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thyme-in-a-bubble · 2 years

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341 days of foreplay

A/N: this used to be my most popular fic on here before I accidentally deleted everything. originally posted back in march/april, was some of the first smut I ever wrote, so keep that in mind, there's probably so many mistakes in this, I haven't edited it. also I changed the title, it used to be called i should've worshipped you sooner (gif in the moodboard is by my love @fightingdragonswithwho )

summary: Spencer overhears his roommate, Y/n, confess her true feelings for him.

warnings: Spencer Reid x reader, smut, roommates, drinking, chess, love confessions, kissing, orgasm denial, alcohol consumption, oral (male and female receiving), impact play, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, fingering, creampie, cumplay, dirty talk, praise, degradation, choking, spit kink, overstimulation, dom Spencer vibes

word count: 3911

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You had been Spencer’s roommate for almost a year now, and for all of that time, you’d been hopelessly in love with him.

You often think that if his work didn’t take him out of state so often, you’d probably come clean about your feelings much sooner.

It was Friday night, and Spencer still hadn’t come home yet, from California you think you remember him texting you a few days ago? So here you were, in the kitchen, trying to open a bottle of wine.

“You really shouldn’t mix wine and beer”, your friend’s voice boomed from your phone.

“Well, what do you want me to do, Eleanor? Just stop drinking after 2 beers?” you mocked, struggling with the cork. “This is not a 2 beers kind of day, so yeah, I’m switching to wine since it’s the only option that I have here. It’s that or stop, which is just, no.”

Even through the screen, Eleanor gave you her best disappointed parent expression and it stung. How had she perfected that? Shaking her head, she sighed, “you really need to move out.”

Popping the wine bottle open, you pointed the corkscrew at her, “don’t,” you warned, “I don’t wanna hear about it!”

“You can’t keep living with someone that you are head over heals for! Either tell him or move out and move on.”

“Or I could just keep drinking alone on a Friday night, and then go snooping through his things.” You raised the bottle up to cheers the screen, then took a large swig of it.

“What, your gonna become an alcoholic?”

“Hey, don’t judge my coping mechanisms little miss ‘I spent 3 months' wages in 1 minute after getting dumped by Sandra’. And who was so kind as to support you and lend you some money in order to get by, oh yeah that’s right, me, your oldest friend.”

She took a deep sigh, “fine. What are we drinking?”, then you saw her pick up her phone and move to her kitchen.

“Yes!” you squealed, “I promise, I won’t even mention him the entire evening.”

“It's just like, when he talks with his hands, which is always, which is also always because he always rambles, they are just so, urgghhh” you slurred, and bent over the kitchen counter in order to get closer to the screen, because your vision wasn’t the best at the moment. “pretty. But also like, I want to feel them everywhere on, and inside me. And the veins, oh fuck…”

Eleanor was totally spacing out on her end of the line, so you just continued. “like the other day, he got home and was soooo mad, like only once in a blue moon mad. And I know that it’s kinda wrong of me to just be lusting after him in such a tough moment for him, but damn!”, taking another gulp of your now much lighter bottle. “He just looked, god, so good.” You almost moaned. “His delicious forehead vein was popping out, fuck I just wanna lick it. Like, he gets so petty, but in the hottest way! Fucking, just bend me over right then and there, and go at it for hours!” you carelessly set the bottle down on the counter, “I’d let him do anything he’d want! and I’m talking like some Erika Lust shit. Choke me, slap me, say open up and I’ll happily let him spit in my mouth”

“God, you need to get laid,” Eleanor complained.

“I know, but I only want him. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to even think about anyone else in that way,” you admitted.

“Aw, babes, you will”, she said with a sad smile, then looked up to the side “oh, it’s 1:05, I’m sorry, I really need to go to bed, but we’ll talk more tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sleep well” you sighed.

“And hey, don’t go fall asleep in his bed!” she quickly added before ending the call.

“That was one time!” you said to now no one.

Feeling slightly dizzy from the alcohol in your system, you leaned your head against the cool countertop.

Hearing the sink turn on behind you, you whipped around, startled to find the aforementioned Spencer standing there, filling the kettle with water.

“Jesus Christ! Spencer, what are you doing here?” you screeched.

Breathing out a small chuckle, “as far as I’m aware, Y/n, I live here.”

“Yeah, I know that, I mean what are you doing home?”

Setting down the now filled kettle in its holder to boil, he turned to you, “the case ended, ergo I’m home now. That’s how it works, Y/n.”

He kept on saying your name, making you shutter at the way it sounded. “You just usually give a heads-up first”.

He sighed, clearly not in the mood for this conversation, “yeah, well I didn’t.”

Maybe it had been a tough case? God, if he kept up this mood for any longer, your ovaries were going to explode.

Suddenly remembering the topic of the convocation you just had with Eleanor, your eyes widened, “ho-how long have you been home?”

“Why?” he said with a tiny smirk.

“Oh, no, I just, I didn’t hear the door or anything” you trailed off.

“Well, you were pretty loud, so it makes sense.”

“I-“ fuck, your heartbeat was raising, “um, did you hear?”

Narrowing his eyes, looking you up and down, taking in your nervousness, “would you really let me do anything I’d want?”

You let out a shaky breath.

“Because, Y/n,” he moved closer to you, ”there are so many things I wanna do to you.”

Not truly believing his words, you asked, “you do?”

Choosing not to answer with words, he grabbed your face and kissed you fiercely, letting his tongue dance across yours. Humming into it, the combo of the feeling of the kiss mixed with the alcohol made the world spin, so you clutched onto his forearms for support.

Abruptly pulling away, he studied your eyes, “you’re drunk.”

“Guilty as charged!” you beamed, moving your hands down his body.

Catching them before they could touch what they desired, “no.”

“What? If you don’t want to, then why did you just kiss me?” the words rushed out of you.

Chuckling lightly, he held your hands in his, “trust me, I do.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I really like you. I’ve known it for a while.”

“You do?” you smiled as you moved to kiss him again, but he turned his head before your lips could meet.

“But your drunk.”

“So what?”

“Y/n, I can’t with good conscience just bend you over and fuck you in the kitchen when you are drunk.”

Letting go of him, you leaned back against the cold slab and spread your legs a bit, “you could though, I want you to”, grabbing ahold of his hand, you moved it between your legs, “I’m yours if you want me.”

Growling, he closed his eyes.

“Please” you whispered, grinding into his hand, trying to find some form of relief.

Snapping his eyes open, his hand started to move, just a bit, moving up and down over your covered pussy. “Is this what you want?”

Shuttering, you replied, “yes.”

With a smirk, his hand moved inside of your pants, cursing under his breath when he felt just how wet you were, “is this all for me?”

Lips now slightly parted, you nodded hard.

Using two fingers, he pressed hard down on your clit, drawing tight circles. Bending down to kiss along your jaw and down your neck he asked amidst the kisses, “do you really want me to choke you,-“ kiss, “slap you-“ kiss, “and spit in your pretty little mouth?”

All you could do was hum in affirmation.

“I had no idea that you were such a dirty little whore.”

“I just- really really like you,” you choked out, hips moving of their own accord, trying to aid in the goal.

Coming up to look at your face, “good, because I really really like you too”.

A combination of his sweet words, how good he was a finding the exact right place and pressure on you, as well as just the anticipation of it all making everything heightened and so much more intense, you felt yourself getting dangerously close to cuming.

“Oh fuck, Spencer, I’m-” you moaned, clutching onto his shirt.

But then, he removed his hand.

“No, no, no, no, no-“ you breathed, trying to catch it and guide it back to your center, but he wouldn’t let you. “I was so close.”

“I know.”

“Then why did you stop?”

“Because like I said, I’m not going to fuck you when you’re drunk.” His sentence was emphasized by the click of the kettle being done boiling.

“But-“ you tried to argue, but he cut you off.

“I want the first time you cum with me to be on my cock. I wanna feel it.” He explained, then turned to grab two mugs out of a cupboard.

Standing there, slightly stunned, you tried to decipher what the next move could be. The alcohol made it virtually impossible to think of anything other than getting railed by him, so you just sat up on the counter, catching your breath and watching him brew the coffee.

After a minute, you asked quietly, “so, we just go to sleep now?”

Filling the last mug, “no”, he turned and lifted you off from where you were sitting and back to a standing position, “we are going to wait.”

“Wait?” you questioned.

Grabbing one of the mugs, he handed it to you and confirmed, “yeah. How many drinks did you have?”

Scrunching your face up, you tried to remember, “um, 3, no 4, maybe?”

Licking his lips he said, “okay. Come with me.”

Hopping after his long strides, he stopped at his chess table and sat down, motioning with his hand for you to follow suit.

“We are going to sit here until you sober up.”

“Playing chess? Of course, that would be your definition of foreplay.” You teased, but ungracefully sat down as well.

Moving your rook forward four spaces, you asked, “is this even entertaining for you? You keep on beating me in like 5 moves.”

One step ahead of you, he quickly moved his bishop and snatched up your last surviving knight. Then turning his big brown eyes to look at you, “oh trust me, this is very entertaining for me. Might be some of the best games I’ve ever played.”

Cocking your head to the side you almost laughed, “um, no. I know I’m not a very good chess player, I know the rules and there forth can somewhat follow along, but I am nowhere near skilled enough to be an entertaining chess partner to you, dr. Reid.”

“Who said that your chess skills had anything to do with it?”

Giggling lightly, you moved a pawn and muttered, “oh.”

It was his turn again, but this time he didn’t move a piece, but simply asked you, “are you still drunk?”

Your body tensed at what the question really meant.

“I don’t think so,” you said honestly, then deciding to joke a bit, “why, do you want me to walk in a straight line? Touch my finger to my nose?” already doing the last movement in front of him.

Smiling, he asked, “do you still want to?”

Stopping your movements, you replied completely serious, “I don’t know how that’s even a question.”

He raised his eyebrows at you, waiting for the right words.

“Yes Spencer, I still want to.” Rubbing your thighs together at the building sensation that never quite disappeared from earlier.

His eyes were glued on you as you lowered your body to the floor, kneeling in front of him, slowly running your hands up his legs.

Reaching a hand down to your cheek, he slipped his thump inside your mouth, completely entranced, it came out as almost a whisper “show me.”

The way he looked down at you made your pussy throb. Hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around his finger, you watched him work at his belt.

“Be a good girl and show me.” Taking his finger back with a pop, then used both of his hands to free his cock.

The sight made you smile. Of course, even his dick was pretty.

“Open your mouth, Y/n,” and without another thought, you opened up and stuck your tongue out. Your eyes were big and doe-like, in awe of how he looked, sitting in front of you, working himself a couple of times.

Tapping the weight against your wet tongue, he groaned, “lick it”, and so you did, slowly a few times, just on the tip, then moving your head slightly to the side so you could trace his veins all the way down to the bottom, all the while keeping your eyes locked on his.

Moving your hand up to grasp the base, stroking it lightly as you came back to the tip, swirling your tongue around it a few times before pushing it past your lips. Slowly taking him further and further in, his hands were tangled in your hair, pulling at the roots whenever you would move your tongue just right.

Letting him move your head for you, picking the pace, how far down you would go down and how long he would hold you there, enjoying the sound of you gagging.

After a bit, moaning, he pulled you off his now glistening cock, “I’m not gonna last if you keep that up”.

Proud of yourself, you beamed up at him, whipping your mouth and chin with the back of your hand.

Pulling you up to him, he kissed you. Moaning into it, his hands went straight to your tits, palming them softly and then whispered against your lips, “take it off, slowly”.

Pushing yourself off him, you backed up a few steps, giving him a good view. Gradually, layer by layer you striped for him, turning when you got to your pants, in order to give him the best angle. Unconsciously, he mirrored your actions, taking his own off.

When you were both completely naked, his dark eyes drank you in, “get on the couch, ass up, now.”

Your body did as he wished by its own accord. Leaning over the back of his brown leather couch, you waited eagerly for him to get closer to you, and when he did, you grinded into the feeling of his body pressed up against yours.

Running his fingers lightly through your folds, “mhm, you’re fucking soaked.”

“Please don’t tease me anymore,” you wiggled against him, “I want you inside of me, now.”

“Oh really?” he cooed, then landed a small slap on your pussy, surprising and hard enough to make you jump a bit, “you want it that bad? Do you just wanna be my pretty little whore?”

“Please, ruin me” you whined, as you felt the head of his cock brush against your entrance.

“Wait,” he said, panic suddenly filling his voice, “I don’t have a condom.”

As he began to pull away, you wouldn’t let him, “I don’t care, please just give it to me, please Spencer.”

“You serious?”

“I’m clean, please do it. I’ll just get plan b tomorrow”, you begged.

And without any more warning, he slammed the entirety of his dick inside of you, making you lose your breath and almost turn into putty in his arms.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned into your ear, then distanced himself from you by pushing you further into the couch and straightening up himself. Gripping onto your hips, he didn’t give you a moment to get use to the feeling of how much he stretched you out, but opting for a brutal pace. The snapping of his hips made your body jump in the best way.

As he slapped your ass, you only got that much closer to cuming. His arms went around your waist and pulled you up against him. One firmly staying there, holding you close to his warm body, the other snaked its way up your body, staying at your boobs just long enough to pinch one nipple, then finding a home softly wrapped around your neck.

His face was right beside yours, occasionally placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek, neck or shoulder. Feeling you clench around him, he asked amidst his grunts and moans, “you gonna be a good girl and cum for me, Y/n?”

When you didn’t reply, too wrapped up in the feeling of it all, he taped your cheek lightly, “huh? Are you gonna cum on my dick?”

Seeing stars now, you had no way of getting out actual words, and when his hand came down on your cheek again, this time a little harder, you gathered just enough strength to nod lightly.

“atta girl, let me feel you,” he cooed in your ear and returned his hand to his resting place around your neck. Your eyes struggled to stay open as the orgasm rocked through you.

Legs shaking and trying to catch your breath, his trusts slowed down. Your head lolled back against his shoulder, and he kissed your cheek. “fuck, just when I thought you couldn’t get more beautiful.”

Smiling you reached your hand up to the side of his face, “let’s move this to your bed, I think I need to lay down”, you breathed out.

“Done already?” he asked in a joking tone.

Laughing lightly, you winched at the feeling it gave, making your sensitive walls clench around him, “no, I just don’t wanna fall.”

And with another peck on your cheek, he pulled out of you, but still held you close as you moved the short distance to his bed.

When you hit the mattress, you pulled him with you, letting him fall on top of you. Gasping as he slipped inside of you again, the feeling already starting to feel like home.

“Oh, you’re taking my cock so well” he moaned, finding a good rhythm, picking the one that made your boobs jiggle the most. “God, I love your tits,” he thought out loud, playing with them, making you giggle a bit at the compliment.

Craving the same sensation from before, you requested, “choke me.” He didn’t hesitate, wrapping his long fingers around your throat again, squeezing lightly at the points where your rapid heartbeat was easiest to feel.

Your eyes were locked on each other’s, giving you a great chance to study just how blown his pupils were. Moving his big hand up, so that his thumb could rest on your bottom lip, “open” he breathed out. When you did as you were told, sticking your tongue out just enough for it to brush against his finger, his lips curled up into a proud smirk. The sensation of his spit landing on your tongue first surprised you, then did something you were not expecting it to do. You came again. Right then and there, the intimacy of the act being enough for you.

His smile only grew at the obvious signs of the power he had over you.

Then you blinked and he wasn’t above you anymore. But what he did next was enough for you to know exactly where he was. Your head shot down with a wince, to see him place sloppy kisses on your very sensitive clit. Reaching a hand down, you pulled him away, the sensation being too much.

Head between your legs, he looked up at you, eyes sparkling, kissing your inner thigh, and muttering, “sorry, I just had to kiss you there”.

Placing your hand on his cheek, you stroked your thump up and down, then up to trace the angry vein on the side of his forehead, “just give me a second”.

Smiling, he leaned his head against your soft thigh, then turned his face to place a peck on the palm of your hand.

“mhm, okay”, you hummed after a few minutes. Spencer then sat up, pulling your tired body with him. You slumped down in his lap, like a koala, hugging your arms around him, nuzzling as close as you could.

“You ready, Y/n?”

You hummed in reply, reaching one of your hands down to slip his dick inside of you again.

This time, you both just found a lazy and intimate rocking motion, not needing it to be hard and fast, but slow in order to make it last as long as possible.

“fuck, I’m so close” he practically whined, “where so you want it?”

Through a string of breathy moans, you uttered one syllable, “-in- “, pulling back just enough for him to see the seriousness on your face.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he smirked, “We already live together, you want us to start a family?” his teasing only made your walls tighten their grip around him.

His movements became more ragged and desperate, “you’re just a little cumslut, aren’t you? You want me to fill you up?” whimpering in response, you buried your face in the crook of his neck and held on tight as he pushed you over another euphoric high.

Grunting in your ear at the feeling of you milking him, you heard, “take it, all of it”, as he throbbed deep inside of you, filling you with his cum.

Staying like that, all tangled up and breathing heavy, for who knows how long. At some point, clutching onto you, he lowered you both down to lie on the soft mattress.

Expecting him to stay and cuddle you, he instead sat back up and leaned back to admire the mess he had made. Stroking your thigh, he breathed out, “be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

Slowly, you pushed your knees up and spread your legs apart, hearing him curse underneath his breath. Your body jumped when you felt his fingers trace your slit, gathering up the cum that had begun to drip out of you. Crying out suddenly as he plunged in two of his fingers, hips buckling, the sensation being too much for your overstimulated cunt.

“Uh, don’t get so whiny on me right now,” he cooed, looking down at you with dark eyes. He hooked his fingers and moved them furiously, “you said you wanted to cum? Now take it!”

Even when your hips tried to move away, his fingers followed. Soon the feeling of everything being too much got another thing added onto it. How could you possibly cum again? But somehow, you did just that. Spencer always had a way of making impossible things be possible.

Your whole body was shaking and quivering as Spencer laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you. “Holy shit,” you said among your shaky breaths.

“Well, we did have 341 days of foreplay”, he joked.

“Yeah”, you laughed, brushing your hand up and down his arm. “Hey, Spence?”

“Mhm?” he hummed into your hair.

Taking a deep breath, gathering the courage, you confessed quietly, “I love you.”

His hand came to lift your face up to meet his, touching his forehead against yours, “Y/n, I love you too, so much.”

Tilting your head up a bit, you kissed his forehead, then curled back down under his chin and fell asleep in that warm cocoon of love that was your roommate Spencer Reid.

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INFATUATION (1/?)

homelander x fem!reader

summary — homelander meets Ashley’s sister and he’s already feeling infatuated with you and he just can’t help it, even though ashely is fucking annoying he can’t help but think you were the exact opposite.

warnings — homelander is himself a warning, stalking, toxic behavior from homelander, breastfeeding, kinda angst and fluff

word count — 2174

authors note — this is my third homelander fic and the other two are on my AO3 account and this one will be as well. also tried and different writing perspective.

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YOU took a deep breath looking at the huge Vought tower, looking down you saw your daughter in the stroller and it calmed you down a bit. Eleanor was the light of your life and yeah that might be a little bit of a cliche but it was true.

Her father ditched ever since he figured out you were pregnant and all you had was yourself to help fend for you and for Eleanor. He was a douchebag anyway only cared for himself and his own life, not caring what happened to you or Eleanor but you were doing okay on your own.

I mean yeah paying for all the stuff for a baby was hard but at least you didn’t need to pay for formula since you breastfeed, but you just move for a job that would hopefully work out. Luckily it was close to your sister, Ashley. You’ve been in contact but never visited since you didn’t have the funds to do so, but now you could see her all you.

Ashley was your number one supporter when you got pregnant and she was even there when you gave birth and loved Eleanor. She was also the last defining factor of moving here in the first place, you could have a job that paid decently and see your sister.

You knew she worked for some of the most popular supes in the world and that’s why you were kind of nervous to step in the building. They were superheroes though, they’re not dangerous. At least Ashely hadn’t told you anything that would imply that and she even invited you to come to her work.

So how could this go wrong.

It was just worrying, that’s something you’ve done since you were a small child and even took some anxiety medication to help.

Walking into the big building with your stroller, you would’ve thought people might’ve been ogling at you but it seemed like everyone was into their own conversations or just minding their own damn business. That was at least nice, at least.

But it was intimidating standing in the lobby of this building where the seven stayed. The supes were nowhere to be seen at least and you hoped Ashely would get down here soon because it was getting awkward. You texted her when you first arrived which was about 5 minutes ago and you were starting to worry.

Luckily Eleanor hadn’t sensed your discomfort.

“Y/N you made it,” Ashely says with a smile as she walks up to you, wearing her usual bright pantsuits.

“I was worrying you forgot about me,” You said with a smile as you hugged her. She gave you a tight squeeze before looking down and smiling at Eleanor.

“How’ve you been,” Ashely asked as the two of you walked towards the elevators. You didn’t know where you were going but it was probably to her office or some more private place so you could talk.

“It’s been hard taking care of a newborn baby but I’ve been pushing through it,” You told her vaguely not wanting to worry her. You’ve been only getting 3-4 hours asleep on a good night, but it was the normal life of a single parent, or a parent in general. “Eleanor is totally worth it though, she is the cutest thing,” You cooed at your baby as she gurgled in her stroller.

“She is, and I’m glad you brought her here because I’ve been wanting to babysit and since you’re closer it's so much easier to do,” Ashley says with a smile.

“I just don’t want to intrude on your life, you have a job that you need to do and having a baby will only make it harder,” You expressed as you picked at the skin around your finger nails.

Bad habits die hard.

“It wouldn’t be a burden trust me, I’ve been wanting to see my niece since she was born and I insist,” Ashley promised.

“Okay only if you’re okay with it,” You muttered as the elevator doors finally opened and you walked behind her, to her office which seemed totally cool to you.

“I can’t believe you got your own office that is totally badass, and it totally suits you,” You complimented as she closed the door behind her and leaned on her desk and gave you a coy smile.

“It does feel good to have an office but this job is kinda grating,” Ashley murmured looking down at the floor.

“That is totally understandable though, I mean you’re brushing shoulders with the seven, the most famous superheroes, who wouldn’t be stressed,” You reassured her sitting on the couch and placed the stroller next to you so you could keep your eye on Eleanor.

“At least somebody understands,” Ashley says, giving you a smile. Something dings on her phone which she then pulls out of her pocket and her eyes widen. You look at her worried as you move the stroller back and forth. “I’m sorry I have to go,” She rushed out.

“Wait what am I supposed to do here,” You quickly ask as your heart races against your chest.

“Don’t worry I won’t be long, just stay here playing the tv, I’ll be back as soon as possible,” Ashley says before leaving the room and slamming the door behind her.

Unfortunately for you that woke Eleanor and she started to cry as you jumped at the door slamming. You stood up and grabbed her and started to bounce her in your arms trying to calm her down.

“It’s okay,” You cooed as she continued to cry and scream in your arms and it seemed as though the bouncing didn’t help your stressed baby.

As you were about to check her diaper in case it needed to be changed, you felt something wet on your chest and you immediately knew what it was. You hadn’t breastfed Ellie since early this morning and your breasts were full, when Ellie started to cry it usually happened. Instead of checking her diaper, you would try to check and see if she’s hungry first, and since you’re already ready for it, might as well take advantage of it.

Sitting down on the couch, you lifted your blouse up and since you decided not to wear a bra that day it was a little more easy but it ruined your shirt and hopefully you could get Ashely to find one.

Settling Ellie in your arms right near your primed nipple she immediately latched, and since your breasts were full it felt like relief as she began to drink from you. You supported her head as you leaned against the comfy couch, she squeezed the fat of your breast as she suckled the milk out.

It would normally hurt due to her pinching but since you were in a relaxed state you didn’t really mind. As she began to relax, you began to as well.

You looked at your baby as your chest was filled with so much love, that you would have never felt for anyone else. You probably wouldn’t feel this amount of love for anything or anyone else that enters your life again.

And you were perfectly fine with that.

“Ashley I’ve been fucking looking for you every-,” Homelander cursed as entered the room with an angered expression on his face but it turned into a confused one when he saw you.

God this was the most embarrassing moment that would ever happen to you, you knew you shouldn’t be ashamed of breastfeeding but this was America’s most beloved supe and when he looked angry as well.

Homelander averted his eyes so they weren’t trained on you. He was angry when he was looking for Ashley and expected to find her in her office but who the fuck were you and he didn’t want those old thoughts to come back. But he couldn’t help it as he saw the scene unfold before him.

“I’m sorry Homelander-sir I was ju-,” You began to say as you stood up and turned around so he didn’t seem as uncomfortable. It was obvious due to his stature stiffening as he entered the room and you didn’t want to do that. As you were speaking though you were cut off by him.

“Who the fuck are you,” Homelander snapped as he looked at you as you turned around. Ellie was still at your nipple, and you didn’t want to remove her from it as she seemed very hungry so you did what you thought was best.

“I’m Y/N Ashley s-sister,” You muttered and stuttered as you stared at the wall and began to force your body to relax so it would freak out Ellie.

Homelanders gazed at you even more confused. He didn’t know Ashley had a sister or even a niece for that matter. But he couldn’t deny that you were pretty, beautiful even and he didn’t know if that was due to your actual look or what you were doing.

Ellie decided that she was full as she removed her mouth off of your nipple and you used one hand to pull your shirt down, so you could turn around to face Homelander.

“Like I said I’m sorry about that, I was here to see my sister and she rushed out and Ellie started crying and when she does that, this happens,” You say looking down at your shirt. “And I thought I was alone and-and she was really hungry and I’m just sorry,” You quickly said your apologies, god this day couldn’t get any worse could it.

“No worries,” Homelander waved it off and put on his smile. “It’s natural right,” He nodded and pointed to the baby.

You visibly relaxed as he said that. He wasn’t angry with you, it would’ve been horrible if America's strongest supe was angry at you for a normal bodily function. But he did seem kinda uncomfortable you would say, his smile didn’t reach his eyes but it was better than his eyes being red.

Meanwhile Homelander felt his mind swarm with thoughts about you already and he just met you. He was about to say something but Ashely walked in the room with a shocked expression on her face.

“Sir I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Ashely breathed in deep as she had a somewhat scared expression on her face as she looked between Homelander and you. She was lucky that Homelander didn’t melt your face off as he saw you there and she let out a sigh of relief.

Homelander gave you a wary look and you took that note as you put Ellie in her stroller.

“Don’t worry Ashley we can meet up later,” You gave her a reassured smile. “Nice meeting you,” You gave Homelander a quick smile as you exited the room and felt your body relax that you were out of that awkward encounter.

Although Homelander had already set his eyes on you.

Later that night Homelander found out where you live through the tech department as he could get any one of those people to give him anything.

All day he had been thinking of you, his thoughts were all surrounding you and he tried to shake it off as attraction, which was definitely a part of it but he knew a part of it was due to your milk filled breast. He couldn’t help wanting to find you and just watch you.

As he stood on the building across from your tiny apartment, he used his x-ray vision to see what you were doing. It seemed like you didn’t have an exciting night but what he saw was certainly exciting. You were using a breast pump to get the milk out for the baby. The TV was playing but he didn’t pay attention as his cock throbbed his pants.

You looked pretty tired though, must be due to that baby and you were already dozing off catching yourself multiple times. His thoughts trailed off as he wondered what it would feel like to be doted on by you. If you would praise him and let him get a taste of what he actually wanted.

Homelander knew he was becoming infatuated with and some part inside of him was perfectly fine with that. He would find a way to see you again, even if he had to scare it out of Ashley or find out where you worked and “accidentally” bumped into you. It didn’t matter what he had to do, and what lengths he would reach to get to you.

He just couldn’t wait to see you again and wondered if you’d bring the baby, he hoped not but if so that would be totally fine as long as he got to see you.

Taking a deep breath as watched you and his body was filled with arousal and he knew you were already a part of his life for better or for worse. Probably a better for him and unfortunately worse for you.

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Knock-down, Drag-out

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Ch. 10 | 1.3k words | Angst

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The next week was the best week you'd had in a long time. Your mood seemed to have greatly improved since you began spending time with Jonah. You texted him in the mornings, at lunch, and at night. Of course work was just as chaotic as usual, but you looked forward to his texts during your down time.

On Friday, you drove over to Jonah's house after your shift. The whole mood seemed off. It was a little odd, considering that Eleanor answered the door.

"Come in, dear," she ushered you inside.

"Jonah's a little stressed right now. Hopefully you can cheer him up," she whispered as she led you to the kitchen.

Jonah sat at the kitchen table with a letter in his hand. He glanced up when you entered the room with Eleanor.

"Oh, hi sweetheart. I didn't hear you knock, I apologize," he muttered before his eyes reverted to scanning the letter.

"It's okay," you replied as you pulled out the chair next to Jonah.

"What's that?"

"It's a letter from the insurance company about mom's application. It says she doesn't meet the criteria, and was denied."

Jonah's face seemed vexed. Your stomach dropped.

"I'm so sorry, I really thought she would get approved," you brought your hands to your lap to begin fidgeting.

Recognizing your nervous habit, Jonah promptly dropped the letter to the table, and turned his full attention to you.

"It's okay, love. We tried our best," Eric put his hand over yours.

"Mom and I were discussing ordering takeout. Are you interested?"

You were grateful for the subject change, but you vowed to look into Eleanor's insurance application. Of course you couldn't solely determine whether or not she was approved for insurance, but you knew how much it must hurt Jonah to read that rejection letter.

Quelling your feelings about that, you tried to enjoy the night with Jonah and Eleanor, and take his mind off of things. The three of you did, in fact, order takeout. You also played a round of cards at the kitchen table. Eleanor seems to have a knack for blackjack.

Kissing Jonah goodbye at the end of the night, you hugged him tight to your chest.

"I know you're stressed. Don't worry, things will work out," you cooed in his ear.

You felt Jonah's smile against your cheek.

"I know it will, darling. I have you," he whispered as he kissed your temple.

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The next morning, you sent Jonah your usual good morning text.

Good morning handsome. I hope you have a great day 🌞☺️

You got ready for work, checking your phone for a reply before you got in your car. Nothing. Ah well. Maybe he's busy.

By the time you got to work, there was still not a response from Jonah. You wondered if perhaps he slept late. Starting the day with a weird feeling in your gut, you went through the motions. You typically had no problem focusing, but today was different. You were distracted; worried even. You focused on other things throughout the day, like heading down to the insurance office on the bottom floor of the hospital on your lunch break.

You sat at the desk, strumming your fingers. A woman with a bored expression and a name tag that said 'Denise' typed away on her computer.

"It's looks like Eleanor Prince was denied because of her dependent," Denise plainly stated.

You shook your head.

"She has a son, but he is not her dependent. He is over eighteen, has his own income, and files his own taxes," you explained.

Denise looked at you blankly, and typed more into her computer.

"There. Approved," she turned her computer screen toward you.

Smiling with a sense of accomplishment, it quickly dissipated as you remembered the current situation with Jonah. You were a little miffed at him, but you wanted to surprise him with the news that his mother got approved. It was only a silly clerical error. You decided that you would tell him the next time you saw him.

Jonah had still not answered your text by the time you left Denise's office. You sent another message in hopes that he simply forgot, or didn't actually hit send for his reply.

I hope your day's going well so far

A few hours passed, and still nothing. You were nearing the end of your shift, and you were checking your phone constantly. Biting your nails, another nervous habit of yours, you wondered what would happen at the arena tonight. The two of you had had a wonderful week up until now. You understood being busy, but seven hours had passed without a peep. Why would Jonah suddenly be giving you the cold shoulder?

Climbing into your car at the end of your day, you sped to the arena. Would Jonah even show up? Had something bad happened? You didn't know what was going on, and your anxiety was through the roof.

Pulling into the parking lot at the arena, you waited in your car instead of walking in early like you usually did. You wanted to see if Jonah's car showed up. After about thirty minutes, you saw him roll into the parking lot. Your heart hammered in your chest. You watched Jonah park his car, and you grabbed your medical bag before exiting yours.

You walked up to his car just as Jonah stepped out. He met your eyes, and grimaced. You felt a stabbing pain in your chest at the expression.

"Is everything okay? You've been ignoring me all day."

Jonah reluctantly climbed out of his car, opening his back door to grab his gym bag. He didn't immediately answer your question.

"Hey," you waved to get his attention.

"I'm right here. I know you can see and hear me. What's going on?"

Jonah still didn't look directly at you. Instead, he slammed his back door closed, and raised his chin to look at the sky.

"My mom collapsed at home last night."

Your stomach dropped.

"What? Why didn't I hear about it?"

"It was last night around 2 a.m. It was before your shift started this morning," Jonah answered dryly.

"I meant why didn't I hear about it from you," you stated matter-of-factly.

"Is she okay? Why did she collapse?"

"She's fine now. It was because I forgot to pick up her refill from the pharmacy yesterday. She hadn't had her medication in over twenty-four hours, so when she got up to go to the bathroom last night, she got dizzy, and fell."

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips. You were imagining the scenario in your head, mapping out how you would have responded.

"Was she admitted to the hospital? I would think I would've known-"

"No," Jonah interrupted.

"No, she wasn't. She didn't hurt herself too bad from the fall, but she did bruise her hip. Once the paramedics found out she hadn't received her medication, they just recommended bed rest until she got her next dose."

You studied Jonah's profile with the sting of tears at the corners of your eyes.

"I'm sorry, Jonah. I'm sure it scared you."

Jonah fixed his gaze back ahead of him at the roof of his car; in other words, still not at you.

"Yes, it did scare me. I didn't go to work today, and I tried to get out of this fucking fight tonight, but Sebastian said I needed to be here since it's another championship fight."

Jonah's grip visibly tightened on the straps of his gym bag.

"This is what happens when I let myself get distracted," Jonah breathed.

The words cut you deep. You took a shuddering breath.

"I don't want to do this here and now. Can we finish this discussion later?"

You nodded with tears spilling over. You turned away from Jonah, walking to the front doors of the arena. You didn't look back.

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Half/half (series) - Day 7

Pairings: Daniel Ricciardo x reader

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Summary: An unexpected turn of events forces leads the reader and her friends to spend their vacation with Daniel and his friends.

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She wasn't in the bed or any other room in the house, because I checked. There were no more of her things in our bedroom or anywhere else. The only thing Cara and Eleanor told me was that she left a note, saying that she was leaving earlier and that she will explain everything. I didn't get an explanation, though.

I was angry and frustrated, but above all else – I was sad. Yesterday night I finally got the feeling that she trusted me and now she was gone without saying a word. I felt betrayed. It was like she grabbed my heart straight out of my chest, threw it on the ground and then stomped on it, leaving it to bleed out on the side of the street.

I would have never pegged her for being a one-night stand type of woman. I still believe she isn’t; her friends said as much. But then, I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Why did she leave so suddenly?

It was certain she had as much of a good time as I did last night, because she admitted it herself. After a mind-blowing few hours with her, we remained cuddled up in bed, just talking and enjoying. She sheepishly praised me with a blush and a smile on her face, with the most genuine and sweet facial expression I have ever seen. She couldn't possibly be lying when she said she cared for me, right? I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that yesterday I lived out the best date of my life, only for the woman of my dreams to slip through my fingers this morning without saying a word.

If I could say one thing about myself with the utmost certainty was that I was not a quitter. I always pushed and carried on despite everything going against me. So, that was exactly what I was going to do again. I was adamant in fighting for her, for her to give me a chance. And if she wasn’t willing to offer me an opportunity, then I at least wanted to know why. Everything seemed so perfect – I had the right to know when and how it went wrong. I was definitely owed an explanation for her running away. Again.

Eleanor and Cara were not surprised when I asked them to tell me where is she travelling, so I could get to the airport (hopefully) in time before her plane takes off. As a matter of fact, they cheered me on, cooing and giggling about how the situation will play out exactly like in the movies – with me running through the airport to find her and kiss her, proving to her that this relationship was worth exploring.

I was less excited at the prospect of rushing to her around the busy airport, but it was my only chance to see her. After this vacation, I already had a booked flight for the next race weekend, with a schedule that was impossible to alter. I tried calling her and texting, as did her friends, but she was stubborn and did not reply to any of us.

Michael and Will decided to join me, muttering something about ‘needing my mates’ for this, whatever that meant. And soon, we were off to the airport, all three of us praying that we will make it in time.

There wasn't much talking during the car ride; we mostly sat in tense silence while Will or Michael occasionally checked when her plane is taking off and how long do we have until we arrive at the airport. They offered encouraging words, telling me how even if we don't make it in time I can always contact her later. But, with each kilometre we passed, I was doubting more and more if this was actually a good idea. I mean, the woman actually escaped, getting on an earlier flight than planned, and opting to go home without her friends? She must've felt pretty miserable about me if she decided to do that and for the life of me I couldn't figure out why. That was the only thing that still pushed me to find her and talk to her right now – I wanted to know why. I wanted to know why she couldn't even say goodbye to me in my face today if she didn't want to see me ever again.

When we arrived at the airport, I left the car as fast as I could, not even bothering to park somewhere and leaving it to the two of them. I was rushing out of the Porsche as they gave me an encouraging cheer with Michael giving me a pat on the shoulder with the words ‘go get her!’.

If only it were that easy.

Thankfully, in all of my years in Formula 1, one of the skills that I had definitely mastered, which was coming in handy right now, was the ability to make my way around an airport quickly and easily. In no time, I was standing in front of the departures board, hastily searching for her flight.

My heart sank when I read that her plane was taking off at this very moment.

Just as I suspected, I was too late. I stood there, completely frozen, thinking about how I missed my chance. If I had only woken up a bit earlier, or if I had felt her leave the bed or pack her stuff… I sighed, accepting the fact that I was too late. At least I had her phone number, I could text her or call her… Still, it wouldn't be the same as doing this in person and looking her in the eye as we talked about this. But I guess that was the only option I had left.

I looked around, wondering where I can get coffee for Will, Michael and me before we head back to the house so we can pack. I noticed a Starbucks and made my way there, shooting them a quick text so they know where to find me after they park the car.

When I raised my head I was met with a familiar face occupying a nearby table. I stopped in my tracks, assessing if I maybe saw wrong and even fearing that I started imagining stuff.

I didn’t believe in fate that much, but there was no other explanation for this. What were the odds of me noticing her accidentally in this crowded airport? On top of that, finding her here after her plane home already took off?

But, sure enough, it was her – sipping on her coffee and scrolling on her phone. Her luggage was next to her, tucked neatly under the chair beside her, while the table was a mess. There was a plate with a half-eaten sandwich, a book by the side, her laptop and her coffee in front of her. I debated how to approach her because she didn’t see me yet. As a matter of fact, she didn’t glance up from her phone until I stood right next to her.

“For someone who’s injured, you run away pretty fast.”, I had meant it as a joke, but it sounded sour.

I was annoyed and I didn’t do much to hide it. Her head snapped up to look at me with wide eyes. I think she was trying to figure out at that moment if I was actually standing there or not.

“I…”, she started, but then gulped, not even blinking.

“Can I sit?” I asked and she nodded hastily.

I sat across from her at the small table while she was still gaping at me.

“What are you doing here?” she mumbled weakly.

“I was just about to ask the same thing.”, I shrugged, staring at her.

Her eyes were red and puffy, either from exhaustion or crying. I felt physical pain as soon as I noticed it, eager to know why she was feeling this way and if it had anything to do with me. With us.

There was a moment of silence between us, neither knowing what to say.

"I'm sorry. For running away.", she started, taking a deep breath. "If it helps, I regretted it as soon as I came here."

“Why did you leave?”

She thought about it. Well, more precisely, she thought about how is she going to respond. I could see on her face that she knew exactly why she ran away, but didn't want to admit it. She was contemplating telling me the truth.

“I was scared.”, she mumbled while looking down at her cup of coffee.

"Scared of what?" I took a risk and gently took her hand in mine, our fingers slowly intertwining and resting on the table.

“Of you.”, she looked back at my eyes. “Of last night. Of what it meant for you or what it didn’t mean.”

“Do you want to know what it meant for me?” I offered, wanting to be honest with her as well, after she admitted what she was feeling.

She nodded.

“It meant a start.”, I said, smiling. “It meant that I like you and want to be with you, even if you keep running away whenever you’re scared.”

She laughed a bit, her eyes teary. “Really?”

“Really.”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you anything this morning.”, she sighed again. “I started panicking and when I panic I just do something rash and stupid-“

“It’s okay.”, I squeezed her hand, stopping her rambling.

“I like you too.”, she smiled back, wiping away a tear that slipped down her cheek.

“Can I kiss you?”

She bit her lips, her smile getting even bigger. “Yes, please.”

And I obliged, leaning in to press my lips against hers in a soft kiss. All of the worry, the insecurities, the tension… It melted away as we were kissing. As we pulled apart, I couldn’t help but give her one more sneaky little peck on the lips, making her giggle.

“You owe me cuddles, by the way.”, I whispered while we were close, so only the two of us could hear.

“Do I?” her eyebrow quirked up playfully.

“Yes, because you left this morning.”

“I promise that I’m not running away anymore.”, she put another hand over our intertwined ones, in an act of assurance.

“I will hold you to that.”, I teased her. “But, where exactly did you plan to go? Your plane already took off.”

“No, it didn’t.”, she frowned, looking at me like I was crazy.

“I saw it on the board. Cara and Eleanor told me-“

"Did you really think that I would buy another plane ticket home?" she snorted in amusement. "My plan was to be here until the evening and wait for El and Cara at the airport."

“And that was better than cuddling me in bed?” I challenged, not planning to let this go anytime soon.

“Of course not.”, she rolled her eyes. “I just didn’t want to say goodbye to you.”

I was stunned, simply staring at her without knowing what to say. I don't think she necessarily wanted to confess that, but it kind of slipped out of her mouth. Now everything was crystal clear. She didn't think last night was anything special to me, so she fully expected me to cut ties with her today and never see her again. She was simply running away to save herself from the awkward moment that she presumed was going to happen.

"I see you're back to your old habits and making assumptions about me.", I said, thinking about that conversation when she told me she changed her opinion about me after meeting me.

She looked away, biting her lip. “I’m terrified of us hurting each other, Daniel.”

"I wouldn't dream of it.", I said with seriousness, but then chuckled as I remembered something. "Cara and Eleanor already threatened me and I'm not pissing them off."

She laughed heartily, covering her mouth when she realized how loud she was. "Did they really?"

"They did.", I nodded. "But apart from that, I promise you I won't hurt you. I'm not planning to let you go until you tell me to fuck off."

"I don't think I'll tell you to fuck off.", she smiled cheekily.

"If anything, you are the one who keeps hurting me by running off all the time." I looked at her suspiciously and she breathed out a heavy exhale with a smile.

"I deserve that.", she accepted with a smile. "I can only defend myself by saying that in those moments I had a temporary lack of judgment and that they won't happen again."

"It's a good defence.", I nodded. "I believe you. But I'm also considering downloading a tracking app on your phone."

She snorted with laughter. "Didn't I already tell you that I don't like it when men come off too strong?"

"Oh, darling...", I smiled cheekily. "You have no idea what you got yourself into then."

"Oh?" she raised her eyebrow at me. "Anything I should know before we do this?"

"The only thing you should know...", I thought about it. "I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands away from you. You're definitely too hard to resist."

Her cheeks were turning pink as she gazed straight at me. "I can handle that."

She leaned in for another quick kiss and then pulled away to take the last sip of her coffee.

“Do you want to get out of here and spend the last couple of hours of our vacation with our friends?” I suggested. “Or should we just ditch them and book a flight to Mexico?”

She sniggered, shaking her head at me.

“It’s too late – they are already here.”, she nudged her head in a direction behind me and I followed her cue, turning around to see Will and Michael sitting a few tables away and waving cheerily at us.

“They came before and made funny faces behind your back.”, she chuckled.

“Of course they did.”

“Before we go back, I want to know how much Cara and El are angry with me.”, she questioned sheepishly, looking at me with big, doe eyes.

I tsked. “They’re not very happy, but I think they were more concerned with me running through the airport to catch you and having a movie moment.”

She laughed. “I’m not that surprised at that.”

I stood up first, offering her a hand to take, which she gladly accepted. I grabbed her suitcase with the other, both of us making our way to the table where Michael and Will were sitting at. I felt like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. And judging by her cheery smile, I think she felt the same. I guess all that she needed was proof; a tangible thing or action that would convince her that this meant something to me and that I was not interested in a one-night stand with her. And I guess me running to the airport in the hopes of stopping her from leaving was proof enough.

It was not going to be easy. I think we both realized that. But, as long as both of us were willing to put in the effort, it will definitely work. I was sure of that.

The car ride back was much more relaxing. Will was driving, while Michael opted for the passenger seat, leaving the two of us together in the back. We stretched across the seats. She was laying with her back on top of me and I had my arms around her. At one point, she fell asleep and I kept shushing my two friends in the front to not wake her. I knew she didn't manage to sleep much last night, since we stayed up until late and she woke up before me to pack and leave. It was still bothering me slightly, the way she dealt with this situation. Despite her apologies, I was still worried if this was the way she would handle the next problem when it appeared.

But for now, I just wanted to enjoy it. I wanted to concentrate on these last few hours while we were all together on vacation, away from the real world. Everything else we will figure out together in due time.

And weirdly, somewhere in between seeing her sunbathing naked on the first day I came here, driving her to the hospital with her sprained ankle, then spending the whole day with her when she wasn't feeling well and ultimately, having that incredible date with her – I started trusting her. She was different from the other women I usually spoke to, not concerned or entranced by my status or money. She asked me questions that took me off guard and surprised me, actually wanting to get to know me. She was fascinating, intelligent, funny and drop-dead gorgeous. I would be stupid not to chase after her.

And the feeling of having her in my arms was incomparable to anything I have felt before. It felt right.

When we came back into the house, we were welcomed with cheers and applause by Eleanor and Cara. After that, we all decided to revel in our last sunny hours here at the house, lounging by the pool or going for a swim. It was a lazy, relaxed afternoon, with laughs and easy conversation flowing. We made lunch together, that is, this time it was Michael who showed off his cooking skills with a pasta dish. After just one week, we talked, joked and spent time together like we were friends for years. I felt comfortable, but better yet, I felt completely enamoured by the woman sitting beside me.

I adored seeing her laugh or smile, and I couldn't help myself but tease her whenever I had a chance. Depending on the joke, she would blush or fire back with her own, a smirk on her face most of the time as she did so. I loved the way she reacted when I put my arm around her, or when we shared a quick kiss. From the light smile on her face or a subtle wink she gave me, I concluded she appreciated my hand resting on her thigh or lower back. This may have happened fast, but it felt right. I didn't want to lose any time with her or leave anything up for chance. I wanted to be with her, get to know her and explore this passion between us. I don't think I ever developed feelings for someone in such a short amount of time.

After lunch, we had time for a bit more rest before we all had to leave for the airport. I used the opportunity when everyone went outside by the pool to pull her away and have a private moment alone. We ended up leaning on the kitchen counter, wrapped up in each other's arms, linked in a kiss. Her body was so pliant against me, while her soft lips felt like heaven. I want this holiday to last forever.

“You know…”, I whispered as we pulled apart. “I had a surprise for you this morning.”

Her face lit up. “A surprise?”

“Yep.”, I smiled at her excitement.

“Will you tell me what it was?” she pleaded with her eyes, resting her hands on my chest.

“I’m still thinking about it.”, I joked, choosing to torture her a little.

“Oh, come on!” she pouted, giving me the sweetest look she could muster.

Her hands travelled to my shoulders and then to the back of my neck, gently pushing my head closer to hers. She gave me a hungry kiss, her back arching into me. Her teeth tugged at my bottom lip, coaxing my mouth open and deepening the kiss. I wanted nothing more than to lift her up on the counter and take her right then and there, despite knowing that our friends could see us through the glass panels from the outside. Without breaking the kiss, my hands slipped under her shirt, exploring the soft skin. When I moved down to feel up her bum, she pulled away because she started to giggle.

She slapped my hands away jokingly, grinning at me. “No touching before you tell me what you wanted to surprise me with.”

“That’s extortion!” I exclaimed in fake surprise.

“Nothing more, nothing less.”, she confessed, suppressing a giggle.

“What do I get after I tell you?” I challenged, mirroring her smirk.

She moved closer to whisper to me. “You get whatever you want from me, Daniel.”

I couldn’t keep the wide smile off my face, a rush of exhilaration coursing through my body, feeling almost like electric sparks. My mind immediately wandered off to the dirtiest possibilities.

“Deal.”, I agreed eagerly, making her laugh.

We settled in each other’s embrace, with me holding her tight against me and her fingers stroking through my curls. She looked at me with pure delight, an easy smile on her face.

“I wanted to offer you a paddock pass for the race next weekend. So you can come to visit me.”, I said, studying her reaction with slight worry.

In the one second that she didn’t respond, I was filled with dread, thinking about how I overstepped somehow and maybe pushed too far.

"Cara told me you're still on vacation for another week, so I thought…", I started to explain, trailing off.

The shock on her face quickly turned into happiness. “Are you serious?”

“Of course I am.”

“I would love to!” she kissed me eagerly, our mouths clumsily crashing against each other.

“Good, because I already booked the plane tickets.”, I admitted guilty and she gaped at me.

“You did?”

I nodded, regretting that I let that last part slip out. But, she simply hugged me. I held her tight against me, relaxing.

"I only went a couple of times to an F1 race.", she divulged. "It was amazing to watch.

"I can promise you will have an even better time now.", I said and she looked up at me with child-like excitement in her eyes. "I'll give you a special Ricciardo tour."

"I'm looking forward to it."

I wanted to keep the sight of her face at that moment in my memory forever. My heart felt like it was exploding from the fuzzy feelings. Fireworks, butterflies, sparks... I was feeling it all. I couldn't wait for her to come to the race and cheer for me.

“If I knew that I had to sleep with an F1 driver to get a paddock pass, I would’ve done it sooner.”, she quipped, making me burst into laughter.

“Any driver or just me?”

She pretended to think about it, even putting her finger on her chin in contemplation.

“I guess any would do.”, she shrugged and I shook my head at her response. “I’m kidding. You’re my favourite.”

"You finally admitted it!", I exclaimed proudly. "I had my suspicions when I saw that you had my merch… But, Eleanor made me realize it when she called me your future husband."

Her eyes were wide and her mouth wide open. “They told you about that?!”

"They did.", I grinned, remembering how Eleanor explained to me one night how I got an honorary title in their friend group and how it all started with a simple crush.

"Oh, they're dead.", she said in a menacing tone, looking out of the glass panels to see her two friends, sitting near the pool and spying on us.

They waved as they realized we were looking at them and then continued with inappropriate gestures, teasing us.

She hid her face in my chest in shame. “I wish I had that stick from Men in Black so I could erase your memory.”

“I think it’s adorable.”

“I already embarrassed myself enough this week in front of you, please let’s not speak of this ever again.”, she mumbled into my chest, making me chuckle.

“I’m not making any promises.”, I teased her, stroking her back tenderly. “I want to remember every second of this because it was one of the best weeks of my life.”

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Royal Love Part 18

Summary: Now 18 Eleanor heads to her first year of college and falls for a handsome musician. Can she keep her royal secret be with her true love?

A/N: This series is for @kingliam2019 one of my 500 followers giveaway winners

Liam’s eyes went wide with shock as he tried to process what Eleanor just asked he put the phone on the couch and paced around the room in thought

“Dad you there?”

Liam quickly reached to grab the phone and he sighed “I’m here Eleanor but I don’t think we should discuss this on the phone”

“You’re right should I come out there?”

“No I’ll come I’ll get a hotel I’ll be there tomorrow”

“Ok dad I’ll see you love you”

“Love you too sweetheart”

Liam hung up and he sighed as MC walked into the room “Bella is out like a light now we can” She looks at his expression “What’s wrong?”

“Love Eleanor wants to reveal her identity to the guy she’s been seeing”

“And what did you say?”

“I said I’ll fly over a talk to her but I really don’t know what to say I want her to be happy but I mean it’s about her security there could be enemies everywhere and what do we even know about him?”

MC places a hand on his shoulder “I understand everything you’re saying but if our daughter feels in her heart that she can trust him then we should support her you don’t wanna be like your dad I mean look at what he did just to keep us apart”

“Oh yeah I remember” He clenches his fists as he remembers the confrontation he had with his father

****

Liam stomps into his father’s study and throws the doors open “What the hell is this?!”

Constantine looks up from his papers “Liam what is it?”

Liam shoves photos in his face “I found these in your drawer! So it was you? You’re the one who ruined MC’s name and had every magazine and tabloid saying all kinds of shit about her!”

Constantine stands and takes a few steps back “Liam I can explain”

“Go ahead explain! Cause this is all bullshit!”

“Liam I did it for you!”

“For me?” Liam laughs “Please enlighten me on how this was for me”

“Liam a commoner woman can’t run a country! You need to be married to someone like a duchess or countess not some waitress you know nothing about!”

“Well since you like the news so much father here’s some news for you I am gonna marry her and I don’t give a damn about what you think!”

“Liam listen to me”

“No you listen! MC will always be the woman I love no one else and I am gonna fix this I’ve been recording everything and I’m sending this to every news station in Cordonia!”

Constantine’s eyes went wide “Liam you can’t do that! I’ll be ruined they’ll remove me off the throne for lying!”

“Good then someone better than you can be on the throne someone who’s not a scumbag”

“Liam!”

“You and your washed up old self can go to hell for all I care”

****

Liam clenches his fist “I will never forgive him I didn’t even go to his funeral for what he did I will never be like him”

“I know you won’t Liam you’re doing what he never did talking to her”

Liam smiles “Thanks love” He kisses her forehead then wraps his arms around her waist “Now I want to spend time with my lovely wife”

MC giggles as he lifts her up and carries her to the bed

****

Eleanor lays on her bed staring at the ceiling she hears a knocking on the door “Hey girl you want some snacks?” “No thanks”

Marissa pops her head in “Why are you laying there?”

“I just talked to my dad I told him I want to tell Cole everything”

“And what did he say?”

Eleanor sighs as she sits up “Not much just that we should talk in person he’s coming tomorrow” She fidgets “What if he’s disappointed in me?”

“Hey your dad loves you he’ll never say that”

“I know I’m just worried about what he’ll say”

“I’m sure it’ll go great your dad wants you happy”

“Yeah he does”

****

Liam arrives at the hotel and gets his things settled in he texts Eleanor the address he sighs as he waits for her to arrive. There’s a knock on the door and he goes to open it and he grins when he sees her

“Hi daddy”

Liam pulls her in for a hug “Hi princess” He kisses her forehead “Come on sit down let’s talk”

Eleanor sits on the bed and Liam sits next to her “So this Cole guy are you?”

“Well we’re taking it slow but I do have feelings for him and I don’t want to lie to him”

“I know Eleanor I know the feeling but you know it’s about your security and you don’t know who’s listening in”

“I know dad it puts me at risk telling other people I just want to be honest”

Liam gives her a small smile “And honesty is always the number one thing in a relationship what did you tell him?”

“That you’re high in the government of Cordonia”

“You didn’t tell him my title?”

“No”

Liam sighs “You know your happiness is important to me Eleanor” He smiles “I’ll let you tell him”

“Really?”

“Yes on one condition”

“What is it?”

“You give it some time let you relationship with him get stronger and you bring him to Cordonia so we can personally meet him and”

“So he sees what my life is like as a princess?”

“Yup if he feels the same way about you he’ll accept you know matter who you are”

Eleanor smiles “That’s fair dad I’ll do it”

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lesser known waifu who’s good with tools: Eleanor from Text Express

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Summoning her courage, Eleanor finally mustered the strength to send the dreaded text message to Carter, expressing her desire to keep the farm. Hoping for a positive response, she anxiously waited with crossed fingers. However, deep down, she knew the reality of Carter's reaction, expecting him to shame her and dismiss her opinion entirely. Despite her best efforts, he made it clear that neither he nor she would be moving to Chestnut Ridge. The disappointing exchange left Eleanor feeling more trapped than ever. Now faced with two difficult choices, she could either remain stuck in the bustling city of San Myshuno, living a monotonous day-by-day existence, or risk moving to Chestnut Ridge, potentially jeopardizing their marriage before it even began.

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You’re the boss

Loki x female reader: Workplace AU

Part 6

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Loki had every intention of grabbing a bottle of champagne and returning to the room again and hopefully having a repeat of what he just did with you but alas, an even more mischievous idea came to mind when he spotted one of his good friends near the entrance. Walking towards him, Loki tapped his shoulder when he reached him.

“Leon.” Loki called before the man looked at him.

“Loki!” He beamed, opening his arms before Loki excepted his hug. “Good to see you man, how are you?”

“I’m great thanks. How’s Eleanor?” Loki asked, pulling back from the hug.

“Still the love of my life.” Leon grinned.

“Still a chauffeur?” Loki asked, he and Leon both started out being chauffeurs especially for the rich. Loki decided to switch vocations whilst Leon continued, occasionally doing a few dealings on the side.

“Yep, the rich tip highly.” Leon winked.

“Could you do me a favour please Leon?” Loki asked.

“Anything.”

“In that room there” Loki began, pointing to the room he had just come out of “there’s a woman. She’s beautiful, wearing a lovely dress, her names y/n, ensure she gets home safely please. I’ll pay you.” Loki finished, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

“Nonsense.” Leon insisted, stopping Lokis movements “I owe you, I’ll make sure she gets home safely.”

“Thank you Leon.” Loki smiled.

“Anytime.” Leon nodded before Loki left. There were few people in this world that Loki trusted but Leon was one of them. He trusted him with his life so he knew you’d be safe with him. He knew it was immature but he couldn’t help but give you a taste of your own medicine considering how embarrassed he felt when he realised you had left him that Saturday. He felt stupid.

Once Loki arrived home, he showered before he got a text from Leon.

Leon: She’s home safe

Smiling at the message, Loki got into bed, sleeping peacefully within ten minutes.

Monday morning, the last thing you wanted to do was get out of bed and go to work, especially after Saturday night. It took you twenty five minutes to realise Loki had left and when you emerged from the room, there was a man spewing complete bollocks that Loki had to leave but that he’d drop you home. At least you got to drive through the city in a town car you thought, trying to see the bright side. You felt stupid, completely ridiculous. The worst part was that you enjoyed your night with Loki, you really had fun only for him to leave you there alone. Was this because of that Saturday? How immature could one man be you thought, drinking some of your coffee. You know what they say, a man scorned is a dangerous man.

When you arrived at work, late after calling ahead and saying you’d be missing the morning meeting, you had no intention of speaking to Loki. That was it. He had made his intentions clear and you were happy to call it even but then you received an email from him asking you to meet him in his office. A newfound anger rose inside of you, powering you as you stood up before storming to Lokis office. Without knocking, you pushed the door open harshly causing Loki to sit up in his chair.

“Y/n—” he began.

“What the fuck was that!” You demanded.

“What?”

“Saturday.” You exclaimed. “We—you.”

“Spit it out.”

“You left me.” You answered quietly, brows knitting. Loki generally felt bad but hid it under a smug expression.

“Oh did I?”

“I see what you’re doing.” You huffed.

“Pray tell, what is it that I’m doing?”

“That was payback, for that night in the club.”

“And if it was?” He smirked.

“That’s immature.” You spoke, waiting for Loki to speak but he didn’t, he just kept that same stupid fucking expression. “SAY SOMETHING!” You shouted.

Taking a deep breath, Loki leant back into his chair.

“Fine, I admit, that was immature of me.”

“Yes.” You prompted him to continue.

“Yes that’s it, I admit I was immature.”

“No apologies?” You scoffed causing him to laugh incredulously.

“You apologise first.” He argued.

“Are you serious Loki.” You sneered.

“I don’t see any difference in the things we did to one another.” He shrugged.

“I left you in a club with your friend you left me alone in an unfamiliar and dangerous place. I—I was vulnerable.” You explained, voice breaking at the end.

Loki was silent for a few moments, this wasn’t his intention. He didn’t want to hurt you. He’d tease you, annoy you, compete with you but he didn’t want to hurt you.

“You got home safe though.” He finally spoke.

“Yeah” you laughed mirthlessly “No thanks to you.” You said before leaving the office and slamming the door behind you. Sighing to himself, Loki swallowed any form of pride he had left and quickly stood up, chasing after you.

Hearing footsteps behind you, your eyes widened and you began walking faster. Hearing them catch up, you broke off into a light jog as you tried to conceal your smile, your heels digging into the ground with every step. Anyone who’s eyes weren’t on their computer would have seen you running down the corridor whilst Loki chased you. Seeing the elevator doors closing, you headed for the stairs.

“Let me take you on a date.” Loki called after you, both of you in the stairwell.

“Why would I ever want to go on a date with you?” You groaned, looking up at him.

“Because as much as you’d never admit it, we had fun at that party and at the nightclub.” He spoke, taking some steps down towards you.

“You’re a jerk.” You ridiculed.

“So I’ll make a reservation?” He asked hopefully.

“Leave me alone.”

“I’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow?” He continued, taking another step down.

“Oh gosh just fuck off.”

“You’re right, eight is a bit late. How about seven, six? I’ll pick you up at six and we can go on a proper date.”

Another step

“Loki are you crazy? Are you actually insane?”

“So you don’t want to go on a date with me?” He asked once he finally reached you. You looked into his eyes, why were they so beautiful? You didn’t stand a chance.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at six.” You sighed, turning away from him and beginning to walk back up the stairs “and do not chase me like that ever again.”

“It was fun.” He grinned.

“You really are mad.” You smiled, your back to him.

“Oh and y/n.”

“Yes.”

“We’re even now.”

“Good to know.” You answered sarcastically, resuming your walk back to your desk unaware of Lokis little fist bump.

Once you reached your desk, Natasha was quick to make her way towards you.

“What was that?”

“What?”

“That, with Laufeyson? I just watched you giggle as he chased you. Is this a weird sex thing?”

“Shhhh.” You gasped “it’s not a weird sex thing.”

“So, you like him?”

You thought for a moment. Did you like him? You knew for certain that there was an attraction there but you weren’t quite decided yet. Perhaps the date would make things clearer.

“I like the competition.” You answered.

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‘De Zevende Dag’ interview about Knokke Off (21/05/2023)

Notes

I’ve tried to do the translation as literally as possible without condensing the text or ‘cleaning it up’ as people where changing their mind while talking. Of course, it’s sometimes difficult to translate specific expressions or the way in which something is said without losing some of the meaning. I’ve also tried to include some explanations in between brackets to further help the reader to understand the interview and to clarify some of the non-verbal communication.

De Zevende Dag is a talk show on VRT1 mainly about politics but also interspersed with some culture, sports, music and lifestyle.

Interviewers

· Lieven Verstraete

· Lisbeth Imbo

Guests

· Willem De Schryver (Alexandre)

· Ruth Becquart (Eleanore)

Source

https://www.vrt.be/vrtnu/a-z/de-zevende-dag/2023/de-zevende-dag-d20230521/ (start: 1h 45 minutes)

Transcript

It started with a short piece from the Knokke of trailer.

Lieven: Knokke off, a new and striking series on VRT Max, our online platform, about the ups and downs of the uberwealthy jeunesse dorée (gilded youth) in Knokke and also their parents.

Ruth: Yes, and good afternoon to two of the main characters: mother and son, Ruth Becquart and Willem de Schryver. Willem, I will start with you. You play “Alexandre”, the name itself already says it (she stressed the ‘dre’ part indicating the name is in French).

Willem: Correct, it’s a very special character to play who has his dangerous sides and who, in the series, can be very threatening and the things he does… I was stunned when I read it for the first time because I myself… I thought how do I depict that arrogance, assholeness… It’s really extreme.

Lisbeth: But also someone who struggles.

Willem: Yes

Interrupted by Lieven: “He’s a victim, right?”

Willem: “Yes, I think that’s the beauty or it can be the beauty of the character. In the beginning you see a side of Alex that is not very sympathetic of where you as a viewer think, I cannot relate to that because I don’t understand his thinking. But as the series continues, I think it becomes clearer that there’s an other side to Alex and that his behavior doesn’t come out of nowhere.

Ruth interrupts: “Don’t give too much away”

Willem: No

Lisbeth: But also Eleanore, also here the name says it a bit. She’s not the easiest either.

Ruth: Common, that’s a sympathetic lady. No? (laughs) A rich woman who you might think of, she has everything in life to be happy but in reality she’s missing a lot.

Lisbeth: Was that the appeal for you of the character?

Ruth: Multiple things. It’s like the crazy world but also the people with who I was going to work.

Lisbeth: Did you know Willem?

Ruth: No, he studies on the same drama school as my daughter. Or I should say he sat because he graduated. I found that really nice. And the production company are really risk takers. And sometimes you must give the risk takers a chance. I find it so amazing that I worked with young people, people who didn’t do drama school and others who had, with Dutch people, young, old, everything mixed together. When I was at the premiere I was like what a group of people is this…

Liesbeth: And you played the mum.

Ruth: Yes, and that’s nice because… I was thinking a bit in the car… It’s going well, people really enjoy watching… And that’s really great. And on the one hand that’s based on the story. It’s a guilty pleasure for a lot of people to watch the lives of rich people.

Lieven interrupts: Yes, uberwealthy in Knokke

Ruth continues: You look forward to it. Wooow. And at the same time you also malicious pleasure, ah also they have their demons. But on the other hand what makes me emotional is all these worlds that come together and that makes it’s so enjoyable. I get many reactions from both young and old people, so I think it’s really appeals to a wide audience.

Lieven: And Alex has a relationship with Louise and Louise is nobody other than…

Willem: Pommelien Thijs

Lisbeth: The ‘IT girl’ of the moment.

Ruth: Yes, very much so.

Willem: Incredible (I think he says, they are all talking simultaneously).

Lieven: And Alex and Louise are also in a very toxic relationship. And without giving too much away, we have selected a little fragment.

They showed a piece of the relationship of Alex and Louise (bed scene where Louise hits him after he suggested he prefers her without taking his pills).

Lieven: That’s intense, I can imagine that for many of the young actors this is far outside of the comfort zone.

Willem: Yes, yes. I think that the first time when we with the whole young cast looked through the script and understood how many intense scenes where in the series, my heart started to beat a bit faster. How are we going to depict this in a good way. When I rewatch I myself get a bit afraid of how it all looks.

Lieven: You were even guided by an intimacy coach.

Willem: Correct, Feline worked with us on set. She was absolutely present for all intimate scenes to guard the limits. I think that was a super super good thing on a set especially as young cast, maybe that’s different for experienced… (he gestures to Ruth)

Ruth: It’s…

Lisbeth interrupts: It probably didn’t exist in the past?

Ruth: No, not in the past but I am very happy that it now exists. Times have changed. And to give you an attitude and awareness.

Willem: Absolutely, awareness. You’re with two but you must respect each other’s limits and I think that Pommelien was very professional about that. We have always been able to really talk about it without that anyone ever crossed the border.

Ruth: But that’s also why it looks so good. Because you felt safe.

Lisbeth: You discuss a few things, there are many issues in… a toxic relationship, bipolar disorder, cheating… There’s so much in this series. Almost more than a human can take in a whole life. Was that also the goal? That next to the mundane it would also put up some issues for debate.

Ruth: Yes, I think that was absolutely a goal. In a fiction series you always push things a bit together but it’s good to mention all these topics and that people can recognize themselves in these. And struggling with the demons. Everyone has to a larger or smaller degree something…

Lieven: It’s no coincidence that via VRT Max there’s a reference to watwat.be and awel.be where young people can reach out with questions and problems. Does this mean it’s useful or needed?

Ruth: Yes, I really think so. We are still living in the aftermath of corona. I have noticed that with young people or friends of my daughter or other inhabitants of a ‘kot’ (‘kot’ is a Dutch word used for a student accommodation. It can be either a dorm from a university but more often these are private rooms that students rent (often houses converted into multiple induvial rooms)). Wow, life is just gigantic.

Lisbeth: It’s of course an exaggeration because else it wouldn’t be fiction but does it touch somehow with your life? Because you said in the beginning, when I read this for the first time (makes an expression of amazement) that degree of assholeness is quite high.

Willem smiles

Lisbeth: But did you think Alexandre and Willem are two people of the same generation? I recognize that?

Willem: Yes, definitely if we speak about the same generation or the mental problems that Alex struggles with or where he’s small and vulnerable. Because he see him as a tough guy who overpowers everyone with his big mouth but deep inside it’s a boy with a very fragile heart who…

Lisbeth: Everyone screams ‘love me, love me’

Willem: Absolutely, the whole time he screams with his eyes.

Lieven: But we haven’t talked about Knokke yet. The wealthy kids in Knokke. How far is that removed from you?

Willem: It’s relatively far away from my life. I did go in the past with my best friend (who has an apartment there, I think he said) on vacation to Knokke.

Lieven: Could you get used to it?

Willem: We talked about it with the cast: could I live here? I think the thing is… It’s such an environment… It’s also when we were filming there… Everything is super beautiful there, the streets are clean, everything is perfect, trimmed to perfection…

Lisbeth: The boxwood bushes are trimmed to perfection.

Willem: Everything there is like an utopia of what it is in reality. But I think it can all be a deceiving look or especially in the series it’s a deceiving look for what is really going on underneath.

Lisbeth: Is it cliches or is it the truth?

Ruth: About Knokke?

Willem snorts

Ruth: I think it’s a bit of the truth. I think that many wealthy people live there (laughs) and that’s a fact.

Lisbeth: You didn’t go undercover to get into your character?

Ruth laughs while shaking head: No, for me it’s far from my bed. I hadn’t been there many times. We do go there once a year with the ‘Clan’ (a TV series she played in before) team of friends/colleagues. To Knokke.

Lisbeth: And why Knokke?

Ruth: Just because there’s an apartment there where we…

Everyone laughs.

Lieven: What is true is that ‘Het Laatste Nieuws’ (a Flemish newspaper) went to Knokke yesterday for an expose. They talked there with young people of your age (gesturing towards Willem) and they said, the series is really like real life here.

Willem: Yes, I continue to be amazed… Ok, I had to some degree expected this. Of course, they did enough research and the series is based on something, or it comes from something. I often get the reaction: it’s really recognizable. But to that extend that I heard from people: It’s so accurately and it’s so true that I myself was stunned… That I can’t believe… Okay I had expected that… To some extend there would be parallels with reality… But if it would be really so close…

Ruth: But it’s an arena… It’s a fiction…

Willem: Yes, indeed.

Ruth: It’s about the people, we’re all rich or poor… I mean…

Lisbeth interrupts: But you haven’t yet received angry messages: Becquart you shouldn’t show yourself here anymore.

Ruth laughs: Imagine. No.

Lisbeth: But indeed it’s something that interests people it will also be on vrt hmmm one… (the TV station). I still have to get used to it… (laughs, the TV station changed name on the 30th of April 2023 from ‘Eén’ (one) to VRT1). But also on Netflix. It has potential, maybe to attract more international attention… Because also in Hollywood do they recognize this. Is that an ambition? A dream?

Ruth: I think that could definitely happen. And you’re allowed to dream.

Willem: Being ambitious, yes. Laughs.

Ruth: What I just said, the combination of young and old people, I think that’s fantastic, that the Netherlands and Belgium comes together because that always gives something… (she uses gestures to indicate that it’s special).

Lisbeth: But sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t.

Ruth: For me… I am also at the moment working in the Netherlands, and there’s really a difference and if you really stay in the arena of the story and you engage than something happens…

Lisbeth: What is the difference?

Ruth: A different way of communication, another… We’re more… (crips together, I assume she means timid, less out there)

Lieven: We also saw that in Arcadia (another tv series with Dutch and Flemish actors). And what are you doing in the Netherland?

Ruth: I am working on a Dutch thriller series with Diederik van Rooijen.

Lisbeth: So, you’re very active. And you (turning towards Willem)? Because you were already a bit active. It’s not your first role.

Willem interrupts: Correct

Lisbeth: But okay this now (she indicates non-verbally that this is something bigger than before). The posters will be printed… The drawing pins will be fetched… No, they don’t do that anymore these days in girls rooms. Who knows…

Willem laughs.

Lisbeth: But how do you see the future?

Willem: At this moment the future looks very bright and I am very happy that I am allowed to keep searching and discovering how enjoyable it’s to be in the working field.

Lieven: Something concretely?

Willem: Not very concretely that I can talk about. Sadly.

Lisbeth: Oh, something secretive.

Everyone laughs.

Ruth: A bit teasing…

Lieven: That sounds like something very important.

Willem: No, no. It’s very nice… I am still very young… I am 21. And to get these opportunities now, it’s a childhood dream to be able to do this. And to get nice reactions… It really warms my heart. And it’s really really nice to be able to do this.

Ruth: It’s nice to be able to make stories together.

Willem: Absolutely!

Lieven: And it’s really worth it! Thank you to come and explain this to us. Knokke off, pure entertainment but sometimes also an eye opener. Now already on VRT Max and later on VRT1.

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mya-in-snuggford · 1 year

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Late post but here’s the Mother’s Day event in Text Express.

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Femme (sometimes) equals Mare: Rage gone (Woman into horse TF caption)

Stormy.

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A cloudy sky.

The backdoor into the kitchen was opened with a crash and closed with a kick.

Pipes were pulled off the wall, leaking uncontrollably, the fridge tipped over the floor, the table smashed to pieces, the broken shards of fancy tableware gifted for a wedding all over the place…

The kitchen had been left in absolute ruins, far beyond repair.

Or so the woman hoped.

She walked barefoot to the edge of the backyard porch, lighting a cigarette that she took a long, long, long drag from. Soaked wet, her heart still beating with anger, her stiff nipples glued against the damp shirt.

Not even the nicotine could calm her rage.

Leaning on the railing she stared at the meadow and the horses with her vision still blurry with anger. A torturous headache banging inside her skull, she hated this place, this stupid horse ranch, her husbands idea of a happily ever after. She hated him, she hated the horse, she hated the ring around her finger. She caught them, her husband… and her sister, her own younger sister, having sex… their voices still rang in her ears.

“Eleanor, Eleanor, please, come back, we can explain!”

They begged her as she ran away.

Eleanor spit and ground her teeth.

“Piss off!” she grunted, taking another drag from her cigarette.

Those damn horses, running down there in the meadow, beasts free of any burden… What about her? What about what she wanted? Her needs and desires? Stupid horses. Why had she wasted her life being a model housewife? Why couldn’t she find some young hunk to fuck her worries to oblivion? Some potent… strong… stallion…

She stopped.

The idea sparked her imagination, she couldn’t restrain it.

Eleanor straightened up stiffly, the cigarette burning between her wet fingers, her face frozen in a stoic expression, her heart beating harder… the idea calming the headache…

Her vagina tightened.

…

Her breath accelerated, her muscles tensed, her blood boiled.

Realization shatters her as what’s about to happen becomes as clear as it is unavoidable. She moves the cigarette to her trembling lips and drags, consuming it completely.

“You are screwed, Eleanor…” she mumbled letting the smoke out.

Tossing the stub away she leaves the porch, she tosses her wedding ring too, not caring about where it fell. Her toes fondled the grass in the meadow, she rips her shirt open, liberating her chest, her breasts already migrating towards her crotch.

Next she got rid of her earrings, another gift from her so-called husband, as she took them off to toss her, fingers touched and felt her ears stretching and becoming equine. Fur started to sprout, coating her skin here and there, pure black fur. Eleanor had to stop for a moment to pull down her pants & panties and as she did her arse expanded, a tail formed and her leathery pussy vibrated when it was licked by the cold breeze.

Completely nude she began to run, stumbling a couple of times, but not stopping, not even as her body expands, as her neck stretches and feet and hands clustered into hardy hooves. Stupid horses. She wants it, she wants it now, forever, she wants that power, she wants to…

“FUCK! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEH! FUCK MEEEEIGH FEEEEEEEECK NEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIGH! NEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIGH”

Eleanor’s voice was lost in the prairie as its echo became neighing. The horse-woman didn’t stop, not even after falling down onto all fours and her running turning into trotting.

Leaving everything behind, not wanting to be found ever again she crossed the grasslands at full speed. Growing larger, majestic, fur takes over everything, skull cracks and elongates, more neighs, no, whinnies. Teats between her legs, her cunt wet below her long flowing tail, a dark mane covers her neck.

Her trot didn’t slow down until she reached the herd. There she finally stopped, shaking her body, snorting and huffing, scratching the dirt with her hoof, attracting the attention of the other horses.

She's a horse too, a mare.

A stallion approaches, she doesn't flinch.

Finally free, finally able to be satisfied.

The sky is clear.

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Thoughts about the article "Neurodiversity and disability: what is at stake?"

I had the opportunity to read and gather some thoughts about the article published recently by Dr. Eleanor K Jones. The piece talks about the pillars of the neurodiversity movement as well as cite recent works done by neurodiversity advocates. Dr. Jones also explains critics that are made towards the NDM and possible outcomes of its growth, specially in the UK.

The first remark I would like to make about this article is related to a campaign started by an English politician. Mentioned in the first page of the article:

"MP Robert Buckland has launched a campaign aimed at ‘closing the employment gap for autistic people and those with other neurodivergent needs’. The campaign supports businesses to ‘improve the life chances of neurodivergent employees’ (Buckland 2023) in order that they might ‘reap the benefits of a neurodiverse workforce'"

I could summarize all my critics about the NDM only using this exact paragraph. My problem with neurodiversity is not that it tries to improve the self-steem of autistic people by highlighting the good parts of being autistic. My problem is that they do that while completely erasing the real deficits and difficulties of being autistic. With the popularization of the NDM and the persistence in calling autism a difference and not a disorder, reducing social issues to double empathy problem and the disability that autism causes to the social model of disability harms all autistic people. It opens up doors to things like what the English politician is proposing: autistic people don't need disability money because actually they can work. Autistic people don't need support workers or care facilities because actually, they are just different.

And what I found most interesting about this paper is that there are real resources of people saying that. A lot of times, when I try to explain things I disagree with in the Neurodiversity Movement, I get told "well, actually, the NDM doesn't defend that" or when I say that high support needs autistics and people with intellectual disabilities are excluded from the NDM I am told "no, that's not true". Dr. Jones provides very good background to those claims that critics of the NDM have been talking about.

One other important point in the text is when Dr. Jones explains that criticism against neurodiversity is often filled with ableism and I'd dare to say pseudoscience as well. I think she is absolutely correct. Often times I see criticism of the NDM coming from people who believe vaccines cause autism, who treat autistics with intellectual disability as kids and reproduce other kinds of ableism. Criticism of NDM is important, it's valuable and necessary! We must speak up and we must keep fighting for more inclusion in our community. However, one thing we must do is organize ourselves. If possible, like Dr. Jones, write papers, share our experiences, share the experiences of higher needs autistics. But we can't rely on pseudoscience and anti-psychiatry like many in the NDM do.

A remark I would like to add is when Dr. Jones talks about activists who want to take autism off the DSM and who believe ASD is comparable to being LGBTQ. I won't address the problems with comparing ASD with sexuality/gender identity etc, neither the absurd claim that autism shouldn't be in the DSM. However, when the author points out these topics, Dr. Jones explains that, to the NDM, pathologization of autism equates curing ASD. I agree though I don't really understand why activists would think that. But I have a completely different opinion: understanding that autism is a serious developmental disability that causes serious deficits is the way we can improve treatments that give better life quality to autistic people and their families. Accepting that some have more severe communication and language difficulties means we get to improve AAC methods, we can teach them better how to express themselves. How amazing is that? But when we deny that these deficits exist and simply label them as a double empathy problem, then there's no reason to work on improving services and therapies that help autistic people.

Besides that, it seems to me that a lot of people think that accepting deficits means that we want to yell at kids "you are dumb! you are disabled, you can't do this and you can't do that". And while I agree some professionals are mean and do that to kids (I have been through that myself, trust me), that's not what I mean when I say we must accept deficits. We must treat kids with kindness and compassion, we must teach them they are different and that they do have difficulties. Their issues are not going to disappear if you don't tell them about it, they will notice that they aren't getting as good grades as their peers (trust me, we know), but learning to accept their difficulties is the way for them to learn how to love themselves as they are and not how they "could be" if they "tried harder".

At last, as Dr. Jones explains, the NDM tries to distance itself from the disability movement, as much as their activists try saying they don't. By denying impairments, by denying that autism is harmful, by denying the very real deficits autism causes, the NDM is pretty much creating an imaginary autism that is only experienced by a small but loud amount of people on the autism spectrum.

I want to thank Dr. Jones for writing such a good paper and for the person who sent me this. I really enjoyed reading. English is not my first language, so excuse me for any misunderstandings of the text.

I would like to end my thoughts about this with this amazing paragraph by Dr. Jones:

In short, neurodiversity’s insistence on autism and other mental disability as an essential, immutable part of one’s brain falls short of fully considering the dangers of the biological essentialism it implies because it does not reckon with this genealogy, among others.

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