lips that seem to be a magnet, begging to meet yours.

there was no way. you? out of all people he could get. ‘yeah, right,’ is what you thought to yourself. though, you knew better than to doubt satoru when he spoke so seriously to you. that usual jokey tone nowhere to be found in his smooth voice.

a rare sight; satoru being completely serious. without bursting into laughter or making even the smallest of jokes.

“yeah. i believe you.” you nod, not knowing what to say to the unexpected information he decided to share. a silence, only interrupted by the distant noises of cars honking, makes you once again realise how serious this conversation had turned out to be.

“no, ya don’t. i can see it in your eyes, baby.”

‘baby’ — your heart skips a beat. you were the only one he has ever referred to with those adoring pet and nicknames. the only one satoru’s allowed himself to be vulnerable with.

satoru’s hand finds its way to the side of your face, fingertips scratching the skin near your ear gently as he guides your body towards his. like two unstoppable forces, your bodies press against one another, feeling like one.

“look at me,” your boyfriend mutters and you do as told, your doubts instantly clearing once the sheer adoration and love radiating from his magical blue eyes tell you enough. that’s enough evidence to support his first comment —

“mhm. that’s it.” satoru sighs softly and leans in to kiss you softly, his lips on yours making you dizzy in the best ways possible, his other hand on the small of your back to push you closer to him than you already were.

the kiss was the cherry on top.

once you pulled away, the love in his gaze hasn’t faded at all. in fact, the intensity of his love for you seemed to have increased. satoru was absolutely smitten with you.

he smiles gently once he sees the realisation hit you. that was all he wanted to achieve by saying what he said to you; the pure joy on your face once you come to know that you were indeed his first ever love. the first person he’s loved in all those years he’s lived;

“my pretty girl — my one and only.”

gojo satoru was anything but a liar.

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #satoru x reader #jjk fic #oki bye again uni is calling #jjk x female reader #female reader

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